oductive labor seems to have been replaced by a large number of machines, and does not require too many human beings.before, Qingchen also summed up in the watch world that time travelers appear not o...Volume one.

the first chapter of the night: playing.

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2022, autumn.

the light rain fell from the gray sky and drifted lightly on the city streets.

it is autumn, and from time to time, pedestrians without umbrellas can be seen hurriedly passing over their heads with their hands.

in the narrow military and civilian hutong, there is a 17-or 18-year-old boy sitting under the rain shed next to the supermarket commissary with an old man.

outside the canopy, the world is gray, and the ground is light black by Rain Water. Only the ground under the canopy is still a dry area, as if the whole world is left with this piece of pure land.

in front of them was a shabby wooden chess board with a red Fulai supermarket sign overhead.

"General," the teenager Qingchen stood up and left the old man with sparse hair to sit.

the teenager Qingchen glanced at each other and calmly said, "Don't struggle."

"I can still..." The old man said unwillingly, "this is only thirteen steps down."... "

in his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation in which he dropped his helmet and abandoned his armor in thirteen steps.

Qingchen didn't explain anything. It was the last moment that Tu Xiong dagger saw that the chessboard had been killed.

the teenager's face is clean and his eyes are clear, but he just sits there in plain school uniforms, as if the world around him has been purified and transparent.

the old man threw the piece he held up on the chessboard and threw in the towel.

Ching Dust walked into the counter of the nearby supermarket and took 20 yuan from the change basket under the counter and put it in his pocket.

the old man swore and looked at Qingchen: "I will lose 20 yuan to you every day!" I just won 20 yuan from Lao Li and Zhang this morning, and now I've lost it all to you! "

Qingchen took the money, then sat back to the chessboard and began to look back: "if they hadn't been unwilling to play chess with me, I wouldn't have to win money through you." You need face. I need money. It's fair and reasonable. "

"you will eat me, won't you" The old man murmured, "the fortune-teller says I can live to be 78. I'm only 50 now. If I lose you 20 yuan a day, how much do I have to lose"

"but I also teach you to play chess to save face," Qingchen replied calmly. "you have nothing to lose in this way."

the old man murmured, "but you've been teaching useless things these two days."

Qingchen looked at him and said, "Don't talk about yourself like that."

Old Man: ""

the old man rearranged the chessboard angrily, and then said eagerly, "all right, look back."

at this moment, Qingchen suddenly bowed his head.

the time that has just passed seems to be played back from his mind.

the cannon that attacked at the head, the fierce pawn in the Chu-he-Han realm, reverberated in my mind one by one.

more than that.

and the uncle who passed them while playing chess, carrying the four pancakes he had just bought. The freshly baked pancakes fainted with moisture and stained with a layer of white fog in the transparent plastic bag.

A little girl in a white dress walks by with an umbrella, and there are two beautiful butterflies on the upper of her little leather shoes.

above the sky, the fluttering Rain Water fell in the alley, glittering and translucent.

at the end of the hutong, the No. 103 bus flashed past the narrow hutong entrance, and a woman in a beige trench coat ran to the bus stop with an umbrella.

footsteps, the sound of running water as Rain Water converges into the roadside manhole cover, these noisy sounds make the world particularly silent.

all this, Qingchen has never forgotten, although it is difficult to recall.

but just because it's difficult doesn't mean it can't.

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this strange memory is Qingchen's innate gift, just like he took an archive from the long river of time and read the picture in the archived magnetic strip.

Qingchen suppressed the dizziness of his brain and picked up the pieces on the chessboard.

the old man suddenly stopped talking, staring intently at the chessboard, and the review after each game was also the terms of the bet.

Qingchen is in charge of teaching chess, and the old man learns chess after losing money.

this scene is a bit strange. Qingchen does not have the modesty and shyness that young people should have in the face of their elders. Instead, they are like teachers.

the other party doesn't think it has anything to do with it.

"Red square cannon two flat five, black square cannon eight flat five, red horse two into three, black horse eight into seven, red car one into one, black car nine flat eight..." Qingchen moved the chess pieces step by step.

the old man didn't blink, and the front was a normal start, but he couldn't figure out how to get to the sixth step when he suddenly fell into decline when he ate his opponent's horse.

"the essence of the thirteen moves of abandoning the horse lies in the sixth step of getting into the car and abandoning the horse, which is the killer's mace of tearing open the line of defense," Qingchen said quietly. "I saw the chess you played with that old man in King City Park the day before yesterday. He likes to start a smooth run. It's no problem for you to hit him with the thirteen strokes to abandon the horse." The Don opposite

was lost in deep thought and then asked in a low voice, "can you really beat him"

"learn the thirteen tricks I taught you to abandon your horse in a week, and you can get your face back," Qingchen said. "after all. He didn't play very well either. "

there was a glimmer of joy on the old man's face.

but he suddenly asked, "if I can beat him in a week, how long can I beat you when I learn chess"

under the canopy, Qingchen thought carefully: "will the fortune-teller say you can live to be 78 years old" It's too late. "

the old man's face stagnated: "if you don't say a few words, I may live to 79." Why, you should study by yourself last night. Why are you leaving school so early today "

he knows that Qingchen is a sophomore in high school. Today is Tuesday, so the 13th Middle School two blocks away should be studying late at this time.

Qingchen thought for a moment and replied, "I'm waiting for someone."

"waiting for someone" The old man was stunned for a moment.

Qingchen got up and looked at the drizzle outside the canopy, his eyes swaying in the rain curtain.

the old man said, "Qingchen, you are so good at chess, why don't you go to the chess game" I thought you said you were short of money, and you can get money even if you win the championship. "

Young Qingchen shook his head: "I just keep a lot of chess scores in mind. It's not how good I play chess." Memory doesn't represent analytical ability. It's okay to follow you. I'm really timid when I meet a master. My way is not here, playing chess is only temporary. "

"keep it all in mind." The old man sighed, "I used to think that this kind of thing was made up by others."

the rain slowly stopped.

at this time, the old man suddenly found that Qingchen was stunned for a moment. He followed the young man's eyes and looked toward the end of the military and civilian hutong. He happened to see a couple leading a little boy coming.

the middle-aged woman wears a delicate trench coat and carries a cake box with purple and beautiful ribbons on it.

the gray world could not stop the joy of the three. Qingchen turned and left, leaving the old man to sit under the rain canopy at the gate of Fulai supermarket and sigh softly.

the middle-aged woman saw the figure of Qing Dust. She opened her mouth and shouted her name, but Qing Dust's head disappeared at the exit at the other end of the alley.

the walls on both sides of the hutong are very old, and the white walls fall off, leaving a mottled red brick appearance.

the man Qingchen is waiting for is coming, but he doesn't want to wait again.Shadow suddenly laughed: "strangely, obviously you are rejecting me, but I am not angry yet." Over the years, not many people have dared to refuse me. "Qingchen thought about it and said, "Mr. Shadow...