Pengfei is very knowledgeable.

Although he was very young, the way he spoke and his attitude towards everything made Yang Zheng feel very comfortable.

Time is probably one of the most valuable treasures of every person.

Although the horizon can be broadened through experience and experience, the years can make people's horizons more precipitated.

Peng Fei is missing the precipitation of this half of the years, so his words are ideal, naïve, and unrealistic in the eyes of many people.

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Zheng was actually full of longing and hope for the future that he couldn't see clearly, just like him.

Obviously, he is almost ten years older than himself, but why does he still have the original intention of a teenager?

Peng Fei was thinking, and Yang Zheng said again.

The ghost hand on the side was old, but he pursed the corners of his mouth unnaturally.

He hates people saying ideals, and he also hates others saying those unrealistic things in front of him.

He squinted, looking at Peng Fei, who was known as the first young man, the corners of his eyes followed the corners of his mouth, first skimming and then pinching, and finally returned to his original mean oblique triangle.

He was probably thinking, no wonder he had always felt that Peng Fei was not as good as a chess nerd, maybe it was because of this damn innocence.

In Zhang Lao's eyes, innocence is a superfluous emotion for chess players. In his eyes, a chess player should be like a cold machine, abandoning all emotions and calmly playing every game of chess.

But Zhang Lao seems to have forgotten that if everyone is as calm as a machine, will playing chess become a battle between machines and machines, technology and technology?

If that's the case in the future, then the people who play chess...

Is it a chess player or an engineer designing software?

If this is the case, then what is there that cannot be replaced?

……

"We have time to play chess together." Yang Zheng said goodbye to Pengfei, and he walked to the position of "famous guide" specially reserved for him by the organizer.

Behind him, with his photo pasted, and in front of him is his profile.

Compared with the full and dazzling personal profiles posted in front of Zhang Lao and Peng Fei.

The personal profile in front of Yang Zheng is only a few lines.

The famous fighter against counterfeiting, he doesn't know if it's true or not, the title of the special teacher of the Huajia Chess Club, and the boast of being able to play with professional chess players.

All made Yang Zheng feel that these few simple lines of introduction, like the words carved on the tombstone, not only beautify his experience, but also summarize his ordinary past.

People, the most important thing is to be a confidant.

This confidant is not a confidant of a friend, but a confidant who recognizes himself.

Yang Zheng knows very well how many catties and taels he has, and he also understands that the organizer probably racked his brains to think of such three titles to beautify himself.

He secretly changed his profile in a different direction, he leaned back in his chair leisurely, and he looked mischievously at the old men and ladies who said they were full of interest in professional chess, but in fact they were just itchy for a while.

He suddenly wondered, today, decades later, will he be like them, bursting with people's stubbornness and unwillingness in the face of knowing that the short life is short?

……

The organizers were probably very dissatisfied that there were too many elderly people at the scene.

They deliberately turned the air conditioning very low. Although April is already considered summer. But the weather was still quite cool. Young people will ignore the temperature of the air conditioner because of the hot heart and hot blood.

But the old men won't, their years have long since pressed everything hot on them. At the temperature that is not suitable for them, their blood and hearts seem to have returned to their youth.

Although many people looked at the old people who insisted on holding the temperature of the air conditioner one by one, they scoffed. I think they just can't afford to pay for the tickets.

But if you look closely, even if these old people are facing a temperature that is not suitable for them, their hands are still firm.

The sound of the falling son is also loud.

They never seem to be able to learn to give in, and they seem to have used their intransigence in exchange for a bright future for the motherland.

Compared with the patience of the elderly, the parents and children of the chess exhibition seemed to be impatient, and they ran and crowded towards the chess training classes that were advertised either real or false.

What are they doing...

Obviously, the old man is patient, and he is patient.

Are they enjoying this peaceful and prosperous world, or are they thinking about how to continue the peaceful and prosperous era that belongs only to them?

That's probably what they know, right?

……

Yang Zheng's famous guidance is so deserted.

Compared with the ghost hand Zhang Lao and Peng Fei's doors, Yang Zheng, who turned the brand, sat in front of him with elderly people.

He is in this position because these old people look lifeless. But Yang Zheng didn't care, he was going through a formality, and he didn't care that the organizer would embarrass him.

It's just that he looked at the old people who felt uncomfortable because they didn't adapt to the temperature of the air conditioner, and he still took the initiative to stand up.

He searched for a long time, but they didn't seem to want to talk to him. He also found the little fat man who was connected to him at the beginning, and asked him to turn up the air conditioner a little higher. But the little fat man shook his hand to show that he was helpless.

In the end, he could only go to the water dispenser on the side, fetch a few cups of hot water and give them to those stubborn old people.

The old people took the hot water, they looked at Yang Zheng with a smile on his face, and only regarded Yang Zheng as an ordinary worker.

While pulling Yang Zheng to complain that the exhibition hall was too cold, they also pulled Yang Zheng to play chess, saying that they would teach Yang Zheng a few moves.

Yang Zheng agreed with a smile, he led the old people back to the famous guidance office where he was, he patiently set up the chessboard, and fought on the chessboard with the old people while laughing.

Compared with Yang Zheng's leisurely self-satisfaction.

Peng Fei and Zhang Lao are much busier.

Countless parents with and without money have unconsciously taken out 100 yuan bills and asked them to point and evaluate their children's chess talents on the chessboard.

The ghost hand Zhang Lao seems to have thrown off his pride as a "famous family" at this moment, and he, no matter how good or bad the child is playing chess, is praising the parents who are willing to spend money for their children.

In his mouth, it seems that these children can become pillars of the country and professional chess players in the future. In his mouth, it also seems that their parents have a vision.

In his mouth, his ghost hands seem to have turned into ghost mouths.

Said those hypocritical words.

Beside him, Peng Fei seemed to be infected, saying words that were not his original meaning at all.

As he lowered his head and looked at the children who didn't even understand the rules of chess, he suddenly felt that the ideals and fantasies he had just told Yang Zheng were like soap bubbles, which would burst when he poked them.

When he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of Yang Zheng in the corner, smiling from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes were full of yearning.