During the game, the last was the first to lose, followed by Taiyi, and Jiang Fan last.

The three of them used three different layout methods, and the three of them had very different styles, but these little tricks were only pediatrics for a master of Aunt Wang's level.

"What now?"

Taiyi was about to cry.

Although I felt that it was impossible to win Aunt Wang, I didn't expect to lose so simply.

"What else can I do, wait outside."

The end was leaning against the wall of the Dawn Garden, and he was almost speechless.

"Don't say that, the so-called Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, and the chess is the same, there is only relative invincibility, and there is no real invincibility. We can't win, Aunt Wang, we just didn't look in the right direction. ”

Jiang Fan didn't think about winning Aunt Wang, after all, at Aunt Wang's age, she had witnessed the rise of the Chinese chess world.

It is estimated that he has already become a chess master, and it is just lustful to want to win Aunt Wang at the beginning.

"Directions?"

As soon as he heard that Jiang Fan had a way, his eyes lit up at the end of the way.

"The answer lies in these three games we played."

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Fan's mouth, and he turned his gaze to the game of chess left by the three of them.

There is an old saying in the chess world, "Seeing chess is like seeing people." ”

What kind of character a chess player is, as soon as he makes a move, he can see the slightest bit from the way he plays.

Insidious people love to use insidious means; Heroic people, chess is magnificent; An upright person strikes above board; The timid man cowered step by step.

If Aunt Wang disrupted the endgame when she left, it might be difficult to do it, but Aunt Wang didn't do it, it was just a bright way for the three of them to learn, and the subtext was that she could be defeated through this method.

Since Aunt Wang has left a back door for the three of them, how can they live up to Aunt Wang's hard work?

"Right in here?"

The end is a bit confusing.

"Yes!"

Jiang Fan is very sure.

He believes that a game of chess is a condensed portrayal of a player's life.

The more experienced people are, the more powerful they will become.

This has nothing to do with chess strength and momentum, but a kind of breadth of life.

And at Aunt Wang's age, this kind of broadness will gradually be reflected.

A lifetime of struggle, a lifetime of fighting, and all of a lifetime are reflected in this game of chess.

"Is it so mysterious as you say?"

Taiyi laughed, he had never heard of this kind of statement at all.

"Shut up!"

Listening to Jiang Fan's narration, the end seemed to be enlightened.

"Don't be in a hurry, the more anxious you are, the more you can't see the subtlety."

Jiang Fan chuckled, starting with his game.

At this time, the chess pieces on the chessboard disappeared one by one as if they were flying shuttles in this dim light.

In the end, the chessboard was empty.

At this moment, a weather-beaten hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness.

Syllable......

The chess pieces fell on the chessboard, and life began......

It was a baby waiting to be fed, opening its big eyes and looking at this new world.

Suddenly, the baby became a little girl, happily playing with her friends.

Another change, the girl had grown up, and then a warm hand took her hand.

Suddenly, the surrounding picture changed.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes and she slammed the chessboard to the ground.

Then there was silence.

I don't know how long it has been, but the picture has not reappeared.

But suddenly, a different hand appeared.

Under the sunset, two pairs of holding hands walked slowly, getting closer and closer to the sunset, and then emitted infinite light and heat.

"Ahh

"Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan."

Seeing Jiang Fan in a daze, Mo Tu and Taiyi didn't dare to disturb Jiang Fan.

But who knows, Jiang Fan was relatively normal at the beginning, but when he looked at Jiang Fan, he burst into tears, and then laughed again, like crazy.

In the end, he screamed wildly, "What light, heat, etc." ”

The early autumn night in Xiangdu was already very cold, and Jiang Fan was still doing this, which scared the two old men into a cold sweat.

"Hey, Jiang Fan, what did you see?"

Taiyi's face was pale, and so far, there was no trace of blood on his face.

"Oh! I saw Aunt Wang's life. ”

When Jiang Fan talked about this kind of metaphysics, Mo Tu and Taiyi both looked like hell.

Can you still see this thing when you look at chess? Why don't you go to heaven?

"You don't believe it."

Jiang Fan pursed his lips and came to the end of the game, "Where did the first hand start?" ”

"Oh, from here, it's second hand, that's how I ......"

As the end is told, that picture begins to emerge again.

is different from the game with Jiang Fan, the picture passes quickly.

And this slowness is extraordinarily lonely.

Aunt Wang sat in front of a chessboard under a big tree.

The cold and summer, the changes of the four seasons, or the yellow leaves, or the snow, Aunt Wang has been waiting for something under that tree.

After watching this picture, Jiang Fan came to Taiyi's game again.

There is no picture in this game, only the sound is heard.

In the blur was Aunt Wang's laughter.

The laughter from childhood to old age, the laughter has changed several times, it was very innocent at the beginning, followed by a kind of reluctance, and finally it became a kind of relief.

Jiang Fan's eyes were clear, and Motu and Taiyi hurriedly asked, "How is it?" ”

"I want to think about it!"

It's the middle of the night, and it's too late to find a hotel.

So, Jiang Fan sat on his suitcase and thought quietly with his head propped up.

At the same time, a figure appeared under a window in the Dawn Garden, looking at Jiang Fan who was thinking quietly in confusion, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The moon was gradually setting in the west, and by the second half of the night, the weather was already very cold.

Motu and Taiyi Leng took out a lot of clothes from their luggage and put them on their bodies.

Even so, the two were still cold, and finally had to hug each other to keep warm.

And Jiang Fan is still in that posture.

"Damn, Jiang Fan's appearance has caught up with the 'contemplative'."

Taiyi felt that he had been looking at Jiang Fan like this, and he was about to become cross-eyed.

"What's more, Ah Qiu...... Su Yue should be allowed to take a look, and he will fall in love with Jiang Fan deeply. ”

Usually at the end of the journey I don't like to joke, but Jiang Fan's look is so much that I can't help but complain about the end of the journey.

Gradually, the sky was covered with a hint of fish belly white, the sun returned to the earth, and the golden light gradually covered the ground.

"Ah Qiu...... Jiang Fan can really bear it, what is he thinking about when he is so cold? ”

One night, the end of the road was frozen and cold.

"I'm so sleepy! I just want to sleep now, I really admire Jiang Fan. ”

Taiyi kept yawning, this night was really a sin, and he woke up frozen as soon as he wanted to sleep.

Thanks to his thicker fat, he didn't catch a cold like the end.

"Jiang Fan's appearance hasn't changed at all, I'll take a look."

Both of them are cold like this, will Jiang Fan be cold? I didn't believe it at the end of the way, and I felt that I should go and see it.

"Don't, don't!"

Taiyi screamed, the two of them hugged each other and it was still a little warm, and as soon as they left, the cold wind poured into their clothes, and the taste was simply sour.

But Taiyi's words were obviously useless, and the end was still gone.

"Hey, you wait for me, wait for me, I'll go too."

Since the end of the road is gone, it is not interesting for Taiyi to sit here alone, so he follows the footsteps of the end of the road.