The ten-year trace of the soul of chess

Bright--!

Guang originally thought that his speed should be considered fast, but when he approached the door of the game room, he saw that there were already several reporters and photographers waiting outside the door, as if he would miss the exclusive news worth millions if he was a second late. A little too aggressive.

Guang couldn't help frowning slightly, and deliberately slowed down his pace, but a sharp-eyed reporter still spotted him, and greeted him proactively as if he was afraid that Guang hadn't seen him.

For this chess game, the review room and the game room are located at both ends of the corridor on the same floor.

There was no way to avoid it, so he nodded to the crowd and walked forward quickly, thinking about how to answer if he was asked his opinion on this chess game, when Guang suddenly saw the person who was pacing back and forth at the door. The reporters all stood up straight.

Looking over the human wall——

The door of the game room opened.

Seeing the reporters who had been waiting for a long time swarmed in, Guang seemed to be at a loss, and froze outside the game room door, neither entering nor retreating.

He suddenly didn't know, now that he appeared in front of Liang, would Liang want to see him?Even if he saw it, what kind of expression should he respond to Liang?Appreciated?Sorry?Or... as if nothing had happened?

In the game room.

Amidst the sound of shutters like the tide, the two who had just finished the match became more and more silent.

Zama Throne looked obviously tired, but the joy on his face after the narrow victory was still palpable.

And the bright eyes lowered slightly, and there were no waves on the slightly pale face, as if what had just ended was just an ordinary practice match.

After the photographer "retires", as usual, it is the reporter's interview session.

It was only at this moment that he seemed to have come to his senses and walked into the game room as if he wanted to prevent the reporter from speaking freely. However, after entering the game room, he did not take off his shoes and stepped on the tatami mats of the Japanese room. Surrounded by several reporters, with a distance of less than two meters, he silently watched his invisible chess player, and saw the light in front of everyone, slowly turned sideways, and bowed humbly to Zama Congratulations: "Congratulations, you have won the title of throne again."

Ryo was too calm from beginning to end.

But just because Ryo behaved too calmly, and Guang watched silently through the human wall, his heart hurt even more—of course he knew that as a chess player, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, even if it is Taya-sensei, Kuwahara-sensei, etc. The old man will definitely lose chess, or even lose his title, but this is completely incomparable.

All he knew was that the one who lost the title of throne now was Taya Ryo.

To him, the most important Tayaki idiot.

Mrs. Mingzi once said that Liang will do her best to protect the precious things.

No matter how hard he tried to catch it, it must be so hard to let go when he loses it.

But none of the people present knew it.

They can only think that Liang's calmness is due to his personality, and they can only take it for granted that this is how a nobleman in the chess world always behaves properly and speaks moderately no matter what happens.

But in fact, that was not Liang Liang's true mood at the moment, it was just a disguise of a person with strong self-esteem.

No one is born to be indifferent to emotions, and if possible, no one will take the initiative to put on an emotional mask for himself.All the "accustomed" in the eyes of others are nothing but "acquired" accumulated over time.

I just don't want to think about how the major newspapers and magazines will evaluate this chess game after this game, and how they will judge the matter of "the newly promoted Taya Ryo celebrity loses the title of throne" with embellishments.

At this moment, he just wanted to rush into the crowd and take Liang away from the scene. What kind of interview, what replay, all go to hell!

But no.

Whether it's an interview or a replay, these are what Liang "should" do as a professional chess player, and no matter what his capacity is, he can't stop him.

As a result, he could only watch Liang being surrounded by him and constantly accepting interviews that he did not voluntarily, answering various questions from all sides over and over again.

——What do you think of today's chess game?

——How would you rate your performance today?

——How do you feel about this series?

……

Chess, chess, chess!

Everyone gathered around Liang asking this and that, and what they said was all about the chess game.

There is nothing wrong with this.

But today, there is another thing that is of great significance to Ta Ya Ryo himself, but no one has ever mentioned it, or perhaps, no one has really paid attention to Ta Ya, who has taken off his "chess player" coat and is just living as an ordinary person Bright.

Just standing outside the encirclement, thinking about it, unconsciously lowered his face.

As if he knew his lover would definitely come, during the interview, Liang subconsciously diverted his attention and looked towards the door.

After finding Guang's gaze looking back, an imperceptible smile appeared on Liang's indifferent face almost immediately.

Even though there is a substantial distance at this moment, just being put in the eyes of Guang An, it seems that you have fallen into the arms of your lover. The look you look at is encouragement and relief.

But, why is your expression a little scary, Guang?

Liang looked over with some puzzlement, as if he understood the confusion in Liang's eyes, Guang hurriedly rubbed his cheeks with his hands, then grinned at Liang.

fool.Liang said softly in his heart.

Just when the eyes met, Liang Jianguang pointed to his mobile phone with his finger, and after a moment of surprise, he nodded knowingly.

But it wasn't until the end of the 15-minute interview, taking advantage of the gap before the replay, that Liang finally took the time to check his phone.

As soon as he saw the message that Guang sent a few minutes ago, Liang's eyes immediately curled up with a smile.

Although there is nothing special to say.

——After the end, see you at the old place!

——That... take your time, there is no rush!

—Okay, see you later.

Light quickly returns to light.

However, it was said to be "see you in a while", but it took a full two and a half hours for this "in a while".

That night, the review ended.

Liang deliberately slowed down his movements, and did not leave the game room until the staff had almost left.

Standing in front of the safe passage, when his right hand touched the doorknob, Liang suddenly became a little nervous.

This was something that had never happened in the game just now.With a certain anticipation, a certain uncertainty.Although it doesn't seem to be possible to conflate the two.

"Light?"

The moment Liang's whole body fell into the safe passage, he felt his left hand being pulled, and he was immediately embraced.

"Thank you, Liang." He heard a voice whispering in his ear.

His eyes widened suddenly.

In this familiar voice, the tense body completely relaxed.

"What are you? A surprise attack?" Liang asked with a smile as he let Guang hug him.

——Because I didn't know how to comfort you, I racked my brains to come up with this bad plan.

But how can you make me say this kind of thing...

"Um... just a kind of greeting." Guang then let go of Liang, turning his head away in a little embarrassment, "It's like saying 'I'm back' or 'Welcome back'."

"Is that so..." Liang looked at Guang thoughtfully, then bent down and hugged him tightly, "Then, I'm back, Guang."

Feeling the strength of Liang's embrace, Guang didn't know how to answer the words for a moment, and after a long time, he asked softly: "Are you okay?"

Liang let go of the light, seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before saying, "Not very good."

Guang felt his heart sinking, and wanted to say something to comfort Liang, but he heard Liang say in a very soft voice: "But it's okay, it just needs some time."

Guang looked at Liang, nodded speculatively, and suddenly remembered something, hurriedly took out a small paper bag from the inner pocket of his coat, and then stuffed it into Liang's arms very arrogantly: "This, here you are! You eat it right away. It's gone! Don't waste it!"

It is a completely commanding tone, and it is accompanied by some erratic eyes.

It has been like this from the beginning.

Liang suddenly wanted to laugh.

Whenever I just want to do something, but I'm afraid that I won't accept it or I won't be able to convince myself, I use this kind of tone, but because of lack of confidence, when I speak, I often look a little cute because of the erratic eyes.

Liang finally broke his grip and laughed out loud, but when he saw the buns in the small paper bag, the smile on his lips disappeared immediately.

It's still hot.Liangxin said.

Thinking of the appearance of Guang carefully taking out the paper bag from his pocket just now, Liang suddenly had mixed feelings.

It's very similar to that time.

Guang appeared in front of him unexpectedly, and after giving him a box of sushi bluntly, he fled away.

Over the years, he has been by Guang's side, watching Guang become more and more stable, and watching him consider things more and more thoroughly.

But some of the most precious things engraved in the bones remain the same.

Still so frank, still so...extremely warm.

Liang held the bun in his hands like this, tightly clutching it in his palm, and looked at Guang with good eyes.

Guang was stared at by bright eyes, feeling distressed and uneasy far outweighed being at a loss, so he couldn't help urging: "The buns are going to be cold, why don't you eat them?"

Hearing what Guang said, Liang came back to his senses.

He smiled lightly, looked down at the bun in his hand, and said softly, "I can't bear it."

"..." Guang thought that his bright mind must have been fooled by losing chess, "I said you..." But in the middle of the conversation, he didn't have the heart to hit him again, so he had to change his words abruptly, "Can you eat buns? Eat it? If you don’t eat it, give it back to me!”

This time, Liang finally responded.

He hurriedly held the bun tightly, as if he was afraid of being snatched by the light, and then put his hands into his arms to protect it.

"I'll eat." As he said, he opened a corner of the paper bag and took a light bite.

As if tasting, he first chewed and swallowed slowly, then as if he had tasted the wonderful taste, he began to eat bite by bite.

Guang worried that Liang would choke on eating too quickly, so he hurriedly took out a bottle of hot drink from his schoolbag and handed it to Liang.

Liang was taken aback for a moment, and said softly when he took it: "Thank you."

"Stupid, idiot." Guang blushed, and whispered, "Go home!" and went downstairs to the parking lot.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit long and will be updated in two parts.

One part will be updated first, and the other part will be added later (in fact, the main reason is that the content behind is not finished, so drag it away...)

And, no one has noticed, what kind of special day is this day of the throne battle?