Night.

The lights have been lit.

The room smells of cooked food and liquor.

On that square table, there were all kinds of chess games, and under that square table, a fat cat was heartily nibbling on a roast chicken leg.

The old man sat on a wooden chair and drank a pot of old wine.

The wine stains at the corners of his mouth slowly fell from his old face to his fingertips.

He seemed to be freehand, and he also seemed to deliberately stretch out the withered yellow finger stained with wine.

Under the moon, under the beam, under the lamp, the word "enter" is written out of thin air.

I don't know what his word "enter" represents.

I only know that after writing the word "enter", the airtight room suddenly had a breeze.

This wind leaked out from the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.

The wind was even noisier than the wind outside.

……

Today is Yang Zheng's day of rest.

It was also the day when he made an appointment with the old man to play chess.

Before he played chess, he went to a convenience store, and it seemed that he wanted to buy something for the old man.

But when he came out, his hands were empty.

This was probably because he heard the new salesperson say that the pock-faced salesperson who always sells useless goods to himself at convenience stores submitted his resignation yesterday.

This is probably also saying that in the competition between Yang Zheng and him in the past ten years, it is no longer possible to tell who wins and who loses.

He walked down the street in a daze.

also thought in a daze, there is really no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed.

He and him, like two leaves, will go their separate ways because of the difference in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I don't know if he and him can meet again in the future.

He didn't even know whether he won or lost the final fight yesterday.

Or is there no real winner or loser in this decade's competition?

……

The most annoying thing in winter is the wind.

It's not like spring, when the spring breeze blows across the earth, it brings bursts of life.

It's not like the beauty of summer when the breeze blows in your ears.

It is not like autumn, when the autumn wind blows on the face, it rolls up people's nostalgia from the bottom of the heart.

It's like a knife, mercilessly slashing through people's faces, and ruthlessly making people feel small.

But today's wind is not only like a knife, but also like a hook hidden.

A hook that catches people's eyes, and a hook that hooks the world's hot and cold hooks.

……

When Uncle Li was young, he was keen to learn from others.

In his 60 years of life, he has worshiped a total of 72 masters.

Some of these masters are charlatans with great fame and low chess skills, some are down-and-out families with little fame and high strength, and of course, more are street chess players with low chess skills.

For Uncle Li in his youth, as long as he can win him on the chessboard, he can become his master.

Because of this, Uncle Li did not have a good reputation when he was young.

Even in the same period, there were many potential chess players, who thought that Uncle Li had learned too much, and he would definitely have no future interest.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Uncle Li actually became a professional chess player at the age of 30, and at the age of 35, he became a chess master admired by thousands of people.

At that time, the chess masters were even more valuable than they are today.

Because winning or losing chess at that time was likely to be the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the family behind the chess player.

More likely to be a man's transition from looking down to looking up.

……

Someone once asked Uncle Li why he studied so much and could become a nationally recognized chess master.

Whenever he encounters this problem, he will only say that everyone understands four big words.

"Be open-minded and studious".

Whenever this happens, those people will feel that Uncle Li is not real, and he is actually hiding it. But in fact, if it weren't for his humility and studiousness, would Uncle Li be able to worship seventy-two masters? Can you also work with those seventy-two masters to study chess day and night?

Sometimes, small things are even more important.

Sometimes, there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to listen to the big and small truths in the mouth.

……

Today's Uncle Li came to Guanghua Park against this wind.

Some time ago, he had just traveled to the south to attend the funeral of one of his masters.

That was his thirty-sixth master, and he was also the master with the highest chess skills.

That master had no fixed place to live all his life, had no home and no wife, and was a lonely man.

Especially after most of his bumpy life, after sending his parents to the end of his life, he walked into his old age without worry.

He was very good at chess, and he relied on his chess skills to get a good job in the chess academy and enjoy life in the last few years of his life. But he can't stand the laziness of today's children and the prejudice of the world against chess.

So he decided to walk on the road in his later years, one person and one cigarette stick.

A man, especially an old man, is actually not very demanding in life.

Three meals without hunger, wine and cigarettes in hand, and a place to shelter from the rain when it rains are enough.

He is such a man, in the last few years of his life, he has traveled all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland in a dashing manner.

Even at the last moment of his life, he was standing on the top of the mountain, smiling and shouting, I have no regrets in life, I will go.

This sentence ended in his life, just like when he came, he had a pure heart.

It's as chic as when he left, when his innocent heart fell into the dust.

Uncle Li, as his only "family", buried his master in the soil single-handedly, and also paid various expenses after his master's death.

He probably can't be as free and easy as his master, because his chess strength is earned by his humility and studiousness, and since he has an open mind and studiousness, he will naturally have constant cause and effect and concern.

However, Uncle Li enjoyed this cause and effect and concern very much.

After all, he is an ordinary old man, although life is not demanding, but he attaches more importance to things outside of life than anyone else.

He also loves to laugh more than anyone else.

However, even this old man who loves to laugh will also feel the cruelty of time after the master leaves.

He also wanted to find a successor.

Passing on your chess skills.

He knew that his chess skills might have become obsolete with his age.

But that's the only thing he can leave to the world.

Isn't it?

……

Guanghua Park is very lively today.

is not only a professional camera, but also an unknown director who wears a hat and keeps shouting.

If it weren't for the woman sitting in the middle of the chessboard wearing heavy makeup and attracting bees and butterflies around all kinds of young men and women, Uncle Li might have thought that today's Guanghua Park was going to shoot a TV series.

He went up and found that it was Lao Zhang, who wanted to be a poet, who was playing chess today.

As a chess lover at the bottom of the park.

Compared with the woman opposite who was so beautiful that he could let him, an old man, take a few more looks, Lao Zhang's face was obviously not very good.

Because, he's going to lose.

The horses and cannons on the opposite chessboard were like a hook, which directly poached Lao Zhang's heart.

"Not bad, not bad." Uncle Li looked at the woman opposite again, and won a few good chess players in the park in a row, and he also itched inexplicably.

Although, as a former chess master, he can see this woman's chess strength, that is, the level of a first- or second-level chess player.

But to be able to meet such a master in this small park is an incredible and unattainable thing.

If you can't fight her, it will definitely be a pity.

But before Uncle Li could speak, Lao Zhang, who had not been defeated for a long time, actually raised his head, stepped forward and said, "Can you have another fight with me." ”