When Lao Zhang was young, he also had a lot of unusual dreams.

In his dreams, he is a talented poet, a chivalrous man who pulls out a sword to help when he sees injustice, and a doctor who saves lives.

But when he wakes up, he discovers that he is just a cook who spends his days with fireworks.

Where are the poems and swords that appeared in dreams, and the scalpel that saved other people's lives?

He longed to go back and find the lost poem, the sword, and the scalpel.

But he couldn't turn back,

There is no turning back.

Because, with life on his shoulders and a family, he is not allowed to turn back.

He could only slowly walk in the dirt and fireworks, and slowly realized that he was actually just a very ordinary person.

He is very ordinary and very hard, for the sake of life and family, he only takes two days off a month.

For the sake of his wife and children, as well as the elderly people in his family, who were getting worse and worse, he couldn't raise his head every day, and could only look at the black wall that was smoked by oil, and tried to recall how pale the wall used to be.

However, he is also not ordinary, because he never complains about life.

He is also working harder to find his own life in his ordinary life.

It would be nice if I could get 10,000 a month.

He will also look forward to his monthly salary of 6,000 yuan, and look forward to a good life when he can get 10,000 yuan in the future.

He will also be now, even if it rains heavily, even if the wind blows and the snow freezes, he will sit opposite Uncle Li like a fourteen-year-old playful child, holding chess.

Probably, his poems, swords, and scalpels were also held in his hands.

Probably, his poems, swords, and scalpels never left him.

He listened to Uncle Li's three hundred lives, and he seemed to have an ambition in his heart that had not appeared for a long time.

He looked at Uncle Li and grinned.

"I... I have only one life. ”

"That's the first shot...!"

Uncle Li also smiled when he heard this, he smiled very happily, and he smiled very happily.

"Then let me see your life!"

The old man and the young man said words that made the young people blush and feel childish when they heard it, but the chess pieces in their hands seemed to drown out the sound of the wind and rain, and they fought on this small chessboard step by step.

Maybe everyone will have a lot of naïve dreams like Lao Zhang.

Perhaps, it is difficult for most people to become the person of their dreams.

But so what?

People are people, even if they understand that they may not be able to become the person they wanted to be when they were children, but as long as they move forward firmly step by step.

How can you not smell the fragrance of flowers that have been left on the road after you have worked hard to move forward?

……

Blind chess is obviously a test of a player's concentration, memory and imagination.

Blind chess is also obviously not suitable for Yang Zheng.

Because he has an imagination and a memory, but his concentration is not as good as before.

Especially under the interference of the noise of the rain outside the window getting noisier and louder, and the old man's speech speed getting faster and faster.

He intuitively felt in his mind, the chess pieces on the chessboard that had been built with great difficulty.

It's like turning into rolling stones.

With the sound of the wind and rain, the words rolled.

It was hard for him to determine what his next move would be.

He parried in a panic and coped with it in a panic.

But he seems to have forgotten that the only thing on the chessboard is the word "cope".

Because, when a chess player starts to deal with the pieces on the board, then chess will also deal with you.

Sure enough, when the old man listened to this hurried method, he helplessly shouted a general.

This voice of the general also seems to contain a lot of emotion.

There is a matter of course, but also a hint of disappointment.

Of course, it's more of a pity.

Because, this is the first of his seventy-two changes, which can make this young man with potential scrambled.

How should the remaining seventy-one changes be taught?

……

Wang Qi looked out the window at the sudden downpour, she was a little helpless and a little helpless.

Because, she trusts the weather forecast too much.

As a result, she has always been cautious, and for the first time, she did not put an umbrella in her bag before going out today.

How is she going to get back?

She looked at the empty classroom, and also looked at the blank address book in her mobile phone, and there was a desolation in front of her.

She walked out of the chess club, took out her mobile phone, and used the smart taxi app, but found that on a rainy day, it seemed that no online car-hailing car would brave the heavy rain and send her home at the original price.

It seems that for the first time, she feels that money is not everything.

However, she also seems to be a persistent person.

When she increased the price to exceed the usual fare to go home, she still had an online car-hailing car after all, and she was willing to go around the crowd of cars to take her home.

Sure enough, money is everything.

She smiled slowly in the pouring rain.

She also slowly hugged her mobile phone, which almost does not have news reminders outside of work, and stood like a wooden man.

……

The car came very slowly, the car was very dilapidated, and a Santana worth tens of thousands of yuan stumbled to the door of the chess club.

She looked at the dilapidated Santana, hesitated for a while, and then gritted her teeth and got into the car.

Shabby also seems to be better than helpless loneliness in the heavy rain.

Thinking so, she took another look at the dilapidated Santana, and seemed to feel that the car no longer seemed to be awkward.

The driver of the car was obviously an elderly man.

Generally, older men are very talkative, and he is no exception, he is driving a car while talking to Wang Qi.

But it was obvious that Wang Qi was like an arrow, and his interest was not high, so he could only give up.

This Santana crossed the crowd of people and cars, and finally blocked the path at the entrance of Guanghua Park.

The driver looked at the snail-like trail and seemed to be annoyed that he had chosen the trail that was hailed as a shortcut in navigation.

Also in the driver's sigh, Wang Qi raised her head and looked at Guanghua Park on the side, her eyes were unexpectedly stunned.

Not only her, but almost all the men and women on this road looked at the scene of the old and the young in the middle of Guanghua Park, playing chess in the rain, and their hearts were filled with indescribable emotions.

"What a dashing man!" The old man who was overwhelmed by life muttered.

"What a stupid man!" There is no pressure in life, and the beautiful young woman laughs foolishly.

"What a cool guy!" The boy and the child looked at the old man and the man who were still playing chess in one hand in the rain, and there was a little more envy in their eyes.

"How..." Wang Qi looked at the person who was still playing chess in the rain, she seemed to have a lot of words in her heart that she wanted to say, but at the corner of her mouth, she could only spit out these two words.

Perhaps, even she doesn't know how to describe this stupid, stupid and chic person!

……

In the heavy rain, Uncle Li is still a step ahead.

He picked up the cannon in his hand and shouted loudly to the general.

And Lao Zhang, who was sitting opposite him, looked at the chessboard that was gone, he wiped the heavy rain on his forehead, a little annoyed, and a little unwilling to say:

"One more plate!"

With these four words, in the rain, at Lao Zhang's feet, there was a nameless wildflower quietly blooming.