He Xiaonian slept well this night, ate two tea eggs for breakfast, and drank a big bowl of porridge.

In short, in He Xiaonian's own words, if he is refreshed early in the morning, then today will definitely be the same.

The old watcher on the side was probably because he was old, so he lost his appetite after eating a little, and he was sitting on the side with a glass of water, looking at He Xiaonian's stunned appearance, he couldn't help but smile.

Remembering that in the past, I was also playing with my brothers like this, and the life at that time, not to mention how happy I was, the wrinkled face of the old viewer was full of smiles, thinking about it, the old viewer suddenly wanted to play chess.

So I got up and went to the warehouse where the miscellaneous items were kept.

After He Xiaonian finished eating, he saw that the old watchman didn't know what to do, so he brushed the dishes and chopsticks with interest, and then picked up the teacup and came to the apricot tree in the courtyard, drank the tea and rinsed his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of water to the root of the tree.

The old watchman rummaged through the storeroom, as if looking for something.

Birds chirped in the apricot trees, ants climbed up the trees in search of food, and a few early autumn cicadas chirped.

All kinds of things in this world seem to be reflected in this small Taoist temple.

He Xiaonian stood between heaven and earth, holding a cup of envy tea in his hand, and for the first time wanted to take out the tea leaves in the teacup to chew them, and taste whether they were as mellow as the old people said.

I thought so, and I did that.

The boy took a piece of tea from his teacup, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

His eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth went up. This tea can still be tasted like this, and it is really good.

On the other side, the old watcher finally found the chess table and two chess jars that were tightly wrapped in cloth, and he knew that there were a lot of chess pieces just by listening to the sound inside.

The old viewer brought a wooden table, put the chessboard, untied the two chess jars, and then took out a rag to wipe the chessboard, chess jars, and chess pieces that had been wiped off.

After doing these things, it took about half a pillar of incense, and He Xiaonian had already finished eating tea and walked over, watching the old watcher do these things meticulously.

After the old watcher wiped it clean, he found a young man standing on the side, and couldn't help but point to the opposite side to signal him to sit down, and said the words of invitation, "What?

He Xiaonian didn't think about it, since the old man was invited, then come, he didn't play Go before, this chess was taught by him Wu Xi'an's kid himself.

Speaking of this Wu Xi'an, don't look at his age, but this fame is very big, "the little master in the world", do you say it's not big?

Big!

It's not just big, I heard that there have been several invitations from the people who went down the mountain from the Liuwen Palace, but they were all rejected by Daliang with an extremely tough attitude, and they wanted to grab other talents from Daliang, okay.

But this one, no!

This person's master is also the world-famous "Wangshan" Ke Qidao, in other words, He Xiaonian can be regarded as having received a Wangshan's teaching to solve doubts, and he is proud.

The young man straightened up, looking like he was going to the battlefield, which made the old man laugh.

The two sat down, the first game.

The old man walks first with the black, and the young man goes after the white.

The two of them play chess, although the old man is still old, the black chess will be out of breath, and the young man is young but he retreats everywhere, but all he gives up is some insignificant chess pieces. Overall, the two are still comparable.

The old man was afraid of the young man's white chess backhand, but the young man was also suppressed by the black chess fight and did not dare to move.

Playing chess, the most important thing is patience, although the two of them have countless breaths on the surface, but these "gases" are just fists hitting cotton, a little pain and itching.

Time passed slowly, and the birds chirping in the apricot trees were probably tired, the ants had probably found enough food, and the bees had found a good place to start building their hives.

The fall of the two is also becoming slower and slower, and they often have to think about it for half a day.

The other person who was waiting for a son sat on the stool peacefully, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking at the person opposite who was about to sweat on his forehead with a smile, and the chess pieces in his hand really refused to fall.

However, playing chess is playing chess, the so-called food is silent, although this chess is not the top priority in life such as eating and sleeping, but this chess is also a minimum of respect.

So they sat in the middle of this courtyard:

Don't say anything, only play chess,

Regardless of the unique sound of drinking tea.

Suddenly, the old man opened his placket and laughed loudly, and the sound resounded in the sky, and the startled birds that had been quiet in the almond tree chirped again.

Looking at the two people in the courtyard, the old man was smiling, and the young man was annoyed.

"The young man is so superb in chess, but fortunately the old man still has a hand. The old man hung his hands together, and his smug expression was fully revealed.

He Xiaonian slapped the table and said, "I'm not convinced, let's have another plate." ”

The old man probably felt that he was still unsatisfied, so he agreed, "Let's talk about it, let's play another game, I can't stand the bones of my old man." ”

He Xiaonian packed up the chessboard, and it was right to think about it, playing chess was the most tiring brain, and the old man was also old, so he nodded.

After tidying up the chessboard, the old man pushed the chess jar in front of him and said, "You play black chess in this game." ”

He Xiaonian was not polite, and sent the white chess jar near him to the old man.

This time, the teenager will be black, first.

The last game was just a chess game, He Xiaonian thought, this time he must not be careless, thinking about it, there was already a little sweat on his forehead, constantly rising, and even dripping onto the table.

An old man and a young man slowly fell, and soon came to the point of confrontation again.

He Xiaonian promised that if he fell, he would think three steps back, and he would dare to fall after confirming that it was correct.

The old man is much easier in this game in comparison, not to mention that the smile on his face has been hanging, that is, the old man has given up three or four sons.

But for the teenager, it still doesn't seem to have much chance of winning.

The boy often wants to take a stick of incense for a long time, and the sky is close to noon at this time, and the boy has watched chess for a long time, and finally this son has fallen.

The old viewer smiled slightly, took out a white piece from the chess jar, and placed it in the lifeblood of the entire black chess.

The boy collapsed in his chair like a deflated ball.

After a while, he stood up, clasped his hands into fists, and said very respectfully: "Lao Guan's main skills are superior, and the kid admits defeat." ”

The old man smiled and waved his hand, pointing out the young man's shortcomings in playing chess: "You don't have to be discouraged, I have lived half my life in vain? ”

He Xiaonian was taught, and he bent down respectfully.

The old man was not polite, but stood up and went back to his room.

He Xiaonian stood in place and was stunned for a long time, it turned out that his eyes were like beans, and he didn't know that there was a big reason in this roadside Taoist temple.

Pack up the chessboard, pack the pieces, and pick up the teacup. He Xiaonian remembered that he remembered something, he was surprised, and then turned around and shouted: "The old gentleman is surnamed Mo?"

The old man's hearty laughter came from the room: "I didn't expect anyone to remember my old guy, it's not easy, it's not easy, haha." ”

He Xiaonian smiled proudly, he couldn't get under Mr. Mo, it's normal.

......

Time passed, and today I was delayed because of playing chess with the old master, and He Xiaonian was not in a hurry, so he decided to simply stay in this small Taoist temple for another night.

After eating dinner early, the old man likes to chatter, and He Xiaonian will naturally accompany him.

The old master took two cups of tea to the threshold, and handed a cup to the side, "He boy, I have wanted to say it for a long time, the first time I saw you when I saw you, you had a sad face, why, you have suffered at a young age?"

He Xiaonian took the teacup and nodded.

The old man was a little curious: "Oh, old man, I would like to hear from you, what is suffering?"

"That's a good question. In life, there are not many wishful thoughts, especially when stepping into officialdom and stepping into the rivers and lakes. In fact, to put it bluntly, everyone has their own suffering.

Bitterness is also joy, I am fortunate to have gained, and I have lost my life. The words of these predecessors are really not unreasonable, you say how many bitter things can be in life, if you want me to answer, but one death is only suffering, and everything else is just false. ”

He Xiaonian babbled a lot, and the old viewer really listened to it.

"Oh, I can't imagine that you can say such a reasonable thing as a half-grown child. ”

"The seniors have won the award, and I compare with you, but I'm just a junior. ”

The old watchman smiled and said, "Wherever we are, we are all the same kind of people, regardless of before and after. ”

After He Xiaonian took a sip of tea, he said: "The predecessors have been guarding this view alone for so many years, and it has been hard. ”

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter, just like you just said, it's fun in bitterness, and you can stay in the apricot orchard view, the old man, in my heart, it's very sweet. ”

He Xiaonian was silent, the old and the young sat on the threshold of the front door, holding the tea in both hands, without saying a word.

The old man suddenly remembered something, so he said: "I played chess with you today, and the old man found that your chess skills are not bad." It's not an old bragging, as far as my chess skills are concerned, except for the kid surnamed Ke in the rivers and lakes, there are really few people who can beat me, and you can almost beat me in two consecutive games, it's not easy. ”

He Xiaonian couldn't smile bitterly, "Senior, don't tease me, just those two games, obviously you deliberately let me, otherwise I could have lasted so long?"

The old man shook his head, stroked his beard with his hand and said, "I really haven't released water, especially in the first game, it's really a little close." You, you are still not deeply involved in the world, although you are bold enough, but you don't have enough knowledge, otherwise you will lose and be old. ”

He Xiaonian shook his body, took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, put his hands behind him to support the ground, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

"I just heard you talk about life for a long time, why do you have a story?" said the old man in the same motion.

He Xiaonian said indifferently: "I have it, I suffered some hardships when I was a child. ”

The old man was curious: "Oh?"

"It was just family infighting, and I was unfortunately kicked out of the house and worked as a beggar for three years. He Xiaonian explained.

After hearing this, the old man suddenly realized and said, "No wonder you have lost some of your youthful sharpness, it's rare." ”

He Xiaonian yawned and said, "The seniors praise falsely." ”

The old man saw that the young man was also sleepy, so he simply got up and said, "Forget it, it's not too early, I'll go to sleep first, old man, and you can rest early." ”

He Xiaonian nodded, and also stood up and went back to his room.

The full moon hangs high, shining in this small courtyard, more or less bright.

The old man stood hunched over the middle of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the tall apricot tree, he probably thought of the apricot branch, so that some tears slipped down his wrinkled face and dripped to the ground, soaking the dirt.