Winter in China is divided into two parts.

Part of it is the winter before the Spring Festival, and part of it is the winter after the Spring Festival.

The winter before the Spring Festival is hurried and cold, men will keep bowing their heads just to raise their heads on that day, women will learn a few more dishes so that they can show their skills at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, children will also study hard to get a word of praise at the dinner table, and most of the elderly will change into their best clothes, smiling at the neat family and recalling their lives.

But now the Spring Festival seems to be less and less flavorful.

A man can only say sorry to his family helplessly because of the sudden overtime, and his head will be low from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, and from the end of the year to the beginning of the year.

Women will also get angry at their children who have worked hard enough because of men's overtime, and the elderly will also look at the family members who have worked so hard for life that they can't even reunite during the Spring Festival, calculating how many years they have to live.

These days, people are becoming less and less human.

Especially men, he will pay more than others because of his age and the rapid development of the times.

He will also force himself to take every step for the sake of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the family behind him, knowing that there is an abyss ahead of him that cannot be turned back.

Because, men are difficult, and there is no way out.

……

After the death of Lao Yang Tou, Yang Zheng basically did not have a good Spring Festival, although he also had many relatives. But he worked overtime every year.

Although he didn't work overtime this year, he didn't have anywhere to go.

Huanhuan had returned to her hometown the day before yesterday, and she said that she would bring back the food of their hometown to Yang Zheng.

The chess nerd also returned home, saying that she would give him a salary increase next year.

In a familiar convenience store, the man who has always known each other for many years and doesn't know each other's names, and I don't know how he's doing now for his dreams.

When the sky was dark, Yang Zheng came to the park again.

He looked at the rare empty chess pavilion, and he took out the chess pieces from the book behind him, and stacked them one by one.

Chess is sometimes like that, he will accompany him when he is most lonely.

He will also remind him when he is most helpless that life is actually a game of chess that does not know the outcome until the last moment.

As long as you keep holding the grip and keep moving forward, then the ending will be in your own hands.

The old man packed his luggage and walked with the orange cat, and in the dim light, he saw Yang Zheng playing alone with him in the chess pavilion, and he smiled and walked into the distance.

……

Heaven and earth were completely blackened.

The light shone obliquely, just on Yang Zheng's face.

He looked at this chess game with no ending, smiled helplessly, and was about to pack up the chess game and go home.

He was surprised to find that there was a person standing next to him all along.

He became a little overwhelmed, because he had just been amusing himself by simulating his own chess move with the nameless old man.

Although he won the nameless old man in blind chess, he had a feeling that if he played face to face with the old man, he should not be able to hold out for fifteen moves.

"Your master is Lao Zhou?" The person standing on the side was obviously a little old, although his gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses looked very delicate, and he could even be said to be weak, but his eyes were full of divine light and unstoppable.

Obviously, this old man should be an old man who has experienced a lot.

"Old Zhou?"

"Well, it's just that tall, thin old man who usually speaks with a thick southern accent." Although the other party looks like a sword-like temperament, it can be seen from his suddenly soft eyes and the excited demeanor of mentioning Lao Zhou that he should be regarded as an old acquaintance with Lao Zhou in his mouth.

Yang Zheng carefully compared the simple image in the old man's mouth, then nodded and shook his head.

"I... I shouldn't count. ”

"You don't count? Lao Zhou has even handed over the pile steps to you! The old man was obviously very excited, he pointed to the chessboard opposite Yang Zheng, and muttered again: "All kinds of wonderful methods are described in detail, and the purpose is to know the trick." ”

……

Yang Zheng was a little confused, not only did he not understand what the steps in the old man's mouth were, but he didn't even understand the words that sounded mysterious.

But this does not prevent this old man from knowing the old man who taught him chess skills, and at the same time, because of the appearance of this old man, Yang Zheng is also full of curiosity about Lao Zhou's past.

"I really didn't expect that Lao Zhou would actually accept apprentices."

"Back then, how many chess masters who were known as young geniuses wanted to worship Lao Zhou as a teacher, but they were all rejected by Lao Zhou on the grounds of lack of qualifications."

"I also wonder if Lao Zhou's chess skills will be lost. Unexpectedly, Lao Zhou actually opened up, actually... Take the initiative to accept apprentices. ”

The old man was very excited, and his eyes seemed to be red and swollen from the excitement.

He looked at Yang Zheng, who looked surprised, and said excitedly: "Come and let me see how much you have learned from Lao Zhou." ”

After that, the old man sat opposite Yang Zheng, and the chessboard was set up between a few hands, and his eyes were full of anticipation when he looked at Yang Zheng.

It was the first time Yang Zheng had met an old man who was more familiar than Uncle Li, and he stared at the chessboard, wanting to refuse.

But his hand unconsciously held the chess piece.

A vaulting horse habitually falls on the chessboard.

"Sure enough, it's Lao Zhou's apprentice." The old man looked at the vaulting horse that was familiar to him, and he jumped on the horse.

But after ten hands, the old man frowned again.

As for the reason, it is that the chess strength of the man opposite is a bit miserable for him.

He couldn't help but wonder if the other side was Lao Zhou's apprentice.

Ten hands again, the old man seemed to be on Yang Zheng's army easily, and at this moment, he sighed, feeling in his heart that he was not Lao Zhou's apprentice.

"How old are you?" The old man didn't look up, he seemed to be still lamenting something.

"Twenty-nine." Yang Zheng looked at the miserable chess game on the chessboard, and the chess pieces in his hand did not fall for a long time.

"It seems that you are really not Lao Zhou's apprentice." The old man's tone instantly became a lot colder, and his eyes returned to the calm appearance they had just had.

"Hmm." Yang Zheng's reply was very bland.

He originally said that he was not Lao Zhou's apprentice, and he also felt that his chess strength was far from Lao Zhou's from the beginning.

However, Yang Zheng looked at this game of chess, but felt that he couldn't lose, and he shouldn't lose.

"It's a pity that Lao Zhou's superb chess skills will have no successor." The old man looked indifferently at the young man's "dying struggle", and the horse in his hand followed, as if he was tired of the chessboard that should have been interesting in his eyes.

At most two hands, he was probably going to checkmate the young man opposite.

Especially the young man opposite, when he ignored the most threatening horse on his side, the disappointment on the corner of his mouth overflowed.

But as the young man picked up the seemingly useless taxi on his side, it slowly fell.

His eyes seemed to grow brighter again.

"Yo, there's still this trick."

The old man looked at the inconspicuous taxi, holding back his horse's legs, and he subconsciously took a step back.

At this time, Yang Zheng's horse also followed closely behind.

This time, it seems to be Yang Zheng's turn to say the word general.