Yang Zheng looked at Xixi, who seemed to have regained hope, and the corners of his mouth and eyes were smiling.

He was a little glad that he could say something reasonable.

is also glad that he can let the confused child in front of him find the lost hope.

He suddenly remembered his family, and while he was glad, he was more grateful.

Yang Zheng's family is actually very ordinary, his mother is a junior high school teacher, and his father was a steelworker, and after being laid off, he did a lot of ordinary and ordinary jobs in order to support his family.

He probably inherited conscience and wisdom from his mother, who died young, and also learned perseverance and silence from his ordinary and ordinary father.

He used to be a very silent person, before he met Huanhuan, he could even not speak for a day, or he could even immerse himself in his own world and endure everything alone in the face of darkness and loneliness.

If it weren't for meeting Huanhuan and meeting those ordinary and special passers-by in life.

He will probably be like Xixi just now, losing hope.

He was lost because he couldn't see the way forward, and he was thinking about what his future would be.

He was also full of wonders if he was a failure in his life.

Until he met Huanhuan, a loser who may have been abandoned by the world since birth, his hands seemed to be filled with an indescribable power, which prompted him to want to change and reverse his life.

How do you turn your life around? At nearly thirty years old, he can't seem to keep up with this era.

After all, his thinking is traditional, his eyes are realistic, and his heart has a conscience.

The conscience that was a little superfluous in the present world reminded him of his mother who died young.

His mother wanted him to be a writer, but what was a writer? His mother said that a writer's pen is righteous and has a ruler in his heart. They dare to swim against the current, and they also have the courage not to cater to the times. But now, how many writers dare to swim against the tide and not cater to the times?

How many writers dare to innovate and try to write about writers who others think will affect their income?

Old Yang Tou, who knows all this better than anyone else, did not let Yang Zheng become a writer after his wife died, probably because he was afraid that he would be the same as himself, and he would be depressed and pitiful all his life.

He also only taught Yang Zheng chess.

On that small chessboard, there are thirty-two chess pieces, which may also represent his longing for his deceased wife.

After all, Lao Yang Tou's first lesson was to teach Yang Zheng not to regret chess, and never to regret every step he took.

This course is boring and boring.

But it was this course that made Yang Zheng get acquainted with Uncle Li in the park because he never regretted chess, and also let him see the ups and downs of Uncle Li's life.

Uncle Li is very enthusiastic and also very realistic.

He introduced Yang Zheng to work, but never taught him to play chess.

This is probably because in his eyes, a 29-year-old amateur male chess player, no matter how good he is, is far less than the 30-year-old professional female chess player who is in her youth.

Probably what Uncle Li never expected was that the chess he chose not only did not become an assistant to the handsome taxi, but instead made Yang Zheng, a chess piece that should have been a "scholar", become the murderous nobody on the other side of the Chu River.

Yang Zheng now recalls the first time he saw a chess nerd, and he felt that the chess nerd should be the most in line with the image of the handsome and general in the minds of the ancients.

Because she is calm, does not give up, and her chess skills are so strong that he feels hopeless.

But he, a nobody, has no way out?

He probably learned from the chess nerd again that he was not chaotic in the face of danger.

Just because of this imminent danger, he saw Lao Zhou's forever hot cannonball, and he didn't know if he was Lao Zhou's disciple, but he learned to kill decisively.

If there are only parents, Uncle Li, chess nerd, Lao Zhou.

He can probably only get together the taxis, ministers, handsome, and cannons on the chessboard.

The appearance of Wang Buregret is as ordinary as an old horse, and his appearance is more like an old horse.

He was born plainly, but died very chic.

He was so chic that Yang Zheng discovered that there were actually different kinds of chess pieces around him.

If he is a pawn, then naturally there are people who are carriers.

The most lethal car is probably Lao Zhang.

Although Lao Zhang's chess skills are not high, his life seems to be dull and boring.

But Lao Zhang is definitely a portrayal of most ordinary Chinese people.

He is ordinary, ordinary, sometimes cowardly, sometimes strong, he can endure hardships and never complain, and more importantly, he does not expect much.

He's bland, but he's not bland.

Because most of the chess in his life is the first shot!

A man who has played thousands of rounds as a headshot.

How could he be ordinary?

A man who has been running for his family for most of his life, and who has endured hardships for most of his life, can still play chess with a smile and a smile, how can he not have the momentum of a car?

A man who yearns for beauty, is willing to write poetry, and has the purest fantasies, how can he not have the courage to go on a rampage without hesitation?

However, although there are all the chariots, horses, artillerymen, and generals on the chessboard.

He was only one chessboard away.

And what is this chessboard?

Is it life? Is it life? Or is it this living world?

Yang Zheng looked at Xixi who said goodbye to him happily.

He stood up and walked into the chess room.

He thought that the chessboard might be these hopeful, sunny children.

After all, people grow old and pass away.

The chess meeting will end, and the ending will only be against the opponent's army.

But the chessboard can go through every spring, summer, autumn and winter without saying a word.

There seems to be no such thing as a truly eternal thing in this world.

But this world has a streamer that is more brilliant than eternity.

That streamer is hope.

Yang Zheng gently pushed open the door of the classroom and watched Wang Qi passionately use her unique teaching method to teach children how to general.

He poked his head out again and looked at the classroom next to the chess nerd, and he saw that the chess nerd also used her unique teaching method to teach children how to read chess.

He couldn't help but smile and opened the notebook he was carrying.

The pages were full of chess games, as well as his perceptions and improvements after playing each game.

This first page was his first game of chess with his father.

The bookmark was the first time he won Uncle Li's game of chess.

The folded memory mark is the game he lost to the nerd.

He drew another chess piece.

This game of chess is his own.

However, on the chessboard, there seems to be no traditional chess pieces.

On the chessboard, there are just sincere smiling faces.

I don't know how this game will end in the end.

But no matter if you win or lose, you will always win.

It's still all smiling faces.