The ten-year trace of the soul of chess

back home.

Just as Liang finished taking off his shoes, Guang had already taken out the pajamas from the bedroom and stuffed them into his arms without any explanation.

"Huh?" Liang didn't quite understand.

"Take a shower!" Light said naturally.

"But, you haven't..."

Before finishing the word "eat", Liang was pushed all the way to the bathroom by Guang.

in the bathroom.

Holding the pajamas in his hands, he stared at Guangda with small eyes, without moving.

"You don't want to undress yourself?" Guang looked at Liang meaningfully, with an ambiguous tone. After waiting for a while, he saw that someone was determined to disobey, so he had no choice but to sigh and go to the battle in person, "Okay, then I will Help you take off."

Liang's somewhat erratic spirit finally returned to his seat after these words, and when he saw that Guang really reached out to untie his clothes, he was startled, hurriedly held his hand, and said repeatedly: "I will do it myself."

"Okay." Guang hooked the corners of his lips with a scheming face, and made a "please" gesture to Chaoliang. After he personally supervised that Liang took off all his clothes and walked into the shower room, he gently closed the door and dimmed his smile. The person silently leaned against the door panel outside the bathroom.

"Liang, take a hot bath." Guang looked up at the ceiling lamp and murmured to himself, "Take a comfortable hot bath, and you may not be so sad. "

In the dense shower room, the ethereal sound of water keeps lingering in the ears.

Along with the sound of water echoing in Liang's mind, there was also the phrase "I lost" that he said to Throne Zama a few hours ago.

I lost.

He has said it many times to many people.

He should have accepted the fact of "losing chess" when he said this sentence.

But today is different.

Today, he lost the battle to defend the throne.

It wasn't that he lost in the middle game, but that he failed completely by half an eye.

That feeling of powerlessness and unwillingness is like holding a handful of sand between your fingers.

You obviously exhausted all your strength to keep it, but it still flows away from your fingers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A month ago, I won the title of celebrity from Mr. Ogata.

At that time, Mr. Ogata who said "I lost" to himself, is he also in the same mood now?

Liang suddenly understood.

Perhaps, what I have experienced at this moment is just what the top chess players have gone through.

It's all the way to go.

But it's one thing to finally understand, and quite another to truly let go.

It has been more than three hours since the end of the chess game. Even though I tried my best to behave naturally on the way back, even though I tried hard to tell myself to let go, let go, every move on the chessboard is still shining brightly like a projection. It kept replaying in my mind, lingering.

When the shower fell, Liang raised his head, closed his eyes, and let the hot water splash over his cheeks, the side of his neck, linger around his collarbone for a short time, and then flow to his chest and abdomen and limbs again.

The water vapor keeps rising, penetrating into every inch of skin in the semi-closed space.

Liang turned his body slightly, and stretched out his hand to increase the temperature of the water, as if he wanted to wash away all the exhaustion, frustration and loss accumulated in the past few hours with the help of the hot water flowing down continuously. .

When he was in the bathroom, the traces of time seemed to be blurred, so that when Liang came out of the shower, he was startled when he saw the steaming food on the dining table.

Guang just came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice in his hand, saw Liang who was a little dazed, and hurriedly told him to sit down.

As soon as Liang came out of the bathroom, his dark green eyes seemed to be locked in the mist of heat, and they looked more blurred and translucent under the light of the living room.

His eyes followed Guang from the kitchen to the dining table, until Guang put the chopsticks into his hands and forced him to sit down, then Liang looked at the wall clock as if confirming that this was not a dream, and finally confirmed that the distance He entered the bathroom, nearly an hour and a half had passed...

Looking at the light again, he didn't say anything, just smiled at him.

It's like wordless companionship.

"Thank you, Guang." At a loss for words, this was the only sentence left in his mind.

Guang looked at Liang, but replied in a wrong way: "Thank you for your patronage."

After dinner, Guang stopped Liang, packed up the dishes by himself, and was about to go to the kitchen, but heard Liang stop him.

There was some urgency in the voice.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Liang without blinking.

Liang seemed to be tense all over, clasped his hands together, slowly met Shangguang's eyes, and said after a long while: "One thing, 'never got it' and 'lost it after getting it', are completely different. yes, right?"

Guang didn't answer, just looked at him deeply.

Liang seemed to be a little more relaxed than before, and continued: "During the replay, I thought about it for a long time, where did the half eye lose, but I still don't know what went wrong..." Liang looked at Guang and said, " Sometimes, when you put in all your efforts and still can't keep what you want to keep, you can't help but start to doubt yourself, your ability, and even the reason why you got it in the first place , Is it just a fluke..."

Ryo tried to speak his mind as calmly as possible.

He wanted to smile at Guang, but he couldn't: "Guang, you know? Right now, I'm a little, a little..."

He wanted to say "a little uncomfortable", but the feeling as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out couldn't be summed up in a simple sentence "uncomfortable"... He searched over and over again in his limited vocabulary to find an appropriate one. words to express it, but he could not find it.

Seeing that Liang opened his mouth several times, and it seemed to be stuck in his throat, Guang couldn't help it anymore.

He didn't wait for Liang to finish speaking, he walked up to Liang's side first, hugged Liang, and gently leaned his head in his arms.

In the living room, it was extremely quiet.

The wall clock on the wall is still ticking tirelessly, but the atmosphere in the living room is not depressing. On the contrary, in this silence, you can feel a touch of unspoken tenderness and thoughtfulness.

Resting his head on Hikari's lower abdomen, listening to the clear heartbeat in his chest, Liang did not move for a long time.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that Liang slowly raised the wristband on Guang's waist as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"You heard it all..."

The words I wanted to say but didn't say.

—Can you... give me a hug?

Liang didn't raise his head, but said this very softly.

But this sentence seemed to be caught in Guang's heart, Guang silently bit his lower lip, and with difficulty restraining his emotions, nodded pretendingly complacently: "Ah, I heard it, I heard it clearly."

Feeling that Liang tightened his hand, Guang felt terribly uncomfortable. He searched for the chicken soup for the soul that he had heard before, but soon gave up—these artificially synthesized inferior chicken soup, which Liang probably didn’t need, so Guang still hugged He was bright, but his tone became cold: "Let me make it clear first, I can only hug you for 3 minutes! Once the 3 minutes are up, I will immediately lift you off!"

After finishing speaking, he heard a very light laughter from near his stomach.

Then, he could feel Liang leaning against his stomach, and nodded slightly: "Okay."

Guang was still hesitating, but when the time came, if Liang didn't move, should he really withdraw.

But it turns out that he was clearly overthinking.

Before Guang opened his mouth, it seemed that only a few tens of seconds had passed, Liang let go of his hand, raised his head and smiled at Guang: "There should be no timeout."

What did Liang say?As soon as Ryo raised his head, his attention was focused on Ryo's eyes.

A pair of dark green eyes are as bright as ever, and a small self is reflected on the glass-like irises.

He carefully inspected Liang's eyes, they were not red, and then looked down at his gray sweater, what the hell, he finally let go of his hanging heart.

Fortunately, I didn't cry.

But when this idea just came up, I felt uncomfortable.

That's right, he would rather swallow all the grievances and sorrows in his stomach than let others see him cry.

This is bright.

Temporary setbacks may make him feel at a loss, but they will never restrain his progress. Instead, it is a manifestation of his worrying too much, more like his distrust of Liang.

Guang and Liang looked at each other, knowing that it was time to let go, but the arms around Liang's back seemed to be stuck, and they couldn't be removed.

"Cough, that... I'm going to wash the dishes." Guang coughed softly, as if afraid that Liang would not be prepared, and foretelled his next move.

"Okay." Liang nodded lightly, his eyes still attached to Guang's body.

Can you stop looking at me like that!Guang couldn't resist Liang's gaze, and didn't really want to leave, but he had to wash the dishes. After struggling for a while, he couldn't hold back, leaned down and kissed Liang's forehead again, and then went to get it again. tableware.

But as soon as he turned around, Ryo grabbed his wrist.

There was no choice but to turn around happily.

"Guang," Liang hesitated, as if the next sentence was too difficult to say, he swallowed a little, and finally asked Guang, softly, with a bit of embarrassment in his voice, "Where's my gift?"

Yes, December 12th.

The day of the final battle of the Throne War was also Ryo's 20th birthday.

According to Japanese law, one becomes an adult at the age of 20, but when Ryo stands at the intersection of adulthood, the first thing he needs to face is to accept the "failure" of losing the King's Head Street.

In the game of Go, losing even half an eye is also losing, just like in competitive sports, a difference of 0.01 seconds is also a gap.

Just three hours ago, Guang was still worried about whether Liang was in the mood to celebrate his birthday. At this juncture, he was worried about whether it was appropriate to mention this matter to Liang. Unexpectedly, Shou Xing himself took the initiative to open his mouth.

After the words fell, Guang almost couldn't believe his ears.

Whether it's the content of Liang Liang's words, or the almost coquettish tone in his voice.

I'm so happy, like there are countless soda bubbles, constantly bubbling into my heart.

"...Ah? Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Waiting for the light finally regained his senses from the smirk, and hurriedly nodded, fearing that Liang would go back on his word, and kept saying, "Go and sit on the sofa first." Come on!", "Wait for me!", "I'll be back soon!", and rushed towards his bedroom that existed in name only.

He only paused for half a second in front of the cabinet where the gifts were hidden, and then rushed out again in a hurry.

But when receiving the gift, the momentum was obviously so grand, but when the gift was actually handed over to Liang, Guang's demeanor seemed shy.

With a slightly red face, he handed the gift box in his hand to its new owner, then looked into Liang's eyes, and said almost reverently: "Happy birthday, Liang."

"Happy 20th birthday to you and happy forever."

On the sofa, he took the gift from Guang with both hands.

Looking into his pair of eyes that seem to be pierced with stars, Liang asked lightly, "Can I take them apart?"

Light nodded again.

Unwrapping the gift, a special handkerchief came into view. The whole handkerchief was printed with a complete chess record on the white background and navy blue lines. The chess game that won the celebrity title!And in the lower right corner of the handkerchief, Liang's name was specially printed on it.

Fingertips gently brushed the veil-like texture of the linen handkerchief, and the bright expression was a little surprised, but he still said sincerely: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Guang has been observing Liang's expression since Liang unwrapped the presents, seeing the subtle expression that flashed across Liang's face just now, his heart flickers up as if on a bridge.

"Really?" he confirmed incredulously.

"Well, really." After Liang finished speaking earnestly, he looked down at the handkerchief in his hand again.

Of course what he said was true.

It's just that this gift...is different from what he expected.

It was an accidental crash.

It was rare for him to go home early that day, and he saw Guang’s shoes in the entrance. After searching the house, he finally found him in Guang’s room.

Light room, door didn't close.

Liang held the handle and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no answer from inside.

He yelled "Light" several times in a row, but there was still no answer.

He was a little worried, so he opened the door and went into the room, and saw Guang lying on the desk, his heartbeat suddenly became chaotic, and he didn't feel relieved until he got closer and heard Guang's steady breathing.

His light was asleep.

Sweeping his gaze, he saw the words "For the newborn Xiao Xiaoliang" written on a small pink note under the right hand pressed by the light.

With just one glance, Liang's gaze could no longer be taken away.

He looked at the other small pieces of paper scattered on the table, each of which was only 5 centimeters in width and 7 centimeters in length, and some of them had already been "finished" with small metal rings.

It was written by Light to himself.Liang thought.

He couldn't wait to see what was written on it, but finally held back.

At that time, it was almost late November.

In the sunless weather, even if the windows are not open, the room is always cold and gloomy.

Thinking that his own shouts just now failed to awaken Guang, Liang's heart suddenly ached.He almost forgot that in the past few months, besides his own chess games, Guang also flew with him all over the country to explain the Celebrity Wars series.

I want Guang to sleep for a while, but I am worried that Guang will catch a cold, but after waking him up, I don't want Guang to hide it from me and prepare a gift for myself.

After thinking about it, Liang had no choice but to lightly turn on the air conditioner in the room so that the heating could warm his sleeping cub.

That day, those five-colored scrolls that I accidentally saw.

Liang originally thought that it was the birthday present Guang prepared for him...

Although he got Liang's affirmative answer, Guang still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

For a few minutes, he looked at Liang suspiciously, his brows were wrinkled, and they were about to tie into a knot.

I don't know why Guang is bothered by the matter, and Liang can't help but become serious together: "What's the matter, Guang?"

—What's the matter, Light?

Distant memories come back, that's it!

When I woke up at the desk that day, I found that the air conditioner in the room was on. When I ran out of the room and saw Liang, when I asked him casually, he answered himself with the same sentence!

Like a moment of blessing to the heart, Guang almost confirmed his guess, but still asked Liang cautiously: "Do you want any other gifts?"

Hearing this sentence, Liang was taken aback for a moment, his beautiful dark green eyes blinked, and they lit up like fireworks suddenly lighting up the night sky.

With just this one look, he knew that he had guessed right, but soon, he fell into a dilemma again.

He had already prepared that gift.

But on the day when everything was finished, looking at the multicolored paper rolls in glass bottles, he suddenly couldn't give them away.

He didn't know why, but when he read the messages Liang wrote to him, he felt so natural and comfortable, but when he thought of what he wrote, he just felt hypocritical and incomprehensible.

I'm still a little embarrassed.

But now, seeing Liang looking at him with such anticipation, Guang was a little shaken again.

He hesitated for a long time, and asked again without giving up: "Are you sure?"

Liang nodded without hesitation.

"Really shabby! You'll be disappointed!"

"No." Light said emphatically.

"I, let me put my ugly words first. If you don't like it, you don't support returning it!"

"it is good."

"Only accept five-star praise!"

"it is good."

Light:"……"

Now there is really no way out.

Guangyan watched him jump step by step into the hole he dug with his own hands, finally gave up struggling, turned around and went to the room to take out the gift that had been hidden for a long time.

That is a time bottle.

Hikaru called it this way, and it was filled with what he wanted to say to Ryo from 1 to 100 years old.

It's easy to do, just write what you want to say on a piece of colorful paper, roll it up, stuff it into a small metal ring to fix it, put it into a glass bottle with a pearlescent filament as the bottom, and finally close it with a cork Just plug it up.

But it took 12 points of courage just to send out the gift.

Seeing that Liang took off the cork and wanted to look at the scroll inside, Guang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, but was in vain——

Liang held the glass bottle with both hands, retracted it to his side, and successfully avoided Guang's first round of attack: "No, Guang, you gave it to me, and I will always see it."

"I don't care!" While speaking, Guang rushed towards Liang again, launching a second round of attack.

At the moment when Guang was about to grab the time bottle, Liang stretched out his left hand and raised the time bottle to the mid-air beyond the reach of light: "But if you give it to me, it is already mine!"

"Anyway, you can't look in front of me!" Guang insisted, and almost his whole body was pressed against Liang's body.

Although it had been a while, and what was written in it, Guang's goldfish head was a little blurred, but he could still clearly recall some words and phrases.

For example: There is a professional Go player named Hikari Shinto who loves you very much.

As for such red-faced words, why he didn't throw them away at the beginning, and let it get mixed up in other scrolls, he couldn't trace it back.

Take it all... be merciful.

After making a fuss like this for a few times, Liang finally stopped teasing the light, and after sitting up with him, stroking his back, leaning on the light, he put the cork back into the mouth of the bottle: "Okay, I won't open it in front of you. "

Just as he was talking, Liang's mobile phone rang suddenly.

Liang took out the phone and glanced at it, as if frozen, without moving for a long while.

Noticing Liang's abnormality, Guang tilted his head. After seeing the caller clearly on the screen, he calmed down a little, and asked Liang with a side face: "Aren't you going to answer?"

Liang looked at the light, then looked at the phone again, seemed to have just recovered, finally picked up the phone, and then listened to the other side of the phone saying: "Happy birthday, Xiao Liang."

The author has something to say:

In other words, when a certain Xiong was writing an article, I Di Gua Gua was also writing hard.

And when I finished writing, I did quack quack and he was still writing, and I didn’t know what to write, laughing and crying. jpg…