Wu's posture did not change tomorrow.

He sat across from the genius and didn't say a word.

There was a fallen leaf on his shoulder, his lips were chapped but blood-red, his eyes were tired but focused, and he stood out of place in this modern city like an inferior bronze statue carved by a country craftsman.

Wu Mingming's throat didn't move for a long time, and the loud, loud, spitting sound of chewing made his opponent feel the pressure of the sky cracking.

Wu Mingming, it seems that at this time, it has become an old bronze statue, and in the face of this increasingly incomprehensible world, it resists in its own way.

There were more and more people watching, and some well-wishers bought mineral water and handed it to Wu Mingming, but Wu Mingming seemed to be immersed in his own world, he didn't pick it up, he didn't look at it, and his eyes seemed to be full of the small chessboard in front of him.

The bursts of hunger, spittle, and the sound of insects that have not appeared for a long time around have inexplicably made this city a little more "secular".

On the other hand, looking at the opponent opposite, he looked at Wu Mingming, who was as stubborn as a bronze statue, staring indifferently at the chessboard, mechanically drinking the mineral water handed by the staff.

For the first time in the eyes of geniuses, there was an emotion called confusion.

Because, he really couldn't understand why the man on the other side insisted.

He drank the mineral water in his hand in a few sips, and he vigorously pinched the mineral water bottle into a cake shape, and the "sizzling sound" of plastic compression seemed to cover up the sound of insects, spittle, and hunger on the opposite side; The pleasant-sounding "click" made everyone focus all their attention on the board.

They watched Wu Ming carefully move a few small soldiers on the chessboard, and they also became a little confused.

They also couldn't understand why Wu Tomorrow didn't attack when he had all the advantages, but instead fiddled with a few inconsequential minions.

Wu Mingming's actions also gave a respite to the genius who had been under pressure on the other side, he broke free from his confusion, and there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

Those things were probably also the past of this genius, and when he first left the village, he did swear that he would come back in the future and let the villagers live a prosperous life.

But when he came to the big city, looking at the prosperity in his eyes, he suddenly felt deep despair.

He is a smart man, a smart man who can distinguish between reality and ideals, he looks at this high-rise building, looks at this traffic, looks at the prosperity he has never seen before, and he can only shrink his toes helplessly in the end.

What kind of cold mountain hope, what kind of chess boy selected by the TV station, what genius prodigy, in the face of this prosperity, it seems to have become worthless.

He clutched the bag in his arms tightly, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He was suddenly homesick, and he didn't want to play chess, let alone get ahead, because he was smart enough to know that the city in front of him would definitely swallow up what he once cherished the most.

Such as dreams, such as integrity, and such as hope.

He wanted to escape, but when he turned around, he looked at the passers-by who were pointing and laughing at him dressed as dirt buns, and he suddenly had a strong desire in his heart.

He looked down at the bag in his arms, and suddenly he felt as if he had nothing to lose.

Because, now he only has the things in his school bag.

He silently put down the school bag, he unzipped it, and the school bag was full of eggs.

This full of eggs, like hope, gave him another glimmer of hope in his eyes.

……

The genius actually deceived Wu Mingming.

Not only did he not lose the eggs in his hometown, but he also carefully brought them to the city.

He is actually the same as Wu Mingming, when he first came to this city, he had nothing but eggs.

But he is smarter than Wu Mingming, and he knows what he really wants by looking at his bag of eggs.

That bag of eggs from his hometown was generously distributed by him to those who laughed at him.

He didn't know what he was thinking at that time, was he angry? Or what?

But he also knows that without eggs, he will definitely be able to go further on the road of chess than he can go further on the road of chess with eggs as a way out.

A genius chess master, no luck, no chance, all of them are spelled out by him.

He, like Wu Mingming, did not comprehend the "Dao" of chess, but he had the killing intent and determination to surpass the "Dao".

After all, from the moment a genius throws away the egg, he doesn't need the so-called "Tao".

His computing power, energy, age, and playing style surpass many veteran chess masters.

Even if he is facing Wu Mingming, who has a huge advantage, like now, he can still maintain absolute calmness on the chessboard.

The cannon was his favorite chess piece before he left the village.

Cannon, just like every young man who has never seen the world will be full of ambition and expectation for the world and his own future.

Now, he has long since laid down his cannon and pinned all his hopes on a more nimble horse.

The nimble horse represents the sleekness after all kinds of experiences, as well as the edges and corners that have been worn away by reality, and it also represents the genius who has finally gained a foothold in this city and become a real urban person.

His horse, unlike other horses, can not only escape in Wu Mingming's encirclement and suppression, but also jump up at the most critical time, shocking everyone.

His horse is also a maverick war horse, and when everyone is expecting it to "stumble in front of the horse", the thousand-mile horse always kicks and crushes the obstacles in front of him at a tricky angle that everyone can't imagine.

He is also a horse, a thousand-mile horse hidden in the cold mountain, after going through endless tribulations, this horse finally climbed to the top of the mountain, looking down on all beings.

One step, two steps, three steps, Wu Ming looked at this aggressive Maxima, and his chapped lips finally moved.

"Value... Is it worth it? ”

This time, it was Wu Mingming's turn to ask the genius of the same village opposite.

But the genius of the same village said more firmly than Wu Mingming just now: "Of course it's worth it!" ”

He lowered his head, then raised his head again and said:

"Who says that good horses never eat back grass!"

Wu Mingming looked at the eyes opposite, his eyes gradually added a trace of complex emotions, he gently moved the soldiers on the chessboard next to the horse that the genius had been relying on, he said thoughtfully: "Yes, good horses do not eat back grass, but... But the old horse knows the way! ”

With Wu Mingming's hand, the horse that had been active on the chessboard was held back by the nobody who ignored everyone.

Genius looked at this hand, he could only retreat, but he was unwilling to retreat.

It's like he's always been reluctant to admit that he hasn't forgotten his hometown.

"I really want to eat it once... The eggs sent by the villagers..."