"Oasis?" I said, confused, not knowing what he meant.

And he just waved at me, and then said:

"Sometimes, desolation is not really desolation, and the bustling scene can be fake, and if we blindly believe our eyes, we may not be able to judge the truth. He said this, and I frowned.

"What can you rely on if you don't see it?" I asked.

And he smiled, pointed to his head, and then to his heart, and said to me:

"Rely on your brain, and your heart. He waved his sleeves, and in a blink of an eye the chessboard reappeared in front of us.

"Look. He said.

I looked at the chessboard, and there was still not much change on it, only the black dragons had become remnants and shrunk. And the white dragon occupies here, in an arrogant form.

"Did you think the black dragon was evil at first? He asked.

"Isn't it?" I asked.

"But now that the black dragon is declining, the white dragon has to ignore it. He said again.

"So what, things in heaven and earth must have wins and losses. I replied.

"There is no dharma in the world, so is there any truth, good and evil in the world?" he continued.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" I found that he had been guiding me, but I didn't know how long the dream would last, and I didn't know that my realizations could not get his cues when I woke up, so I asked him directly.

And he just smiled and shook his head, his voice still flat:

"I don't have anything to tell you. ”

"And the purpose of this question?" I was puzzled.

And he looked at me with a meaningful look.

"Everything is in your heart. When he finished speaking, he waved. The chessboard changed instantly, and the original black dragon turned into scattered chess pieces, and the chess pieces were waved away by his sleeves, leaving an empty chessboard.

"Let's play chess. He said.

"Playing chess?" I didn't know what he meant at the moment, and there was already a white black in front of me.

"This time you use sunspots, and I'll use whites. He smiled.

I had no choice but to agree and play chess on the board. With just some study on TV, I'm pretty good at the first few hands. After that, he was completely suppressed by him. And he seemed interested, trying to find a way to knock me out as soon as possible.

It turns out that there is no need to be so troublesome, as long as he plays casually, I will lose a mess. However, after a while, the blacks on the chess surface were suppressed by the whole line, and I could only play chess to defend.

"I won. "He fell this one, and my power in the chess game has been completely destroyed.

"Well, you won. "I agree, I don't know what he's going to do next. And he stood up, and pointed at the board, and in an instant the board enlarged again, encompassing us.

"What's that?" I was still surprised.

And the chessboard has become a battlefield, and the chess pieces that were originally scattered on it have become countless soldiers. Shirako turned into a soldier in silver armor, wielding a sword in a flash. Kuroko, on the other hand, wore black iron armor and was crushed by the silver-armored army.

"What's wrong?" I found myself less and less understanding his thinking, and he only smiled and pointed to the battle situation in front of him.

I looked over and noticed something unusual. The soldiers were fighting hard, but they all had tears on their faces.

"Why are they crying?" I asked.

"Do you want to know? I'll show you. He looked at me, then waved his sleeves, and we shrunk together, eventually falling into the tears of a soldier next to him.

"Look. He said.

"Is this the world in the tears of a soldier?" I was shaken by what I saw.

The dilapidated house stands in an arid village, where an old woman weaves the cloth in front of her while the woman next to her feeds the child in her arms. Apparently there was not enough food here, and the old woman and woman were unusually emaciated, with a thin yellow face and a malnourished appearance.

The baby is unaware of this, and only sucks on the milk that is almost depleted, and if he can't suck it, he can only cry. The cloth on the loom lacked threads and could only weave a mutilated pattern. Who would want to buy such a broken appearance?

This kind of survival, no matter how you look at it, seems to have no way to survive.

"The man fought for them. He said beside me, shaking his head.

The scene in front of my eyes began to change, and when the change stopped, a generally bloody image appeared in front of my eyes.

The house was still dilapidated, and all the people in it had fallen in pools of blood. The blood pool on the ground also tends to dry up, leaving only reptiles to absorb nutrients in the middle.

"The village was slaughtered in the end. He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"As you can imagine, there are countless wars in parallel planes, and each game can find a game that suits itself. Every soldier is like a pawn on a chessboard, fighting for the general. He said.

"What do you want to tell me?" I continued.

"I don't have anything to tell you. He smiled and looked at me.

"Why is there a war in the world?" I asked.

"I don't know. He replied, and walked forward, and I immediately followed.

"If one day you become a general, what will you do, do you want to save the lives of your soldiers, or do you want to lead your army to kill as many enemies as possible?" he asked me, a question I had never thought about and did not know how to answer him.

"I don't know. That's all I could answer, and he laughed, louder and louder.

"I can't know, I must know. The tone of his voice finally changed a little, and his voice trembled, so that we could judge something from his body language.

"Can you give me some hints?" I felt like he had some limitations, so I couldn't tell me the answer directly.

"You are a chess player, and only a chess player can change the changes in the chess game. He said so.

"Then I should save the soldier's life. I replied. And he looked at me, and the emotion in his eyes made me wonder. Finally he said:

"If so, what would you do?"

This question asked me what I should do. How can as many soldiers be saved lives?

"Surrender?" I asked.

"What if the other side kills and surrenders?"

"Then I'll use as few deaths as possible to win the other side. ”

"But ending the war in this way will only lead to more wars. He said again.

"What do you want me to do, it's not, that's not, are you playing with me?" I was already starting to get angry, it was much harder to control my emotions in my dreams than when I was awake, and I simply didn't suppress it.

"Time is running out, I'll take you to one place at last. He grabbed my hand and threw me into the sky, and I wanted to exclaim, but the white crane lifted me up.

"Me in another time and space, the last scene, you must take a serious look. He spoke, earnestly and meaningfully.