Game within game: chess player

A sudden change occurred, and Leng Chuan ordered all Qingtian security guards to take out their pistols at the same time.

Leng Chuan directly locked the doors and windows. The entire car was covered with bulletproof glass. It was no problem to withstand short-term low-intensity gunfire. He was afraid that the other party would have more lethal weapons.

Zhang Xiuying had seen the world, but seeing several people fall in front of her, the visual impact still made the old lady turn pale, but she did not cry out.

Ye Fang frowned and watched with a gloomy expression as more than a dozen people ran over from both sides of the road outside the car. These people were dressed in uniform dark suits and black sunglasses, and each of them had a pistol in their hand.

These people paid no attention to Ye Fang and others in the commercial vehicle. After checking that the people who fell to the ground had indeed lost the ability to resist, several people walked towards the four wheels of the commercial vehicle. Soon the wheel locks on the wheels were opened. .

The leading man made a clean and clear gesture, signaling Leng Chuan to drive away.

Leng Chuan started the commercial vehicle and left the scene quickly without thinking. Ye Fang, who was caught in the mystery, immediately looked back and saw those mysterious people standing in the middle of the road watching Ye Fang's car go away without any movement.

The black commercial vehicle drove directly into the mountain forest. After passing two security posts, it stopped in front of a small red brick building. Zhang Xiuying, who was still in shock, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the color gradually returned to her face.

After the car stopped, a staff member had been waiting at the gate for a long time. When he saw the car stopped, he immediately came over to greet it.

Ye Fang and Zhang Xiuying had no time to think about who had just rescued them. They followed the staff member into the small red brick building. Before getting off the car, Zhang Xiuying did not forget to carry a gift for the old man.

When you reach the status and status of an old man, your food and drink expenses are top-notch, and the medical care you receive is world-class. Strictly speaking, you no longer have any extravagant expectations for material things.

It takes a lot of thought to give this gift ingeniously. What Zhang Xiuying gave to the old man today was a scarf that she knitted by herself. The scarf looks like an ordinary scarf, but it is made of the top long-staple cotton in Xinjiang. She has not knitted a scarf for many years. It took Zhang Xiuying three months to prepare this gift.

The old man's children have been working in other places and are not often around, and their identities are kept secret. Only those close to him know that the only person living with him is his wife, Wang Xiuping, who is 75 years old this year.

"Xiuying is here." Mrs. Wang said with a smile when she saw Zhang Xiuying walking into the room.

"Aunt Ping, I wish you a happy New Year. Are you feeling well?" Zhang Xiuying quickly stepped forward and took the old man from the nanny's hand.

Zhang Xiuying said to Ye Fang, "Ye Fang, call me grandma!"

"Hello grandma, New Year's greetings to you!" Ye Fang stepped forward and bowed to the old man.

"This is a polite child... Come on, let me see." Wang Xiuping took Ye Fang's hand and kept rubbing it, sighing, "It looks like! It really looks like it! It's from the old Ye family."

After Ye Fang and Wang Xiuping exchanged a few words, Zhang Xiuying asked, "Where's Uncle Min? I knitted him a scarf to give to him during the Chinese New Year. I don't know if he likes it or not."

"Come on, what gifts are you bringing? He is tending his flowers and plants in the greenhouse in the backyard. Let's go! I will take you there." Wang Xiuying took Ye Fang's hand and walked toward the greenhouse behind the small building accompanied by Zhang Xiuying. go.

It is said to be a greenhouse, but it is actually a greenhouse dedicated to planting flowers and green grass in winter. It covers an area of ​​several hundred square meters. It is like a miniature Suzhou garden with pavilions and pavilions. It can be said that the decoration and layout have taken a lot of thought. I want the elderly to have a place to entertain themselves in winter.

When the three of them came to the greenhouse, they saw the old man tending to a pot of Clivia with a very serious look on his face. Behind the huge black frame there was a harshness and meticulousness towards everything, as if what he was cutting off was not the unnecessary branches but the vines. past gains and losses.

"Uncle Min, I'm here to see you!" Zhang Xiuying shouted loudly.

The old man put down the scissors in his hand and looked back at Zhang Xiuying. He pretended to be angry and shouted, "What are you shouting? You will scare these flowers and plants with such a loud voice." At this time, the old man also saw Ye Fang next to Wang Xiuping, with a relieved smile on his lips. , said, "Xiaoye is coming too, okay, okay."

"Hello, Grandpa Jiang!" This was the first time Ye Fang addressed the old man with such a family-like title, which made the old man very happy.

The old man waved to Ye Fang, smiled and said, "Come, come and walk with me."

Ye Fang looked back at Zhang Xiuying, Zhang Xiuying gave Ye Fang a look, and Ye Fang nodded and walked towards the old man.

"Aunt Ping, let's go over there and talk." Zhang Xiuying helped Wang Xiuping towards the back room of the small building, laughing heartily from time to time. It was obvious that Zhang Xiuying knew Wang Xiuping very well and made the old lady very happy.

Ye Fang and the old man were the only two people left in the whole greenhouse at this time. Ye Fang knew that the old man's accompanying guards might be on duty in a corner at this time, but he didn't notice it.

Ye Fang walked with the old man in the greenhouse. Ye Fang took the initiative to help the old man's arm. He did not refuse. He still carefully introduced to Ye Fang the habits of the flowers and plants he took care of. Although Ye Fang did not understand, he still nodded. He agreed, but in his mind he was still thinking about how to speak, how to say it, or what to say.

"Let's go and sit there." The old man pointed to a stone table and chairs not far away and said.

When the two of them walked closer to the stone table, a pot of tea and two exquisite cloisonné cups were placed on the stone table. The old man sat down slowly. Ye Fang first poured a glass of water for the old man, and then for himself. I drank a glass and then sat down gently.

The old man didn't speak, and Ye Fang didn't know what reason to speak. For a moment, the scene seemed slightly awkward, and a strange tranquility surrounded the old man and the young man.

However, the old man did not seem to feel any discomfort, and seemed to enjoy this rare quiet moment. There was a small artificial stream in the middle of the greenhouse, and the sound of birds could be heard from time to time. Although it was a cold winter outside the room, there was still a lot of warmth inside. But warm as spring.

"Isn't it boring for me, a retired old man, to sit here like this?" the old man asked in a gentle voice.

"No way, how could it be?" Ye Fang replied.

"You don't tell the truth." The old man paused, sighed, and continued, "I don't blame you. More and more people don't dare to tell the truth in front of me. They didn't dare to tell the truth before, and they seem to be even more afraid now. Yes, why do you think this is?"

Ye Fanglue pondered and replied, "It wasn't that I didn't dare before, but now maybe I don't want to."

The old man thought for a moment, smiled, and said, "It seems to be true."

"Then do you dare to tell the truth in front of me?" The old man turned to look at Ye Fang and asked, his tone was calm but enough to shock Ye Fang's heart.

"Be strong without desire. I don't have anything you ask for, so that should be fine." After saying this, Ye Fang suddenly remembered today's task and wondered if that was what he asked for.

"Okay, since you said so, let's have a good chat." The old man said.

The old man knew that although Ye Fang was young, he had a lot of experience and had contacts with political figures from various countries. He seemed to be interested in studying Ye Fang, so he started chatting from the experiences around Ye Fang. Among them were domestic current affairs and economy, foreign military turmoil, analysis of the international situation, and relations between countries. Among them, the old man focused on asking Ye Fang about the future relations between China and Russia, the United States, and neighboring Japan.

"China and the United States should be considered in the honeymoon period now. On the one hand, the United States needs the Chinese market, and on the other hand, the United States cannot spare any time to deal with China because of overseas wars. What is more important is that the United States believes that China is far from its opponent, but wait When China becomes strong enough one day, the United States will definitely turn its guns against China."

"The cooperative relationship between China and Russia has just begun. Russia is still pro-Western and hopes to integrate into the Western camp. However, this is definitely not in the interests of the West. Their fundamental purpose is to cannibalize Russia. Russia is now best suited only by relying on China. If it is in line with the interests of the country, Sino-Russian cooperation will definitely become more and more in-depth in the future."

"As for Japan, it is just a dog of the United States, including South Korea. We can use North Korea to contain South Korea and Russia to contain Japan. Maybe there will be a military conflict between China and Japan one day in the future. If that day comes, I My suggestion is to destroy Japan directly so that its militarism will never be overturned."

The old man listened to Ye Fang's analysis and judgment with a smile on his face, occasionally interrupting, and sometimes even guiding Ye Fang to express his own opinions. Although many of Ye Fang's current statements are inappropriate and even contrary to current international relations, the old man was satisfied with Ye Fang's straightforward expression of his feelings. Especially when he finally heard Ye Fang say that he suggested destroying Japan, he couldn't help but smile happily. laughed.

"Don't worry, if that day comes, our country will definitely work together to destroy little Japan!" The old man seemed to have not chatted like this for a long time, and he was very excited.

"I heard that there were distinguished guests in Xiyuan a few days ago?" the old man suddenly changed his tone and asked.

Ye Fang naturally knew who the old man was referring to as this distinguished guest. Someone must have passed the message into his ears, but as for the content of the conversation, he probably didn't know. Of course, Ye Fang didn't know what the many speculations outside Xiyuan said.

"Yes, I really can't hide anything from you." Ye Fang admitted generously.

"What are you talking about?" the old man asked calmly.

This question is not a sub-question, but a proposition. What he said offended Ye Fang, who was taking over now. If he didn't say anything or told lies, he would naturally offend the old man in front of him, not to mention that just now Ye Fang had vowed to tell the truth.

Only now did Ye Fang realize that the bad old man in front of him was very bad. Was the hole he dug for himself waiting for him here?

Should I jump or not? Ye Fang weighed it over and over in his mind. The old man beside him didn't seem to be in a hurry. He drank tea calmly and looked at the green in his eyes.

Just when Ye Fang was thinking about how to play the right song, he followed the old man's gaze and looked at the flowers and plants in the greenhouse and suddenly had an idea. After organizing his words in his mind, he asked, "Is it okay for the flowers and plants you care for to have this greenhouse?" Evergreen all year round?”

The old man was slightly surprised and wondered why Ye Fang's topic had turned to this topic, but he still answered patiently, "Even if this greenhouse can achieve constant temperature and humidity in winter, there will still be yellow leaves occasionally. Just cut off the yellow leaves and new ones will grow soon.”

"Then what if the yellow leaves are not cut off?" Ye Fang asked rhetorically.

"It seems that you don't tend to the flowers and plants often. When the leaves of the flowers and plants turn yellow, it means that their life is coming to an end. At this time, photosynthesis is very, very weak, and the organic matter required for synthesis and growth is very small, and it cannot continue to produce It transports nutrients to the roots and other leaves. On the contrary, in order to maintain its last breath, it will continue to consume nutrients. In other words, the yellowed leaves of flowers and plants can only get in and out of nutrients and water, which is harmful to the overall growth of the plant. It’s useless, so you have to..."

When the old man said this, he suddenly stopped. Suddenly his breathing became a little rapid, and his eyes became sharp. He looked not far ahead, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"I understand what you are talking about." The old man spoke in a slightly older tone, but still confident, and asked, "What do you think?"

"It doesn't seem to matter what I think. I'm just a nobody. These are national affairs that should be worried about by big shots like you." Ye Fang wanted to avoid this topic. This topic was not something he could talk about.

"Nobody?!" The old man seemed to have heard a funny joke and continued, "If you were a nobody, you wouldn't be able to sit here, right? No one will know about our conversation today, so I'm just asking you what you think. of?"

"What do I think?" Ye Fang murmured, and with a sudden thought, he brought up the metaphor of the relay race again, and said in a deep voice, "If you want the next baton to run fast, you must hand over the baton decisively. It’s better to be fast and stable, otherwise you will definitely be left behind by other opponents. What do you think?”

When Ye Fang finished saying this, his heart was already in his throat. He was angry with the old man opposite him who threw away his sleeves after hearing what he said, or scolded him for meddling in national affairs without authorization and beat him up with a stick.

He looked at the old man quietly, paying attention to his reaction, even if there was a muscle tremor on his face, or a change in his eyes, but unfortunately there was none. At this time, the old man seemed to be stuck in some kind of thoughts.

Finally, the old man sighed softly and said slowly, "I'm tired. After you drink this cup of tea, you can go play by yourself. You can pick a pot of flowers in the greenhouse and take it away. It's a New Year's gift for you." Already..."

The figure of the old man gradually faded away along with the sound of words, and finally disappeared among the green plants.

Ye Fang finally exhaled a long breath, gently brushed away the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought to himself, "This is really not a job that ordinary people do. I'd better take less of this job in the future."

At this time, Ye Fang was drinking tea and looking at the flowers and plants in the greenhouse, and thought to himself: It seems that one pot is not enough. There are so many here, so he won't mind if he takes a few more pots, right?