Everyone has their own story.

But everyone may not have the outcome they want.

Wu Dongxi lost to the chess player named Yang Zheng on the opposite side again, and the memories that belonged to the old leader in his memory also came to an abrupt end.

The chess player on the other side called Yang Zheng is probably the most difficult opponent he has ever met since he became a chess player, he doesn't know what the other side says about him, but he doesn't care what others say.

Sixteen years ago, he cared so much about what others said he missed out on the good times he deserved in college.

He understands that only when a person does not care about the evaluation of others can he live his true self.

He really wanted to play one last game of chess with Yang Zheng, but looking at the thick night, he finally chose to give up.

He is a person who does not like to trouble others, and he is also a person who always treats others well, but often the more kind people treat others, the more they will owe themselves.

Today is the end of the month, and he could have taken advantage of the night to visit the 24-hour self-service hot pot restaurant that he must go to every month at midnight, but he gave up his habit because of melancholy.

It was a long night.

He thought a lot, thinking about whether his life was wasted, whether he didn't have dreams, thinking about whether he was forty or fifty years old, and whether he was still doing cleaning work as now.

It's ridiculous to think about it, he thought about it all night, but he didn't think about chess at all.

Obviously I was sad because I lost chess, but in the end I was sad about my life.

When the sky was hazy, he got up from the bed and looked at the milky white sun outside the window, and he actually cheered up.

He started his morning jog for the first time.

Since graduating from college, he rarely runs in the morning, and he doesn't run anymore.

Although the pace of this world is fast, as long as you wake up early and make good use of the abundant time, you will eventually be able to keep up with this tight time.

This is what he has always thought, and it is also the way he will be after graduation.

He fastened his shoelaces and started running.

At the age of thirty-five, he was no longer as energetic as he was twenty, and after only a few hundred meters of running, he felt that he could not breathe, his legs began to become heavy, and his body swayed from side to side, but he did not stop, but continued to run.

At the time of a thousand meters, he felt as if his heart and lungs were burning, probably because he hadn't slept all night, and his eyelids seemed to become extremely heavy.

At 1,500 meters, his brain kept transmitting instructions to him to rest, and he wanted to rest too, but his intuition also seemed to tell him that if he didn't keep running, the melancholy of last night would never go away.

At two thousand meters, he no longer felt heavy, his breathing began to be smooth, and the sweat on his head turned into bursts of white mist with the gentle breeze.

His steps became stronger, his brain was no longer melancholy, his body slowly became lighter, and he seemed to be back to the time when he was twenty years old, full of infinite energy.

He couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the rising sun in the sky, and looking back at the scenery around him, he understood that now he no longer needed to bow his head blankly as before.

In fact, every city has many people who can't see inclusiveness, whether you come or he goes, you can hold your head high and calmly face everything that may happen in the future.

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Yang Zheng finally discovered in the past few days that there are indeed many masters among the people, although they all have more or less "flaws" in attitude and professionalism compared to professional chess players, but it is precisely because of these "flaws" that they can beat many old chess players who have been famous for a long time in many predicaments.

Pengfei is no longer obsessed with live broadcasts and videos these days, on the one hand, autumn is coming soon, and there is a major event he must attend. On the other hand, he also found that his chess strength had regressed sharply recently.

Although he is not at the peak of his professional chess career, for an ambitious chess player, the younger he achieves the pinnacle of chess, the longer his career will be.

He doesn't want to retire early at the age of forty or fifty like many chess masters, what he wants to do is the kind of chess master who can maintain a certain level of chess strength at the age of seventy or eighty.

During this time, Peng Fei also practiced frantically on the previous professional software, and unlike most old chess players who only focused on practicing with artificial intelligence, Peng Fei preferred to play against young chess players.

Although there are many new masters like Peng Fei and super masters like the triple crown champion Li Feng, not only the older generation of chess players don't like to play chess with them, but the younger generation of chess players also dare not play chess with them.

Originally, they were all in their own way, because of this embarrassing situation, most of them chose to practice with artificial intelligence, and in the end, they not only smoothed their edges and corners, but also made their chess moves the same.

Peng Fei is afraid that his chess path will become the same, he has a sobriety that many young people do not have, and he understands that his future opponent will definitely not be just artificial intelligence, but more different chess players.

At this time, Peng Fei had already played a full four points of chess, although the ending was more wins and fewer losses, but his eyes were more inexplicably irritable.

Although compared to his peers, he knows exactly what he wants.

But the recent huge changes in the competition system, as well as the overflow of material and spiritual pleasure from the commercial platform, have also made this young man gradually become impetuous.

He seems to understand why in many film and television works, the richer the person, the more empty the heart. He also seems to understand why in many novels, the poor are often more spiritually satisfied than the rich.

At the end of the day, it's about knowing what you want.

I don't seem to know what I want anymore.

Obviously, he used to have great ambitions, so big that he wanted the world to understand how attractive Chinese chess was, but now, material satisfaction has made him forget his original intention.

Thinking about it, compared to the ambition that is difficult to achieve without being seen, those fans' non-stop rewards and those praises that he has never seen seem to be more suitable for him now.

He has begun to wonder if there is a problem with his values, whether it is a few taels of broken silver or poetry and distance are more important?

He didn't dare to think about it now, he just played chess numbly.

He wanted to find his seventeen or eighteen-year-old state, and he also wanted to find the passion and dreams that burst out because of his unwillingness.

When Peng Fei was numb and checkmate, beside him, Yang Zheng shouted the general with a smile.

He is different from Pengfei, he has passed the age of standing and is full of yearning for life.

Because of this yearning, he is as energetic as he is twenty years old, and he has a passion for the future.

He never thinks about what he wants, because he knows that as long as he keeps moving forward.

Fate will eventually give him a life that he will never regret.