In those days, even if the chess maniac pointed out, he stubbornly did not bow his head.

He didn't refute anything, but there was a little more confusion in his eyes.

Under the kind arrangement of the program team, the chess maniac also has a "decent" job.

And that decent job is working as a waiter in a big restaurant.

Everyone watched the chess maniac wear the same uniform as the restaurant staff, and they spit out a breath of turbidity in their hearts for some reason.

In '09, the media interviewed the chess maniac again, who was in his fifties at the time and still worked in that big restaurant.

He has aged a lot, and he has become more reticent, his salary has risen, and he has 5,000 yuan, and he seems to have been recognized by the interviewers because of his salary of 5,000 yuan.

When they asked if the chess maniac was still holding on to the dream that everyone regarded as a fantasy, the chess maniac just smiled and did not speak.

Almost everyone thought that the chess maniac had given up his unrealistic dream, but what he didn't expect was that the chess maniac quietly published a book five years later.

The number of copies of that book seems to have been printed is only about 600 copies, and in that era of declining sales of paper books, his book was like a pebble falling into the sea, without any response.

The reason why Yang Zheng knew that he had published a book was also because among the chess books collected by Lao Zhou, there was a book called "Xiangqi Encyclopedia Volume I", and the author of that book was a chess maniac.

Lao Zhou's evaluation of this book is neither high nor too low, he just looked at this book and sighed with some emotion, feeling that in this era of science and technology, there will be fools who use hand-drawn methods to collect chess games.

Lao Zhou's tone was a little admiring when he said this, and Yang Zheng also looked at this different chess book, and wondered what kind of spirit and perseverance this chess maniac who was defined as a loser by the media wrote this encyclopedia.

Now, when Yang Zheng saw the seemingly unsociable chess maniac, the thoughts of the year sprung up in his heart like mushrooms after a rain.

He also unconsciously involved the topic of chess maniacs.

I have to say that the atmosphere in this nursing home is very good, and everyone seems to be very understanding and supportive of the chess maniac with a quirky personality.

Even several retired chess players who originally reached the level of chess and even chess masters selflessly taught their "unique skills" to the chess maniac to enrich his encyclopedia.

They also seem to realize something, and take the initiative to praise the chess maniac, praise his spirit, and praise his encyclopedia.

With the cooperation of everyone, Yang Zheng and others were also "pushed" to the side of the chess maniac.

The chess maniac didn't look crazy at all, he was dressed neatly and neatly, and his washed white Zhongshan suit was very rustic, and it also had the taste of time.

His life was quite tortuous, and he gave up a lot for his ideals, but the more he gave up, the more he got now.

For example, he now has the "freedom" that he has always longed for.

Yes, it's freedom, Yang Zheng didn't know why, he looked at the bright eyes of the chess maniac, and inexplicably thought of the word freedom.

After all, it is a pair of eyes that are always full of passion, struggle and curiosity.

The rings of the years made the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes layer after layer, but such dense wrinkles could not hide the bright light in his eyes.

Looking at the eyes of the chess maniac, Yang Zheng seemed to think of his youth, when he was a teenager, he had no worries about food and clothing, and lived a regular and repetitive life in and out of school every day.

At that time, he always felt that he was very unfree, and he spent most of the day at school, and his home seemed to be just a place to sleep.

When he was a teenager, he was extremely envious of those "bad boys", those who skipped class to play games, and those "bad boys" who dared to talk back to the teacher and seemed to be chic.

They seem to be free, and they don't seem to have any shackles on them.

This also made Yang Zheng also have the idea of wanting to become the same as them.

But he is too timid and too sincere, and he can't even pretend to be sick.

After trying a few times, he had no choice but to give up his plan to become a bad boy and try to be a good boy.

At that time, he longed for freedom, but deep down he didn't believe that he would get the freedom he wanted when he was a student.

It wasn't until Yang Zheng's third year of high school, when his studies were the most critical, that he unexpectedly got the "freedom" he had dreamed of.

It was a narrow path, halfway between two communities under construction, noisy during the day and quiet at night, and the path was not easy to walk, with potholes and stones.

is such a trail, but it is also Yang Zheng's favorite road to go home after self-study at night.

On this road, he felt the discomfort in the soles of his feet and looked at the sky above the narrow path.

He is very happy for some reason, the sky full of stars sets off the small him, and it also makes him call himself a "frog at the bottom of the well" from time to time, but what if it is a "frog at the bottom of the well"? He believed that he would soon jump out of the "well" that trapped him and see the real world.

It was also as if he realized at that time what freedom he had wanted.

He originally thought that the freedom he wanted was not restrained, unrestrained, and did whatever he wanted.

But in fact, the freedom he wants is to break free from the status quo and challenge the unknown future with a new attitude.

Everyone has a different opinion and understanding of the word freedom, and everyone is full of beautiful longing for freedom, after all, the word freedom is the most beautiful word in the world.

Yang Zheng looked at the chess maniac, looking at his free eyes, he originally had a lot to say, but when the words came to his mouth, it was simply a game of chess.

The chess maniac was surprised that Yang Zheng would say such a thing, he looked at Yang Zheng for a long time, and finally realized something, smiled and nodded in agreement.

This game of chess is very fast, but Yang Zheng is very difficult, because he started this game of chess very freely, he is like a chess novice, only attacking but not defending, he is also like a bad boy, facing the "provocation" of the opposite side, unscrupulously pandering.

But he has never been a bad boy, a free and casual life is not for him, and down-to-earth step by step is the criterion for ordinary people like him.

In the middle game, he turned offense into defense step by step, although it was very difficult and painful, but he held on to the end.

He also seems to really realize why life is like chess, and why chess maniacs hold on to their dreams until now.

Because ah, when people live, they must eventually shout at their opponents and fate, so that they will not have any regrets!