On this empty chessboard, a white child suddenly appeared, shining a dazzling light in the faint light of this autumn day, like a wide, doubtful eye, staring at him, monitoring him, observing every move he took, prompting him with every simple move.

The slightest mistake will ruin his twenty years of hard work.

Du Jiu quickly responded with a move, he walked the black chess to his corner, and confronted the black chess at both ends of the chessboard, like a master in the wilderness.

After the first step, the next pieces are much smoother.

They began to descend faster and harder, as if they had been rehearsed for a long time.

At the beginning, Shang Tianxiang could barely distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of black and white chess pieces, but later, she was completely confused.

The black, white chess pieces were completely mixed together, like the waves and foam that came rushing in, like falling leaves and swaying light and shadow.

They entangled, assembled, criss-crossed, and flowed on the icy chessboard in the air, and it was impossible to distinguish their origin and tendency.

Shang Tianxiang suddenly felt that his head was a little dizzy, as if he was observing a staggered and flashing picture, and then, his eyes also had a slight tingling, and he couldn't open them.

She wanted to take her eyes off the board and give her eyes a little rest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

Her gaze seemed to have been fixed on the mottled chessboard by some kind of magic, and she couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly closed her eyes.

Finally, my eyes were closed.

And the criss-crossing pictures in front of me also disappeared, and there was only the crisp sound of chess pieces and chessboards staggering and hitting each other, click, click, click......

Sometimes it's urgent, sometimes it's slow, sometimes it's crisp, sometimes it's a little hesitant, and sometimes it's a long time.

Presumably they are thinking about chess again.

Shang Tianxiang felt that her mind was a little clearer, and then she opened her eyes again, but what she saw was still the entanglement between the white and the sun.

And the moment she opened her eyes, it was as if she saw a turbulent river running through the gap between the two mountains, turbulent, rushing, jumping......

It was like two cranes, one black and one white, circling over the open, desolate field, competing for height, and above their heads it seemed as if they were carrying a heavy knife.

The knife was like a huge curtain, slowly unfolding, slowly extending, and then, suddenly, the whole sky was obscured.

Then, the chessboard slumped and conjured up countless sharp arrows, as if they had been fired from a crossbow, and were shooting with all their might towards the boundless darkness around them.

The dark red blood was sprinkled under the powerful attack of the sharp arrows, and the smell of blood suffocated the white blades with amazing force.

Ji Sijue and Du Jiu confronted each other on the chessboard like this, their expressions solemn and solemn, each other's bodies frozen, as if they were carrying out a sacred ritual ceremony.

And their hand that holds the son, whether urgent, slow, heavy, or light, falls on the checkerboard square, like an incense stick in an incense burner.

Time disappeared little by little with the crisp "click" of the blacks and whites they had dropped on the chessboard, which changed endlessly in the flow of time.

Shang Tianxiang only watched for a while, and then began to dizzy again.

Her eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and she wanted to move, but she couldn't move the slightest, and if she didn't move, she would be dizzy by the change between the sunspot and the white child, and she couldn't even breathe.

She had to close her eyes again to calm her mind a little, but she couldn't calm down, and the strange images she had just seen flashed in her mind.

I don't know how long it was, but I heard a tired voice suddenly say: We all lost again.

We lost again, which means that both of us lost.

When two people play chess, one loses and the other wins, even if it is a draw, it will not be so bad that both of them will lose, but they just say that both of us have lost.

What does it mean that both of them lost?

Are they playing chess, or are they doing something?

Shang Tianxiang is not very familiar with chess, so she doesn't think very clearly, but she doesn't want to think about it anymore, because at this moment she heard a chaotic crisp sound again.

She knew that the game was over, so she opened her eyes again, only to see that the whole game of chess had been messed up, and large beads of sweat began to roll down Du Jiu's forehead, but she stared at the chaotic chessboard without saying a word, as if she was still thinking about the chess game just now.

Ji Sijue also seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle, and he was extremely tired.

Not only did large beads of sweat roll down his forehead, but even his voice changed.

He threw the white hand in his hand on the cold chessboard angrily, sighed slightly, and said: We still couldn't get out of the endgame on that chess book in the end.

Du Jiu also looked dazed, took a long breath, and then, looking up at the sky, found that everything around him was starting to blur.

Then, when I looked up, I saw that the sun that had been overhead had turned to the southwest and became dim, like a bronze mirror surrounded by a black cloth.

It's already dusk.

The beginning of dusk is a sign that the day is coming to an end.

And this game of chess of theirs was played for a whole day.

Autumn, it seems to be a little colder again.

And this bit of cold, on Shang Tianxiang's face, condensed into severe frost.

Shang Tianxiang's expression was chaotic and numb, cold, wooden, looking at the mottled checkerboard squares, and he didn't turn to what he was thinking.

When the late autumn season comes, there are always many sunny days.

On a sunny day, although there will always be some wind blowing from time to time, rushing to the pedestrians, walking on the street, there will always be an inexplicable impulse.

But in general, the late autumn season is still charming and pleasant, like a thorny rose, when you sigh about it, and at the same time let you be inexplicably hurt.

The air is still dry in late autumn.

The dry air made people feel inexplicably oppressive, like the ancestor Pangu in the chaos, tightly wrapped around his body by the heavy four fields.

The westerly wind roams in the field, whirling, and countless dust particles will always be swept high by the autumn wind, like a toy in the hand of the autumn wind.

In fact, everyone from childhood to adulthood will always have some toys that truly belong to them.

And for Li Cunxiao, the days of living with Jian Thirty were the happiest days of his life, and they were also the days with the most harvest.

At that time, like many people his age, he had a lot of toys, but his toys were a little special.

It's a little brutal, it's bloody and brutal.

He thought the insects crawling around the trees were funny, so he caught them, pulled their heads off, and put them on the neck of another bug.

He thought the flowers that had just bloomed in front of the window were beautiful, so he picked them at random, and then threw them into the stream behind him and drifted away.

Once in a while, when I went down the hill, I saw those people in the street knocking on broken bowls and going from house to house, and I thought they were very unpleasant, and thought they were very dirty and disgusting, so I pushed them hard and broke their bowls.

In addition to this, there are many, many ......

That's what he loves to do.