About fifty or sixty meters away from the chess area, there is a small corner, there is a stone table, next to the table there are only two stone benches, at first glance this stone table looks like it is specially used for chess players.

However, at this time, people who do not usually play chess choose this place, because there is a leafy camphor tree next to the stone table.

If it is an ordinary tree, it is a good thing to shade in this way, but it is a camphor tree, and at this time, the fruit is ripe, and it does not take long for the green and black fruits to fall from the ground.

If someone comes in the morning, and there are no sanitation workers to clean it at that time, they can only see the fruit all over the ground, and there is no place to put their feet, let alone play chess here.

Even if the fruit is swept, you can see the juice marks that flow out of the camphor fruit on the ground after it is trampled, so this piece does not look very clean.

But today is a little strange, there are two people who ignore the camphor fruits on the ground, calmly sit on both sides of the stone table, and play against each other silently.

Go is relatively niche and elegant, but the environment in which they play chess does not look very elegant.

Therefore, Zhuang Yan became curious and slowly approached the stone table where he played Go.

Zhuang Yan wanted to try not to make a noise and not disturb the two people who were playing against each other, but there were too many camphor fruits on the ground, and even if he tried his best to avoid them, he would inevitably step on them, and then there would be a "click, click" sound from Zhuang Yan's feet.

However, the two people playing chess seemed to be focused, or they had practiced the skills that were not affected by external objects, so they knew that Zhuang Yan walked to the stone table, and neither of them looked up at Zhuang Yan, but stared closely at the chess game on the table.

The two people who played chess were not young, but they didn't see how old they were, probably about fifty or sixty years old.

One of the older ones was wearing a black pony coat, a pair of loose gray pants and a pair of black cloth shoes, and what attracted attention was his very individual inverted eyebrows and thick beard, which made him look a little indescribable.

The man sitting across from him was dressed much more normally, old-fashioned brown leather shoes, baggy suit pants, and a woolen waistcoat with a white shirt underneath.

There are some differences in the clothing styles of the two, but at this time they are both looking at the chessboard with deep frowns.

Zhuang Yan also looked at the chessboard, which was already full of chess pieces, and it seemed that there was not much place for the two of them to perform. Zhuang Yan couldn't understand the chess game, and he didn't know who had the upper hand and who had the upper hand.

But the strange thing is that although Zhuang Yan didn't understand, he was stunned and watched for more than ten minutes.

At the end, the old man dressed in a Western-style style sighed deeply and put down the chess pieces in his hand: "You have won!"

The inverted eight eyebrows finally stopped locking their brows, and laughed: "You lost again." ”

The word "again" is a bit ruthless, but the old man on the other side can't seem to refute it, so he can only say: "If you lose, you lose, let's come again." ”

The inverted eight eyebrows waved his hand: "Don't do it, don't do it, just win a game against you today, I'm tired if I win more." ”

When he said this, how could the old man in the vest be willing, and he didn't spare it: "No, no, no, you and I have to talk about another game." ”

Downside Eight Mei put his hand in his arms, ignored him at all, but turned his head to look at Zhuang Yan next to him, and said with a smile: "You young man also likes Go? Why don't you come and play a game with this old man?"

Zhuang Yan waved his hand again and again after hearing this: "I don't, I don't dare to be ugly." ”

"Yes, don't be modest. ”

"No, really. ”

The old man in the vest sitting on the side was unhappy, "You old cripple, don't fight the dragon, playing chess with you can make me angry." ”

Budinglong is a dialect from Hefei, Zhuang Yan heard that this old man's accent was not a local just now, and now it was determined that he must be from Hefei.

In addition, the accent of the old man with eight eyebrows is similar to the local accent of Jinling, so he should be a local.

Listening to the old man in the vest say that he didn't top the dragon, he was not angry, and said with a smile: "Don't be here in all directions, my ears hurt when I hear it." ”

He asked Zhuang Yan again: "You don't know how to play Go, why are you watching here?"

Zhuang Yan replied truthfully: "I walk in this garden every day, and I have never seen you like this, so I am a little curious to take a look." ”

"Hehe, you don't know him. The inverted eight eyebrows pointed to the old man in the big vest opposite and asked Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "Forgive me for being clumsy." ”

"You're right not to know him, after all, he's not a famous person. ”

When he said this, the old man in the vest didn't do it, "Young man, do you know this old cripple?"

Two black lines floated over Zhuang Yan's head, because the accent of this old man in the vest seemed to be that the old man and the brain could not be clearly distinguished, so asking this was like asking, "Do you know this brain-dead?"

Zhuang Yan felt that he was a little difficult to answer this question, but he still shook his head, "I have never seen this gentleman." ”

"Hahaha!" The old man in the vest looked at the old man with eight eyebrows, with a provocative expression.

But the eight eyebrows didn't care, "I have been ringing bells everywhere all the year round, and it's normal not to know me, but you ran up and down before, and I wish everyone knew you, but in the end, no one knew you, and you said that it was sad and pathetic." ”

The old man in the vest was speechless for a while, not to mention him, even Zhuang Yan felt that what he said was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

The two of them didn't show any mercy to each other, but Zhuang Yan sounded like they were flirting, and then he didn't want to stay in the matter of mixing with them, so he smiled and said, "Two old gentlemen, I won't bother you, let's go first." ”

"Wait. The old man suddenly shouted.

Zhuang Yan turned back suspiciously, "What else do you have to do?"

The old man with eight eyebrows looked Zhuang Yan up and down, and seemed to feel that he was not careful enough, so he stood up from the stone bench, approached Zhuang Yan's face and looked at it again, and finally said, "Let me ask you, are you called Zhuang Ziyan?"

Zhuang Yan was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Hey, hey. Inverted Eight Mei took out a photo from his pocket, "Isn't this you?"

Zhuang Yan looked at the photo in his hand, and sure enough, it was the photo he had taken when he signed the sale.

At this time, the old man in the vest next to him was also curious: "Old cripple, is this Zhuangziyan?"

The old man smiled proudly: "You stay in Jinling every day, you don't even know what Zhuangzi Yanzhang looks like, I advise you, don't surf the Internet much, otherwise you will be eliminated by the times." ”

This time, the old man in the vest did not refute him again, but stood up from the stone bench with a look of surprise, looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Good girl, I didn't expect it, you are Zhuang Ziyan." ”