"We were the culprits who ruined the chess of that era?" Wang Yifan muttered this sentence.

His eyes were losing their brilliance.

He seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of the game that he looked at the outcome he had predicted.

He also looked at the news media in the audience.

What artificial intelligence, what chess culture, what chess inheritance and future?

All this accompanied the little fat man standing up proudly, and the smile that admitted his defeat turned into a cloud of smoke.

"Indeed... It was we who ruined the chess boom! ”

……

Sticking to your heart is easier said than done.

After all, as long as people live, they will always care about other people's eyes and other people's thoughts, intentionally or unintentionally.

Especially in this era of the Internet, people are becoming more and more swayed by "others".

Many times, people know that what they do next is wrong, but they have to make mistakes again and again for the sake of other people's eyes.

Because, if they choose what they insist on in their hearts, they will be more or less labeled as "low emotional intelligence" and "fools".

In order to fit in, in order to become ordinary normal people in the eyes of others, most of them can only be forced to "make mistakes on top of mistakes".

Perhaps, it is only at the end of life that people will realize that sometimes they don't have to care about other people's eyes, other people's thoughts, and how beautiful life should be.

……

"I lost." The little fat man calmly accepted his failure and accepted that his skills were not as good as others.

He has no complaints, no regrets.

He thought of his best friend, Mr. Ma's little nephew, who was probably the same as himself, facing this point of no return in chess, calmly accepting his powerlessness.

He also planned that after the game, he would definitely go and play chess with this friend.

Because, he still wants to continue to compete with him in the professional arena.

He walked off the stage and faced the self-media who were holding mobile phones and cameras ready to record their failures.

He waved his hand in a dashing manner, leaving a second line that I will come back again.

Then he stepped into the abyss behind the stage.

He will indeed come back, because he knows that off the board he lost.

But on the road of life, he has just begun.

He walked step by step, with a powerful and easy step.

He saw his own uncle Wang Yifan, and he didn't run away like a loser.

Instead, he said calmly: "I'm sorry, I lost." ”

Wang Yifan looked at such a calm little fat man, and he suddenly smiled.

Because even a half-grown child can run away and accept his own failures, why can't he accept his failures the way he does?

"It's okay, let's continue to work hard in the chess academy!" Wang Yifan rarely stretched out his big hand and rubbed the little fat man's head, and he finally accepted his defeat.

"No need, I'm going to continue learning chess in the Huajia Chess Club." Although the little fat man was surprised that Wang Yifan was extraordinarily big, this sudden gentleness.

But he insisted on refusing the road that Wang Yifan gave him.

"Why? Isn't it your dream to enter the chess academy? Wang Yifan was very curious and said: "You also know the resources of the chess academy, as long as you go in to study for a few years, you will definitely be a first-class chess player." ”

"But I want to start from scratch and learn about chess again." The little fat man said so stubbornly for the first time.

"Reacquainted with chess?" Wang Yifan was stunned.

"Yes, I want to re-understand chess, every piece in chess, and every allusion in chess. Get to know different opponents and re-understand yourself. The little fat man paused and said, "Actually, uncle, I didn't realize until just now that what I liked since I was a child was not the defined victory or defeat in chess, but the things I liked in chess itself. ”

"Something in itself?"

"It's like a pawn that never retreats, a cannon that moves forward bravely, a car that goes straight and straight, and will strategize."

"These things can be said to be the spirit of chess, or they can be said to be the essence of chess, these things are the love that I have been fascinated by chess since I was a child."

"No matter how powerful you fight against artificial intelligence, you can never get something in exchange!"

……

It's raining.

Yang Zheng walked out of the venue, he stretched out his hand to feel the coldness and ruthlessness of the raindrops.

It was also much more difficult on his face, a little melancholy.

He didn't know if he had become the most hated person in the eyes of many people, and he didn't know if what he said to Wang Yifan was too ignorant.

But he knew that he had probably saved a confused teenager.

The future of chess has never been in the hands of middle-aged people like him, nor in the hands of elderly people who only know how to shout for reform and then throw the finger at artificial intelligence.

The future of chess is always in the hands of young people.

As long as there is even a young person who loves chess, then chess will definitely have a future.

Although Yang Zheng also began to feel melancholy, he did not regret what he said today.

for the time was, yes, ruined by their own hands.

The advent of artificial intelligence only changed the landscape of chess in that era, but the growing number of competitive professional chess players ruined the value of chess itself.

Victory or defeat does matter.

But compared to winning or losing, there is something that no other chess game has.

That's inclusivity.

Chess doesn't look at birth, talent, or who the person holding the piece is.

It's always just a smile on the face of every child holder in the streets and alleys.

Xiangqi is the most widely used chess game in China, and it is also used by countless adults and children when they are enlightened.

It was born out of the ordinary, and it was never noble.

He's like sustaining a lot of ordinary people in this world.

Although it may not seem important, it has always tried to support and maintain this complex and vast world with its own value.

Chess will never be destroyed in the hands of any artificial intelligence, and it will never be destroyed in anyone's hands.

Because, chess is chess.

He is ordinary, and everyone can play chess with qualifications.

Thinking of the higher and higher threshold of the professional chess world, then thinking of countless professional chess players constantly creating new rules for chess, making him as complex as Go shogi, and finally thinking of the current situation that many professional chess players look down on amateur chess players and their peers.

Yang Zheng sighed and was a little confused.

But he soon stopped being confused, because he saw the little fat man walking out of the venue.

This little fat man, who is always proud and always lonely, now has a smile on his face.

After all, there are good friends by his side who cheer him on today.

After all, in his heart, there is still his favorite chess!