The real concern is to meet after many years, and after the vicissitudes of life, the lead fades, just a sentence Are you okay, and I burst into tears.

The dust is like a dream, and the past is rejected from the city.

There is a whisper in the sideburns, who is the lover, the boudoir still remembers the pillow book; where is the beautiful woman now, by the twenty-four bridge, how many people are calling to hear it?

The old man sat in a tavern, and he didn't drink, because drinking would not solve the problem. The old man always had a cloth bag tied to his waist, and inside the cloth bag was a puppet.

He couldn't remember how many times he had seen the puppet, the voice and smile of the puppet, the texture of the skin, he knew it well, but this did not mean that he could discard the puppet, on the contrary, he took it out again at this time.

"Who is this?" Tang Feng said.

The old man looked up suddenly, saw that it was him, the young man with the severed finger, and said, "My wife." “

"If we could meet, we wouldn't hold it, would we?" Tang Feng brought a stool and sat next to him.

"Did I ask what you didn't want to say?"

"No," Tang Feng replied very simply.

"Again, you don't have to ask what I don't want to say. The old man said very politely.

"I'm sorry. Tang Feng said.

"How are your hands, are they better?" asked the old man.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just that there are only nine fingers left. Tang Feng raised his hand and stretched out his finger and said.

"A fox has nine lives, but who knows how painful it is for each broken tail to lose. The old man put the puppet away and said.

"My life is not mine. Tang Feng stared at the broken place and said.

"Human life has never been unbelonging, whether it is right or wrong, smooth or rugged, it is your own way, you can't blame others, you can't blame others, because it's your own decision. The old man muttered, like a warning to Tang Feng, and also like a statement to himself.

Tang Feng didn't speak, he stared at his fingers for a long time, and didn't speak.

The old man ignored him, and sat there, looking at the crowds of people in the streets, watching the changing celestial phenomena in the sky, thinking about everything in his mind, and looking at the woman with the face of a puppet......

"Three days. The old man said to himself, "It's only three days." ”

How much can you do in three days, how many things can you change? No one knows.

Time is the same for everyone, those who drink drink, those who sell vegetables, those who read books, and those who play chess. People sit and work day after day, year after year, but they are a little enthusiastic about this upcoming chess game, and then they are busy again.

A private room in a tea house.

"You really don't want to?" Nangong Chengcheng asked Ouyang Wuji again.

Ouyang Wuji smiled and took a sip of tea, but did not speak, which was regarded as a response to this matter.

"What do you want? status, money, chess games? As long as you say, even if it is a star in the sky, the old man can pick it for you. Nangong Cheng Cheng said angrily.

"If there is nothing, the junior will leave. Ouyang Wuji said with a smile.

"Are you really not going to help?" asked Nangong Chengcheng or Failure.

"It's not that we don't help, there is a definite number of wins and losses, why should we force it?" Ouyang Wuji said.

"Did you say yes to someone else? Nangong Chengcheng said angrily.

"What's the difference?" Ouyang Wuji said.

"The difference? Since we can't talk about it, the old man takes his leave. Nangong Chengcheng said.

Ouyang Wuji smiled bitterly, he couldn't remember how many times he refused, but he remembered the reason for refusal.

When she came out of Sun's Mansion that day, her junior sister asked him a question.

"Why do you play chess?"

If it is Xu Sanjin, I am afraid that he will go down to the blacksmith shop for his wife and children now.

"Descend from below, descend from joy, descend from all things. Naturally, this was not something he could say, because he knew that his sister had something to say.

"You, do you remember the master's instructions to us?"

"Chess is an elegant thing, not to be stained by worldly fame and fortune, let alone as a shortcut to prosperity. Am I right?" asked Ouyang Wuji with a smile.

"But, can you play a game of chess for me?" Song Wen asked very lightly, like the sand in the palm of her hand, which will dissipate if you don't pay attention.

However, Ouyang Wuji heard it, every word was heard clearly, he could hear every word she said, every sentence hidden in her heart and not said, he understood and understood.

"Well, I'll play this chess game for you. Ouyang Wuji said to her with a smile.

"I didn't say it was it. Song Wen said with a blushing face.

"It's just a chess game, winning or losing is a common thing, it doesn't matter. Ouyang Wuji said lightly.

Looking at him with a look of indifference, Song Wen asked in her heart, does he really care about anything? Or is it for me? Thinking of this, Song Wen's face turned even redder.

"What's wrong with your face?" asked Ouyang Wuji.

"No, nothing. I have something to do, so I'll go first. Song Wen also left as if she had fled.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Ouyang Wuji's mouth, he didn't want to be on the cusp, the world is so big, there is no place for him and his junior sister to live?

However, no matter how good a person's ideas are, they are ultimately their own. We can't guess what everyone thinks, and we don't know what our actions will bring.

Blindly avoiding will only be easier to touch, blindly being arrogant will only expose one's inferiority, and blindly playing with fire will eventually be hurt by fire.

Three days, seventy-two hours, four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes, when time passes minute by minute, will we find ourselves really concerned about what and what we care about?

As the hourglass slowly sprinkles every grain of sand, will anyone leave with regret, will anyone come with hope?

"He must have refused. Nangong asked, the gloomy light shone on his pale face, and anyone could see that he had not had a good time these days.

"What about refusal, can you go to the chess match?" asked Nangong Chengcheng or Failure.

"Weaknesses, I need to find his weaknesses. Nangong muttered with a lock of eyebrows.

"Uncle Wu, how powerful is the new weapon invented?" Ji Rufeng's unwavering face showed a trace of excitement and a trace of nervousness.

"There shouldn't be any problem, but I'm afraid it's too powerful, and if you really use it, it will inevitably hurt the innocent. Lao Wu said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I won't use it until I have to. Ji Rufeng patted Lao Wu's shoulder and said.

"Three catties, you've made a lot of progress. Liu Chunfeng opened his mouth and praised. "At your current level, there shouldn't be any problem in getting into the top 10. ”

"Really?" Xu Sanjin replied absentmindedly, in a few days, the silver in his bag was enough to buy the entire Qinglou, and when the chess game was over, his money was bright, and he seemed to see a graceful woman walking towards him.

Liu Chunfeng looked at Xu Sanjin and didn't say anything, he felt that Xu Sanjin was happy, because he knew what he wanted, and he even had to borrow the hands of others to realize his long-cherished wish for many years.

Zhang Wenzheng was still lying on the sickbed, his old man's smell was getting more and more serious, he was counting the stars in the sky, looking at the quiet and beautiful scenery, and he also saw Qingqing's mother.

What a pretty face it was, the first time he saw it, he was deeply attracted, as if the marriage in the previous life had been confirmed, and the red rope in this life had deeply bound him, but when he turned around, he found that he couldn't extricate himself... He remembered that he had stood in the streets for hours for a chance encounter with her, he remembered her shyness when she was in the cave room, he remembered the heartbroken voice of her kneeling on the ground and begging for him, he remembered...

He closed his eyes, letting tears fill the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't bear to fall. Eyes were once designed to meet the heat of light and penetrate the shackles of darkness, but now, what else can they see?

Don't hurry, and listen to the wind. This rumor is mixed with how many people's songs and laughter, joys and sorrows gather, how many past events have been taken away, and people can repeat their old lives.

Whether it is a person who drinks in a wine shop, a person who has never met a talent, a person who has a dream, a person who struggles to support, a person who takes risks, a person who has a ghost in his heart, a person who yearns for life, or a person who is in love for a lifetime, they are all working hard, they are working hard for their ideas, they are invisibly converging in a focus, a group of people who have not intersected at all, but because of this focus, they have come together to form a bright halo in the dark night, so what will be the center of this halo?

Chess matches.

Maybe people have long forgotten the origin of the chess game, and even more so when the first chess game was held? It doesn't matter, people only care about three days later, three days, three nights, three separations.