Aji's wish made Yang Zheng not know what to say. He looked at the simple young man, and also looked at the chess game he handed over.

He clenched his fists again.

It seems that in the past six months, I have been inadvertently changed by this world.

The change made him feel strange to himself, obviously this change gave him a stable job, a stable income, and even took him to only play dozens of games, and also squeezed into the circle of professional chess players that countless chess lovers dream of, and even he has seen many top chess players who once made him feel high and only heard his name but never saw him.

He is like a poor man who used to have only a few dollars in his pocket and always liked to be careful, and when he was the most desperate and hopeless in his life, he was overwhelmed to learn that an overseas relative he had not contacted for a long time had suddenly died, leaving him with a million-dollar inheritance.

His life seems to be joyful and full of hope because of this huge wealth, but at the same time, because of this wealth that did not belong to him, he also inadvertently lost his faith and purpose.

People should have faith, because faith is power for all people.

People will be confused, they will be miserable, and they will lose their direction.

Especially in this world that is always changing, people will constantly lose their ideals and beliefs because of the noise in the dark.

But people, too, will be more because of the noise in the darkness, desperately looking for light.

"Is your way to chess to be a chess teacher?" Yang Zheng asked Aji in a hoarse voice.

"Yes. My dream is to be a chess teacher and bring hope to those children who are confused. Aji showed his big white teeth, and what he said was categorical and sonorous.

He looked at this man whose chess strength made him feel amazing, and he asked with a slight smile, "Then what is your ideal?" Is it to become a chess grandmaster? Or do you want to become one of those one-in-a-million chess grandmasters? ”

In the eyes of the innocent Aji, the man in front of him, who he had never won, was enough to have the strength to become a chess master, and even to become a chess grandmaster who stood at the apex of all chess players. But the innocent Aggie didn't expect that this man not only could not become a chess master, but he also passed the age of becoming a professional chess player.

"My ideal? So be it... When you get off work, we will play a game of chess, and if you win, I will tell you my ideals. Yang Zheng looked at this simple guy, he pointed to the park on the side, and said with a smile.

"You know... I can't win against you. When Aji just wanted to shirk it, he found that Yang Zheng had already left the convenience store and walked to the park on the side, still holding the chess game he hadn't finished reading.

Aggie nodded with a wry smile, he also looked at the slowly crowded street, and decided to try it himself later.

He started working as hard as he always did, but unlike usual, Aggie was working exceptionally hard today.

Because, too, he wants to know the answer to the ideal of the mysterious man in the park.

……

Yang Zheng sat at the chess table, and the chessboard without chess pieces in front of him was composed of nine straight lines and ten horizontal lines. There are a total of 90 intersections on the chessboard, and each intersection seems to have a unique meaning in his eyes.

He put his finger on the intersection of the Zhonggong cannon, and kept calculating the changes in the game against the ancient man named Tang Chang in the book.

After more than a dozen hands, Yang Zheng was no longer confused in his eyes, because he was intoxicated by the exquisite game of the ancients.

Although he knew that this ancient chess player named Tang Chang was the first loser to lose when the chess immortal debuted. But in the world of chess, there is never a loser.

Because, in the world of chess, every exquisite game is also completed by two people.

Just as there is red and black on the chessboard, there are also two players outside the chessboard who are willing to gamble all their fame and wisdom.

Although these two players will fight each other on the chessboard, come up with a clever move to checkmate each other. But outside the chessboard, the two of them are at most one sentence high.

Yang Zheng seems to have understood what chess is at this time, and understood what Wang Buregret has been worried about.

He really wanted that at this time, the irritable desire in his heart gradually calmed down.

He was immersed in the wonderful world of chess, and his fingers seemed to turn into chess pieces at this moment, moving on the bare chessboard.

He wanted to praise these two chess players, after all, they brought this wonderful game that he couldn't play, but he couldn't say too gorgeous words of praise, because at this moment, the most gorgeous words in the world could not describe this chess that gambled on dignity and was full of killer moves.

He lifted his head, trying to move his neck, only to find that he was surrounded by curious children.

It's the weekend, and the early kids in the park are frolicking, playing games that never get tired of them, and looking at a world that is strange to them with their eyes full of curiosity about everything.

They had been staring at Yang Zheng for a long time.

They won't be like adults, pointing fingers at Yang Zheng's obsessive behavior.

They will only feel that Yang Zheng is playing a fun game like them.

"What are you playing?" An older kid plucked up the courage to ask.

"I'm playing chess." For the first time, Yang Zheng didn't feel a little ashamed of his different behavior from others, but replied with some pride.

"But there are no chess pieces on the chessboard, how did you play?" They watched Yang Zheng respond to themselves, and they also had courage.

"In my heart." Yang Zheng said with a smile.

"You're lying." The bold boy grinned and said, "I don't believe it, unless you do it again." ”

"Okay." Yang Zheng once again regarded his fingers as chess pieces, slowly slashing across these ninety intersections, and muttering chess terms such as cannon two and five in his mouth.

In the eyes of this group of children, this invisible chess piece seems to have gradually taken on a shadow in the mouth of this adult.

The big children slowly had a little more admiration in their eyes.

"Teach me, I'm going to play too!" The eldest child who was the first to speak said in surprise.

"Okay, I'll teach you." As soon as Yang Zheng's words fell, he saw Aji who came over with chess pieces, and he looked at Aji and looked at himself at a loss for being surrounded by this group of children.

He yelled at Aggie to come over.

Aggie walked over slowly, and his eyes seemed to be a little more nervous and uneasy. But after being nervous and uneasy, Yang Zheng saw that Aji also had a trace of expectation in his eyes.

"My chess is actually taught by this big brother, if you want to learn chess, you can also let this big brother teach you." Yang Zheng took the chess pieces in Aji's hand, put them on one by one, and said in passing: "This big brother, his dream is to teach you children to play chess." ”