Everyone's life is like a game of chess.

But many people come to an end before they reach the end.

As a result, many people end up with just one game after another.

Endgame, naturally there will be people to follow.

Some of these people are the descendants of the son-bearers, but more of them are strangers they have never met.

Most of them rely on an interest, a love, and even a passion to complete the endgame left by their predecessors.

For this kind of person, everyone subconsciously calls them inheritors.

Yue Jianping likes chess and poetry, but he never dares to call himself an inheritor.

He only considered himself a nameless passer-by, and only an incompetent chess man and poet.

After all, compared to those with top talent, he is ordinary like an ant.

But ants, too, occasionally look up at the sky overhead.

The sky they saw was no smaller or darker than that of any animal.

The sky that the ants see is also a sunny sky, full of equality and hope!

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Chess, to hide.

This is what many professional chess players have been taught since childhood.

Because of the word hidden, it will make the opponent unguardable.

Poetry, too, should be hidden.

Throughout the ages, many famous poems and sentences that have been passed down for thousands of years and hundreds of years have been "hidden" with meaning.

But chess players and poets don't seem to need to hide.

They seem to be innocent by nature, especially in the face of this unknown world.

They know that they are mayflies, grass mustards, insignificant ordinary people.

But they have the pride of placing heaven and earth on mayflies, a drop in the ocean.

They know they may not be able to change anything, but they still have the courage to change and the courage to speak their minds.

Although there are famous chess players and poets who have been famous for centuries, they all hide their "love" and "strength" in poems and routines.

But most poets hide their state of mind in heaven and earth.

Li Tiandao is not a poet, nor is he an ordinary chess player, as the top chess player in the country.

From the bottom of his heart, he knew how foolish it was to hide his feelings in the heavens and the earth.

He also understands that the world is so big, although it is easy to hide, but how difficult it is to do.

He will only realistically hide his heart between the chess room and the Chu River and Han realm.

Because, he knows, hiding here is the only way out in front of him.

Although he knew how stupid the boy opposite was, it didn't prevent him from admiring the boy opposite.

After all, there are fewer and fewer chess players who do what they say and stick to their hearts in this world.

After experiencing setbacks, many chess players first learn not how to break through the barriers in front of them, but how to bow their heads.

Whether it's chess sports like chess and Go, or e-sports like games, there is a saying that if you can't beat it, join it.

But in fact, joining if you can't beat it will only make the routines and ideas fixed, and it will also make many mental exercises lose their original fun.

Especially now chess, Go, under the pressure of artificial intelligence, many top chess players have given up their original routines and chess ideas, to specialize in artificial intelligence routines, in the delusion that one day they can "learn from the skills to control the country".

This kind of thinking is even more stupid than the poet's attachment between heaven and earth.

Because, they forget, chess, the protagonist of Go is always a person, fighting with people and the sky can be endless, and fighting with cold machinery will only bring about self-destruction.

Although Li Tiandao also knew that he was stupid, he had to do it.

Because, although time is the criterion for judging whether one thing is right or wrong. But the reality is only looking at the present.

He took the lead in destroying the poetic and picturesque feelings that Yue Jianping had built with great difficulty.

In vain, he tried to end Yue Jianping's last "finishing touch" in this way.

But Yue Jianping seemed to have expected that Li Tiandao would have this kind of thought, and he flew back to defend every inch of the rivers and mountains, although it looked extremely difficult, even to the point of exchanging sons for sons.

But the time he bought was enough for him to finish his last poem.

Everyone looked at the situation on this side, most of them praised Li Tiandao's chess strength, and few people cared about Yue Jianping's persistence.

This is not to blame the judges and the audience, in this increasingly impetuous society, the world's judging criteria have also changed from the initial objective to the current one-sided success and defeat.

No one cares about second place, which is something that many people have heard since childhood. Even if the second place is good enough, and even the moral character is higher than the first place, few people are willing to remember the second place.

Of course, there are also people who will remember the second place.

That's number one.

"Is it worth it?" Li Tiandao looked coldly at the fewer and fewer red pieces on the chessboard, and he asked Yue Jianping.

"What's not worth it?" Yue Jianping asked Li Tiandao casually, and in his eyes, all that was revealed was childlike innocence.

He enjoyed writing poetry and playing chess.

Even if he knew that his end was to lose, he would take the last move with his heart and write the last poem.

Even if he knew that his poems and chess would become supporting roles in the memories of countless people today, he would finish writing them with his heart.

Time, for everyone, is fair.

Chess and poetry are also fair to everyone.

Whether it is good poetry or chess, their characteristics always have a beginning and an end.

Yue Jianping's tizi was like lifting a pen, and under the boundless attack of Black, he wrote his last poem vigorously.

Straightforward poems may not make too many people feel the beauty of poetry, but poems that are invested in emotions can easily make people feel the throbbing of the heart.

The same is true of chess, this seemingly unsuspenseful game of chess makes many people feel bored, but the same game of chess makes Li Tiandao on the opposite side feel that he has finally experienced the mysterious feeling of meeting an opponent in chess.

There was a rare silence for him.

After a long time he finally spoke, "I seem to understand your pleasure." Before, I couldn't figure out why some people insisted on playing chess every day since they were young, but now I understand that perseverance comes not only from their own interests and love, but also from a kind of determination. ”

"This kind of determination can be said to be change, it can be said to be resistance, and it can be said to be transcendence."

"Your persistence is actually to surpass yourself yesterday, right?"

Yue Jianping looked at his best friend's appearance, he didn't explain, but he couldn't help laughing.

"Now that you understand, why don't you play this game well?"

Li Tiandao also laughed when he heard this answer, and he slid his fingers on the chessboard, firm and persistent.

"General." As he finished his move, Yue Jianping's sonorous and powerful words rang in his ears.

This general, though not a dead general.

But this general is the ending of this poem and this game of chess, which has been persevering.