Rebirth 1990: Guanyun Cross Pass

The game in the afternoon was also uneventful. Zhang Yan still made great progress, and his personal ranking has risen to the top three. The other members of the political research team also performed well. The total record was an astonishing 9 wins and 3 losses, ranking first in the group.

The second place, even surpassing the municipal second team, was only ranked second because of the small score. This result made Zhang Yan and the political research team become the focus of the competition.

On the afternoon of the next day, Zhang Yan met his first opponent of a similar level. Wang Sihai, who also had five consecutive victories, was also the only two undefeated chess players. The outcome of this game could be directly related to

Who will become the champion? Zhang Yan had already heard Ma Zi’s introduction, so he took a closer look. Wang Sihai is quite handsome, with a pair of black-rimmed eyes, and very delicate hands. He is also a handsome boy.

A beast of the same level, but it seems to be a little inferior to him. Zhang Yan became happy when he thought of this.

After guessing the first move, Zhang Yan took the black lead, and the Chinese flow layout unfolded majestically. But after a while, Zhang Yan knew why Ma Ziyi was so worried about Wang Sihai. This guy was born in the year of the Ox, and he had to think carefully about each step every week.

At that time, he took out the chess pieces and held them between his fingertips. After half a minute, he could take them back and continue to think about it. It was already dark, and there were still only more than fifty chess moves on the chess board, while the other chess games were over. The chess players participating in the competition

He looked at Zhang Yan silently with both hands, as if he was holding a memorial service for Zhang Yan in advance.

According to regulations, the countdown can only start after the four-hour competition time is over. Zhang Yan looked up at Wang Sihai's face and saw a trace of cunning pride on his face. Zhang Yan knew it in his heart:

"I'm thinking about it, let's wait and see!" He turned to Liu Mingjie and said, "I'll take you home first. This game of chess will be played very late."

"What about this game of chess?" Liu Mingjie was a little worried. Although she didn't understand chess, she could tell that Zhang Yan's opponent was unusual. If he didn't play everything, he would probably lose the game.

"It doesn't matter. There are still two hours. It's enough time anyway." After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he forced Liu Mingjie to leave the venue. After sending Liu Mingjie home first, Zhang Yan returned home and prepared to explain to his parents.

, but only saw her mother, and said: "Mom, you may be late from playing chess today. If it's too late, I will find a place to sleep over there in the auditorium. Don't wait for me."

Zhao Yulan was a little worried, "That won't work. Why is the game so late? What if something goes wrong?"

"Mom, don't worry. What can happen in a socialist society? By the way, where is dad?" Zhang Yan didn't see his dad and was a little confused. Dad always comes home after get off work. He is a typical good man. Why is he missing today? ?

"Come here, kid, Mom is telling you." Your dad is going to be promoted. The news that came this morning will be reported to the Provincial Party School tomorrow. Director Ma called me in the evening and went to Director Ma's house. He may not be back until later. You

Do you have enough money in your pocket? Playing chess consumes your brain. You can buy more things to make up for it and try to come back first."

After saying that, he handed Zhang Yan a few five-yuan bills. Zhang Yan accepted them happily. Seeing that it was still early, he went to Yinzhou Square to have some time. Yinzhou Square was noisy at night, and the men's voices were stimulated by alcohol.

His mouth became bigger, spitting and swear words were passed in the wine glass. Zhang Yan frowned, walked to the stall selling Roujiamo as a habit, took out the money and handed it to the lame stall owner, "Here are three Roujiamo."

The stall owner took the money, shook his body a few times, and wanted to push the money back, but was a little reluctant. Finally, he took the money in, took out a few one-dollar bills and a few dime coins from his pocket, and trembled.

He handed it to Zhang Yan in a majestic manner. After picking up the beef with his left hand and putting it on the cutting board, he picked up the Kansai Beef Slasher with his right hand and chopped it off with a swipe.

As soon as the knife was released, the stall owner felt dizzy and his right hand had no strength. The big knife came out and cut straight on his left thumb. The sharp blade of the beef slicing knife cut off the thumb in one stroke, drawing blood.

It spurted out with a popping sound, but the old man was really hard-edged and gritted his teeth tightly, holding down the wound without making a sound.

"Ouch!" Zhang Yan was a little shocked. He saw the scene clearly just now. Why did he cut off his hand with a knife? Seeing that the old man was shaking, he hurriedly hugged the old man. He could feel the old man's body through his clothes.

It was boiling hot. When I touched my forehead, it was frighteningly hot. It seemed that the old man had a high fever. Zhang Yan didn't care to complain. He tore off a strip of clothes and wrapped the old man's hand tightly. At this time, everyone knew that something was wrong.

Okay, everyone cheered and came together, all talking around and giving ideas.

"Stop the bleeding first, find some ashes from the incense burner, and press it on!"

"What kind of practice does this old man have? His fingers will be cut off by flying knives. Who dares to hit me!"

"You bitch, why did I give birth to a bastard like you? It's not easy for me to drag my granddaughter to school. How dare you say sarcastic words? I'll beat you to death, you bastard."

"Dad, please stop fighting. I know I was wrong."

Zhang Yan had temporarily stopped the bleeding at this time. For fear of necrosis caused by tying his wrist too tightly, Zhang Yan didn't tie it very tightly, so black and red blood seeped out drop by drop along the broken finger. Zhang Yan also

There was no other way but to carry the old man on his back and rush to the hospital. At this time, the old man woke up, his head was still hanging down, his left arm twitched twice from time to time, and his teeth gritted loudly, but he never cried out in pain, so he just rushed here.

At one o'clock, Zhang Yan will give him a thumbs up, this old man is a man.

There is one thing Zhang Yan admires. The hospital in 1990 was really good. When a seriously injured patient came in, he immediately started resuscitation without saying a word. He didn’t say anything about rescuing or medical expenses. He just moved to the emergency room here, and he just moved to the emergency room there.

The attending doctor was already wearing one slipper and the other was barefoot. He ran over disheveled and with bulging cheeks. He probably didn't even finish dinner.

Zhang Yan was moved and went through the formalities. He was busy until almost eight o'clock when he finished the work. The old man also came to the rescue and half of his thumb was sewn up. Although he could move, he couldn't do it if he wanted to use the big spoon again.

Zhang Yan sounded a little regretful. Suddenly the hospital bell rang nine times. Zhang Yan slapped his head and said, "Oh no!" He was so busy with the old man that he forgot that the game of chess had not been played yet.

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Calculating the time, it was only ten minutes at most. Zhang Yan ran away without even bothering to explain.

When Zhang Yan ran to the auditorium, he heard someone shouting loudly: "Eighteen...seventeen". Zhang Yan's calves shivered and he almost cramped on the spot. He jumped into the auditorium with one leg in pain.

The only people in the auditorium were Wang Sihai and the referee. They were all shocked when they saw a man in tattered clothes and smelling of blood. The referee stopped counting and asked Zhang Yan shakily: "What are you doing?

Already?".

Zhang Yan first grabbed the black piece and took a brief look at it, then patted the chess piece down, and then talked about what had just happened. The referee then calmed down and announced that the game would continue. Wang Sihai's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still played steadily and only counted the seconds.

Only when he reached fifty-seven would he grab a white stone and slap it on the chessboard, looking as if he was Kong Yiji arranging coins in the Xianheng Hotel.

At this time, Zhang Yan was tired and very sleepy. Six games of chess in two days was a big burden for anyone. Compared with Wang Sihai, who took the time to rest, Zhang Yan, who went to the hospital, no matter what

Both physical strength and spirit have reached the critical point. Wang Sihai's eyes hidden behind the lenses have already seen the dawn of victory.

After playing dozens more moves, Zhang Yan slowly felt that something was wrong. The situation actually tilted towards White. This tilt was subtle, but it could not be seen but it could be felt. Only the kind of extreme balance between victory and defeat

Only sensitive chess players can feel this. What surprised Zhang Yan even more was that he began to lose his mind. Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhang Yan's thinking speed had slowed down a lot, and he could no longer notice those details.

Time passed like this minute by minute, and the three ten-minute long tests reserved by both sides were used up one after another. The two hours were also used up in the sound of Wang Sihai's firm countdown, but there were still not many chess pieces on the chess board.

, there is still a large blank space, but both Zhang Yan and Wang Sihai know that White has already taken advantage, while Wang Sihai is trying his best to avoid fighting. Under the soft chess style, there is a sharp murderous aura hidden, and Zhang Yan can even feel it.

White's chess piece is opening its bloody mouth, waiting for him to jump in.

The clock at this time had already pointed to two o'clock in the middle of the night. The referee was an uncle in his fifties. Seeing that the two people had a tendency to postpone the game until the morning, he gave a big sigh of relief, took out a countdown, and adjusted the time.

Time is running out. "You two are really dragging it out. You ring the bell yourself. Whoever's flag falls will be the loser. Finish the chess game as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he limited the time to ten minutes each, and looked at the chess game unsteadily. Now Zhang Yan's opportunity came. His chess was originally based on his sense of chess, and the speed of playing did not make much difference to him. Wang Sihai was miserable.

, his chess game all depends on calculating the path, and if there is too little time, there will definitely be loopholes. Looking at the ticking time on the seconds, Wang Sihai made an accidental move, and Zhang Yan broke through his midsection, winding from the upper left corner to

All the big dragons in the lower right corner were slaughtered. Wang Sihai looked pale. He took off his glasses and wiped them on, then put them on and wiped them again. Finally, he took out his pen and signed his name on the losing side of the winning list.

Zhang Yan was also very tired. He handed the record to the referee and walked out of the auditorium in a daze. It was late at night, the sky was full of stars, and there was no one on the road. The cold air was sucked into his lungs, and Zhang Yan's spirit was...

I was refreshed and thought that by defeating Wang Sihai, my championship would be certain. Then I took the money to buy some gifts for Liu Mingjie.

At the end, Zhang Yan was thinking of the stall owner who was lame and had his fingers broken off...