She just stood behind him silently, without speaking, just silently and watched him fill in the blanks with the black and white sons.

In fact, she didn't know how to play chess, and she didn't come here to watch him play, she just stood behind him, silently observing his changes in the four seasons of the year.

In the end, however, she was disappointed.

For no matter how closely she observed, no matter how many times a day she observed him, she could not see what he was doing.

His face was always peaceful, and he always looked so serene and tranquil in the four seasons of sunshine that she had never even seen him frown once.

Even on cloudy and rainy days, he would sit calmly on the polished stone plate and play chess silently, and would not become irritable because the bad weather affected his play.

What kind of thoughts he had in his heart, what his purpose was, and why he had such perseverance and patience, Shang Tianxiang could not guess.

He has been playing chess for 20 years in this small courtyard, and if he were an ordinary person, he would have lost his patience and freshness, but he did not.

Every time he opened the tattered and yellowed chess game, sat down in front of the polished chessboard, and picked up the black and white chess pieces and crisscrossed them, his eyes would glow with fire, like the surprised and eager eyes of a boy when he first saw a girl's carcass.

When he looked at the chessboard that was already covered with green moss, it was like seeing the vast field crisscrossing Qianmo, like seeing the battlefield filled with gunsmoke.

At this moment, he is no longer a person, but a general who commands millions of soldiers.

Distant cities are waiting for him to conquer, large lands are waiting for him to explore, trillions of people are waiting for him to rescue, he is the god who saves the world.

When he fills the seemingly lifeless black and white chess pieces one by one on the checkerboard squares, countless rivers and mountains will immediately appear on them, or strange peaks and strange rocks, or desolate deserts, or verdant oases, or open plains.

These illusions, jumping and evolving between a chessboard of small inches and simple pieces, have not been repeated, not a single tragic downfall.

Such a wonderful situation may only be able to comprehend him.

Another autumn is coming, and the bleak atmosphere of late autumn envelops this back garden.

The grass and trees on the ground have begun to wither, and the chessboards and stools carved in stone have lost their original coolness and comfort, as if they were trapped in the cold of Antarctica.

The autumn wind is a little bleak, and it keeps passing through the verdant and somewhat blackened bamboo forest, as if it is a blow to these hardy lives.

The bamboo forest is silent.

The bamboo forest was speechless.

The bamboo forest creaked and crunched in the bleak sky, like a tenacious life resisting the coming of the cold.

The sky was misty and gray, and it was no longer as blue as it had been in summer.

The sun in the sky yawns lazily overhead, as if it does not want to open its sleepy eyes, and everything in the world becomes lazy in this late autumn season.

Except for one person.

This man was the one who sat down on an old birch tree and played chess.

Although the weather was colder than usual, he still came here early, and then, sitting down on the cold stone bench, began his daily work.

And those cold stone benches didn't seem to have any effect on him, and when he sat down on this cold stone bench, he didn't even blink his eyes, and he didn't even frown.

Because he's looking at another person.

The man had come here before he had come and had sat down on one of the stone benches before he had been.

This had never happened in twenty years, so he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that there was still a person sitting on the stone bench.

However, he quickly regained his expression, did not speak, still sat down, took out the chess book, which had been a little yellowed on the title page, from his bosom, and raised one hand to his chest.

Then, as usual, he began to pick up the chess pieces with his right hand, and began to go down one black and one white, as if he had not seen anyone at all, as if the person in front of him had nothing to do with him.

As long as he doesn't interrupt his train of thought and doesn't affect his ability to play chess, you can sit or stand, whatever you want.

He didn't speak, so the person who came had to close himself and just look at him.

At the end of the game, the man finally spoke—although he was sitting, the expression on his face was sacred and respectful, and he said, "Why don't you ask me?"

He still didn't speak, put the chess pieces on the chessboard into the jar one by one, and prepared to play the second game.

The visitor had no choice but to continue: Don't you want to know who I am?

He still didn't speak.

He didn't even move the corners of his mouth, still collecting the chess pieces one by one, like a lifeless statue in the faint and gray morning mist.

The person who came sighed slightly, and said: Twenty years, we haven't seen each other for twenty years, maybe a lot has happened in the past twenty years, maybe a lot of things have changed,

However, there is one thing that has not changed, and it will never change, so that is, I am your disciple Du Jiu, you are my master, and our master-apprentice relationship will not change for a lifetime.

A teacher for one day, a father for life, the golden knife Chen Biao is dead, and now, I am your only apprentice, I am your only son.

Just now, I saw the golden sword Chen Biao in Piaoxianglou, he was dead, but he didn't say where the sword score was, and the disciple did not complete the task given to me by the master, so the disciple came to ask the master for his guilt.

At this time, the sun had risen very high and hung overhead, like an emperor who ruled the world, and regained its warm nature.

Under the warm sunshine, the fog in the garden began to gradually dissipate, and the life in the garden seemed to begin to regain its vitality.

However, Du Jiu's face was still blank and expressionless, and his face seemed to be frozen with great fear.

At this moment, the old man sitting on the cold stone plate in front of him playing chess seemed to be not only his master, but also the god in his mind.

The chessboard between the two of them is like a delicate net, netting the isolated world outside and the special emotion between the two of them.

However, the old man still didn't go east, and he didn't even look up at Du Jiu, but just slowly pushed the jar containing the sunspot in front of him in front of Du Jiu, and suddenly said: Come, let's go to the next plate.

Then, he picked up a white seed from the jar in front of him, changed his tone, and said, "You are too late, there is no seat for you here."

He said this to Shang Tianxiang.

Shang Tianxiang didn't know when, he was already standing behind him, smiling slightly, looking at this strange pair of master and apprentice, and then, sighing slightly, said: "However, I think I came too early, otherwise, you might tell me who you are?"

Although the old man had already spoken, the expression on his face had not changed at all, and he was still so calm and soft.