Rebirth 1990: Guanyun Cross Pass

Seeing that Ma Ziyi's office was still open, Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, stood outside the door and knocked, "Come in!" Ma Ziyi's voice was hoarse and a little anxious, which made Zhang Yan a little strange.

I have the impression that Ma Ziyi is a very calm person, and his voice is very loud. Why has he changed so much today?

Opening the door, Zhang Yan walked into Ma Ziyi's office again after eighteen years. There was a desk, a TV cabinet against the wall, and a small TV inside. Without saying much, Zhang Yan

He took out the manuscript, put it gently on the table, and then said softly: "Uncle Ma, I am Zhang Yurong's son. This is my father's manuscript. He was in a hurry and couldn't give it to you, so he asked me to bring it to you.

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Ma raised his head on his own and glanced at Zhang Yan. There was no smile on his face. He took the manuscript and glanced at it. Zhang Yan noticed that his eyes didn't move at all. Then he put the manuscript down and looked at it.

Wall clock said coldly: "I'm off work already, let's talk tomorrow."

Seeing the manuscript being put aside, Zhang Yan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. He knew that unless a miracle happened, his manuscript would be sold as waste paper. At that moment, he even wanted to snatch the manuscript back and hand it to

An understanding person. But in the end, Zhang Yan could only turn around silently and prepare to leave Ma Ziyi's house.

"This tastes a bit weird. The chess games played by Wugong have always been extremely gorgeous. Unfortunately, when it comes to our little money, no matter how gorgeous the moves are, they can't be used in front of a dull knife..." Teacher Hua Yigang came from behind and was very excited.

Zhang Yan was a little surprised by the magnetic sound. He turned around and took a look and found that the TV had been turned on, and Ma Zizi had already taken out the chessboard and started arranging the score in front of the TV.

Zhang Yan suddenly remembered. In his impression, Dull Knife was Qian Yuping's nickname. He and Takemiya Masaki had not played a few games of chess. If you take into account that teacher Hua Yigang always did not explain important games, then this

The game should be the last one of the 5th Sino-Japanese Go Tournament. Qian Yuping's blunt knife was criss-crossing him. Although Takemiya Masaki tried his best to resist, he was cut to pieces by the blunt knife and his flesh and blood were blurred. In the end, he lost five and a half eyes. It was a miserable loss.

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"Why don't you show me the picture?" Mazda was still there to set up the scene, but the TV never switched to the chessboard. Occasionally, it switched to the picture and it was all over. Mazda was too anxious to remember, so he got a little anxious and took it.

One chess piece was so hesitant that he didn't dare to put it down! Zhang Yan looked funny. He had played this game several times and memorized it by heart.

He immediately walked over, took out the black stone and placed it on the upper right star. Then he took out a white stone and placed it on the lower left star. He moved it hand by hand. After a while, he had two hundred and thirty-three moves.

Black Qi pulls all the way, which is Black Qi's tenth advantage on the board, and the biggest place on the chessboard is only one or two eyes on the back hand. At this level of chess, Qian Yuping has already won.

Zhang Yan stopped at this point. He had only played so many chess pieces so far. If he tried to play chess again, his secret would be revealed. This chess game was brilliant and full of flavor. Zhang Yan played it again more than ten years later to appreciate the game carefully.

I feel that the meaning is very different. Chess is like life, and life is not chess. As long as you play hard and work step by step, you can win the final victory. Why should you care about the gains and losses of one moment and one place?

"Why do you remember playing so many chess moves!" Ma Ziyi's words interrupted Zhang Yan's contemplation. When he looked up, he saw Ma Ziyi's somewhat surprised face. Zhang Yan smiled faintly: "Uncle Ma, I just watched it at home.

I have done it for more than half of the time, so I can remember it. But I may have made a few wrong moves. Uncle Ma, please help me see if I made any mistakes."

"That's right, that's right. How was your chess game? Did you make it?" The horse rubbed his hands with excitement on his face.

"I haven't reached the rank, but most people can't defeat me." Zhang Yan didn't lie. In the years before reading the file, he specifically worshiped Hua Yigang as his teacher and learned a lot of powerful moves. His current level should not be compared to ordinary people.

, even in Yinzhou City, there are few opponents.

"Haha, that's not a bad tone. Let's play a game." Ma Zibing is also a chess fanatic. Hearing this, he immediately became interested and stopped watching the broadcast. He began to check the pieces with his hands.

Zhang Yan's heart moved and he said: "You can play chess, but if you lose, you have to promise me something!"

The horse smiled and asked, "You kid, you are quite cunning. What are you talking about?" As he asked, he picked up the chess pieces, picked up all the white pieces, and put the black pieces into the chess box. He had been playing chess for more than 20 years.

, except for the guy from Yingang Academy, he is an invincible opponent in Yinzhou and doesn’t think he will lose at all.

"Well, if I win, you can take a look at my dad's manuscript. He put a lot of thought into writing it."

"Okay!" The horse answered readily. Zhang Yan guessed the white chess piece. He first grabbed the solid ground at the beginning, and then broke into the black formation to cure the lone player. The horse himself spread the black chess steadily and slowly pressed the white chess piece. The two played extremely well.

Come on, we've reached the middle of the game in less than ten minutes, and it's Zhang Yan's turn to make this move.

"The current situation is that I have more solid positions, and the lone piece on the upper left is relatively thin and difficult to deal with." Zhang Yan held the white piece in his hand but could not place it. The horse's chess ability far exceeded his expectations, at least reaching the level of an amateur.

Weaknesses in the fifth stage were very rare in the 1990s. However, the knight's chess strength is more important than fighting, and he does not have a clear view of the overall situation. Maybe it is a good idea to make up for the chess and defend himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yantuo first added a move to Guqi. Sure enough, the horse's own attack lost its target. Zhang Yan's strong moves were dodged one by one, and some numbers were lost. There was no mark on the board anymore.

The horse gritted his teeth and resolutely put the black stone into the white base camp. Zhang Yan naturally refused. In the second half of the game, the two sides started a robbery. As long as the robbery won, the big dragon would die of anger.

At this point in the chess game, what we are looking at is the calamity. Zhang Yan lowered his head and wanted to count the calamity. He was so happy that he didn't need to count the calamity at all. There were only two calamities on his side, and the strong player in front of the knight sold them all. On the contrary,

If the knight moves on his own side, there will be several calamities, and the game has been won.

Ma Zixiang must have also seen this and looked a little annoyed. Zhang Yan felt proud and picked up a white piece and was about to drop it. Suddenly he felt that the chessboard was a little blurry and looked up at the sky. He didn't know when it was getting close to the sky.

It was getting dark, and Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat. His mother would definitely be worried if he didn't get home before it got dark.

"Pa!" The sound of the chess pieces hitting the chessboard was clear and sweet. Zhang Yan looked at it carefully and couldn't help but screamed bitterly. His move was unexpectedly wrong. It was originally a situation of double capture, but after the wrong move, it was nothing.

, it was like stopping in vain. Zhang Yan's face suddenly turned red and he stood up suddenly.

"There's no way to save it. Just like me before, I always realize at the end that everything is irreversible!" Zhang Yan didn't want to look again. He bowed and quickly left Ma Zi's company. He had already lost the chess game.

Nothing is of use, it's better to go home right away and don't let mom worry.

"This little ghost!" Ma wiped his sweat on his own, still holding a chess piece tightly in his right hand, looking at the chessboard with lingering fear. He won this game, but if the little ghost hadn't been distracted, he might have lost.

Well. I am one of the best chess players in Yinzhou City. If I lose to a child, it will be a big joke. But this child is really good at chess, and we can compete with each other more often in the future.

"Wow!" A gust of wind blew from outside the window, knocking down several pages of the manuscript on the table. Ma put down the chess piece on his own and picked up the manuscript. His eyes fell on the manuscript sent by Zhang Yan involuntarily. The title made his heart skip a beat.

After a few vigorous beats, "How long can the red flag stay?"

'take a look?'

'take a look.'

Ma Zi Zi gathered the manuscripts and sat down on the chair. He held down the manuscripts with his left hand and held the jar with his right hand. This was his old habit. When he turned over the title, Ma Zi Zi frowned. "Why did Xiao Zhang's characters change?"

"It's softer and a little more tactful. I'll tell him properly when I get back." Handwriting is appearance. The reason why Ma Zizi chose Zhang Yurong as his secretary was mainly because of his handwriting and how strong his bones were.

Liu Gongquan's artistic conception could not be mastered after twenty years of hard training, but the handwriting of this manuscript is a bit soft, much different from usual.

But then he forgot about these unpleasant feelings as he watched the horse move by itself. He was completely attracted by the article. He kept holding the jar in his right hand without moving. He didn't remember it until he turned the page and hurriedly took a big sip from the jar. He had forgotten the jar.

The water in it was scalding hot. When I took a big sip, it was so hot that I jumped up with a scream. My hand shook and all the water in the jar spilled on the table, making the manuscript wet.

"Old Ma, why do you have such a loud voice in the dark sky, you are not afraid that a hunter will come and catch you!" A man in gray uniform walked in, and he couldn't help but be startled when he saw Ma Zi.

"Bad (quick), help me pack up the manuscripts!" Ma Zibing didn't care about his burning, red and swollen throat, and frantically rescued the manuscripts that were soaked in water.