When Lao Zhang returned home, it was almost six o'clock in the evening.

The heating in the house made his soaked clothes float with puffs of fog.

The nagging from his wife in the house, as well as the complaints about his unprofessional, made this man who dared to play against the park chess king in the pouring rain bow his head embarrassedly.

He went into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

In the mirror, he no longer seems to be as strong as when he was young, and it seems that he can no longer see his handsome appearance when he was young in the mirror, but he smirks at himself in the mirror.

It seems to say that today's chess is really comfortable.

He finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom, only to find that a folded change of clothes had already been placed at the door.

He laughed again.

"Come and eat." This loud shout is the woman who has been married to him for 20 years, and the years have not only left traces on him, but also left more traces on the woman who is likely to be with him for the rest of his life.

Yellow, face, mother-in-law.

These three words may be the most vicious words for a woman, but they are legitimately on his wife's face.

His wife, whose skin was white and tender, had long since been boiled into the color of the yellow earth under her feet in her daily life.

The face that once fascinated him, although he could still see the beauty of his youth, now has several more uneven wrinkles.

But even so, he still loves her very much, and he will feel that she is the best woman in the world to him except for his mother.

Although, she often complains that she is not productive.

Although, she always looked at his phone, for fear that he would follow the new waiter in the restaurant.

But, love is love.

Never betrayed for something better.

……

After eating, Lao Zhang sat on the sofa, holding his mobile phone, like most people, looking for pastime on the Internet.

He listened to the sound of his wife's water washing dishes in the kitchen, and the sound of children reading books in the bedroom.

He really wanted to write a beautiful modern poem at this moment, to praise the beauty of this moment.

But he didn't dare to write now.

Because he was afraid that his wife would complain that he was naïve, and that his children who were reading would laugh at his writing and poetry, which were far inferior to those of primary school students.

But he still slowly sketches the poems that belong to life in his heart.

……

Lao Zhang's wife, Aunt Li also has a dream.

She wanted to be a movie star when she was younger, and she was also beautiful. But in those days, there were too many women who were more beautiful than her.

She still remembers that at the gate of the film studio, she looked at the women who were better and more beautiful than her, and her heart was always retreating.

Looking back now, she always regrets how weak she was at that time.

She does like to regret it, from the fact that the food she bought today is not as cheap as yesterday, and as small as going to the mall today and seeing other people's skirts more beautiful than herself.

These big and small things can make this woman who is forty years old like Lao Zhang be as hypocritical and childish as a fourteen-year-old girl.

Of course, Lao Zhang doesn't think she's hypocritical? Because of him, he will always regret it, Lao Zhang always regrets how good it would be if he were a great poet and a great doctor. Perhaps, forty-year-old Aunt Li will have the money to dress up and be called Sister Li when she goes out.

Maybe she'll be proud of herself, too.

Although Aunt Li and Lao Zhang often regret it, the only thing they don't regret is knowing each other and having a child with good academic performance.

They don't have big dreams these days.

At most, I hope that my son can go to a good university and his salary can be raised.

Perhaps, they will also have the luxury of dreaming that in the future, when their children graduate from college, they will be able to buy a car. Let's go see the scenery that is as lovely and beautiful as theirs.

……

"Why don't you write poetry today?" After Aunt Li washed the dishes, she sat next to Lao Zhang, looking at Lao Zhang, who kept swiping her mobile phone, and was a little disgusted.

"You... Didn't you say that the poems I wrote were childish? Lao Zhang whispered.

"Then I said you were naïve, so you didn't write?" Aunt Li also seemed to be even more annoyed.

"In this world, some people are mature and some people are naïve. But whether mature or naïve, when they see something that a person has written seriously, they give him a thumbs up for his seriousness! "Aunt Li seems to have turned into a philosopher again at this time, counting Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang listened to Aunt Li's words, he suddenly woke up from a big dream, and looked seriously at this woman who had accompanied him for 20 years for the first time.

It was also the first time I found out that she had actually been supporting herself in writing those poems that no one cared about.

……

Lao Zhang returned to the study and began to write poems.

But he wrote for a long time, but he couldn't write a single word.

He looked at the wall of his desk, which was as white as snow, and suddenly cried and laughed.

It turns out that he himself has always lived as a modern poem.

……

Everyone is actually a modern poem when they are born, but it is mixed with soy sauce, vinegar and oil tea by life, and sprinkled with bitterness and bitterness. Pingqian gave the dream that couldn't be realized, and even the rhythm went with life.

Although, everyone is a modern poem.

But life is not poetry, because the listening and thinking that should belong to the poet have been replaced by money and excuses.

is also because ordinary people like Lao Zhang, who are older, want to integrate his ridiculous life insights into the poem life.

But ah, no one wants to listen to his life insights, and no one wants to listen to his big and small truths.

Of course, he is not alone.

Because, outside his closed door, there was a woman and a child.

Although the woman was also scrolling on her phone, her phone desktop had her man's poems on it.

And that child, after finishing his homework, suddenly remembered that today he seemed to see the shadow of his father playing bravely against a chess Internet celebrity.

He and her, in fact, have been giving a thumbs up to this forty-year-old middle-aged man who looks useless!

……

There is no need for truth in this world, and there should be no reason to teach people.

Because, no one wants to read the truth in addition to their busy work, and no one wants to live the truth.

In this world, there is no need for poetry.

Because most of the poets' thoughts are also naïve.

They will be a lot older, crying and laughing like Lao Zhang.

They will also be a lot older, like Lao Zhang, with the fantasy of becoming a great poet.

So what does the world need?

Probably chess.

Because when Lao Zhang held the chess pieces, he seemed to hold the poems, swords, and scalpels that were lost behind him.

is also like Wang Qi, who has always been realistic, looking at the shadow in the park, and his heart is touched.

More like Yang Zheng, still playing his blind chess that looks like he will never win.

He sat in his chair and felt the sound of the rain and the wind getting louder and louder.

When he also felt that there were more and more large and small rolling stones on his chessboard, he couldn't help but use his voice to drown out the sound of the wind and rain, and he couldn't help but stretch out his foot, as if kicking away the rolling stones, as if kicking away the past.

Accompanied by his voice of general.

The plum blossom with arrogance and arrogance outside the door tilted its head and looked at the rain pillar like a spring, and straightened its chest.

(End of Volume VII)