Yang Zheng didn't know that he had inadvertently made the pockmarked-faced salesman feel a little warmth in this cold winter.

He didn't know either, a good word.

It could change the life of a familiar, stranger.

The cold popsicle in his hand made him seem to forget that he had come to this convenience store to find the answer to the thirty-year-old.

He held the popsicle in his hand called Green Tongue, which had appeared in his memory, and his face was full of longing.

"Do you want to eat it too?" Yang Zheng broke free from his eagerness, he raised his head again to look at the silent salesman, and he stuffed the green tongue in his hand to him.

He took out a green tongue from the freezer again and said, "I'll just treat you to it." ”

Two dollars and four cents,

You may not be able to buy much.

But you can buy a man's happiness now.

……

The pockmarked-faced salesman took the green tongue.

He rudely tore open the package, looked at the last soft popsicle in his memory, and stuffed it in his mouth desperately.

He seemed to have forgotten the rules of the convenience store, and it was as if he had forgotten that he was thirty-three years old.

He was like a junior high school boy who had just finished physical education class, and he was snorting hard at this green tongue in the sweltering heat.

The hard and rustling taste after being frozen, in this heated convenience store, sometimes cold to the heart, sometimes cold frozen teeth.

The juice like apple juice slowly melted on the tip of the tongue with the growing sound of saliva in the mouth.

The tiny particles that fell from the popsicle were like ice slag, and as the drop of apple juice slowly fell on the tip of their tongues, they writhed their square bodies as if dancing.

But how can they learn to dance gorgeously.

Helplessly and regrettably, they finally gave up dancing, and they gradually melted together with the juice.

The sound of "click" that only he could hear made the apple juice with ice rush from the tip of his tongue to his teeth, and also made the teeth that had just felt cold and painful gradually regain consciousness.

"Quack." The sound that can only be made by biting into a popsicle seems to be showing off something in this quiet convenience store.

But the "quack" slowly changed into a "whoosh" sound, and this "whoosh" seemed to have some reluctance, was it reluctance to remember the past? Or are you reluctant to give up on this green tongue that is about to melt by the temperature in your mouth?

He looked up again, trying to find the young man who had given him a popsicle.

only to find that the person had already walked out of the convenience store.

Disappear into the snow.

"Looks like I've lost for a whole decade." He bit off his green tongue so hard that it seemed as if he had used all his strength.

He leaned against the cigarette cabinet behind him, as if relieved, as if he was saying goodbye to something.

For the first time, his eyes showed a light of expectation for the future.

……

Yang Zheng walked in the snow, the popsicle stick in his hand was like a bloodthirsty sword that had just come out of its sheath, if it did not taste the bitterness and bitterness of the world, it would never be easily sheathed.

But the bitterness and bitterness of the world.

A taste may be a person's life.

……

On a snowy day, there are many people wandering the streets.

A rich man who is rich in poetry, an ordinary person who complains about how to get to work tomorrow, a young man who is ready to go to a bar with his friends, a middle-aged man who is still running around in life, and a person who eats a popsicle and doesn't know if he is a young person or a young person.

Eating popsicles on a snowy day will undoubtedly attract the attention of many people.

There are those who laugh, those who are greedy, those who envy, those who disdain, and those who don't care.

This gaze stared at Yang Zheng's face and was hot.

He wanted to keep his head down, quickly finish the popsicle in his hand, and run home.

But his feet and head did not obey him, but walked step by step.

The popsicle stick, which looked like a bloodthirsty sword, seemed to be around his neck, so that he would not bow his head.

He can only pout this green tongue one by one, and he can also walk home step by step.

The bloodthirsty sword in his hand, sometimes soft and sometimes hard.

The bloodthirsty sword in his hand is sometimes sweet and sometimes astringent.

But the sword in his hand, as well as the road under Yang Zheng's feet, is still straight.

Point straight ahead.

……

In this world, there are probably no swordsmen, right?

Yang Zheng ate the last soft jelly-like green tongue in one bite, and he was finally about to get home.

But just as he was about to get home, in the nameless small restaurant next to him, the sound of ping-pong fights came from the high-hanging TV, like a big hand grabbing all his attention.

It was an old movie.

An old martial arts movie that should not be famous.

After all, the two white-clothed swordsmen holding swords in that movie are not very famous actors.

The two bland faces, and the obviously ill-fitting clothes on their bodies. It also makes this old movie look now, full of loopholes.

But the swords in the hands of these two swordsmen are cold.

In one move and one style, they are all ruthless and ruthless.

He also stopped at the door of the restaurant, staring at the TV with the men of different ages in the restaurant.

They should all be looking forward to these two swordsmen, who will win and who will lose.

Although they also know that evil does not prevail over good, in the end, it must be the victory of good over evil.

But they looked very intrigued.

After all, the real romance of men is knives and swords.

……

The children in the restaurant picked up their chopsticks and gestured with the swordsman on TV.

The middle-aged man in the restaurant clenched his fists and looked at the swordsman on TV, as if he wanted to tell the truth about their family's ruin.

The elderly man in the restaurant took a sip of old wine and looked at the last and most exciting duel on TV, as if thinking about his own life.

Oh, and the young man outside the restaurant, picking up the popsicle stick, sometimes gesturing like a child, sometimes clenching his fist like a middle-aged man.

Finally, he put down the popsicle stick and turned into a long laugh.

……

He put the popsicle stick in the trash can next to him.

It's like a sword is back in its sheath and a bird is back in its nest.

He also returned home and finished his thirtieth move.

Also in this thirtieth move, he seems to have thoroughly read the plum blossom score.

I also understood Mr. An Qian's down-and-out but strong life.

The reason why the plum blossom spectrum is called the plum blossom spectrum is not only because Mr. An Qian himself thinks that he is a plum blossom.

Rather, he hopes that anyone who reads this chess book can also become plum blossoms that bloom in winter.

He probably also hopes that even if future generations are born in the winter of poverty and despair like him, they will have a strong, self-reliant, and fearless hope for spring.

This is the last game of chess.

It was the head cannon that broke through the palace cannon.

The horizontal car breaks the river patrol car and eats seven pawns, and the horizontal car breaks the left artillery and takes the horse seven roads!

The horizontal car clamped the horse and broke through the palace cannon and moved, and the horizontal car retreated and broke the eight-way cannon to cross the river!

The cross car breaks across the river and the car eats the pawn and presses the horse!