Chapter 749 Hopeless City (17)
Zhou Ye has been eating at the old couple's house recently, and after eating, he plays chess with the old man.
The chessboard was picked up by the old man from the garbage pile at the edge of the center. There were things left over many years ago, but most of them were gradually buried over time. He dug this chessboard from the soil, and the chess pieces were The old man carved them out of wood one by one, and they were easy to use.
"In the past, there were many people as old as me in the city who could take out this chessboard and use it. Now those old people are almost done walking, and only me and a few people with inconvenient legs and feet are left. I can't walk." He couldn't come in the past, so the chessboard was put on hold."
The old man rubbed the flat chess piece in his hand and sighed. It was only now that he could see a bit of melancholy on his face.
Zhou Ye glanced at him, then defeated him with an expressionless face and said calmly.
"Don't think about those sad things at such an old age. Your wife's steamed buns are so delicious."
There is nothing to complain about when you can eat delicious meals every day.
Everyone has to die alone in the end, but no one will die with you, so you have to adapt in advance.
The old man looked at her with a smile, his eyes were meaningful, and he was a little curious when looking at the situation on the chessboard.
"Do you have twenty?"
Zhou Ye looked at the chessboard, frowned and shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Don't remember anything?"
"Well, just remember your name."
Fortunately, I still know that I have a name called Zhou Ye, otherwise I would have to choose one for myself now, which would be troublesome.
"I think you are twenty-five at most. You are so young. How can you see more clearly than us old guys?"
As he spoke, the old man moved his chess piece. Zhou Ye didn't speak. She didn't know how to answer. Now her mind was very empty, but there was a feeling lingering in her heart that couldn't be dissipated.
It was a very complicated feeling. She would experience it carefully when she couldn't sleep at night, and the vague anger and despair would slowly envelope her.
She didn't know where these emotions came from.
Perhaps it was something she had experienced before she lost her memory. Her brain had completely forgotten the specific experience, but she firmly remembered the feelings at the time.
Sometimes she could still feel the smell of rust rising in her throat, but she couldn't spit anything out. There was no blood, it was just her imagination.
Ordinary people are controlled by their own unclear emotions all day long, and they will definitely collapse.
But Zhou Ye is calm and composed. Her nature prevents her from getting entangled in these unclear things. She enjoys the moment. This may be a skill she learned before she lost her memory.
The old man and the young child just sat at the door and played chess all morning. The old man always lost. Although he would regret the game and cheat, he just couldn't beat Zhou Ye.
This caused the chess game that should have ended long ago to continue all morning, because the old man was unwilling to give in and always wanted to win.
"Why don't you, a junior, give in to me? You play chess so fiercely that you don't leave any escape route for others."
Zhou Ye lowered his eyes and ate the old man's soldiers slowly without even looking at him, then opened his eyes and glanced at him.
"Each of you depends on your ability. If you lose a game, you will get a steamed bun. You owe me a total of six this morning. I won't play any more. I'll go find Qinhua and ask for steamed buns."
"Did you shout Qinhua! You ungrateful little girl!"
After saying that, the old man pushed the chess piece and stood up slowly. He didn't have crutches now, so he could only move forward slowly step by step.
(End of chapter)