Humans are the most susceptible animals.

Yang Zheng also seemed to realize that he had probably fallen into an elaborate trap.

Especially the second opponent he met, which made him feel a rare sense of shame.

Yang Zheng's second opponent is a septuagenarian.

This old man's chess skills are very average, only at the level of ordinary street enthusiasts, but he is very special.

Because he was suffering from cancer, his days were short.

These were probably the last few games of his life.

It was also the last dream of his life.

Yang Zheng was very tormented in this game of chess, because he couldn't figure out his position, and he didn't want to destroy the last dream of an old man's life.

But in the knockout round, as long as you back down, you will leave the field.

It was all about forcing him to make a choice.

Forcing him to be a "good person" who fulfills others, or to be a self-centered "evil person".

He seemed to see rivers and mountains in this game of chess, as well as an old locust tree that was about to die, and he also seemed to see his former self in this game of chess.

That straight character, stubborn self.

If he had been "before" his temperament, he would definitely give up this game to fulfill the old man opposite, but now he has many excuses in his heart that he must win this game.

Among these excuses, there are the expectations of friends, among these excuses, there are also the expectations of teachers, and among these excuses, there is also their own desire for the future life.

Of course, since it is an excuse, he also understands that he can also choose to give up or face it.

He was so slow that he thought it was unbelievable.

He was very steady, so steady that the opposite side attacked again and again, but all of them were in vain.

The fat man and Li Sansi both finished their second game, and they all came behind Yang Zheng together, they watched this chess game, listening to the introduction of the old man's past around them, and their eyes were a little more tangled.

Because they understand that this game is not just a thrilling chess game, but also a moral test.

They would rather face an unfathomable opponent than fall into a double torture of spirit and morality like Yang Zheng.

However, they also unconsciously substituted into this game of chess with Yang Zheng's slow advancement.

If it were the two of them, what would they choose?

The fat man thought that he would probably give up this game, because he had an enviable high-paying job, and he also had a child who could inherit his dreams, and even if he failed in chess, the reality would be enough to give him the confidence to choose.

But Li Sansi is different from the fat man, not only because he does not have such a stable job as the fat man, but also because now he has nothing but chess, and he has only one thought in all today's games, that is, to win, to win all the time.

But they are not Yang Zheng, and they don't know how the man in front of them will choose, and their understanding of Yang Zheng is only that he is a chess teacher, although he works in the top few Huajia chess clubs in the country, but he is not a professional player, and his income will probably not be very much.

They didn't know what language to use to describe what they expected of Yang Zheng now, but they knew that Yang Zheng would never let them down.

But these two people have different choices and different expectations, how can Yang Zheng meet the different expectations of these two people?

……

"Young man, why are you so hesitant?"

The old man on the opposite side looked at Yang Zheng for a long time, and he was a little angry.

"Are you pitying me?"

The old man's tone was a little helpless and pitiful, he looked at Yang Zheng and said, "Raise your head, look at me, do you think I look like someone who needs to be pitied?" ”

Yang Zheng finally raised his head, and he carefully looked at the old man opposite.

Although the old man on the other side was terminally ill, his mental state at this time was not bad, not only could he play chess with clear thoughts, but he also seemed to be full of physical strength, and there was still interest in his eyes to fight a protracted battle with himself.

"No pity, I'm just thinking about what to do next." Yang Zheng lowered his head, and there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, but when he reached his mouth, they turned into this helpless lie.

"Oh, just thinking about what to do next?" After listening to Yang Zheng's answer, the old man breathed a long sigh of relief, his anger, helplessness, and pity seemed to be relieved with Yang Zheng's words.

"That's good, don't worry, you think slowly, there's still more time anyway."

The old man's words were very frank and kind, and even hid the warmth that Yang Zheng hadn't tasted for a long time.

That is to say, Yang Zheng inexplicably remembered that Wang Buregret, this old man who is always regretting chess, at the end of his life, also said the same thing as him.

It's still a long time, you think slowly.

These eight words, placed on a terminally ill old man, are very much like a kind of irony, but what they say to a young man like Yang Zheng is like a ruler, constantly measuring his way forward.

"It's still a long time, can you think about it slowly?" Yang Zheng chewed on this sentence carefully, and his eyes suddenly swelled uncomfortably for some reason.

"Yes, think slowly, don't rush." The old man smiled and said to him, "Don't you put water on me?" Although I am old, I used to be a very good chess player! ”

"Thirty years ago, I was the god of chess in Balipu Park! It's not a problem for one person to go through three or four. ”

The old man is obviously bragging, because for a real chess master, even if he is old, he will not go straight like a chess novice and do not design any traps.

But Yang Zheng believed it, because Wang did not regret that in the last game of chess in his life, he was also as straightforward as him.

"You kid, I like it!" The old man saw that Yang Zheng believed his words, and he couldn't help but dance with his hands.

"So, don't be merciful, because when I met you, it was a kind of fate, maybe after that, it will be difficult for us to play chess again, take this game of chess seriously, and think seriously about what your next move will be."

After the old man said this silently, he raised his head, his cloudy eyes staring at the clouds in the sky, full of reluctance.

"I see." Yang Zheng nodded.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered those three words again.

Subsequently, he made the choice in his heart.

……

Chess not only has wins and losses, but it also has a "draw".

But it is becoming more and more difficult to reach peace in recent years.

Because everyone wants to climb higher, they all want to fly farther.

They tend to ignore the scenery beneath their feet, preferring to reach out and grab the unattainable clouds.

However, since chess has "and", it also means that there will be people who use "and" to express their attitude.

"It seems that we will have the opportunity to play chess in the future."

Yang Zheng used harmony to express the attitude in his heart, and also used "harmony" to finish playing chess that he did not regret playing with Wang Buregret.

"It seems that the name of my Balipu Park chess god is going to be replaced!"