Chapter 296 Target

  Dasha, Jia Gongzi, these are their names on their respective QQ.

   Judging from these two screen names alone, the former is a fool, the latter is a bag, the former is friendly, and the latter is cold.

   But that's not the case.

  Compared to Young Master Jia, Dasha is the real high-cold faction. - The person who has a good relationship with this guy is very cheap and easy to let go, but other than that, this person's face is full of "don't disturb me, I don't know you".

   "Silly brother, where have you been fooling around recently?" Xu Guangling answered the phone.

According to Mr. Jia, as a Chinese, he spends no more than half a year in China a year, and as a YN person, he spends no more than a month in YN a year. ".

   "The third child, prepare to pick up the guests, I will go to your place with Jiamei the day after tomorrow." Dasha said.

   "Okay." Xu Guangling was stunned.

   Jiamei, of course, refers to the good son. As the saying goes, no foundation wins here. However, if Young Master Jia was at the scene, he could knock a big idiot on the forehead with a bottle of wine.

  The phone hangs up and the chess continues.

   After seventy-two rounds of thrilling confrontation, "Unbearable to drink" still won "Drunken Years".

   Actually, this game should have been a draw.

   Xu Guangling has an advantage, but it cannot be extended to victory.

   But he was drunk and wanted to win, so he lost.

   This is not surprising, or rather, on a chessboard, this is perfectly normal.

  When the battle situation is stalemate, if you want to break the stalemate, one side must change their moves first, and there are only two final results after changing moves. - Either kill the opponent or be killed by the opponent.

   The opponent failed to kill Xu Guangling.

   So he was killed.

  At the end of the battle, there were only three pieces left on the board, two veterans and a **** on Xu Guangling's side. Then, the **** on the second floor drove the veteran to death on the third floor.

  “666666”

   "There is no eighty-two, and no six or six. I will give you a full score of Yaoyao Zero!" (This gentleman has graduated from elementary school for many years.)

   "Alas, the old wine is getting more and more terrifying, I beg for a sanction."

   "Offensive opening, defensive middle game, lore final game, this style of painting, I can't understand it."

   "It's right if you don't understand."

   "There is no doubt that the master is a vest, is this experimenting with new tactics?"

  …

   There was a lot of discussion in the following faction.

  Xu Guangling glanced, then just smiled.

   He is indeed experimenting with new tactics, and his deeper and deeper understanding of the game has given him the qualification to be "willful" to a certain extent. If it's all about winning, it's going to be tough for the opponent when he has the first move.

   Then the chess game will be like a pool of stagnant water.

   That would be boring.

   In this round, due to his repeated changes in strategic thinking, the opponent was seduced and changed, and then the two sides had several extremely powerful hand-to-hand encounters, and the battle was extremely fierce.

   Therefore, it can also be said that Xu Guangling succeeded in fishing.

   The first round ends and the second round begins.

  Xu Guangling waited for almost two minutes, but couldn't match his opponent.

   This happens quite often, sometimes because of the network, sometimes because of a short-lived vacancy in an opponent of the same level. Of course, if there is a vacancy in the opponent, it must be above the industry seven.

  Years below three, such as Chinese cabbage, are everywhere.

  The karma below six is ​​like a street tree, every three or five steps.

   So generally speaking, there will be no vacancies in the low and middle ranks. (Industry one to three are low-level, four to six are intermediate, and seven to nine are high.)

  Xu Guangling withdrew, then re-matched, and waited for another two minutes, but there was still no opponent.

   It seems that this round can only be played at noon today.

   For the rest of the afternoon, Xu Guangling didn't go anywhere. Instead, he sat by the window, admiring the rain inadvertently, and deliberately sifting the "Full Tang Poems" that he had collected in his mind yesterday.

   "You ask that the return date is not yet due, and the night rain in Bashan rose to the autumn pond. Why should we cut candles at the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan?"

   This is an old love story.

   "The egrets fly in front of the Xisai Mountain, the mandarin fish is fat in the peach blossoms and flowing water. The green casserole, the green scallops, the slanting wind and the drizzle do not need to return."

   This is an anthem for foodies.

   is comparable to Su Dongpo's "Yangtze River Surrounds Guo Zhiyu Beautiful, Good Bamboo Links Mountains Feel the Fragrant Bamboo Shoots".

  Fish includes grilled fish with pickled cabbage, grilled fish with tofu and bean curd, grilled fish with lemon and tomato, grilled fish with rattan pepper beer, and grilled fish with bamboo shoots, but Xu Guangling has never eaten or made it.

   Maybe, give it a try?

"The rain is stagnant all night and it is clear and bright, and all worries are like grass and rain. It is difficult to know the sky, and the wind and waves are also startled. The trees are pressed down and the crows fly away, and the windows are cold and damp and silent. Add four or five new stems."

   This is the sadness of life.

   Many of the descriptions in this poem belong to Xu Guangling's past.

   Once, he had countless stagnant rains all night, but there were no worries like grass, some just like the curtain of the rainy day, saying that it was dark or not, that it was not bright, gloomy and faint.

   all say pain.

   But there is a kind of suffering, it does not hurt.

   all say sadness.

   But there is a kind of injury, it is not sad.

When the pain and sorrow are gone, it still stubbornly stays in my heart, lightly, indifferently, bitterly, hurt, like nibbling mulberry leaves, devouring you little by little, dragging you to eternity Can't help but feel sad.

  You want to laugh, but laughing is a luxury to you. You want to cry, but crying is also a luxury to you.

   "You don't wake up in spring sleep, you hear birds singing everywhere. When the wind and rain come at night, you know how many flowers fall."

Although    is talking about flowers and falling, the poet's mood, the poet's position or position, is more inclined to "natural", which is completely different from Li Qingzhao's green, fat, red and thin.

Thousands of years later, a female writer named Sanmao, who was also a woman with Li Qingzhao, wrote a book with two words in front of the sentence "How much is known when flowers fall", and then let the whole sentence be the whole book. All with an inescapable sadness.

"The wind returns to the clouds, the rain breaks, and the early clears, and the lake is warm and bright. The red mountains and apricots are scattered randomly, and the new green water is flat. The wings are low and the white geese are still flying heavy, and the tongue is astringent. Every year, the disease weakens the mood.”

   "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old. The flowers on the river are more red than fire at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember Jiangnan?"

   "Everyone says that the south of the Yangtze River is good, and tourists only join the elders of the south of the Yangtze River. The water in the spring is clear in the sky, and the boats are painted to listen to the rain and sleep. The people around you are like the moon, and the frost and snow are frozen on the wrists. Don't return to your hometown before you are old, and you must be heartbroken when you return home."

   About Jiangnan, it has long since become an image.

   "I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and the faces that waited in the seasons were like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers."

   Zheng Chouyu's "Error" is about Jiangnan.

   "The wind is here to stick, and it sticks to the thoughts of passers-by. When the rain arrives here, it becomes a thread, and it entangles us to linger in the world."

  Lin Qiuli wrote the lyrics and this song sung by Lin Junjie is about Jiangnan.

   From poetry to song.

  Xu Guangling thought of "South of Colorful Clouds" and "Naxi Love Song".

  Think of Zhang Dawei's albums "Auspicious Shambhala" and "Alasma Oh".

   thought of Yu Yiwu's "Three Gorges", "Guilin" and "Dunhuang".

   Then, I suddenly had the urge to use ancient poetry as the basis, half-compose lyrics, self-composed music, and perform a series of "Jiangnan", but this was not the time.

  …

   Several hours passed quietly.

   In the afternoon, I went to Zhang Lao, but Xu Guangling waited until Chen Zhihe said goodbye, "Little Junior Brother, I'm going back, tonight's flight. There are some facts that can't be shied away and have to be dealt with."

   Xu Guangling knew it.

   Not to mention other identities, just a vice president, it is not easy for his senior brother to stay here for so long.

In the evening, Zhang Lao's course on medicine was suspended, but he discussed the topic of "the decline and recovery of the body" with Xu Guangling. In a sense, it can be regarded as Xu Guangling's first complete treatment process. Summarize and expand.

   Standing at the height of a generation of large-scale sects, Xu Guangling has benefited a lot from the old people, who are attracted by the old people, who are vertically and horizontally, and who are pulling the thread and cocooning, and even returning to the ancestry of thousands of people.

   But then again, at Lao Zhang, Xu Guangling benefits a lot every day.

   "Wen Jun's words are better than ten years of reading."

   This is often, Xu Guangling's feeling for the teacher in his heart.

   Xu Guangling also established a high degree of awareness of the "big sect" here. ——The old man used himself to show Xu Guangling what a "big generation" is.

   However, for the elderly, in addition to the earnest teaching in medicine, the more important teaching to Xu Guangling is:

   "Humble words, medicine is just a trail after all."

   "For you, what you want to do is not a great master, but a great master, not thousands of generations of great masters, but a peerless great master."

   "That's the most important thing."

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   (end of this chapter)