Wang Qi lost completely, and he lost willingly.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to describe the winner willingly.

But at the moment when Yang Zheng finally fell, Wang Qi finally began to think about what she wanted in the past 30 years.

Is it money? Is it identity? Or honor? Or is it the intoxicating compliment on the Internet?

She would love to play a third game against Yang Zheng.

But when her fingers touched the chess pieces, she suddenly realized that the chess, which seemed to be her "only", would actually "dodge" her fingertips.

She looked at the chess game she had known since she was three years old, and she seemed to feel that she had never played a good game of chess in the past thirty years.

The most beautiful flower in spring is the plum blossom.

So where is your own spring?

……

Yang Zheng felt that he was starting to become nosy.

It was supposed to be a problem that could have been solved by just a refusal. It took him two full games of chess to tell Wang Qi what she lacked.

As he walked down the street, he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

Maybe it's because he's getting older now, and he's becoming more and more like to talk big things.

But he has no regrets, no remorse.

Because twenty-nine years old is probably the most perfect age in life.

After all, he was thirty steps forward.

He took a step back and was twenty years old, full of hope and faith.

Twenty is not confused? Perhaps for Yang Zheng, it is impossible to be unconfused at the age of 20, because he is an era when young people can be naïve and can run desperately for ideals and yearnings.

He wanted to do what he wanted to do at the age of twenty-nine, when he still had passion, ideals, justice, and hope.

He also knows that he is insignificant.

However, the light of fireflies can also illuminate the confused front like the sun, and the light of fireflies can still allow lost people to find their way.

……

What do people live for?

Is it for money? Or is it for someone else?

Some people say that people live for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea.

It is also said that people live for the sake of their family and for the sake of life.

But few people say that people live for themselves.

If someone says that a person lives for himself, then he must be a selfish person, and maybe he will be an immoral layman.

However, people live for themselves.

He will endure humiliation because of his family, and he will also give up his ideals for the sake of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

But people are human beings.

He also needs to live for himself once.

He also needs ideals more.

When a person loses his ideals and lives for others or in the eyes of others all his life, is he still a human being?

He shouldn't be human.

Wang Qi remembered the past thirty years, she walked in the cold wind, and for the first time felt that spring was actually colder than winter.

……

Yang Zheng seemed to have forgotten yesterday's victory and defeat the next day, he was still doing his job and living according to his own heart.

Every time he is in class, he sits in the last row of the classroom to maintain class order, and he is still the same as usual, listening to the lessons of chess nerds, Wang Qi and Wang Fugui, and carefully studying everything he is interested in.

His seriousness and eagerness to learn have also deeply infected those children who have not been deeply involved in the world.

They are just a blank sheet of paper, and they would have dyed them with colorful colors because of the different environments around them. In the end, they will also know that the world is different for everyone because of these colorful colors.

Their world, probably like Yang Zheng, will always maintain hope.

Although they also live for "others". But at this moment, they were infected by Yang Zheng's hard work, and they lived for themselves completely.

……

"Your chess skills are so high, why do you still take notes from my class." After class, Wang Qi couldn't help but ask Yang Zheng, who won her two in a row yesterday.

Yang Zheng looked at Wang Qi, and he smiled.

"Because, my first step is far less solid than yours."

"It's also because chess is a sport that has no end to learning."

What Yang Zheng said was very natural and reasonable.

He also seemed to be in his own words, with the enthusiasm that Wang Qi had long lost.

He seems to be more like a professional chess player than Wang Qi at this time.

"It's a pity that you're twenty-nine yourself... If you are twenty-five or six, maybe there will be a place for you in the chess world. ”

"What's wrong with Twenty-Nine?" Yang Zheng seems to have forgotten the rules in the chess world.

He closed his notebook and said seriously: "Isn't it true that if you are not a professional chess player, you are not allowed to play chess?" ”

"Or can the word career really mean everything?"

"When your passion goes beyond your career, beyond winning or losing, every time you get started, it's actually a kind of fun."

"A joy to live for yourself."

"Fun?" Wang Qi pondered these two words, and she clenched her fists for some reason.

It seems that she has not experienced the fun of playing chess for a long time, and she has not experienced the fun of challenge for a long time.

What was the fun of the last time you played chess?

She couldn't remember it anymore, but she remembered the tears of regret that she shed when she didn't get promoted to chess grandmaster for the first time.

When did she become numb?

What about starting to ignore the winners and losers who have no interests?

Is it true that when hobbies become careers, people lose the fun they should have?

"I know an old man who is highly respected and very good at chess."

"His life is wonderful and full of waves, and he has also tried to imagine that he should have no regrets in this life as his name, but real life tells him that as long as people live, it is impossible to live without regrets for a lifetime."

"He is also slowly getting used to regretting, getting used to doing things that make him regret a lot for the sake of his family, for life, and for those familiar and unfamiliar chess players."

"He doesn't seem to learn to be happy because he's always thinking too much."

"He will also complain, complaining about why the young chess players he knows who have been playing chess since childhood for twenty or thirty years are not as good as the Internet celebrities who pose for dozens of seconds of chess videos, and they can win more flowers and money."

He would also complain, complaining that he was not capable enough to bring more beauty to the chess he loved. He also began to value the outcome of the chessboard, began to become cowardly, and began to fear that his only passion, chess, would be defeated by humans and artificial intelligence. ”

"But in the end, he let it go."

"Because, he thinks, the so-called victory and defeat should not be on the chessboard, but outside the chessboard."

He also feels that time will tell the real answer for everyone.

"In his last game, he probably fell to the head. He has always been a hard-nosed chess player who has refined "The Secret of the Orange". It was life that made him learn to be afraid, and it also made him keep regretting and regretting chess. ”

"However, even if you regret it, even if you regret it, the ending of a person will not change because of your regret and hesitation."

"Because a man is a man."

"People should do what they want to do, and they should not hesitate to do it once."

"Even if you know that the ending can't be changed. However, the head cannon is the head gun. ”

"Hundreds of years ago, he was called the first cannon."

"Hundreds of years later, he will still be the first cannon."

"That's the charm and fun of chess. He will hesitate, he will linger, he will regret. ”

"But in the end, their end will always be the word general."

"You... Learned the general? ”

"Go to the army of life, go to see the army of life!"