While we were talking, we went to Mr. Liang's house. Mr. Liang is quite wealthy and lives in a three-bedroom and two-living room house, but his home is a mess, and the living room is actually full of Lego toy buildings. A high-rise building here, a farm manor there, is also full of interest. If you look closely, you can see that these miniature toy buildings are not placed randomly, but are well organized, and seem to have a very strict plan. At first glance, it feels like you've arrived in the world of Lilliputia, and it's a wonderful feeling.

What's going on? I asked.

Mr. Liang smiled: I'll tell you more about it in a moment.

Xie Ling asked: Put it like this at home, sister-in-law has no opinion?

Can you have no opinion? Mr. Liang sighed: She has returned to her parents' house, it has been more than half a month, forget it, don't talk about this.

Mr. Liang's family lives on the first floor, and the hall has floor-to-ceiling windows that allow you to see the narrow courtyard behind. The yard area is not large, and if there is such a yard in the average family, it must be planted with vegetables and flowers. But it's strange here, from our point of view, the backyard is actually full of sand, like a big construction site.

Although I think it's strange, I'm embarrassed to ask if people don't say it. Answering the bell: Where is the child?

Mr. Liang led us down the corridor to the bedroom inside, knocked on the door gently, and said softly: Xiaoqiu, we are in.

He twisted the handle and slowly pushed the door open.

The room was dark, with thick curtains drawn, and only a dim lamp lit. The first impression was very messy, the bed floor was covered with graffiti sketch papyrus, I glanced at it, and many of the papers had only a few lines drawn. Near the windowsill, there is an easel with a large drawing board on it, and because we have our backs to the door, we can't see what is painted on the drawing board.

Although Mr. Liang pushed the door open, he did not dare to go in, and we could not make any moves, so we could only stand behind him. Mr. Liang stepped on the door line and said softly: Xiaoqiu, two uncles have come to see you.

I coughed lightly in the back: It's my brother.

Xie Ling laughed.

After a long time, a small head poked out from behind the easel, because the light was too dim to see the facial features. The little head swept us for a moment, then retracted again. Mr. Liang sighed, made a gesture for us to go out, and then he gently closed the door.

We went back to the living room and asked how Liang Xiaoqiu was found after he disappeared.

Mr. Liang took out a pack of Chinese from under the coffee table, opened it, took out a cigarette and handed it to us. Xie Ling waved his hand politely to say no, I was embarrassed to smoke in front of the bell, so I had to wave my hand too. Mr. Liang said: After the incident, I still don't believe that it has anything to do with Fan Xiong. Even in the end, when I found my child in her studio, many people encouraged me to call the police to sue her, but I still let her go, which is why my wife was annoyed with me and thought I was too soft. But I always thought that Fan Xiong would not harm my child.

Why are you so sure, and what is Fan Xiong kidnapping Liang Xiaoqiu for? I asked.

Mr. Liang picked up the pipe, plucked it twice, took a puff, fell into deep thought, and said after a while: After Liang Xiaoqiu lost it that day, my wife was like crazy, and I had a hunch that nothing would happen. At that time, not only relatives and friends, but even the school mobilized teachers to look for it. My wife wanted to call the police, but I stopped her, and I believe that the child will come back safely. Later, a teacher provided the address of Fan Xiong's studio, and we killed him, and then we found Xiaoqiu.

We didn't speak, we listened quietly.

When he arrived at the studio, Xiaoqiu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, while Fan Xiong was painting in the studio. My wife was furious and was about to smash her studio on the spot, making me control it. I asked Fan Xiong why she took my child away in private, and she didn't speak, her expression couldn't tell whether she was cold or numb. Just after this incident, the school terminated Fan Xiong's teaching contract and ordered her to leave. Although I believe that she will not harm my child, it is really not like words to take the child away privately without telling our parents. Mr. Liang said.

originally thought that this matter was over, but he said again: I don't know if it has anything to do with this matter, Liang Xiaoqiu has been even more dull since he came back, and he didn't even say a word all day long. We took him to see a lot of psychiatrists, what child psychologists, it didn't work. Liang Xiaoqiu seems to have closed the channel of communication with the outside world. One expert told us that he probably had autism.

I looked at each other with the bell. I have only heard of the symptoms of autism, and most of the children who have experienced this condition appear to be introverted and do not like to communicate with others.

Mr. Liang stumbled on the ashes: My wife gritted her teeth and said that it was all a good thing that Fan Xiong did, but I think that the child itself has problems, even if he has autism, he has little to do with outsiders. I haven't heard of autism being infected.

I nodded secretly, this Mr. Liang was calm and measured at first glance, and he was a very reasonable person.

Why do you judge that Fan Xiong will not harm your child? Xie Ling asked.

Mr. Liang took two puffs of cigarette and suddenly asked, "Do you know how to play chess?"

This question is too abrupt to ask, I don't know what it means. What chess does the bell ask? Mr. Liang smiled: It's chess. I want you to watch a game of chess.

What kind of medicine is sold in this old boy's gourd? He took us to the study, opened the notebook, and operated a chess software. This software can store the chess games and automatically review them according to the order of the two players.

After Mr. Liang operated, he stood up and watched the chess game with us. He didn't explain anything, maybe there was some deep meaning, and we didn't ask, and watched intently as the two sides moved.

I'm not very good at chess, and I basically lose eight out of ten games when I play chess with my neighbors on the side of the road, but I can watch it. We can't understand the chess game of professional chess players and international masters, but I can understand the subtleties of ordinary masters. Xie Ling is even more concentrated, and his level is not low.

Red starts the game, and although black is one hand behind, he is aggressive from the moment he moves. The two sides come and go, see the moves, some of the chess looks useless at first glance, but after three moves, the effect is immediate. I watched it for a while, and I was amazed, and I was completely attracted by the clever tricks of both sides.

There are almost no loopholes between the two sides, and they don't give each other a chance to take advantage of it at all, and the competition is not to find a missed move, but to brainstorm a real game. Black attacks unbridled, wide open and close, hot and domineering. The red side is a camp step by step, hiding needles in the cotton, and dialing thousands of catties in four or two. Both of these players are rare first-class masters.

A master does not mean that he is good at chess, that is only one aspect, and more importantly, he has his own exclusive style.

In the middle and late game, Black rushed and struck hard, and the remaining strength was exhausted, while Red formed a formation and took the advantage, but he was not in a hurry to go deeper, and still ate away step by step.

Black is going to lose. I say.

In the end, Black was left with only one bare-rod cannon and ran around the river, and the only offensive force was two pawns. Red does not win, and it is intolerable. And Black made a big mistake, the black pawn blindly stepped forward and landed on the elephant's eye, and Red took it all as it should, but at this moment, suddenly the situation changed, and before I could see it, I heard Xie Ling exclaim: Oops.

The red chess flying elephant, leaving only the old handsome and the soldier, the black cannon in the five moves, is extremely hidden hibernation on their own bottom line, at this time seize the opportunity to fly the cannon up, stuffy palace a general, dead chess.

We rubbed our eyes, and then we came out of the thrilling killing chess. Mr. Liang said: Fan Xiong is the one who uses the red chess, and my son Liang Xiaoqiu is the one who uses the black chess.

I and the bell were shocked, and no one spoke.

Mr. Liang said: I am an absolute chess fan, and I can play in the company even if I have nothing to do. My son's chess was taught by Fan Xiong, and the two of them sometimes played chess online, sometimes in the classroom, and I watched almost every game of chess. The set you're seeing now is the only game my son has won against Fan Xiong. I believe in a sentence, chess style is like a human, can a chess player who can play such a wonderful and breathtaking, will it be a bad person?

I don't think so: whether you are good at chess or not is not necessarily related to the quality of life, right, there is no scum in the hands of chess masters?

Then you have to look at the chess style of the chess player, Fan Xiong's chess style has a needle hidden in it, and it has the style of an ancient gentleman. Mr. Liang said.

You're missing something. Xie Ling said.

What the? Mr. Liang asked.

Xie Ling stared at the chessboard on the screen and said: There is a persistent anger in Fan Xiong's chess style. What is Gentleman? A gentleman is not a humble moral model, and the most respectable and terrible thing about a gentleman is that he has his own beliefs. It is terrible for a person to have a paranoid belief and regard this belief as the only idea of his existence.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I asked.

Xie Ling shook his head: It's not good or bad. To be a human being, you should have some faith, but first you have to think rationally about whether what you believe in is the right way.

He suddenly thought of a question and asked Mr. Liang: Why did Fan Xiong teach your son to play chess?

Mr. Liang said: Fan Xiong said that my son is a very special child, and we laypeople do not understand his world at all. By the way, Fan Xiong once told me one thing, she wants to take my son away, and she will raise her for a while. How is this possible? It's just ridiculous.

We came out of the study and into the living room. I pointed to the miniature toy building full of living rooms and asked, what's going on?

Mr. Liang said: After Xiaoqiu went home, he stopped talking, like a mute. That day, he finally spoke his first words.

The first thing Liang Xiaoqiu said was to tell his father that he wanted to build a new world.