"Old man, have you seen this ending since you first rescued Brother Chaozi?" Dayue said.

Liu Qingsong shook his head slightly, feeling that the heavenly opportunity could not be revealed.

"How does it feel to be out for a year?" Liu Qingsong avoided this topic intentionally or unintentionally, and without waiting for Dayue to continue asking, he took the lead in speaking.

"I can't tell." Da Yue scratched his head, thinking that if he wanted to summarize the outside world, he really couldn't find a suitable word, because that world contained too many things.

Liu Qingsong smiled, covering this game of chess that he had played for an unknown amount of time with one hand, disrupting the chess, like disrupting a situation that had been laid out for a long, long time.

"It's right if you can't say it, I know you still have a lot of things to put down, and I won't keep you anymore, I'm an old thing, it's not worth wasting this time on you young people, Dayue, let's go, do what you have to do, but never leave it to fate, what about Beijing, what about the family, what about those guys who can't be looked up to, not all of them came out of the mother's womb, and they all climbed up from the bottom." Liu Qingsong said lightly.

Da Yue was a little sluggish, and suddenly understood something, and finally understood that the biggest change he had come into contact with the so-called outside world, that is, concerns, a kind of worry that gradually became a habit, and even Da Yue himself did not know what he was worried about.

"Haven't figured it out yet? You have to go to Beijing. Although Zhao Kuangran's life is not good, he has more or less met you, if you put him down again, then he will really have nothing. Liu Qingsong said, he had not taken a step out of Hutou Mountain, but he could see through like those people outside.

"Can we really do it? Did you help him, or did you drag him down? Gong San'er said with a stunned face, perhaps subconsciously, even if he touched that world, he couldn't change it, let alone control it.

Liu Qingsong smiled, as if he had heard a big joke, and slowly touched the little pawn, an inadvertent son on the chessboard can often change the entire battle situation, the pawn is not terrible, the terrible thing is the pawn who crossed the river, a pawn who is fearless and can't retreat, is the most taboo for others.

『↙dǐng『↙diǎn『↙小『↙ say,.2☆3.∽os_();" A game of chess, some people are born with this handsome word, some people are born with this taxi to block death, some people are born with a pawn, no matter what they are born in, it is not terrible, what is terrible is what do you think you are? This society often makes people into obstacles, and the little pawn will give me the one who is not afraid of death to move forward, and the pawn who stays in place and waits for death will die a miserable death. Liu Qingsong said, putting down that pawn, it seems that he has also put down those who shouldn't be put down, and it seems that he has no part in preaching.

But who cares?

Gong San'er was a little stunned, Liu Qingsong's words were like a hammer, breaking too many things in Gong San'er's heart, just like waking up a dreamer with a word, the fog in his heart completely disappeared, he was going to Beijing, and he didn't want to wait for a moment, even if it would be his Gong San'er's last journey, even if he was a pawn who couldn't change anything.

The same is true for Dayue.

"Not leaving? Are you going to stay with me until you die? Liu Qingsong looked at these two people with a smile, two guys who may be worlds apart but have the same eyes, like Zhao Kuangran, what kind of magic power does this young man have, let Gong San'er enter that magic barrier from this magic barrier.

Gong San'er diǎn diǎn diǎn head diǎn

"Sue sù Zhao Kuangchao, I'm still waiting for him to come back and fight with me for a few games, if you can't come back, peel off the skin on my back for me." Liu Qingsong said with a smile, making an innocuous joke for the first time.

"I'll bring you back a few sets." Da Yue said, and followed Gong San'er, who was anxious, to say goodbye and leave.

Looking at the two people who came and went in a hurry, Liu Qingsong set up the chessboard again, still so happy, it seems that this game of chess is his whole life, and he will never get tired of playing, what kind of determination is this, it can only be said how much.

For a long time.

Under the old locust tree, the old man who no longer moved the chess pieces and faced an endgame suddenly smiled.

"The next time we meet again, I will kill a few more games, and I Liu Qingsong will have no regrets in my life." Liu Qingsong muttered, like the guy who inherited Zhao Jinglei's will, although the two have never met, but Zhao Jinglei's child must be Zhao Jinglei, this is not fate, this is a certainty, a dog can never give birth to a wolf cub, and a wolf can never give birth to a dog cub, this is the law of nature.

"Master, absolute master, I can't imagine that your old man is such a big man, and he will come to visit again in the future." On the way down the mountain, Gong San'er kept chattering, as if he wanted to think that it was Liu Qingsong who was chatting with them, and Gong San'er felt his heart pounding.

"My old man likes to be quiet." Da Yue glanced at Gong San'er, thinking that he was taken by this young master, and it was not easy for Liu Qingsong to be quiet in the future.

With an excited look on his face, Gong San'er obviously ignored Da Yue's words, and then the two saw a very funny scene, a child with a snakeskin bag on his back was sitting on a wooden stake down the mountain, and the child looked at them with a very old look, like the epitome of a migrant worker, or there was that earthy energy in his bones, even if he wore a precious suit, he couldn't hide it.

This scene is very tiger, very shocking to some people's hearts, Gong San'er suddenly became a diǎn is not in a hurry, just like this child who is full of expectations but uses the word stubbornness to disguise, Gong San'er finally knows how much this child longs for the outside world, and how far away the outside world is from this child.

Is this kid tired from being alive? This should have been the most innocent and carefree age, but he was forcibly separated by this countless mountains, and Gong San'er found that his nose was sour, and he was glad that this child appeared here.

"Sichuan, would you like to go out with my master and go out vigorously?" Gong San'er shouted at the top of his voice, completely ignoring that there was a twelve or thirteen-year-old child opposite him, or that this child was not a child in the first place.

Sichuan's little face was slightly red, I couldn't imagine that this abstract-looking guy would come up with such a sentence, although he was not convinced by this young master in his heart, but he still diǎn diǎn head, he longed for the outside world, and yearned for it in his heart.

"That's right." Gong San'er walked to Sichuan, looked at the snakeskin bag that the child was carrying, and then looked at an old man standing far away, looking at his face, Gong San'er seemed to be able to see something.

I don't know what kind of wisdom Gong San'er has passed, and suddenly made a very righteous appearance, which made people look serious and wanted to laugh.

"Sichuan, you are sure you want to go out with us, we are not going to Qingdao, to Beijing." Gong San'er said, rummaging through his arms.

Speaking of Beijing, Sichuan's eyes lit up, although he didn't even know the direction of Beijing.

"Beijing, a city that is several times bigger than Qingdao." Gong San'er said, looking at Sichuan's shocked expression, but there was no trace of a smile on his face, as if he was digesting this shock like Sichuan.

Gong San'er rubbed Sichuan's head, and seemed to finally find something in his arms, leaving the dumbfounded child in place, and walking towards the old man, Sichuan's grandmother, Gong San'er didn't have to think about it.

"Your grandson is a good seedling." This is the first sentence that Gong San'er said, although with a face that is absolutely unbelievable.

The old man diǎn diǎn diǎn head slightly, a man over eighty years old but like an old man in his hundred years. What the old man was looking at was not Gong San'er's face, which no one would believe lightly, but Gong San'er's eyes, a look that might have diǎn prickly hairs but definitely not bad,

Gong San'er took out about 10,000 yuan, who doesn't know why Gong San'er is carrying something, as for what this 10,000 yuan represents in this village, Gong San'er knows very well, and knows that he doesn't have to do this.

The old man's hands trembled a little.

"This is your grandson's salary for a year, although it is not much, but it is not too little, you must take this money, otherwise I will not take him away, you also know, stay here, this life, he is finished, let it go." Gong San'er said, took out the crumpled box of Hongta Mountain, or this is the cigarette that Gong San'er has carried in his pocket for the longest time in his life, popped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and it didn't burn.

Sichuan looked at this qiē in his eyes, and suddenly this guy named Gong San'er seemed to have become a little more pleasing to the eye, although that face still made people feel hateful.

The old man accepted the money, and from beginning to end, there were no words, only Gong San'er said vigorously, of course, these words may not change anything.

"A year later, I will bring this little rabbit cub back to you in its original form, although my master has been unreliable in speaking, but there is a sentence I will leave you here, the number one fierce man from Hutou Mountain, will definitely come out in my hands, you believe it, I don't believe it." Gong San'er said very awesomely.

The old man smiled, revealing a row of natural and neat teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were also stretched, in fact, this person was not an old man, but there were too many things pressed on his body.

After all, Gong San'er still took Sichuan away, perhaps because he was too excited, the child didn't turn his head to look at the somewhat lonely village, maybe he just threw something called memory into the mess.