Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 995 Wheel Chess

"Hello grandpa."

A greeting that didn't seem familiar or impolite successfully brought Mr. Han back from his distant thoughts.

There was a hint of kindness on his age-stained face, and his old voice sounded, "Hello."

Bingci sat down face to face with the two old men.

Before he opened his mouth, Mr. Ghost greeted him warmly: "Let's play chess and see if your chess skills have deteriorated over the years."

As expected, Bingci made no excuses.

However, Old Man Han suddenly spoke, "Children, would you like to play a game with me, old man?"

Bingci was a little hesitant. The master was still waiting for him outside, just waiting for her to play a game of chess.

Before he agreed, the Ghost Curator spoke, "Mr. Han, next time, I'll let you and the kids get off next time. Today we'll get off first and you watch. The kids will have to catch the ride with their friends after they get off."

"In that case, let's play wheel chess!" Mr. Han suddenly suggested, a hint of seriousness flashing in his kind eyes.

After a pause, Bingci looked into the old man's eyes and didn't understand why he was hostile to her.

Fortunately, the hostility is not very great.

"Wagon chess?!" The Ghost Curator smiled unabashedly.

However, when Mr. Han saw his excited expression, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he hurriedly added: "You and I are playing chess with this kid at the same time."

The Ghost Curator opened his mouth and revealed it without hesitation, "Just say you don't dare to go one-on-one."

Mr. Han stopped talking and glanced at him profoundly.

His eyes were neither cold nor indifferent.

Just at this glance, Bingci felt inexplicably familiar.

It really looks like a great god!

When the elders were talking to each other, she had no role to interrupt. She just waited for the two of them to decide what to do, and she did it.

He showed no impatience during the whole process, and even made a pot of good tea for the two old people.

"You have praised this kid so much. Can I prove what you said?"

"I think you are just targeting the younger generation, relying on the old and betraying the old."    "You are really right."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Han would admit so frankly, and Bingci paused while pouring tea.

Mr. Han glanced over with his deep eyes and asked her bluntly: "You should have noticed that you and I are strangers, but I am dissatisfied with you. I want to know what you think?"

Bingci put down the teapot, sat upright, thought for a moment, and replied, "It has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with you. If others hate you, how can you stay out of it?" Mr. Han was a little aggressive.

Bingci didn't let him wait too long, and said solemnly: "Whether you love or hate, it is always someone else's business. He hates me because he is that kind of person, and he loves me because he is that kind of person. He is Whether it is good or bad is decided by the individual and has nothing to do with me.”

"You mean, it's my problem that I'm dissatisfied with you?" Mr. Han pretended to be angry.

But Bingci smiled and continued to explain: "Grandpa misunderstood, people have seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, desire, life, death, ears, eyes, mouth, nose, and six desires arising from the ears. , the younger generation believes that others should be allowed to have the right to do what they want."

"You see clearly!" Mr. Han couldn't tell what his emotions were when he said this.

During the conversation, the wheel battle has already begun.

Mr. Han's attack was fierce, but Bingci used softness to overcome strength, using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

After placing a chess piece, go to Gui Lao's game.

She was sitting between two merged chessboards, her brain calculating wildly.

Playing chess with two people at the same time requires extraordinary computing power and memory.

In front of two old men with equal chess skills, it would be a lie to say that there is no pressure. As soon as Bingci put down a chess piece, the crisp sound of the chess piece hitting the ground sounded in his left ear. The fast chess played by Mr. Han was very aggressive. On the other hand, in the ghost hall It grows very slowly, and every step must be carefully considered and thought through.

This was fast and slow, and the two people with completely different chess styles seemed to complement each other, making Bingci dare not be careless in the slightest.

An hour passed.

There were only a few sounds of falling chess pieces in the chess room.

"despair!"

"despair!"

"despair!"

(End of this chapter)