There are so many losers like him in the national competitions every year that you can't remember their names or remember what they look like.

Although they all have their own stories, they also have their own years of struggle for what they love.

But there is always only one winner.

failed, and after that, he officially announced his retirement.

At his retirement party, except for a few friends in the chess world who have known each other for many years, there was no media and no organization.

Those who boasted that he would definitely be a chess genius back then seemed to be slowly fading away in his repeated failures.

Those family and friends who thought he had a promising future back then, they also looked at him who had been failing, and they all showed disgusted expressions.

At the moment of retirement, he really experienced the warmth and coldness of human affection and the cold of the world.

After he retired, he also thought about his livelihood, thinking that although he was not a chess master, his status as a first-class chess player would allow him to continue to work on chess.

But he went to a few chess clubs, and others either disliked him for being too old, or felt that the honors he had won over the years were not enough to support him to be qualified for the job of a chess club teacher.

Obviously, he also won the first place and achieved the best quarterfinals in the national competition, but why do others still dislike his lack of strength.

He didn't understand until he happened to see a news report, in which he, a former young genius, was said by the reporter to be the wound Zhongyong of the new era.

Looking at this sharply worded news report, he also realized that he seemed to be unable to continue in the chess industry.

After all, who would hire a worthless, spurned wound Zhongyong?

After that, he seemed to have given up chess completely, and honestly found an ordinary job until he retired.

He was retired, but he still didn't want to play chess, until he suddenly suffered from Alzheimer's a few years ago.

He seems to have become the high-spirited teenager he used to be.

But Alzheimer's disease, he seems to have become unable to play chess, he has been defeated many times in chess, and his personality is even worse like a child.

This also led to many uncles and park managers who would ruthlessly coax him out when they saw him.

The condition of the little old man, who had no chess players, also began to deteriorate, until the co-workers he knew when he went to work found out, and they opened a chess stall for the little old man.

This opening is a full ten years, although it did not cure the little old man's Alzheimer's disease, but it also made the little old man's face a lot more smiles.

After Yang Zheng silently listened to this story, there was a lot more in his eyes.

It was also the first time he felt that chess could help others.

After all, in his impression, chess mostly played the role of a "tool", a tool role that could be used for leisure and entertainment, and a tool role that could make money.

Although Xiangqi is a Chinese heritage, to be honest, there are too many Chinese heritages, and chess, as one of them, does not seem to have much role in the eyes of the media except for the role of entertainment.

And the white-haired uncle on the other side used his actual actions to tell Yang Zheng that the so-called inheritance is more about spiritual support.

He also inexplicably remembered Master He, the chess king who used to be a chess player, who seemed to be lonely in his later years, but in fact he was not lonely, because he still had his favorite chess company.

This also made him still hold the chess pieces in his hands when he died, and he also had a satisfied smile on his face.

It seems that chess has not had a fixed meaning since its birth.

He is like a blank sheet of paper, written by future generations with various meanings in their eyes.

But chess is also a sport, a unique sport.

Like basketball and football, he can bring strength to many people.

He can also be incarnated into many "tools", giving ordinary people like him the opportunity to survive and live in this society.

"Thank you." Yang Zheng sincerely thanked the white-haired old man, it was precisely because of his appearance that Yang Zheng could finally make a decision that he had hesitated for a long time.

"I don't think he's a loser because in his old age he had you and chess with him. He is a real winner now compared to his past. ”

After Yang Zheng said this, he quietly chose to leave.

Because there is still a lot of work for him to do.

……

Yang Zheng, who returned home, looked at Huanhuan, his face also had a smile, he enthusiastically talked to Huanhuan about everything that happened today, looking at her somewhat tired face, he also urged Huanhuan to go to rest early after eating.

Huanhuan shook her head, as if to say that her work was not finished today.

Yang Zheng looked at her tired appearance and suddenly remembered that since Huanhuan came back, she had made a choice, and that choice was to open another comic.

This is undoubtedly a huge challenge for her, but it is also a choice she has no choice but to make.

Yang Zheng looked at her a little lost at the time, and thought it was because of artificial intelligence.

He has seen the news, and he has also swiped the news about the faster and faster development of artificial intelligence in short videos more than once.

In those news, artificial intelligence will not only eliminate the traditional professions of chess players and writers in the future. It will also quickly eliminate the emerging paper industry of illustrators, painters, and even cartoonists.

At that time, Yang Zheng also discussed this matter with Huanhuan out of worry.

And Huanhuan looked at the worried Yang Zheng, and she also wrote down a humorous answer seriously - "No matter how fast artificial intelligence develops, it can't replace my comics, because she can't draw comics full of shortcomings like mine." ”

At that time, when he looked at Huan Huan Lisuo's sentence, Yang Zheng thought she was angry, and it wasn't until he saw the smile on her face that he realized that he was thinking too much.

That night, he couldn't sleep over and over, his mind was full of Huanhuan's words, and his deep thinking also made him begin to agree with Huanhuan's words.

After all, a work doesn't need to be too perfect.

After all, perfect works are often difficult to impress.

On the contrary, a flawed work, a work that can keep improving, is the biggest reason why a work can move people's hearts.

That's true for drawing, it's true for writing, and even more so for chess.

After that, he also paid attention to Huanhuan's new comics, from his point of view, Huanhuan's new comics have made great progress compared to her previous works, and they have also been liked by many people.

Although her second work is still chess, compared with her immature first work, her work has more words "love".

Just like although she is "disabled", she loves the world more than many people.