Under the big camphor tree, a chessboard is surrounded by several old men.

Qin Nuo was back again. Grandpa Agai followed him, took out a wine gourd from under his clothes, and drank a small wine while watching the chess game.

"Old Li, you are back again. Could it be that you have money in your pocket?" an old man asked with a smile.

"My son and daughter-in-law are working outside, so I have never lacked money, old man." Old Li said lightly, took a sip, and then plugged the mouth of the gourd with a bottle plug.

Several old men around him smiled and were about to speak, but the old man who Ying Guang's grandfather smiled and said, "You just let him talk. It's not that he doesn't know his personality. He caressed his face and his face turned dark again after a while.

Now!"

Ah Gai Grandpa was not angry this time. He shook the wooden gourd in his hand and said, "Old Liu, come on the next plate, you are going to win. Tomorrow, my old cellar wine will bring you a full pot.

Come."

"Have you been greedy for a long time?"

Old Liu took a step and looked up and asked, "No kidding? Isn't this wine the baby of your iron rooster?"

"There are still a few cans at home that have not been opened, so it's not bad for one or two pots." Grandpa Ai's heart was bleeding, but his face was indifferent.

"make a deal!"

"I'm just fine. The money is not as rare as wine!" Old Liu said happily.

The game came soon and Lao Liu won again.

Just looking at the stack of money in his hand, we can tell that he is the ever-winning general here.

"Old Li, come and sit down and give me a bite of the wine in your hand first. Anyway, you lose, I'm so greedy." Old Liu said smacking his lips.

Ah Gai Grandpa took a sip of the wine in the gourd, patted Qin Nuo on the shoulder, and said, "This kid will take my place."

When the old men heard this, they laughed.

"Do you think you can't finish your wine?" Old Liu picked up the old-fashioned teapot, took a sip of the tea, and said.

"Why are there so much nonsense? Let this kid have a game. I will admit defeat if I lose."

Ah Gai Grandpa said impatiently, in fact, he didn't think this little kid could win, he was a primary school child, and it was good to be able to play chess.

What he cared about was Qin Nuo's promise.

Qin Nuo squeezed out of the crowd, sat down on the stone bench, and smiled at Old Liu in front of him, saying, "Grandpa, I don't know much about playing chess, I hope my subordinates will show some mercy."

"What are you running around and getting involved in the little kids when they are not in school?"

Even though he said so, Lao Liu didn't ask much and started to play chess.

After all the chess was arranged, Lao Liu asked again: "Do you want to let two pieces?"

"No, otherwise there will be no experience." Qin Nuo said.

"Haha, the little kid is quite good at speaking. OK, then grandpa, I'll do it lighter, so that you can feel a little bit of experience."

Old Liu smiled and said, the old people around him crossed their hands and felt bored, urging Old Liu to fight quickly, and everyone was queuing up.

The chess game began soon. The top chess technique that was inspired in the Blood Clothing Apartment was still deeply engraved in my mind. Now, looking at the chessboard, a feeling of controlling the overall situation grew in my mind.

After only ten steps, Lao Liu was a little stunned. He sat there, frowned and was undecided.

From time to time, I raised my hand to wipe my sweat, and my face was filled with entanglement and headaches.

The old people around him were talking and guiding Lao Liu how to go. Lao Liu shouted and shut up, as if he had made a major decision. After taking a step, Qin Nuo did not think at all, followed with one move.

This move disintegrated Lao Liuka's original combat ideas completely.

The old man around him calmed down and was stunned.

Qin Nuo sat on the stone bench and yawned, his expression was full of boredom, and he said boredly: "Grandpa, can you hurry up? I'm so bored. Isn't this chess very easy to play?

”

Old Liu's face was a little dark, and he always felt a bit humiliating. He looked up with a dark face and asked, "How come you are not good at playing chess?"

"I really don't know. I haven't learned to play chess for a while."

"In school, I often lose chess. They laugh at me for a big color pen and said that if someone loses to me, how can I have the good intention to go next time?" Qin Nuo said with a lip.

Old Liu was a little embarrassed. Grandpa Ai could not miss this good opportunity. He took the opportunity to say, "No, Old Liu, you won't even be a little kid, right?"

"What a joke?"

Old Liu muttered and continued to look back on the chessboard, but when he saw this chess game, he felt a headache and sweated profusely.

He held up the chess and sat there like a petrified person. Qin Nuo was dragging his chin with one hand, and was almost sleepy when he was waiting. He simply stretched out his hand, pointed at a crossing point, and said, "Grandpa, I'll give it to me."

You say, you can only get here, this is the only way out.”

"But if you get down here, I'll get down here to block your horse. These are all within my expectations."

"Down somewhere else, you can struggle for five rounds, and as I said, you can struggle for eight rounds."

"As for winning, even if God comes, he should be powerless to win!"

Qin Nuo supported his knees with his hands, looked at Lao Liu, and asked naively, "Grandpa, do you think I'm right?"

Lao Liu: “…”

I have told you to finish my heart's words, and I have told you to finish my chess. Can I say nothing more?

He threw the chess piece on the chessboard, turned his head to look at Lao Liu, with a grievance on his face: "Old Li, where did you find Mao Xiaowa? This chess is so heartless!"

Even though he said that, he really admired it from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the fact that he could not get rid of his old face, he would have wanted to become a disciple on the spot.

Seeing that he won the chess, he felt so happy that his grandfather was in a happy mood. He laughed and said, "Don't worry about this. If you lose the chess, you are willing to accept the loss. Get the money quickly!"

"It's not that you won, what's so good about it?" Old Liu murmured and handed over the money.

"Grandpa still has a game? Maybe you will win if you play a game of chess. Playing chess is also very important, and the feel and luck are also important." Qin Nuo said with a smile.

"Stop coming, you little kid is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. I'm so embarrassed to fool me, an old man?" Old Liu said with a dark face.

Qin Nuo scratched his head and laughed dryly, got up and moved out of his position.

Turning his head and seeing that Grandpa Ai suddenly disappeared. Qin Nuo's face was stunned and squeezed out of the crowd. He could not see anyone around him.

"Damn, I won't run away with the money, right? Am I fooling the old man?"

Qin Nuo was speechless, but as soon as he turned his head, a wrinkled old face appeared out of thin air and fell in front of him.

Qin Nuo took two steps back before he could see clearly that Yes, Grandpa Gai, and the Burial Ghost Stone in his hand relaxed a little.

"Little kid, I didn't expect you to be very good at playing chess." Grandpa Agai said with a smile and handed over a popsicle.

Qin Nuo took it, looked at the color of the popsicle, and had no idea of ​​eating it.

"What do you want to ask? Ask quickly. I have to go back and get food for the bastard when it's time to go."

Qin Nuo thought about it and said, "I'm just a little confused. Why are you so opposed? You're in the performance department?"

"Don't adults like their children to be versatile? Ah Gai is very talented in acting, and maybe he will achieve great success in this in the future."

“Isn’t this something to be happy about?”

Ah Gai's grandfather was silent, looked up at the direction of the Black Crow Ghost School, and after a while, he said, "If this is the case, of course I won't have any objection."

"After all, it's my grandson. He's going to do what he likes. What reason do I have not supported it and are unhappy?"

Speaking of the latter, Grandpa Ai sighed a little, revealing a kind of helplessness.

Qin Nuo then asked, "What's the reason?"

Ah Gai's grandfather's face was a little puzzled: "Aren't you a member of the performance department? Why don't you know?"

Qin Nuo said calmly: "I have been quitting for a long time and don't know much about it, so I asked by the way."

After all, Grandpa Ai didn't know the role of Qin Feng, so Qin Nao was not worried about being exposed and reducing the level of playing.

Grandpa Agai sat down on the side, took out the wooden gourd, took another sip of wine, and said, "At the beginning, Agai joined the performance department, I was not only happy but also proud."

"After all, who doesn't want to see his grandson standing on the stage dazzlingly is enough for me to brag in front of those old men."

"But one night, my grandson came back very late. I saw that he was very tired of rehearsing, so I cooked some soup for him to drink, but he was very excited and pulled me and said that he had rehearsed a very exciting scene today.

I'm going to show it to me."

"I sat down and wanted to see how outstanding my eldest grandson was, but after seeing his role, I decided that I would never let him get in touch with that sketch anymore and firmly let him withdraw from the performance department."

Qin Nuo's face was moved and he asked quickly: "Is the acting bad?"

"He acted very well and was completely immersed in the role."

Agai Grandpa shook his head slightly and said, "But, the role he played...he was like being possessed, talking to himself for a while, laughing there, and that smile scared me, the old man."

"I don't know what he was acting. After he finished speaking, he grabbed his face with his hands, his nails shaved his face, leaving blood."

"I was frightened at that time and quickly got up to stop him, but he was immersed in his role until I hit him in the head with a wooden gourd that he woke up."

"He woke up and asked me with anger on his face why I interrupted him and interrupted such a wonderful performance. I took him a mirror and let him see his face."

"He saw the blood on his face, but he didn't care at all. He asked me if I think he was not good at acting well and that he was very bad at acting."

"At that time, he asked me with a bloody face and a distorted expression. I couldn't tell whether he had come out of the role."
To be continued...