A female-oriented system, but the worldview is a little off?

Whether it's fighting over property.

It's still the same old cliché...

For an urban novel, this is just like a gaming master in Baidu Tieba - it is like a fish in water.

In short, perhaps the only things that usually keep the old man company are the wild peach blossoms all over the mountains.

So when they meet students from Fengyuan College like them who occasionally get lost and come in.

That's why they show such enthusiasm.

I took out the homemade cookies to share with others, just because I wanted to find someone to chat and talk.

To relieve loneliness and so on...it's human nature.

Think of this.

Chu Yan, who is usually willing to help others, suddenly had a more friendly smile on his face!

He asked in a familiar manner, "Old man, what should I call you?"

"What's your name..."

Hearing this, the old man in the vest with sparse white hair pondered for a moment, smiled faintly and replied: "My surname is Liu, I am a few years older than you."

"I'm not a great man. You can just call me Old Man Liu."

"How can that be possible?" Chu Yan widened his eyes exaggeratedly and said, "Mr. Liu, how can you say that about yourself?"

He said in a serious tone:

"I actually know a little bit about physiognomy. I can tell at a glance that you, old man, are from an extraordinary family. With your sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, you must have made great achievements when you were young."

"But in the end, he retired bravely, was indifferent to fame and fortune, and chose to live in seclusion in the mountains. This is the true master who should be emulated by our generation!"

From a few simple and brief conversations.

Chu Yan vaguely discovered it.

Whether it was the ancient Taoist robe he wore at the beginning or the words and sentences he used in his conversation, this old man Liu gave people a feeling of being an ancient person.

The so-called rich people generally have a variety of interests and hobbies.

It's like being a multi-millionaire.

There is no other fun, I just like to wear a combination of flip-flops and a vest, and take a walk to the food stalls to buy vegetables and eat.

In Chu Yan's opinion.

The same goes for Mr. Liu.

He may be fond of traditional culture. Not only does he like to wear ancient Chinese clothing, but even his choice of words and sentences are in ancient style.

This is too smooth for the current technological development.

As a result, even the government is too lazy to promote traditional culture, and history has almost been lost in modern society.

Chu Yan thought it was invaluable.

Why did he choose the theme of cultivating immortals as the content of his first novel?

Isn't it just the hope that this culture will not be buried unluckily?

At this moment.

He met Mr. Liu who had similar interests. Naturally, they felt like they had met too late and they could talk about anything!

"Ha ha ha ha."

Hearing the young man's compliment, Mr. Liu smiled cheerfully.

He tilted his head back and took another big gulp of the gourd of wine.

He said with emotion: "My friend, I haven't met such an interesting guy like you for a long time."

"If the world outside is now prosperous and peaceful as you said, then all the efforts we made back then would be worth it."

"By the way, little friend, are you an adult? I happen to have some extra peach blossom wine here. Would you like to have a glass and try it?"

Chu Yan also had a very pleasant conversation.

He is an adult at heart.

Joking around may be suitable with people of the same age, but if you want to have a long conversation, you still prefer people like Mr. Liu, who are of the older generation and have rich life experience.

At this moment, Chu Yan felt like he had met a friend regardless of age.

I almost forgot that I came to the college and chose a dormitory.

After hearing this, he spoke confidently and boldly.

"One cup? One jar!"

Chu Yan patted his chest.

He said with great pride: "Don't worry, Mr. Liu, I can drink a lot. No matter how much you take out, I can drink it here."

"Although you may not be interested in gold and silver, but some money for wine is just a token of my appreciation. I can take care of it no matter how much it is!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu slapped his knees again, laughed loudly, stood up, and kept praising the young man for being funny.

What else to say.

There had been young men breaking in before, but that guy was much more serious.

I had clearly revealed my identity and wanted to have a good chat with him, but I almost ended up fighting.

Although a consensus was reached in the end.

It's a pity that we parted on bad terms...and when we met again later, some unfortunate things happened.

In comparison, Chu Yan is much more interesting.

Also said that since he has become a student.

If you have the chance in the future, please come here more often and I will definitely give you a warm welcome.

"Hmm...what is this?"

Just waiting for Grandpa Liu to come back to the courtyard to get the sealed peach blossom wine.

Chu Yan glanced in the direction of the stone tablet.

The old stone tablet is quite old and covered with moss, like an ancient monument that has been silent for a long time.

And the words on the stone tablet...seemed to have been wiped off by someone, and almost disappeared into the depression covered with dust.

However, only the top of the stele remains.

There are three big words that can never be erased.

The dull gold paint and the vibrant font that seems to be sprouting and coming alive...

Written on this stone tablet is the name of the garden when it was once used as the entrance.

——[Peach Garden].

but.

Chu Yan didn't pay much attention to the stone tablet, which was empty except for the name and there was nothing worth seeing.

His attention had been drawn to another object placed under the stone tablet.

He murmured:

"Isn't this the Go board that Mr. Liu played alone earlier?"

Chu Yan looked at the chess board.

The white pieces are separated from the black pieces, scattered all over the place, and closely connected.

There are very few spaces left on the chessboard that are still alive.

A large number of pores are blocked.

——It is obvious that the chess game that the old man is playing with himself is approaching its final stage.

116-The one who can settle the mess

Just as Chu Yan was staring at the chessboard.

As if he was thinking about something, the more he stared at her, the more something seemed to be wrong, and his expression became increasingly strange.

Mr. Liu's old voice with a hint of smile suddenly sounded from not far behind him.

"My friend, are you interested in this chessboard?"

I don't know why...

When he said this, the old man's tone seemed inexplicably expectant.

It was as if he was trying to verify his own guesses through some indirect hints.

"Well....."

Chu Yan was caught peeping at someone else's game, which made him look a little embarrassed.

He scratched his head and laughed.

“I’m not really interested…”

"I'm just a little curious. Mr. Liu, did you play this chess game by yourself?"

He had only seen people playing chess with themselves in novels and comics before.

Usually, only a chess master whose chess skills are unrivaled in the world, or a human brain computer with an IQ high enough to impersonate AlphaGo, would come up with such exaggerated pretense.

But this chess game...

how to say.

——Even though Chu Yan only had a basic knowledge of the rules of Go, he mostly relied on the AI's real-time winning rate to point fingers when watching the game.

He could also clearly see that something was wrong.

however.

Even though he sensed something was wrong in his heart, Chu Yan did not say it out loud.

After all, some things are not necessarily right.

Even if you are flattering someone, you have to flatter the right person.

When most old men in the park play chess, what they hate most is being pointed at from behind!

Even if he had been thinking hard for a long time and was about to be killed by the general, he could not secretly tell him the answer.

"What? Are you looking down on me?"

"I only need to think for another ten seconds to come up with this brilliant move. Is it necessary for you to tell me? Do you think you are capable enough?"

Chu Yan knew this truth very well.

Even if he and Old Man Liu had a pleasant conversation - if he violated this heavenly taboo, there was no guarantee that the other party would not get angry.

"Haha, old man, how can I have such boring interest in playing chess with myself? Isn't that a waste of time?"

The old man laughed and shook his head, then sat down on the rattan chair next to Chu Yan.

He opened a jar of wine still covered in soil that he had brought from the courtyard.

He scooped a ladle into a bowl and handed it to Chu Yan.

Look at the chessboard with the endgame still in sight.

He said calmly, "This chess game...is the unfinished endgame I played with an old friend."

"At that time, due to some things, I couldn't finish the chess game, so it was delayed and ruined."

"All these years, I, an old man, can only remember the unfinished chess endgame record from that year."

"I'm setting it up again here to see...how to play that endgame and how to end it."

Mr. Liu said slowly with deep eyes.