Lao Zhang's tone of voice was very humble.

There is still a hint of pleading hidden in the humility.

This humility and this hint of pleading should not have come out of Lao Zhang's mouth, but when his eyes lit up with a light that his chess friends had never seen before, everyone seemed to understand something from him.

"This can't be done, one person can only do it again."

The young director, who was so young that he might only be half the age of Lao Zhang, shook his hand in disgust and resolutely refused.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, Lao Li, who had just sat down, stood up.

"I'm going to pick up my grandson, let Lao Zhang go down."

"I'm going to work too, let Lao Zhang go down."

The thin man also shouted, not only the thin man Lao Li, but also those chess friends who had played with Lao Zhang for several years also said one reason after another.

Lao Zhang looked at these old friends who gave up the opportunity, he couldn't help but clench his fists that were still trembling, and his narrow eyes were also secretly aimed at the children who had just gotten out of school and wore school uniforms.

His head was lowered and held high, and the moment he raised his head, a sense of desolation permeated the entire park.

This sadness is probably because he knows that he is invincible in chess, but he still has the courage to die without hesitation.

This sadness is probably the last stubbornness of a father who has been doing nothing for most of his life.

Under this inexplicable sadness, the young director seems to see a middle-aged chivalrous man with a broken arm and no knife, who is walking in front of him step by step.

The angular face, the eyes that did not hesitate, and the determination that only middle-aged men have, made him can't help but retreat.

The original rejection on his lips, as well as the contempt for Lao Zhang, a greasy middle-aged man, all disappeared because of this indifferent footsteps.

When he had no way out, the good-looking woman sitting by the chessboard finally nodded.

"Then let's go to the next game."

……

Lao Zhang sat next to the chessboard, holding a sunspot.

For the first time, he felt that the chess pieces in his hand were so heavy.

For the first time, he also felt that every piece on the chess board would be so sad.

Red son first.

This is the rule of the rivers and lakes, and it is also the historical trajectory of the survival of the fittest.

The female chess player on the opposite side, the little pawn holding her red side in her hand, seemed to be tempting, and as if she was extremely confident, she made a rare "fairy guidance" opening.

This kind of start looks like humility.

But in fact, such a start lurks in the killing machine that Lao Zhang, who has not received the learning of the chess system, has never seen.

Although Lao Zhang rarely sees an opponent who uses immortals to guide the way.

But Lao Zhang was still very cautious and jumped on the horse.

Behind him, the people who said that they were going to pick up their grandson and wanted to go to work as an excuse, looked at Lao Zhang's hand, and they didn't move or say anything.

As the thin man who is most familiar with Lao Zhang, he saw from Lao Zhang's vaulting step that the sweaty fat man in front of him was about to die.

After all, Lao Zhang rarely used a vault to deal with the opening.

Even if the opponent starts with the first cannon, Lao Zhang will also use the Zhonggong cannon to deal with it.

Lao Zhang, who has been a husband for half his life, and Lao Zhang, who has been with fireworks all his life, is an acute child.

If there is no way out, if there is no way back.

He will not recognize himself like this now, and carefully manage his idle life again.

……

The word win, it's hard to write.

Because he was pieced together from the five words of Dead Mouth Moon Beifan.

For those winners, the death of the moon Bei Fan can be thought of from beginning to end.

But for a small person like Lao Zhang.

He could only carry it on his back and muttered about the dead mouth Yue Beifan.

Fan, in Lao Zhang's eyes, is to admit his own ordinariness and Lao Zhang's ordinariness.

It's like he spent most of his life, worked hard for most of his life, and finally because he saw his ordinariness, he could only nest in a small restaurant, looking for a job as a chef, and spend the rest of his life in peace.

Bei, in Lao Zhang's eyes, is concern and treasure.

Lao Zhang has three kinds of treasures to worry about.

Poetry, chess, and his own precious son.

Although he is ordinary, he is trying to no longer be ordinary because of these three treasures.

If he can no longer be ordinary, then his baby son will not be unable to hold his head up at school because of his identity as a partner.

If he can no longer be ordinary, then his chess and poetry will also become his son's most braunting wealth.

Months are nothing more than years.

The years not only left Lao Zhang with a handful of years.

The years also made Lao Zhang begin to cherish his time and cherish the time he spent with his son in high school.

also let him cherish this chessboard that may make his son raise his head at school.

mouth, Lao Zhang is a person who is not good at words.

He is not good at expressing himself and not good at expressing his love for his son. He can only come to this park after work every day, silently looking at the back of his son who is in a rebellious period and does not want to let him pick him up.

Lose.

That is, because I realize my ordinariness, and because I have concerns. It is also because he knows how to cherish and cherish those three concerns, so that he can turn the words that are usually hidden in his heart into life-threatening motivation.

Working hard, saving for the children to go to college.

I played this game well, knowing that the chess strength was not equal, but I was willing to give everything I had.

Can he win?

……

Probably not.

There are no miracles in the world.

Especially miracles, too, dislike the poor and love the rich.

He will not befall the poor old man.

Lao Zhang on the chessboard, even if he is careful.

The other party's hook can always harvest Lao Zhang's insignificant life one by one.

But even so, Lao Zhang still never had the idea of giving up.

He was a chivalrous man who broke his arm and had no sword after losing a game, no knife, no sword, no weapon, he seemed to only have a fist.

Although his fist, compared to the Qimen weapon made of stainless steel on the opposite side, was a little funny.

But this fist made of flesh and blood is not afraid of death, and it hits the double hook one by one.

The pawn horse cannon car is like the five fingers on Lao Zhang's fist.

Although one by one they are folded under the double hook.

But they were still shouting outside the chessboard.

It seems that Lao Zhang should not give up.

The thin man, Lao Li, Uncle Li, and those all kinds of people, looked at Lao Zhang who didn't flinch when his fingers were broken.

It's as if there's something in their throat that keeps them silent and doesn't move.

They desperately pressed the strange thing in their throats until their eyes were red, and they swallowed the stubborn thing for men.

They held their heads high, looked at the sky, and swallowed tears.

They also don't seem to want to see Lao Zhang's ending.

But everything has to have an ending.

Whether it is victory or defeat, Lao Zhang has long been prepared in his heart.

But he wanted to resist a little longer.

Because, in three minutes, his baby son will be out of school.

He may also be able to see that his father, who usually does nothing in his eyes and can only cook, also has a side that he can't see.

"General".

The woman on the opposite side of the notice, does not give him any chance.

The hook that she ended with was like her beautiful face.

A hook pierced the heart of the humble man opposite.

But even so, the humble man stretched out his palm, which had long since lost his five fingers and lost his strength, and forcefully pushed out the general in the center of the chessboard.

Just like he knows that his ordinary life can't be changed,

will not put hopes and regrets on his most important son.

Ding Ding Ding.

The bell for the end of the sophomore year of high school finally rang.

A boy who was three or four points similar to Lao Zhang walked out of the school gate.

He held his head high.

And Lao Zhang lowered his head again.

It seems to be saying something...