Su Mingyue's words are incredible.

However, Su Tianlei was the person concerned, and suddenly remembered Lynch's painting before, and suddenly shouted: "Lynch, you really said it again, Mingyue, it seems that Lynch saved your life again, thank him quickly." ”

"Thank you, Lynch!" Su Mingyue didn't have any eldest lady's arrogance this time, and hurriedly nodded to Lynch in thanks.

"It's okay, Miss Su's luck is excellent, her life shouldn't be extinguished, I just helped her get through a small difficulty. Lynch said lightly.

Seeing this scene, Su Yonghe was stunned.

He never expected that his granddaughter, as well as his old friends, would believe Lynch.

Subconsciously glanced at the Go endgame on the table next to him, Su Yonghe said in his heart, could it be that this game of chess hurt him to have bronchitis?

Although Su Yonghe didn't believe in these things, he also believed in seven points at this time, and when he remembered Lynch's previous words, he only felt cold behind his back.

Su Yong deliberately hummed twice, and said in a low voice: "Xiaolin, is this game of chess really such an evil sect?"

"Old man Su, if you don't believe it, you can sit next to the chessboard and try it. Lynch said seriously.

"Okay, I'll trust you for a while. ”

Su Yonghe straightened up, walked to the chessboard and sat down, his gaze naturally fell on the chessboard.

The white and black on the chessboard are staggered, and the white is a arrogant dragon, majestic and soaring into the sky.

It's just that the sunspot is a chain, trapping this wild dragon to death, without the slightest power to fight back.

Seeing this beloved Go, Su Yonghe said with a smile: "I gave him a name for this endgame, called Sleepy Dragon Chess Game, which is really vivid...... Ahem......"

Before he finished speaking, Su Yonghe coughed.

He basically sat on the edge of the chessboard as soon as he had time to study, and the resentment on the white chess piece had penetrated deep into his body, and now he almost sat for a while, and when he was slightly affected and induced, he coughed non-stop.

At this time, he took out an lozenge and took it, but the effect was difficult to show, not only his cheeks were red from coughing, but it was also difficult to breathe.

Lynch stepped forward and hurriedly pulled Su Yonghe away, but Su Yonghe accumulated into illness and became terminally ill, and now he is leaving this game of chess, which still has a serious impact.

It's just that Su Yonghe was reluctant to think about the chessboard in his eyes, and while coughing, he asked: "Lynch, is there no compromise way, leave this game of chess, and let my illness get better?"

"It's not that there is no way, as long as it is ......"

"Father, I think it's better to lose it, it's unlucky to put it at home. Su Tianlei said urgently.

"Did you let you speak?" Xiao Lin hasn't finished speaking!" Su Yonghe's attitude quietly changed at this time, but he was on Lynch's side.

Lynch said lightly: "Actually, it's very simple, solve this endgame, and the grievances on it will naturally disperse." ”

"But this chess game, no one has solved it for a hundred years, how easy is it?" Su Yonghe sighed.

He has specialized in chess for the rest of his life, if he can solve it, will it drag on until now?

What's more, in this game of chess, even the chess saint Shi Xiangxia couldn't solve it back then, and he ended up regretting.

Lynch glanced at the chessboard and suddenly said, "Old Man Su, do you know why no one has solved this game of chess for a hundred years?"

"Why?"

"Because it's a dead game!"

"What?" Su Yonghe was stunned, he glanced at the chessboard again, and his expression suddenly froze.

The so-called bystander Qing, Su Yonghe has been obsessed with how to solve the chess game, but he didn't expect that the game itself was already unsolvable.

That white son has been trapped to death, and there is nothing that can be remedied, no one can break his head, but he can't reverse it, and it's no wonder that no one has untied it in the past hundred years.

"Ahem, ahem, chess is like life, this game of chess is lost by Baizi, and it is Shi Xiangxia who loses......"

Su Yong suddenly coughed continuously, seeing that Bai Zi had lost, he only felt a mouthful of depressed qi accumulated in his chest, which was extremely unsmooth, and his face was extremely pale in an instant.

However, this chess is dead, but people are alive, and this dead chess is not without a way to solve it. Lynch said suddenly.

As soon as this remark came out, all four of them were shocked!

"How do you solve the dead chess?"

Su Yonghe looked at Lynch in surprise.

Lao Zhang, Su Tianlei, and Su Mingyue next to him all looked at Lynch in unison, people who don't know how to play chess know that they have already lost the dead chess, how can this be solved?

"Chess is like life, and life is not like chess?" Lynch said suddenly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The so-called life is like chess, that is, this life is like this chessboard, full of many restrictions, everything you do, must be within this chessboard, rules and regulations, and every piece is falling. ”

Su Yonghe nodded: "That's right, this chessboard is life, every chess piece is your decision, countless decisions, and finally become the success or failure of your life." ”

"But there is one thing that Old Man Su still doesn't understand. Lynch's eyes suddenly froze: "This chessboard is just a restriction set by mediocre people." ”

"The limits of philistinism?"

"That's right, I grew up in a mountain village, and I thought that the mountain village was the place where I lived all my life, so I felt that this was probably my chessboard, and I needed to work hard to cultivate that one-third of an acre of land in the mountain village. ”

"But when I came to Gimhae, I found that the circle of the mountain village was too small, and I wanted to find a good job at Gimhae University, which was the chessboard I should develop. ”

"But now, I don't think Jinhai is my chessboard, my chessboard is the whole country, the world, and all the places that can allow me to heal!"

"Therefore, our chessboard is only the current ability and vision, that is, the limits you set yourself, and the chessboard of life is your imagination, how big your heart is, how big the chessboard is, and what kind of things you can do is ultimately in your own hands!"

Lynch's words were loud and sonorous.

The world is as big as the heart.

The so-called chessboard is all drawn by yourself!

Looking at Lynch's radiant appearance, Su Yonghe suddenly shook his whole body, and for a moment, he found that Lynch was like a giant, the chessboard in his eyes was the whole world, and he was at Lynch's feet, and the chessboard in front of him was only the size of a square inch.

At this moment, Lynch suddenly picked up a white seed......

Syllable!

Fall steadily.

"The chess is solved!"

Lynch withdrew his hand and smiled indifferently.

"Impossible, how to solve this dead chess, uh, this is ......"

Su Yonghe was suddenly stunned.

Because one of Lynch's chess pieces fell outside the chessboard, there was no order, and he did not walk according to the grid line point, but this white chess piece was next to a white piece in the chessboard, as if pulling the white piece out of the chessboard.

And this chess piece, like a horse against the wind, was originally a sunspot trapping Baizi, but now this one appeared, but it made Baizi, an arrogant dragon, break through the shackles of sunspots and soar into the sky!

Reversal of the chess game!

Su Yonghe's eyes suddenly brightened, he realized with chess, but the chessboard drawn in front of him never changed, until this moment, he found that a broader sky appeared in front of his eyes, and his chessboard was not the size of the square inch in front of him.

As long as you think in your heart and see in your eyes, you can use it as a chessboard.

Chess is like life, life is like chess, how big you think about life, how big this chessboard is, everywhere can become a chess game.

And although Lynch's son seems to be playing randomly, what he plays is not chess, but a kind of life.

In an instant, Su Yonghe's eyes were full of brilliance, and when he saw this chess game, he couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Shi Xiangxia, the chess saint back then, if he could look farther, then his chess skills would definitely be more than that......"

At this moment, the resentment on the white son seemed to understand something when he heard this, and with a sudden, it disappeared in an instant and ceased to exist.

As soon as the chess game was solved, Su Yonghe's face returned to normal, and his trachea, which was coughing more than painful and itchy just now, now he only felt refreshed and unblocked.

Su Yonghe was suddenly amazed, hugged his fists and said urgently: "Doctor Lin, his temperament is free and easy, his vision is extraordinary, and his medical skills are really convincing!"