: Talking Elbow

In the blue and purple neon, under the dense steel sky, the front end of the data torrent is the world after the technological revolution, and it is also the boundary between reality and illusion. Steel and body, past and future. Here, the outer world and the inner world coexist, and everything in front of you is like the wall of time. Darkness gradually shrouded. But you have to understand, my friend, that we cannot deal with darkness with tenderness, but with fire.

1. People who want to wait

Volume one.

Chapter One of the Night: Sonata.

2022, fall.

The patter of light rain fell from the gray sky, drenching lightly on the city streets.

In the fall, pedestrians without umbrellas can be seen from time to time passing by with their hands over their heads.

In the narrow military-civilian alley, there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sitting under the canopy next to the supermarket canteen opposite an old man.

The whole world outside the canopy was dark, and the ground was turned into light black by the rain. Only the ground under the canopy remained a dry area, as if there was only this piece of pure land left in the entire world.

In front of them was a dilapidated wooden chessboard with a red signboard of "Fulai Supermarket" above their heads.

"General," the young Qingchen stood up after speaking, leaving the old man with thinning hair to sit.

The young Qingchen glanced at the other party and said calmly, "No need to struggle."

"I can still..." The old man said unwillingly: "It's only thirteen steps down..."

In the words, the old man felt a little embarrassed about the situation of throwing away his armor and armor in thirteen steps.

Qing Chen didn't explain anything, the chessboard was already full of murderous intentions, and it was the last moment of Tu Qiong Dagger.

The boy's face was clean and his eyes were clear, but he just sat there wearing a simple school uniform, as if the world around him had been purified and transparent.

The old man threw the chess piece raised in his hand onto the chessboard and gave up the piece to admit defeat.

Qing Chen walked into the counter of the supermarket next to him without anyone else, and took 20 yuan from the change basket under the counter and put it in his pocket.

The old man scolded and looked at Qingchen: "I have to lose 20 yuan to you every day! I just won 20 yuan from Lao Li and Lao Zhang this morning, and I will lose it all to you now!"

Qing Chen put away the money, then sat back next to the chessboard and began to review the game: "If they didn't want to play chess with me, I wouldn't have to win money through you. You need face, I need money, it's fair. Reasonable."

"You're going to kill me, right?" the old man muttered, "Fortune tellers say I can live to be seventy-eight years old, and I'm only fifty now. If I lose 20 yuan a day, how much money will I have to pay? "

"But I also teach you to play chess to win back face," Qingchen replied calmly, "You're not at a loss in this way."

The old man muttered, "But what you've taught these two days is useless."

Qingchen glanced at him: "Don't talk about yourself like that."

Old man: "???"

The old man repositioned the chessboard angrily, and said eagerly, "It's alright, it's alright, let's go back to the game."

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly lowered his head.

The time that had just passed seemed to be playing back in his mind.

The guns that hit the head, the fierce soldiers on the Chu River and the Han world, echoed in my mind one by one.

not only these.

There was also an uncle who passed by them when they were playing chess, holding four sesame seeds just bought in his hand. The sesame cakes just came out of the oven stunned some water vapor, and the transparent plastic bag was covered with a layer of white mist.

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

Above the sky, the swaying rain falls in the alley, crystal clear.

At the end of the alley, the No. 103 bus flashed past the narrow alley, and a woman in a beige trench coat held an umbrella and ran to the bus stop.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of running water when the rainwater flows into the manhole cover by the roadside, these noisy sounds make the world extraordinarily silent.

Qing Chen never forgot all of this, although it was a little difficult to recall.

Difficulty, however, does not mean impossible.

This strange memory is Qingchen's innate talent, as if he randomly extracted an archive from the long river of time, and then read the picture in the archive magnetic strip.

Qing Chen suppressed the dizziness in his brain and pinched the pieces on the chessboard.

The old man stopped talking for a moment, and stared at the chessboard with all his eyes. The replay after each game was also the agreed terms of the game.

Qingchen is responsible for teaching chess, and the old man learns chess after losing money.

This scene is a bit strange, Qingchen is not as modest and shy as a young man should be when facing an elder, but instead looks like a teacher.

The other party didn't think it was anything.

"The red square's cannons are two level and five, the black square's cannons are eight level and five, the red horse is two and three, the black horse is eight and seven, the red square is one level, and the black square is nine level and eight..." Qing Chen moved the pieces step by step.

The old man didn't blink a single eye, and it was a normal start ahead, but he couldn't figure out how he got to the sixth step. He clearly ate the opponent's horse, but suddenly fell into a downturn.

"The essence of the thirteen moves of abandoning the horse lies in the sixth step of entering the cart and abandoning the horse. This is the trump card to tear apart the defense line," Qing Chen said quietly: "I see the chess you played with that old man in Wangcheng Park the day before yesterday. Now, he likes to run smoothly, you can beat him with this thirteen tricks."

The old man opposite fell into deep thought, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you really beat him?"

"Learn the thirteen tricks of abandoning the horse that I taught you within a week, and you can get your face back," Qingchen said, "After all...he didn't play very well."

There was a hint of joy on the old man's face.

But he suddenly asked: "If I can beat him after learning for a week, how long can I learn chess to beat you?"

Under the canopy, Qing Chen thought seriously: "The fortune teller said you can live to be seventy-eight years old... It's too late."

The old man's expression froze: "If you don't say a few words, I might be able to live to seventy-nine... Hey, you should be doing self-study in the evening right now, why is it after school so early today?"

He knew that Qingchen was a sophomore in high school. Today was Tuesday, so the 13th Middle School two blocks away should be studying at night.

Qing Chen thought for a while and replied, "I'm waiting for someone."

"Wait someone?" The old man was stunned.

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

The old man said, "Qingchen, your kid is so good at chess, why don't you go to the chess competition? Didn't you say that you are short of money? If you win the championship, you will get money."

The young Qingchen shook his head: "I just remembered many chess records in my mind, it's not how good I am at playing chess. Memory doesn't mean analytical ability, it's okay to play with you, but if you meet a master, you will be timid. . My way is not here, playing chess is only temporary."

"It's all in my head..." The old man sighed with emotion: "I used to think that this kind of thing was made up by others."

The rain stopped slowly.

At this moment, the old man suddenly found that Qing Chen was stunned for a moment. He followed the boy's gaze and looked towards the end of the Junmin Hutong, and happened to see a couple walking with a little boy.

The middle-aged woman was wearing a delicate trench coat and was carrying a cake box with a purple and beautiful ribbon tied on the box.

The gray world couldn't stop the joyful expressions on the three of them. Qing Chen turned around and left, leaving the old man sitting under the canopy at the entrance of Fulai Supermarket and sighing softly.

The middle-aged woman saw Qingchen's back, and she called out Qingchen's name, but Qingchen disappeared at the other end of the alley without looking back.

The walls on both sides of the hutong are very old. After the white walls fell off, they left behind mottled red bricks.

The person Qingchen was waiting for came, but he didn't want to wait anymore.

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Hearing this, the mayor heaved a sigh of relief, and all the squires also fell to the ground one or two big stones in their hearts. Immediately, they competed with each other as if they didn't want money.

"Uncle Ninth is as expected of Uncle Ninth, he is amazing!"

"Ninth Uncle is our Renjiazhen Dinghai Shenzhen!"

"Uncle Jiu is indeed a disciple of Maoshan~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dao Fa is superb, I suggest..."

The kung fu of a group of country gentlemen is really extraordinary, one or two, they come with their mouths open, it seems that they don't have to use their brains.

"Ugh"

Ninth Uncle sighed slightly.

"What, Ninth Uncle, is there any hidden danger in this matter?"

When the mayor saw this, his heart sank and he asked quickly.

"Yeah, Ninth Uncle, this... is there something else going on?"

The squire who paid attention to Jiu Shu's expression also hurriedly asked.

No reason for them to be careless.

This matter, after all, is related to their lives.

"Everyone has misunderstood, this matter has been solved very thoroughly, but... what Pindao didn't expect is that the evil beast actually slaughtered hundreds of Huang Zhai's lives.

Pindao face to face, but can not save, I really feel ashamed. Huang Wanwan and his son were also poisoned by this evil beast, and the poor road was also unable to save them. "

Jiu Shu sighed, his face heavy.

"Everyone, I can't blame my senior brother for this. After all, the manpower is exhausted. The evil beast who caused the disaster is a quasi-evil god. The existence of this level, the strength of fighting alone, is even stronger than my cultivator. .

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Even if the immortals come, there is little hope. "

Aunt Cane said aside.

"Gu Gu's words are serious, and Uncle Ninth's words are serious."

The mayor listened and said quickly.

"Yeah, how can you blame Ninth Uncle for this?"

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