Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Wang Jinyi was fully engaged in the chess game with his father, while his mother watched the game quietly, standing behind her husband and studying the chess game.

Huh? Why has my daughter's chess style changed? When she was playing against me just now, my daughter played aggressively and fiercely, like a brave general who always considered the overall situation.

Now the style of chess has changed into a trap with each step being linked together. The white pieces keep laying out their moves, and the black and white pieces have made hundreds of moves without them noticing. Both sides still have some energy left in the chess game, and if the fight continues, they can continue to fight for hundreds more moves.

In the silent room, no one felt the passage of time, and no one noticed that it was getting dark.

In Wang Jinyi’s previous life, he studied Go in the Children’s Palace for a while. Just when he was showing some interest, he stopped because he learned too many different things and it affected his studies.

I made significant progress in memorizing chess manuals a while ago. In addition, I reviewed and discussed the games with a mature chess player every day while memorizing the chess manuals. It was like awakening my dormant genes.

Now that I have suddenly met two equally powerful opponents, I feel a rare sense of comfort.

In the end, the mother simply sat next to her father, watching the chess game while pouring tea and handing handkerchiefs to the two of them.

The two of them were tired of sitting, so they stood up and walked around, then turned back to make a move. The father took the round fan from the mother's hand and gently patted it on his chest.

Wang Jinyi had her mother serving her closely, fanning her from behind.

There was a servant outside the door reporting back. My mother gestured with her hand, walked to the door to listen to the report, and nodded slightly.

He returned to the chessboard and coughed twice.

"Doctor Zheng is here for a follow-up visit. Let's go here first."

The mother spoke softly, and the two of them, who were so absorbed in their thoughts on the chessboard, did not respond. The mother gently stroked her daughter's furry hair.

When Doctor Zheng and little Zheng Yan entered the room, they saw a chess game in full swing and a father and daughter who were fully engaged in the game.

Doctor Zheng felt Wang Jinyi's pulse, and Wang Jinyi used her other hand to make a move. Her father withdrew from the chess game first and explained to Doctor Zheng with a smile,

"Sorry, Wangyou Qingle is at the chessboard. I'm sorry for the delay. Brother Zheng, please forgive me!"

Wang Jinyi played two different styles of Go in two games today and came to the conclusion that playing Go requires very good memory and reasoning ability, otherwise it is impossible to talk about winning or losing.

As soon as Doctor Zheng entered the door, he was amazed at the cultural atmosphere of the Wang family. They even used their hands to talk to their children. He really admired them.

Today, little Zheng Yan was allowed to come in, and he has been wanting to find the girl who wrote the vernacular story. Who could write the story of exorcising demons and monsters so vividly?

Doctor Zheng came in and felt the pulse of a tiny girl, nodding and saying,

"Now that I have recovered from my illness, I still need to think less and worry less, and forget about my worries, so that I can get rid of the root of the disease."

Zheng Yan looked at the book "Red Star Over China" in his hand and asked hesitantly:

"Can I see the stars in the night sky?"

Wang Jinyi turned around suddenly, as if struck by lightning, stared at Zheng Yan and spoke hastily:

"Who are you looking for? Tell me who you are looking for?"

Everyone in the room was startled by Wang Jinyi's exclamation.

Zheng Yan was obviously frightened. He was afraid to speak and tried to probe woodenly:

"I want to find the author of this book. I like the story she wrote and want her to sign it for me..."

Zheng Yan was frightened by Wang Jinyi's wide eyes and his voice gradually became smaller. Finally, he dared not speak again.

Wang Jinyi asked:

"Do you know what the next line of 'Stars in the Night Sky' is?"

Zheng Yan shook his head gently. Wang Jinyi became anxious and yelled:

"So you came to look for the 'stars in the night sky'?"

Zheng Yan held the pile of books in his hand in front of him and pushed them in front of Wang Jinyi.

"I want an autograph..."

Wang Jinyi then realized that this was not Chen Zhiyuan who came to look for her.

For some reason, I suddenly felt upset.

Lightly said: "Oh!"

Then he regained his composure and asked:

"You want me to leave you a message, what should I write?"

Doctor Zheng and Zheng Yan both looked up to confirm that the tiny girl was right. It was her.

In order to ease the rudeness of his daughter and give both parties a way out, the father

"Let's go to the study and write."

I interrupted her to ease the embarrassment caused by my daughter.

It was the first time that Wang Jinyi was allowed to enter her father's study.

Generally speaking, scholars attach great importance to their study and will not let others in easily.

Today was all about easing the tension. Just now, his daughter was roaring at Zheng Yan like a little leopard, so Wang Shuli asked again:

"Zheng Yan must like this story very much! Look, he bought a set of books himself."

"Sir, no, I didn't buy it! This book is very difficult to buy.

Hehehe, I exchanged it with someone else."

"Oh? Can I change it?"

"I posted the book exchange notices in the East Market. If someone sees them and wants to exchange with me, we can make a deal."

Wang Jinyi's depressed mood was instantly dispelled. He leaned his head forward and put on a smiling expression.

"Let me see your book. Which one did you exchange? How did you exchange it?"

Seeing that his idol was so understanding, Zheng Yan took a few steps forward and placed the book on the desk.

He sorted the books out and separated them, pointing to each pile and saying:

"These two are mine, and this one belongs to my uncle. These two were exchanged, and this one was borrowed to copy."

Listening to Zheng Yan's story, Wang Jinyi was not distracted at all by the popularity of his book, and all his energy was focused on posting the "book exchange stickers" in the East Market.

Before Zheng Yan finished speaking, Wang Jinyi interrupted and asked:

"Where do you put the 'Book Exchange Post'?"

Zheng Yan found that his idol was interested in what he said, and said seriously:

"Oh, either the East Market or the West Market will do. There is a wall where you can write down the goods you want to exchange or the things you have lost and stick them on the wall. I wrote a book exchange note based on theirs."

Zheng Yan smiled embarrassedly.

"But I only exchanged one book. I still have one book that I haven't exchanged yet. Only after I exchange it will I have a whole set of books."

"Did you enjoy this story?"

"do not you know?"

Zheng Yan was surprised that Wang Jinyi didn't know how popular she was. She looked up at her idol and didn't say anything for a moment.

"What? Know what?"

"This book is very difficult to buy. You need to pre-order it. Some people can't buy it even if they pre-order it."

Wang Jinyi thought: What are they doing? They are using hunger marketing. All businessmen are dishonest. They even use this method to sell books.

Wang Jinyi stood up and walked outside the main hall to whisper a few words to the nurse. After a while, the nurse came back with two copies of "Journey to the West".

"Miss, Zhu Yu said there are only these two copies of this book left. They were all given as rewards to Tai Sheng Rice Shop in the past two months."

Wang Jinyi nodded, tucked the book under his arm, and walked into the main hall.

"These two books were given to me by the bookstore when I published my book. I am giving them to you to thank you for liking the stories I wrote."

In fact, Wang Jinyi wanted to say, thank you for providing me with a "bright place", a great place to find people and make myself famous, but I had never thought of the "bulletin wall".