Chapter 1: The Old Man and the Youth

Shencheng is a fast-paced city, and at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the office workers who stay by the bus stop sign are already crowded. Some newsstand owners even get up at 5 o'clock in the middle of the night, ready to make a small profit when there are many people. Life is hard, and everyone is like clockwork, busy for life.

A group of people who are as industrious as cattle have created a huge wealth in this city. Even a small amount of money allocated from the treasury by the political axe is enough to build Shencheng into one of the best green cities in the country. Green belts are all over the roadside, and what can really attract busy city people here for a short rest and relaxation is the parks hidden in the corners of steel and concrete.

Meige Park is one of the best and most attractive urban parks in Shenzhen. This is in line with the rows of high-rise buildings in front of the park for government officials, and the park is particularly elegant because it receives enough money from the city finance department each month to pay for cleaning staff, security, electricity, and other maintenance.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the eastern sky had just revealed a little red, and a young man in a white kung fu suit walked on the path opposite Meige Park, holding a soft sword in his hand and black-soled cloth shoes under his feet, slowly walking towards the park, his expression was flat, not restless or alarmed, as if there was nothing in this world that could move him.

"It's coming!" Next to the open gate, the security guards smiled and nodded, they were obviously familiar with this teenager who came to exercise every day.

"Hmm!" the boy nodded back, stepping past the security guard. As soon as you step into the park, you are greeted by a breath of freshness. The big trees carry the droplets of early morning water, crumbling in the morning light, and the branches and leaves are stretched. At seven o'clock in the morning, there were already a lot of people in the park. In the square deep in the woods, bursts of cheerful music were heard, and a group of middle-aged aunts in kung fu clothes lined up neatly on the smooth stone slabs to play tai chi. On the forest path, there are also some uncles and aunts strolling leisurely.

The boy walked along the path in the woods to the depths of the park, and after a while, he passed by a fish pond, where there was already an old man dressed in a Tang costume with a silver face, carrying one hand on his back, and in the other hand holding a one-meter-long, pebble-sized brush in his hand, dipping it in the water in the pool, and spreading ink on a row of stone slabs distributed in a fan shape by the pool. The old man's pen is moving and quiet, and the big characters under the pen are majestic and elegant.

"Young man, every day is very punctual!" Sensing the sound of footsteps, the old man stopped his pen, raised his head, looked at the young man walking by the path by the pool, and smiled.

"Old man. The boy smiled, bowed slightly, and nodded.

"Well," the old man raised his head and looked over the treetops to the east: "The sun will come out in a while, and I can still write for an hour, and in an hour, we will meet at the old place, drink some tea together, and play chess with my old man for a while."

If the sun comes out and a line of words has not been written, the brush words in front of it will be dried by the sun, which will sweep the interest. Only when the sun does not come out, the handwriting evaporates more slowly, and after this time, the words on the slate leap as if they were on paper.

Seeing the young man nodding, the old man lowered his head, said no more, picked up the thick brush again, dipped it in water, and practiced on the stone slab. The young man walked by the stone slab and recognized a sentence on the first stone slab: 'The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drift......ing' - the old man wrote on the stone slab "Qinyuan Spring and Snow".

Above the fish pond, there is a fitness square, a row of common fitness equipment in the city is quietly open in the morning sun, and no one cares. Six or seven o'clock in the morning is the rush hour for work, and those who really have this kind of leisurely exercise are either the old people who have struggled all their lives and are now enjoying life, or those young people whose families are wealthy, but the really rich young people have purchased some high-end fitness equipment at home, and there are very few people who run to this kind of park.

Teenagers have been doing morning exercises all the way, but there are very few young people of their own age. Following the quiet forest path, the boy walked slowly up the mountain. Among the dense trees, there were some extended resting places, and that was where he was going.

The woods are quiet and undisturbed, and you can faintly hear the crisp chirping of birds and the whistling of people doing morning exercises as they climb the mountain. There is a lot of pressure in the city, and there may be this and that pressure in life, and people in the neighborhood have chosen to go to the top of the mountain to shout to vent their stress and resentment.

On a stone slab at an open point on the top of the mountain, the young man untied the long sword at his waist, rolled up his sleeves, stepped on the bluestone slab, and slowly played a set of Tai Chi. It took more than 20 minutes to beat it down again, and after beating it again, the boy hit it a second time. Some people surrounded one after another, leaning against the tree, looking at the young man curiously.

There are not many people who can do tai chi, but there are many people who have seen tai chi. In the park, there is a group of people who do Tai Chi at the foot of the mountain, and these people who run on the mountain pass by every day, and they are naturally familiar with each other. But the Tai Chi played by the young man with clear eyebrows in front of him was obviously different from the Tai Chi played by the people at the foot of the mountain, or to put it mercilessly, this young man was not Tai Chi at all.

Tai Chi has a set of precise routines, but the young man in front of him has no routines at all. Some of the morning exercisers stopped and pointed at the teenager. Under the gaze of these people, the young man looked calm and continued to play the specious Tai Chi.

There was not much accusation in the eyes of the passers-by, but more curiosity and appreciation. Although this young man has no routines, his movements are as round as negative Tai Chi, quiet and soft, and there is a sense of beauty in the movements, so although many people think that his Tai Chi is very strange, he still recognizes it at a glance, this is Tai Chi.

When the boy boxed, he seemed to be fully absorbed in it, and he didn't care about the eyes of others. After watching for a while, passers-by also left one after another, and new onlookers poured in behind them.

After playing Tai Chi, the young man picked up the Tai Chi sword on the stone slab and threw off a set of Tai Chi swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship is exactly the same as the well-known Tai Chi Sword routine, but in the hands of the young man, the Tai Chi Sword has an indescribable beauty. This set of swordsmanship danced out, and the passers-by only felt that this young man and this sword seemed to be integrated with this forest, although he was dancing the sword, but there was an indescribable static beauty.

After practicing the sword twice, the young man untied the sword again, did a hundred push-ups with one finger, and then walked down the mountain path, it was almost eight o'clock at this time, the sun had already risen above the treetops, and the wisps of sunlight seemed to be a thousand rays of rui qi leaking down from the forest. At the foot of the mountain, the boy found that the old man was already waiting at the intersection, and behind him stood a strong man dressed in dark clothes who looked like a bodyguard. Seeing the young man walking down the mountain, a hint of strange color flashed in the eyes of the burly strong man.

"Done?" the old man asked, his question succinctly.

"Hmm. The boy nodded, and replied more succinctly.

The old man turned his head and whispered a few words to the bodyguard beside him, and then saw the bodyguard turn around and walk quickly out of the park, and after a moment he got into a dark car, turned a corner and disappeared.

"Let's go, let's have a morning tea with my old man first. The old man led the boy into the woods. In the shade of a tree, stands a round marble table surrounded by four smooth stone piers. On the stone table, there was a food box, the lid of the box was opened, and there were stacks of buns, several stacks of fragrant pastries, a glass of milk, and a cup of tea.

The old man sat down at the stone table, took the pastry out of the box, handed the young man the milk, and put the cup of tea in his bosom. He seemed familiar with doing this, and it was clearly not the first time.

The boy didn't say anything, took a straw from the food box, inserted it into the milk, and chewed it slowly with a piece of pastry. He was indeed hungry, and besides, it was just a plate of pastries, so there was no need to refuse.

The scale and environment of Meige Park are among the best among all the parks in Shenzhen, and the first location of the original urban greening construction was chosen here. The biggest beneficiary of this is the rows of civil servants living in front of the park. Among them, the Transportation Bureau, the Finance Bureau, and the Public Security Bureau ...... , all departments. Many retired senior executives have chosen to live here after retirement, probably because of the attraction of this park. The old man seems to live in it.

The old man should have retired, and when he was in office, it was obvious that his position was not low, which can be seen from the enthusiasm of the security guards to greet him. The boy even saw that the children of the old man's family probably had a good position in the political axe, as can be seen from the bodyguards and the car that brought breakfast regularly every morning. But it was none of his business, and he didn't care.

The two had a heart-to-heart relationship, and the teenager rarely asked about the background of the elderly, and the old man rarely asked about the situation in the teenager's family. One old and one young, every morning after morning exercise, they will eat some breakfast here.

"Come, accompany my old man, and play a game of chess!" said the old man, who had eaten a few pieces of breakfast. He pushed the food box, took out the chess box from the back handle of the food box, and pushed the sunspot to the young man, and the white child was drawn to his own name.

"Hmm!" the young man didn't say much, nodded, spread out the chess cloth, and the two of them each held black and white and immediately fought on this chess game.

"I lost," the boy looked at the chessboard, his expression flat, without the slightest hint of frustration after losing.

"Hehe, let's go down here today, we'll go down another day. The old man smiled. The young man nodded, stood up, grabbed Shi Deng's soft sword, and said, "I'll go first." ”

"Well, let's go. The old man smiled silently.

When the young man turned to leave and disappeared, the smile on the old man's face disappeared, and he slowly stood up, his gaze swept over the chessboard, and his originally peaceful gaze became sharp.

"This son has the posture of a cloud dragon, if he has a heart, he will be able to achieve a great career, but it's a pity, it's a pity...... "It's a pity what, the old man didn't say, he just watched the chess game. In the chess game, Kuroko beat Hamiko, which means that the old man only won half an eye, but the old man knew that he actually lost.

In the past few days, the young man has either lost half an eye, or he has lost a single eye. It is not difficult to lose, but it is rare to control the loss within a certain range. To be able to do this, the chess strength is actually far above the opponent.

In the eyes of the elderly, it is not only a means of entertainment, but also a concept, an attitude to life, and a philosophy of life. There are many ways to look at a person's morality and mental virtue, and Go is one of them. This is also the reason why the old man never asks the young man about his origin, and the young man's surname has already been glimpsed from chess.

"It's a pity, it's not my children and grandchildren!" Looking at the direction of the young man's departure, the old man sighed, unexpectedly, his eyes swept over a middle-aged man with a big belly outside the park wall, the old man's brows furrowed, his expression was a little unhappy, and he didn't put away the chessboard and food box, and walked over quickly. Behind him, several security guards came out from behind the woods and cleaned up the things on the stone table.