Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

"What, is it ugly?"

Cheng Du glanced at Fang Zhimo who had been smiling since just now, and asked.

"No."

Fang Zhimo looked at the glasses whose weight could crush the bridge of a person's nose, pursed his lips and said solemnly: "It's okay, it's pretty good-looking."

Cheng Du didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but Fang Zhimo's smile made him feel something was wrong.

He looked around, walked up to a Santana with black sun film on the side of the road, and flipped the glasses on his nose to the car window.

"It's not that exaggerated..."

The reflective effect of the solar film is not very good, Cheng Du talked to himself, and moved closer to him, wanting to take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, the window of the car was rolled open suddenly at this time, and a middle-aged uncle couldn't help looking at him: "Children, it's so stinky, isn't it? The glass in my car doesn't work well? Why don't you take off the reflector and borrow it for you?" look?"

"no, I'm fine."

Cheng Du hurriedly took two steps back, dragged Fang Zhimo who was gloating beside him, and ran away.

The two laughed for a while while running, and stopped in front of a building.

Fang Zhimo thoughtlessly said, "Hey, Xueba, do you like playing chess?"

Cheng Du glanced at the signboard hanging by the gate, and the words "Workers' Mass Art Museum, District X, City B" were quite eye-catching.

Before he had time to talk to him, he saw Fang Zhimo walking in as if he had arrived at his own house, and hurriedly called to him, "Hey, isn't this the group art gallery? Can you just come in?"

Fang Zhimo smiled and raised his eyebrows: "That's it."

Cheng Du glanced at his watch, it was still early, so he followed.

Walking inside, Cheng Du found that there were many tricks here. There was a piano room, a chess room, a chess room, a calligraphy and painting room, and among them, the Go room was the largest and had the most people.

The reason is simple. There was a "Go craze" in the 90s-[-]s.

The people at that time were slapped in the face by the "Neon Old Lady Sweeping the Chess World of Country Z" incident in the 60s, and everyone was gearing up. Therefore, after ten years of dark times, the long-suppressed chess world of Country Z suddenly set off a wave of excitement. There is a "National Go craze", from old men and women aged 80 to [-], to nursing babies aged [-], [-], [-], all of them are trying their best to compete with neighboring countries. Our country's "national chess".

Cheng Du walked into the Go room, and found that there were crowds of uncles and uncles crowded around every table playing chess, some with pots in their mouths, some with skewers on their plates, and some with empty pipes in their mouths to get addicted, all kinds of things. , of all kinds.

There is also a large vertical chessboard in the innermost part, which is used for live broadcasting the game when the competition is held. A chess piece can be the size of a human head.

Fang Zhimo was standing there, looking up at the mess on the wall.

The child's eyes moved up and down the chess game, with deep eyes, it could be seen that he was very serious.

Cheng Du also looked up following his gaze, and saw that the white chess was swift and fierce, and the black chess was weakening, struggling to survive between the cracks, and it was difficult to continue.

Cheng Du was about to say something, but Fang Zhimo had already looked away, pointed to the free chess table aside with a smile and said, "Xueba, do you want to play the next game?"

In City B at that time, children of all ages knew a little bit of Go, just like the children of today know a little bit of table tennis.

But Cheng Du's chess skills can't be called superb, it can only be said to be above average, the kind that can kill the master with a lot of punches.

Seeing that Fang Zhimo was in high spirits, Cheng Du couldn't say anything. After all, he was short-handed and had new lenses on his nose, so it was no big deal to play chess with him.

So the two of them set up the chessboard, randomly guessed the first and second moves, and started to play.

Cheng Du held the black first, and he had some reservations at first, but when he found out that Fang Zhimo was recruiting and forcing people and killing them all, he finally understood that the opponent was probing him, so he changed his previous style of chess and cleaned up the battlefield. Expansion of territory.

Fang Zhimo seemed to find it interesting, and Zhizi entangled him for dozens of tricks.

Just when the two of you were coming and going, an uncle with a green jade pot in his mouth saw them from a distance, and said loudly as he walked, "Hey, Fang Xiaomo! I haven't seen you back for a long time, why don't you come back?" , After entering the base, you don’t know our gang of stinky chess players?”

When Fang Zhimo saw someone coming, he stood up and said with a smile, "Why, am I here? Uncle Zhou, how are you doing recently? Have you made any breakthroughs?"

"Hey, the old bone is broken, what breakthrough can we make?" Uncle Zhou shook his head and sighed, suddenly remembered something, and patted Fang Zhimo's shoulder with bright eyes, "It's you, little guy, listen Let’s talk about the ‘Tomorrow Cup’ friendly match between City B and City T, did you make it to the final? When and where will you compete? I’ll cheer you on!”

Knowing that Mo was suddenly slapped, he coughed twice and moved away a little: "Yes, at the end of this month, I will be at the base, welcome to come and see."

Uncle Zhou exclaimed twice, and was about to pat Fang Zhimo's shoulder again. Fang Zhimo hurriedly pretended to bow his head to tie his shoelaces, and avoided it.

Uncle Zhou still didn't give up, took a sip of the tea from the green jade pot, and shouted to the surroundings: "Hey, folks, our little genius from City B is about to represent us in the battle against City T, right here in City B!" Go training base, everyone go to observe and observe, improve the level."

Uncle Zhou's voice was quite loud, everyone looked over when he shouted.

Many uncles in the group art hall knew Fang Zhimo, and they all came to congratulate him: "Oh, I said who it is, isn't this Fang Xiaomo is back. Come, come, come, play two rounds with uncle before leaving."

There were also people who didn't know about Fang Zhimo, and secretly asked, "Who is this kid?"

The people next to him glanced at him and explained with a smile: "You don't even know about him? The young genius from our group art center defeated our teacher Wu at the group art center at the age of 6, and won the amateur 10th dan in the international competition at the age of 8. Talented player! But, it’s no wonder you don’t know him. Our teacher Wu couldn’t teach him, so he was sent to the training base for training early! Let’s just say that in private, I heard that he is very It is possible to develop into a professional player."

"Hey, so powerful? I can't tell, she's so small, she looks so cute."

"So, ah, this is called not to be judged by appearance..."

The discussion around them was getting louder and louder, and they didn't care about the protagonist in the conversation at all, and the two of them were instantly drowned out by the noise.

Cheng Du was not very good at dealing with this kind of situation, so he pulled Fang Zhimo's sleeve and pointed to the time on his hand. Fang Zhimo understood, and quickly waved his hand and said, "No, Uncle Liu, I still have class in the afternoon, so that's it." Let's go, next time, come next time, I will play with you alone."

After Fang Zhimo finished speaking, he winked at Cheng Du, and the two rushed out of the crowd by virtue of their height advantage.

"I just heard from Uncle Zhou that you have a competition at the end of the month?"

After finally getting out of the crowd, the two got on the bus. Cheng Du asked, remembering the "Tomorrow Cup" friendly match that the uncle with the jade pot in his mouth just said.

The "Tomorrow Cup" friendly match is a fixed event that is held every two years in City B and City T, and all the top players from the two cities are selected.Fang Zhimo's ability to enter the final shows that his level is definitely not as good as when he played against him just now.

This guy just hid his clumsiness.

"Ah, yes. There is a final, and there is also a competition for the third place," Fang Zhimo muttered to himself looking at the bright sun outside the window, "My opponent seems to be not easy this time."

Cheng Du didn't ask any more questions, and silently wrote down the time of the game, planning to go and see it when the time comes.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way, until when they got off the bus, they saw an old man selling wicker fish next to the station.

The wicker fish is a very small fish, a little smaller than a goldfish, with a transparent body and a fast swimming speed. It often swims in groups of three or four in the water, looking very cute.

The old man packed the wicker fish in a transparent plastic ball, added water plants and stones inside, and it became a very popular toy among elementary school students——

"Ecological Ball".

This so-called "ecological ball" only temporarily maintains the circulation of oxygen and food inside, and the fish inside will still die if left for a long time.

Fang Zhimo just glanced at it and immediately sneered. He felt that this was simply depriving other living beings of their right to live. If he hadn't seen that the life of the elderly was not easy, he would have gone up and reasoned with them.

However, just as he turned around to leave, Cheng Du gave him a hand and asked, "Do you still have any money with you?"

Fang Zhimo was taken aback, then frowned and said, "You want to buy this kind of thing?"

When Fang Zhimo spoke, the "contempt, disgust, disgust, and dissatisfaction" on his face almost overflowed.

However, Cheng Du just glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "Lend me ten yuan."

"Ten yuan?" Fang Zhimo was a little surprised, "How much do you want to buy?"

At that time, the price was not high, and this kind of small ecological ball was only two or three cents each. Cheng Du asked him to borrow ten yuan. Could it be that he wanted to buy the whole stall?

Fang Zhimo struggled for a while, but still took out ten yuan from his pocket: "Here."

"Thank you, I will pay you back tomorrow."

Cheng Du took the money, negotiated the price with the old man, and bought all the fish on the stall for only eight yuan.

Fang Zhimo stared dumbfounded at Cheng Du running over with little balls strung in a string around his neck, and asked helplessly, "You like this very much?"

Cheng Du had fish hanging on his body, and his appearance looked funny: "I don't like it, I plan to take them and release them. Do you know where there is a river?"

Fang Zhimo was stunned for a while, then said with a smile, "I know there is a stream near the state-owned factory in Fengbu, and the water is quite clear."

"Okay, let's go there."