Chapter 1
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2022, autumn.
The drizzle falls from the gray sky and drizzles on the city streets.
It's autumn, and from time to time, you can see people without umbrellas rushing by with their hands over their heads.
In the narrow military and civilian Hutong, there is a 17-year-old boy sitting under the canopy next to the supermarket store with an old man.
Outside the canopy, the whole world is gray, and the ground has been soaked into light black by the rain. Only the ground under the canopy still has a dry area, just like this pure land is left in the whole world.
In front of them was a shabby wooden elephant chessboard with a red "Fulai supermarket" sign on its head.
"General," said young Qingchen, standing up, leaving the old man with sparse hair sitting.
Juvenile Qing Chen looked at each other, calm said: "don't struggle."
"I can still..." the old man said reluctantly, "it's only 13 steps down..."
In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation that he abandoned his armor after 13 steps.
Qingchen didn't explain anything, the chessboard has been exposed, is the last moment.
Young face clean, eyes clear, just wearing a simple school uniform sitting there, like the world around to purify some of the transparent.
The old man threw the chess pieces he held up on the chessboard and gave up.
Qingchen walks into the counter of the supermarket nearby as if no one else. He takes 20 yuan from the change basket under the counter and puts it into his pocket.
The old man cursed at Qingchen: "I will lose you 20 yuan every day! I just won 20 yuan from Lao Li and Lao Zhang this morning, and now I'll lose it all to you! "
Qingchen Chuai good money, and then sit back next to the chessboard to start the second round: "if they are not willing to play chess with me, I will not have to win money through you. You need face. I need money. It's fair and reasonable. "
"You'll take me, won't you?" The old man muttered: "the fortune teller said that I could live to be seventy-eight years old. I'm only fifty now. If I lose 20 yuan a day, how much do I have to export?"
"But I also teach you to play chess to win back face," Qingchen calmly replied, "so you don't lose money."
The old man muttered, "but what you've taught these two days is useless."
Qing Chen looked at him: "don't say that about yourself."
Old man:
The old man was not angry and rearranged the chessboard. Then he said eagerly, "OK, OK, let's go back."
At this moment, Qingchen suddenly bowed his head.
The time that just passed seemed to be replayed from his mind.
The guns that hit the head, the fierce soldiers in the Han kingdom of Chu River, reverberated in my mind one by one.
It's more than that.
And the uncle who passed by them when playing chess was holding the four baked pancakes he had just bought. The newly baked pancakes fainted some water vapor and were covered with a layer of white fog in the transparent plastic bag.
The little girl in a white skirt walked by with an umbrella. There were two beautiful butterflies on the vamp of her little leather shoes.
Above the sky, the rolling rain falls in the alley, crystal clear.
At the end of the lane, bus 103 flashed past the narrow lane. A woman in beige windbreaker rushed to the bus stop with an umbrella.
The sound of footsteps, the sound of running water when the rain flows into the manhole cover beside the road, these noisy sounds make the world especially quiet.
All this, Qing Chen never forget, although recall some difficulties.
But difficulties do not mean that we can not.
This strange memory is Qingchen's innate talent. It's like he picked up an archive from the river of time and then read the picture in the archive magnetic stripe.
Qingchen holds back the dizziness of his brain and pinches the pieces on the chessboard.
The old man immediately stopped talking, his eyes focused on the chessboard, and the second round after each game was also the agreed terms of the game.
Qingchen teaches chess, but the old man learns chess after losing money.
This scene is a bit strange. Instead of the modesty and shyness that young people should have when facing the elderly, Qingchen is like a teacher.
The other side doesn't think it's anything.
"The red cannon is two to five, the Black Cannon is eight to five, the red horse is two to three, the black horse is eight to seven, the red car is one to one, the black car is nine to eight..." Qingchen moves the pieces step by step.
The old man didn't blink an eye, and the front was a normal start, but he couldn't figure out how to get to the sixth step. He ate each other's horse, but suddenly fell into a decline.
"The essence of the thirteen moves to abandon the horse is to enter the car and abandon the horse in the sixth step, which is the trump card to tear up the defense line," Qingchen said quietly. "I saw the chess you played with the old man in Wangcheng park the day before yesterday. He likes to run smoothly. You can beat him with the thirteen moves to abandon the horse."
The old man on the other side fell into deep meditation, then asked in a low voice, "can you really beat him?"
"If you learn the thirteen ways I taught you to abandon your horse in a week, you can get your face back," Qingchen said. "After all, he didn't do well."
The old man had a look of joy on his face.
But he suddenly asked, "if I can win him in one week, how long can I win you in chess?"
Under the canopy, Qingchen thought seriously: "the fortune teller said you can live 78 years old... It's too late."
The old man's face stagnated: "if you say a few words, I may live to seventy-nine... Eh, you should be studying by yourself now. How can you finish school so early today?"
He knows that Qingchen is a sophomore in senior high school. Today is Tuesday, so No.13 middle school two blocks away should be studying in the evening at this time.
Qingchen thought about it and replied, "I'm waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone?" The old man was stunned for a moment.
Qingchen got up and looked at the drizzle outside the canopy, his eyes swaying in the rain.
The old man said, "Qingchen, you are so good at chess. Why don't you go to the chess match? Don't you say you are short of money? You have money to win the championship
Young Qingchen shook his head: "I just keep a lot of chess scores in my mind. It's not how powerful I am at chess. Memory doesn't mean analytical ability. I'm ok with you. I'm scared when I meet an expert. My way is not here. Playing chess is only temporary
"All in my mind..." the old man sighed: "I used to think that this kind of thing is made up by others."
The rain stopped slowly.
At this time, the old man suddenly found that Qingchen was stunned. He followed the young man's eyes and looked towards the end of the military and civilian Hutong. He happened to see a couple leading a little boy.
The middle-aged woman was wearing a delicate windbreaker and was carrying a cake box with purple and beautiful ribbons.
The gray world can't stop the joy of the three. Qingchen turns around and leaves the old man sitting under the canopy at the door of Fulai supermarket sighing.
The middle-aged woman saw Qingchen's back, she opened her mouth and called Qingchen's name, but Qingchen's head disappeared in the other end of the alley.
The walls on both sides of the alley are very old. After the white walls fall off, they leave a mottled red brick appearance.
Qingchen wants to wait, but he doesn't want to wait.
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……
2022, autumn.
The drizzle falls from the gray sky and drizzles on the city streets.
It's autumn, and from time to time, you can see people without umbrellas rushing by with their hands over their heads.
In the narrow military and civilian Hutong, there is a 17-year-old boy sitting under the canopy next to the supermarket store with an old man.
Outside the canopy, the whole world is gray, and the ground has been soaked into light black by the rain. Only the ground under the canopy still has a dry area, just like this pure land is left in the whole world.
In front of them was a shabby wooden elephant chessboard with a red "Fulai supermarket" sign on its head.
"General," said young Qingchen, standing up, leaving the old man with sparse hair sitting.
Juvenile Qing Chen looked at each other, calm said: "don't struggle."
"I can still..." the old man said reluctantly, "it's only 13 steps down..."
In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation that he abandoned his armor after 13 steps.
Qingchen didn't explain anything, the chessboard has been exposed, is the last moment.
Young face clean, eyes clear, just wearing a simple school uniform sitting there, like the world around to purify some of the transparent.
The old man threw the chess pieces he held up on the chessboard and gave up.
Qingchen walks into the counter of the supermarket nearby as if no one else. He takes 20 yuan from the change basket under the counter and puts it into his pocket.
The old man cursed at Qingchen: "I will lose you 20 yuan every day! I just won 20 yuan from Lao Li and Lao Zhang this morning, and now I'll lose it all to you! "
Qingchen Chuai good money, and then sit back next to the chessboard to start the second round: "if they are not willing to play chess with me, I will not have to win money through you. You need face. I need money. It's fair and reasonable. "
"You'll take me, won't you?" The old man muttered: "the fortune teller said that I could live to be seventy-eight years old. I'm only fifty now. If I lose 20 yuan a day, how much do I have to export?"
"But I also teach you to play chess to win back face," Qingchen calmly replied, "so you don't lose money."
The old man muttered, "but what you've taught these two days is useless."
Qing Chen looked at him: "don't say that about yourself."
Old man:
The old man was not angry and rearranged the chessboard. Then he said eagerly, "OK, OK, let's go back."
At this moment, Qingchen suddenly bowed his head.
The time that just passed seemed to be replayed from his mind.
The guns that hit the head, the fierce soldiers in the Han kingdom of Chu River, reverberated in my mind one by one.
It's more than that.
And the uncle who passed by them when playing chess was holding the four baked pancakes he had just bought. The newly baked pancakes fainted some water vapor and were covered with a layer of white fog in the transparent plastic bag.
The little girl in a white skirt walked by with an umbrella. There were two beautiful butterflies on the vamp of her little leather shoes.
Above the sky, the rolling rain falls in the alley, crystal clear.
At the end of the lane, bus 103 flashed past the narrow lane. A woman in beige windbreaker rushed to the bus stop with an umbrella.
The sound of footsteps, the sound of running water when the rain flows into the manhole cover beside the road, these noisy sounds make the world especially quiet.
All this, Qing Chen never forget, although recall some difficulties.
But difficulties do not mean that we can not.
This strange memory is Qingchen's innate talent. It's like he picked up an archive from the river of time and then read the picture in the archive magnetic stripe.
Qingchen holds back the dizziness of his brain and pinches the pieces on the chessboard.
The old man immediately stopped talking, his eyes focused on the chessboard, and the second round after each game was also the agreed terms of the game.
Qingchen teaches chess, but the old man learns chess after losing money.
This scene is a bit strange. Instead of the modesty and shyness that young people should have when facing the elderly, Qingchen is like a teacher.
The other side doesn't think it's anything.
"The red cannon is two to five, the Black Cannon is eight to five, the red horse is two to three, the black horse is eight to seven, the red car is one to one, the black car is nine to eight..." Qingchen moves the pieces step by step.
The old man didn't blink an eye, and the front was a normal start, but he couldn't figure out how to get to the sixth step. He ate each other's horse, but suddenly fell into a decline.
"The essence of the thirteen moves to abandon the horse is to enter the car and abandon the horse in the sixth step, which is the trump card to tear up the defense line," Qingchen said quietly. "I saw the chess you played with the old man in Wangcheng park the day before yesterday. He likes to run smoothly. You can beat him with the thirteen moves to abandon the horse."
The old man on the other side fell into deep meditation, then asked in a low voice, "can you really beat him?"
"If you learn the thirteen ways I taught you to abandon your horse in a week, you can get your face back," Qingchen said. "After all, he didn't do well."
The old man had a look of joy on his face.
But he suddenly asked, "if I can win him in one week, how long can I win you in chess?"
Under the canopy, Qingchen thought seriously: "the fortune teller said you can live 78 years old... It's too late."
The old man's face stagnated: "if you say a few words, I may live to seventy-nine... Eh, you should be studying by yourself now. How can you finish school so early today?"
He knows that Qingchen is a sophomore in senior high school. Today is Tuesday, so No.13 middle school two blocks away should be studying in the evening at this time.
Qingchen thought about it and replied, "I'm waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone?" The old man was stunned for a moment.
Qingchen got up and looked at the drizzle outside the canopy, his eyes swaying in the rain.
The old man said, "Qingchen, you are so good at chess. Why don't you go to the chess match? Don't you say you are short of money? You have money to win the championship
Young Qingchen shook his head: "I just keep a lot of chess scores in my mind. It's not how powerful I am at chess. Memory doesn't mean analytical ability. I'm ok with you. I'm scared when I meet an expert. My way is not here. Playing chess is only temporary
"All in my mind..." the old man sighed: "I used to think that this kind of thing is made up by others."
The rain stopped slowly.
At this time, the old man suddenly found that Qingchen was stunned. He followed the young man's eyes and looked towards the end of the military and civilian Hutong. He happened to see a couple leading a little boy.
The middle-aged woman was wearing a delicate windbreaker and was carrying a cake box with purple and beautiful ribbons.
The gray world can't stop the joy of the three. Qingchen turns around and leaves the old man sitting under the canopy at the door of Fulai supermarket sighing.
The middle-aged woman saw Qingchen's back, she opened her mouth and called Qingchen's name, but Qingchen's head disappeared in the other end of the alley.
The walls on both sides of the alley are very old. After the white walls fall off, they leave a mottled red brick appearance.
Qingchen wants to wait, but he doesn't want to wait.
2022, autumn.The drizzle falls from the gray sky and drizzles on the city streets.It's autumn, and from time to time, you can see people without umbrellas rushing by with their hands over their heads.In the narrow military and civilian Hutong, there is a 17-year-old boy sitting under the canopy next to the supermarket store with an old man.Outside the canopy, the whole world is gray, and the ground has been soaked into light black by the rain. Only the ground under the canopy still has a dry area, just like this pure land is left in the whole world.In front of them was a shabby wooden elephant chessboard with a red "Fulai supermarket" sign on its head."General," said young Qingchen, standing up, leaving the old man with sparse hair sitting.Juvenile Qing Chen looked at each other, calm said: "don't struggle.""I can still..." the old man said reluctantly, "it's only 13 steps down..."In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation that he abandoned his armor after 13 steps.Qingchen didn't explain anything, the chessboard has been exposed, is the last moment.Young face clean, eyes clear, just wearing a simple school uniform sitting there, like the world around to purify some of the transparent.The old man threw the chess pieces he held up on the chessboard and gave up.Qingchen walks into the counter of the supermarket nearby as if no one else. He takes 20 yuan from the change basket under the counter and puts it into his pocket.The old man cursed at Qingchen: "I will lose you 20 yuan every day! I just won 20 yuan from Lao Li and Lao Zhang this morning, and now I'll lose it all to you! "Qingchen Chuai good money, and then sit back next to the chessboard to start the second round: "if they are not willing to play chess with me, I will not have to win money through you. You need face. I need money. It's fair and reasonable. ""You'll take me, won't you?" The old man muttered: "the fortune teller said that I could live to be seventy-eight years old. I'm only fifty now. If I lose 20 yuan a day, how much do I have to export?""But I also teach you to play chess to win back face," Qingchen calmly replied, "so you don't lose money."The old man muttered, "but what you've taught these two days is useless."Qing Chen looked at him: "don't say that about yourself."Old man:The old man was not angry and rearranged the chessboard. Then he said eagerly, "OK, OK, let's go back."At this moment, Qingchen suddenly bowed his head.The time that just passed seemed to be replayed from his mind.The guns that hit the head, the fierce soldiers in the Han kingdom of Chu River, reverberated in my mind one by one.It's more than that.And the uncle who passed by them when playing chess was holding the four baked pancakes he had just bought. The newly baked pancakes fainted some water vapor and were covered with a layer of white fog in the transparent plastic bag.The little girl in a white skirt walked by with an umbrella. There were two beautiful butterflies on the vamp of her little leather shoes.Above the sky, the rolling rain falls in the alley, crystal clear.At the end of the lane, bus 103 flashed past the narrow lane. A woman in beige windbreaker rushed to the bus stop with an umbrella.The sound of footsteps, the sound of running water when the rain flows into the manhole cover beside the road, these noisy sounds make the world especially quiet.All this, Qing Chen never forget, although recall some difficulties.But difficulties do not mean that we can not.This strange memory is Qingchen's innate talent. It's like he picked up an archive from the river of time and then read the picture in the archive magnetic stripe.Qingchen holds back the dizziness of his brain and pinches the pieces on the chessboard.The old man immediately stopped talking, his eyes focused on the chessboard, and the second round after each game was also the agreed terms of the game.Qingchen teaches chess, but the old man learns chess after losing money.This scene is a bit strange. Instead of the modesty and shyness that young people should have when facing the elderly, Qingchen is like a teacher.The other side doesn't think it's anything."The red cannon is two to five, the Black Cannon is eight to five, the red horse is two to three, the black horse is eight to seven, the red car is one to one, the black car is nine to eight..." Qingchen moves the pieces step by step.The old man didn't blink an eye, and the front was a normal start, but he couldn't figure out how to get to the sixth step. He ate each other's horse, but suddenly fell into a decline."The essence of the thirteen moves to abandon the horse is to enter the car and abandon the horse in the sixth step, which is the trump card to tear up the defense line," Qingchen said quietly. "I saw the chess you played with the old man in Wangcheng park the day before yesterday. He likes to run smoothly. You can beat him with the thirteen moves to abandon the horse."The old man on the other side fell into deep meditation, then asked in a low voice, "can you really beat him?""If you learn the thirteen ways I taught you to abandon your horse in a week, you can get your face back," Qingchen said. "After all, he didn't do well."The old man had a look of joy on his face.But he suddenly asked, "if I can win him in one week, how long can I win you in chess?"Under the canopy, Qingchen thought seriously: "the fortune teller said you can live 78 years old... It's too late."The old man's face stagnated: "if you say a few words, I may live to seventy-nine... Eh, you should be studying by yourself now. How can you finish school so early today?"He knows that Qingchen is a sophomore in senior high school. Today is Tuesday, so No.13 middle school two blocks away should be studying in the evening at this time.Qingchen thought about it and replied, "I'm waiting for someone.""Waiting for someone?" The old man was stunned for a moment.Qingchen got up and looked at the drizzle outside the canopy, his eyes swaying in the rain.The old man said, "Qingchen, you are so good at chess. Why don't you go to the chess match? Don't you say you are short of money? You have money to win the championshipYoung Qingchen shook his head: "I just keep a lot of chess scores in my mind. It's not how powerful I am at chess. Memory doesn't mean analytical ability. I'm ok with you. I'm scared when I meet an expert. My way is not here. Playing chess is only temporary"All in my mind..." the old man sighed: "I used to think that this kind of thing is made up by others."The rain stopped slowly.At this time, the old man suddenly found that Qingchen was stunned. He followed the young man's eyes and looked towards the end of the military and civilian Hutong. He happened to see a couple leading a little boy.The middle-aged woman was wearing a delicate windbreaker and was carrying a cake box with purple and beautiful ribbons.The gray world can't stop the joy of the three. Qingchen turns around and leaves the old man sitting under the canopy at the door of Fulai supermarket sighing.The middle-aged woman saw Qingchen's back, she opened her mouth and called Qingchen's name, but Qingchen's head disappeared in the other end of the alley.The walls on both sides of the alley are very old. After the white walls fall off, they leave a mottled red brick appearance.Qingchen wants to wait, but he doesn't want to wait.
