But even if they lose, young people have to make difficult choices.

Any hesitation will make this moment's indecision become painful, and just watching quietly from the sidelines will make beads of sweat the size of beans slide down his cheeks.

Lately, he's been losing too much. If he were the one who played chess, he would not be able to decide any choice.

But the young man still straightened his back, and did not fall into deep thought, but quickly cut into the middle circle, and seized the qi machine that the blind man gave away.

In this way, the white children in the middle circle have a glimmer of life, but the framework of the three-three enclosure can be regarded as a breakthrough.

Blind Priesthood.

"You shouldn't have gone that way. ”

"After working hard for a long time, if you had just abandoned the white child in the middle circle, you could have lost less. ”

Young man.

"I just don't think there is a child who should be treated as an outcast. ”

Blind Priesthood.

"Between winning and losing, of course, there are trade-offs. ”

Young man.

"But how can there be only winners and losers in this world?"

The blind man raised his head and looked at the young man again with those empty eyes, as if he wanted to see through people, but after all, he was blind, and what could he see!

The blind man suddenly sighed and said.

"In the past, people often said that life is like chess, listen to your words, and you will know that this sentence is ridiculously wrong. Chess is only black and white, but people are black and white? Chess only divides wins and losses, but how can life be won or lost?

The young man laughed.

"Sir, good philosophies. ”

The blind man laughed along.

"The boy is a good philosopher. ”

Immediately, the blind man proposed.

"You might as well stretch out your hand and show me the palm print. ”

The young man wondered.

"Sir is not only a chess player, but also a scholar?"

The blind man quipped.

"If a blind man doesn't know how to tell fortunes and massage, he won't survive anyway. ”

The young man laughed and stretched his hand over the chessboard. The blind man's rough hand first searched for the young man's pulse, and then slowly touched it.

For Xiangshi, every line that extends in the palm of the hand is the trajectory of fate and cannot be changed.

The blind man was only halfway through the touch, and his lips were half-mouthed, revealing astonishment. The blind man's hand brushed again, a little bit along the palm print, as if he was about to uncover the person in front of him.

After all, the blind man.

"It's weird. ”

The young man was still gentle and said with a smile.

"What do you think, sir?"

The blind man said solemnly.

"You have no truth as the Son of Heaven, but you have the name of the Son of Heaven, and you are not afraid of the life of the Son of Heaven. Whether this life is smooth or bumpy after all, I can't say. ”

The young man laughed.

"Even if it can be said, it's just fate. How can a man accept his fate? ”

The blind man nodded, preferring the young man's poise, and then said.

"I'm afraid that only people like you can go out of a different way. ”

Young man.

"The gentleman praised it falsely. ”

The blind man took his green bamboo pole to show the way, and then slowly stood up.

Blind Priesthood.

"It's a pleasure to play chess with you, I promise you, ten years later, you and I will come again. When the time comes, you will use your live chess and I will compete with my dead chess, how about it?"

Young man.

"It's very nice to be able to talk to someone like Mr. again. ”

The blind man nodded.

"So we're all alive and well, but it's hard. ”

The blind man seemed to have a meaning in his words, but the blind man stopped talking after all, and slowly stepped away from the melting snow with his green bamboo pole, and walked away towards the unknown distance.

Waiting for the figure to disappear, the young man slowly turned around and said.

"Senior Meng, Brother Remnant Kong, don't come unharmed. ”