Today's face against the red side is a middle-aged man in a gray jacket, he stands up with his tall shoulders, holding a fan in his right hand and swaying up and down his chest from time to time, his left hand picks up a teacup from the ground from time to time, puts it at the corner of his mouth, and then looks at the chessboard energetically, he moves slowly, and the people next to him give some advice from time to time, and then the chess pieces in his hand wander back and forth on the chessboard, and finally after listening to the discussion of everyone, he put the chess in that suitable position with peace of mind.

Sitting across from him was a thin little old man, estimated to be about 65 years old, his brows were tightly locked, a thin face like a cucumber, it seemed that it was not easy to see clearly, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, two eyes gathered under the lenses, still bright, he shot quickly, every chess piece seemed to have been arranged in his mind, and when the time came, he held a cigarette in his left hand, and a large section of the ash was already hovering on the white cigarette stick.

Behind him were two gray-haired old men, one leaning slightly against a plane tree next to him, his eyes narrowed a slit, staring closely at the chessboard, every time the old man with a small gherkin face took a step, his head would stretch forward slightly, and his spirit was vibrant!

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