Wang Qi is a snobbish stick.

Especially she still looks like a pear blossom wooden stick with a "grimace" scar, so her every word is a rough reality.

She shouldn't have said that about parents and students.

Nor should he go to the weakness of the sword of the chess nerd in front of others.

She certainly knew that her words sounded realistic and childish.

But she had to wake up to this woman who sometimes couldn't keep up with the times.

She looked at the silent appearance of the chess nerd, and her face was full of regret and deep jealousy.

After all, she's just a pear stick wrapped in pineapple sawdust.

It is far less than the crape myrtle soft sword made of stainless steel on the opposite side, and it is not as good as the chess nerd with an endless future.

She turned her head and unexpectedly met Yang Zheng, who was about to speak and stopped.

It occurred to her mind that

What kind of weapon is Yang Zheng?

……

The chess nerd was lonely for a long time, and she knew that Wang Qi's words were right.

But in her heart, there was always a voice to say.

Xiangqi is the inheritance of history and the carrier of the spirit of countless chess players.

It's not just a tool that parents are preparing to give their children to climb up, as Wang Qi said.

The voice also said that if he didn't understand the meaning of the word chess, then even if he became a professional chess player, his road would never last long.

But the voice didn't say it, who cares about the so-called eternity now?

……

Yang Zheng finished the form and came to the intersection.

Wang Qi finished his class and walked to the intersection.

"Do you think I'm right?" Wang Qi looked at the traffic light across the street and muttered to Yang Zheng.

But when she said this, she felt a little funny.

After all, the person next to him who is the same age as himself asked himself a few days ago why "Plum Blossom Spectrum" is called "Plum Blossom Spectrum".

He also looked like a novice chess player.

Right and wrong seem to come out of his mouth, and there is not much gold.

However, as a novice chess player, she still wanted to find an answer from his mouth.

As for the reason, probably when I saw this man for the first time, I felt that this man was like the embryo of a weapon.

A weapon embryo that has been conceived for 29 years and does not know the color and the future.

Although she also knows that a weapon embryo that has been conceived for twenty-nine years and has not yet been formed will most likely be a failed weapon in the future.

However, she also had to admit it.

Even if a person as realistic as her is, she will actually secretly have one little dream after another in her heart.

Most of those little dreams are looking forward to this unchanging and somewhat realistic world, and there will be interesting scenery that makes her eyes shine!

……

"If you think it's right, it's right."

"If you think it's wrong, it's wrong."

Yang Zheng looked at the green light on the other side of the street, and he gave an ambiguous answer, but his eyes looked to the side.

She also unconsciously followed Yang Zheng's gaze.

She saw a worn-out bicycle.

On that beat-up bicycle was a father and daughter.

The girl, holding up the chess piece in her hand, smiled at her father in front of her and said something.

And the man in front of him was also smiling and listening.

That man was obviously doing hard work.

Otherwise, how could he be wearing a down jacket with black paint and unwashed stains?

However, this man loves cleanliness very much.

You see, he didn't just keep his daughter dressed cleanly.

The man's down jacket with his chest down was also wiped clean.

The father and daughter under the green light, accompanied by the creaking bicycle, the two of them showed a smile that was still happy even after knowing the suffering of the world, and the two of them also silently, noisily moving forward with the coming and going, bustling crowd.

The girl hugged her father's waist.

It's like a lark that has found a big tree, singing something.

The small chess piece, which she regarded as a treasure, was also placed in the pocket of the down jacket on her father's chest.

……

"Am I wrong?" Wang Qi came back to her senses and found that the green light had turned into a red light, and she also found that she was still in the same place, and she found that she could no longer find Yang Zheng's shadow in front of her, she couldn't help but smile bitterly and questioned herself.

It was as if in the shadow of the father and daughter, she remembered what he had promised to the master who had expectations of her when she became a professional chess player.

She also seems to remember that two years ago, she was also like a chess nerd, respecting chess and respecting her opponents.

So what the hell has made her a snobbish stick all these years?

She thought about it for a long time, until the red lights passed one by one, she looked at the green lights helplessly, and walked into the distance in small steps.

……

Yang Zheng didn't rush home, he still had to go to the convenience store and buy flowers.

This is his habit, and it is also one of the few times he can be completely his own since he went to work.

He walked into the convenience store and found that the pock-faced salesperson who only stood behind the counter in his memory had walked out of the counter for the first time.

He looked at him, and he looked at him.

The two of them burst out laughing.

Naturally, he didn't escape, and was reincarnated by the pock-faced salesman who was selling interesting goods in his eyes.

He naturally bought a bag of bayberry again, under the persuasion of Mazi Face.

However, he believes that today, he still does not lose or win.

Because, he remembered that Huanhuan liked to eat bayberry.

So, he took the bag of bayberry, walked out of the convenience store, and ran in the direction of home like an arrow.

The pockmarked-faced salesman behind him looked at Yang Zheng's back, nodded helplessly, and shook his head with satisfaction.

He also mustered up the courage to take out his mobile phone and send an invitation message to the girl who he had always liked but had never dared to confess, and invited him to dinner together in the evening.

Although he understands that he has a high probability of being rejected.

But he didn't hesitate to click send.

Because he knows. If he hadn't sent this message, he would have lost today.

In the past ten years, he has never decided the winner in the duel with him!

Sure enough, the girl replied with a message.

Although the girl's message was full of polite rejection, he still smiled very happily.

Welcome, the mechanical synthesized sound sounded again.

But the cold synth sound seems to have a little more warmth.

That trace of temperature is the pockmark-faced salesperson, who raised his throat.

This trace of temperature is also his new life out of the chrysalis.

……

Yang Zheng carefully stuffed the unopened bag of bayberry into his down jacket, and also carefully held today's crab claw orchid and ran home.

He wanted to share this bag of sweet bayberry with Huanhuan.

I also want to share the bouquet in my hand, which is praised by the flower shop manager as the last and most beautiful crab claw orchid in the store.

Of course, the owner of the flower shop seemed to be looking at the back of Yang Zheng leaving in a hurry, and whispered to explain the flower language of the crab claw orchid.

The flower language of the crab claw orchid is the head of good luck, and it is running well!