The ten-year trace of the soul of chess

Qualified as a professional chess player at the age of 13;

Won the first title of his career at the age of 19;

Later, in the year of reaching the crown, he successfully won the title of celebrity.

In the Japanese chess world, no matter which one of the above three points is achieved, it is enough to be dazzling, let alone someone who has the three in one, and even has a handsome and elegant appearance and a tall and straight figure at the same time.

It's really hard to teach people to turn a blind eye.

Since Liang won the title of celebrity, it seems that there is a tendency to strike while the iron is hot. In the following two weeks, there have been an endless stream of invitations for interviews and instructors. Even the editors of several shogi magazines are also happy to join in. Human beings are born with infinite curiosity about Ta Yaliang all night long. It would be a great pity in life if we were not lucky enough to see his true face.The complicated work came one after another.

Some can be pushed away, but some... but because of the burden of Tao and righteousness on their shoulders, they can only accept it.

Just when Liang was exhausted and overwhelmed, he suddenly saw a very familiar name among these invitations.

Still meet at the coffee shop.

Although they haven't seen each other for a long time, neither of them seems to have changed.

After the simple greetings, when Liang and Guang sat down on the deck, Igarashi handed a proposal to the two of them, and said straight to the point: "I have a friend who works in an animation production company, and their company intends to produce A juvenile animation with the theme of Go, during the animation production process, some content wants to use the two as the prototype of the story, and I want to invite the two to be the Go supervisor of this animation."

"This is the plan he drafted. I wonder if the two of you are interested?"

For the people in front of her, she always seems to be able to give them the most unexpected "choices".

As he and Liang looked at each other, a clue crossed Guang's mind, causing him to thump, but it came so quickly that the future drifted away before he could grasp it.

Either way.

He was not in a hurry to express his opinion. In the following time, Igarashi's explanation was the main one. Liang Heguang read the materials in his hand while listening, and only occasionally asked questions about some of the contents.

Throughout the conversation, it seemed that they knew that the other party had noticed something, and Guang and Liang were no longer deliberately alienated like when they met Igarashi for the first time.

After the drinks were served, they took white sugar, handed paper towels, and read the proposals together. Everything seemed to flow smoothly, and it happened so tacitly, so it was only natural.

Igarashi sat across from the two of them watching and watching, and couldn't help but feel that this was very good.

Toya Ryo and Shindo Hikaru, if they can always be "themselves", it will be commendable.

In the planning case, all production teams and production progress are analyzed in detail and listed one by one.

In other words, even without the help of the two of them, this project is already on the line.

Faced with such an excellent opportunity to promote Go, it would be a lie to say that he is not impressed, but after all, it still involves the interests of the chess academy.

Whether it is feasible to sign the cooperation intention privately, whether it will have an impact on Nihon Kiin, and the possible chain reaction behind this series of actions are all open to discussion. Until the end of the meeting, Ryo and Hikari only informed that they would seriously consider it.

But these words are enough for Igarashi.

After all, there was only one hour to meet.

Igarashi never expected to make a decision based on this moment alone—even though she selfishly hoped that the two would agree, and seeing the light, the light had already made her attitude clear, she stopped talking and made the two of them agree. Say goodbye to them at the door of the cafe.

When saying goodbye, she only said: "If you want to, please contact me anytime."

As for the chess academy, Liang immediately thought of Kato Koichi, the head of the chess academy.

After he explained the plan submitted by Igarashi to Kato Koichi, he only heard the chairman's hearty laughter from the other end of the phone.

He said: "I have no reason not to agree to such a win-win thing."

Although there are still doubts in Shi Shiguang's heart at that time, can an animation work that can be called an unpopular theme really bring some help to the prosperity of Japanese Go?

It turned out later that he underestimated himself and the power of anime too much.Of course, this is for another day.

Without the concerns of the Chess Institute, the cooperation seems to be almost inseparable.

And that night, when they were leaning against the head of the bed and chatting together after washing, Liang's words finally made this cross-border cooperation a certainty.

Next to Liang, half leaning on his shoulder, Guang heard Liang say, "I have an idea."

In the bedroom, the wall lamps are faint, reflecting the faces of the two people.

Slightly sitting up and looking at the side face of the person next to him, the thoughts that he hadn't grasped during the day came back to his mind in a flash, and the light almost immediately understood the bright thoughts: "You don't think..."

"Yeah." Liang nodded slightly, "Even if it's just an animation, I want more people to know about Mr. Fujiwara's existence, his life, and his past."

The truth is often hidden between reality and fiction.

Since it is an animation, there is too much room for shaping and portraying beyond reality.

It also brings possibility to more "absurd".

So, after the meeting that afternoon, only a week later, Shindo Hikaru and Toya Ryo reached a cooperation agreement with the producer under Igarashi's matchmaking.

During the entire negotiation process, the producer showed [-]% sincerity. They assured Liang and Guang that they would review the script first after the script had been created.

Liang and Guang also promised that they would fully cooperate and would not give too much attention to the post-production.

From the beginning to the end, Liang He Guang hardly made any amendments to the letter of intent for cooperation provided by the producer.

They all agreed to the terms of the letter of intent.

The only point, Liang said: "This work, if possible, I hope you can consider naming it "Soul of Chess"."

Chess, soul.

The soul of the chess god, a thousand years of obsession.

Even though it is no longer visible to the naked eye, Zuowei has never disappeared.

His existence has long been integrated into our life trajectory and has become an indelible part of our life.

I don't know if it was due to my state of mind, but when I walked out of the production company and walked all the way to the downtown area, I felt a sense of fulfillment in my heart that I had never had before.

He was clearly still walking on the road, but he couldn't help laughing out loud.

His body also seemed to be out of control and kept bumping towards Liang's side. When he met Shang Liang's inquiring gaze, Guang quickly shook his head and restrained himself a little, but the corners of his lips still curled into an irrepressible smile.

At this moment, the low voices of pedestrians suddenly came from the ears.

As soon as Guang looked up, he saw flakes of white velvet snow falling down from the lead gray sky like thousands of cotton wool.

Stretching out his palm to hold a piece of falling snow, seeing the crystals melt in the palm of his hand, Guang suddenly remembered a haiku that he had seen by chance before.

"I know this world is as short as dewdrops, but, however..."[1]

But Rao is so...

When the eyes turned to the light again, the light smiled lightly again, but even so, they finally forcibly let the world have more traces of Zuo Wei's past.

Even if there are only a few people who know.

Once time enters December, it seems to fly by like fast forward.

At the end of the year, perhaps the mothers of the two families had "planned for a long time", and perhaps it was because Mr. Shinto was still recovering in the mansion, but when asked by chance, the two families of Shinto and Taya hit it off and said Well, on the last night of 19, the two families gathered together in the Fuji house.

On weekdays, the dining table for three people is still ample, but once it increases to seven people, it is obviously a bit stretched.

But it doesn't matter.

The whole family gathers to eat together, and the three generations live under the same roof, and the lights are even more amiable [2].

Night fell slowly.

At the dinner table in the evening, there were not many words.

But throughout the dinner, there was always a certain indescribable atmosphere.

The two mothers seemed to be unable to see their own sons, and kept adding vegetables to the bowls of their sons sitting opposite.

Occasionally, Akiko picks up a few slices of carrots in Guang's bowl, and Liang deliberately puts them into her own bowl, but Mitsuko glares at her, so she has to retract her chopsticks.A certain light was chatting, and the salty pig's hand sneaked under the table and pinched someone's thigh, and he had no choice but to enjoy it on his face.

As for the other side, the three men were chatting happily. Masao Shinto and Toyayuki met each other's eyes. Without saying a word, they filled the teacups at the same time. They just wanted to salute the old man with tea instead of wine, but they were caught. The two juniors took the lead——

Also filled the cups with drinks, Liang and Guang stood up together, and raised their glasses to all the elders. Seeing this, the mothers of the two families also stood up one after another. In the end, the whole family toasted together, and the cups touched each other crisply.

Respect for health, respect for peace, and for all the success in the coming year.

This night, after all, I didn't go to join in the fun, and went to Meiji Shrine to pay homage.

After dinner, Taya and his wife sat down for a while, then took their leave.

Standing at the gate of Jinteng's house and watching their parents drive away, Liang and Guang turned back to the house.

Tonight, they lived in Jinteng House.

Unlike last year, this time, they finally did not sleep separately.

After the two finished washing, Mitsuko finally acquiesced in Hikaru's move to take Liang upstairs—hikari's bedroom is on the second floor.There is only one bedroom on the second floor.

But it was like a telepathic connection between mother and child, when he led Liang to the middle of the stairs, Guang suddenly turned around, and then saw his mother standing at the top of the stairs on the first floor just like when he turned around just now looking at him.

With a distance of more than ten meters, the eyes of the mother and the child meet unexpectedly. Just trying to observe the expression on the mother's face, apart from being relieved, it seems that they have also captured a hidden worry that has not been put away in time.

My heart flickered and I pulled it.

His lips parted slightly, and he was about to say something, but Mitsuko spoke first.

Looking at the silly son who was stunned in the middle of the stairs, she said: "What are you still doing? Go back to the room and rest!"

In the voice, it seems to be urging and resentful, like the exhortation and dissatisfaction between ordinary mother and child.

Just looking at Mitsuko, holding Ryo's hand did not let go, but the sockets of his eyes were hot.

He called out in a low voice, "Mother."

At that moment, there seemed to be thousands of words gliding between the teeth, and there was a moment of silence, but they only said: "You also go to bed early, good night."

"Good night."

Then, turn around, go upstairs, and close the door.

If Cai Cai could barely control his emotions just now, when he went upstairs and saw the double quilt neatly spread on the bed, Guang could no longer control it.

Since confessing to his parents, Hikari often takes Liang home for a walk, but never stays overnight at Shinto's house.

Not to mention, the two are in the same room.

He didn't dare to think about how hard his mother had spent this past year to understand a group like them, and how much effort she had spent before finally accepting his son's choice.

After entering the room, silence hovered between the two of them.

With his back to Liang, standing beside the bed, Guang knew that he must be very strange now.

Ryo would be worried if he kept silent.

He had to say something, right now, right now, right now.

But right now his mind is empty, and the language lexicon seems to have been formatted.

He couldn't say a word.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. It stands to reason that he should be happy to have his mother's approval, but his heart felt abnormally sore.

Still a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging him tightly from behind, wrapping his arms around them, and then with a sudden force, he was brought into a broad and warm embrace.

A warm breath hit his neck.

He heard the owner of these hands say: "There is no need to deliberately say something, just, I understand."

"Remember what you said to grandpa when you were in the hospital that night?"

"We will definitely prove to them that their choice is not wrong."

"We will definitely be better than we are now."

"I promise you that."

For no reason, my heart, which was still a little ups and downs, suddenly sank after these words.

I really want to turn around and "question" the person who hugged me, why are you so sure?

But precisely because the person who led him to land was Taya Ryo, the lover he entrusted all his trust to, he believed everything he said.

Slowly, even the gloom between the light eyebrows disappeared without a trace.

He turned around with a smile, put his arms around Liang's waist, and kissed the corner of Liang's lips.

He said, "I know."

Although I haven't returned for a long time, the room is still the same as before.

The bed is still the same single bed, it used to be enough for one person to lie on it, but if two people lie on it, it will be a bit cramped.

But maybe, the reason why it is a single bed is to allow two people to hug each other more tightly.

It's like a high-sounding excuse to get closer.

That night.

Black and dark green hair are intertwined and intertwined on the white pillowcase.

The quilts must have been specially dried to welcome them, and the pillows and quilts are full of the fragrance of being exposed to the sun.

The night is gentle, and a line of white teeth shines into the house.

Once the human voice is removed, the sound of the clock moving is particularly abrupt.

There is no low cabinet next to the single bed, and before lying down, I just take my mobile phone and press it under the pillow.

Liang put his arms around him and asked softly, what are you doing with your phone?

Guang didn't answer, just approached him and kissed his lips.

It was supposed to be a night when the time and place were right, and they embraced each other, but they didn't do too many intimate things.

Lie face to face like this, with Liang hugging his waist, talking intermittently with or without words.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight vibration under the pillow.

Guang immediately took out the phone and lit up the phone screen.

Time display: 23:58.

The time is just right.

Guang then deliberately called up the clock interface with milliseconds, as if performing some kind of ritual, couldn't restrain his excitement, and followed the approach of the new year, quietly counting down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

In the middle of the countdown, Liang found that Liang was only looking at him dotingly, and then pretended to be dissatisfied and bumped into Liang's shoulder: "You come too!"

While speaking, another second passed.

Liang followed and counted down softly: "Five, four, three..."

When he was about to shout "two", Guang didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly turned over and pressed Liang under him.

The duvet on his body slid down his shoulders and fell to his waist. In the dim moonlight room, he used the tip of his index finger to gently draw the bridge of his lover's tall nose as if in a daze, winding from the center of the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, and then suddenly bent down. Get down, and include all the numbers that Liang didn't say into the long kiss in the first second of the new year.

Outside the window, the moonlight seems to be having a midnight carnival.

The silhouette of Chuochuo is like a huge mirror, behind the bright light, it projects every bit of what happened in the past year——

Looking back on the past year.

They participated in the coming-of-age ceremony together;

moved once;

Grandpa was hospitalized after falling...

Fortunately, it is now recovering well!

I finally won the title of Honinbo;

Liang followed him, yes, Liang "must" follow him, and went to Beijing once;

And, more!

Liang successfully won the title of celebrity!

Ah, yes...

In the air, there was an extremely small, almost negligible chuckle.

Almost forgot,

That is, in this year, I secretly signed an indefinite contract with Liang.

With the heart as the medium, it will last forever.

In the air, the sound of rubbing lips and tongues gradually faded, and finally let go of the bright lips.

When the lover's face was imprinted on the bottom of the pupil again, the light in the eyes flickered slightly, as if the inside was filled with the scenery of lakes and mountains, and there seemed to be clusters of candles.

"Happy new year, kirakira."

"Happy New Year, Light."

Fearing that he would catch a cold, he hurriedly covered his bare shoulders with the duvet, and took him back into his arms.

When I closed my eyes and embraced the light and fell asleep, Liang suddenly remembered again.

In the 20th year of Heisei, before he knew it, it was the tenth year of his acquaintance with Guang.

Note [1]: I know that this world is as short as dewdrops, but, however. —— Kobayashi Yicha.

Note [2]: The family sits idle, the lights are friendly - Wang Zengqi's "Winter".

The author has something to say:

Ah~~ It's finally the tenth year of Guangguang's acquaintance.

Maybe everyone feels it too. After this chapter, this article will officially enter the countdown to the end.

Due to the slow hand speed, the writing style is not very good, and I am still allowed to think slowly, brew slowly, and then write slowly.

Thank you for your company all the time, thank you, refill!

Also comes with a [Small Theater]——

On a certain day in late November, in a rental apartment.

Liang Heguang was preparing dinner in the kitchen when the phone rang.

Hearing that Liang had a business to discuss, just as Guang wanted to retreat, he was grabbed by someone's arms and pulled into his arms again.

Due to being too close, a certain light was forced to listen to a corner.

I saw a certain gentleman frowned slightly, and repeated: December 12th?

It seems to be about a certain amateur Go exchange meeting to be held in Osaka in December.

I don't know what the other party said. Someone glanced at it and declined politely: If it's December 12, I'm sorry I can't participate. December 14th is my birthday, on this day I have to go home early to receive "gifts".

A certain light imprisoned in someone's arms: ...

When Mou Liang hung up the phone, he frowned and smiled and asked the person in his arms: You heard what I just said, right?

As soon as his face burned red, a certain light silently turned his face away: No, I didn't hear anything...