In the Wang family residence.
Under the eaves of the house, Mr Wang is still sitting there, playing chess in a breezy manner, and opposite him is the anxious Wang Dong, although he is holding the chess pieces in his hand. He was holding the chess piece in his hand, but his eyes kept drifting towards the door, clearly distracted.
As a piece fell to the ground, Mr. Wang smiled gently and said, "Those who do not concentrate on chess will lose. "
Wang Dong looked down and saw that although the game was not yet dead, he did not know what was going on and had been surrounded to death by his own father in a daze.
"Oh, father. I don't have the heart to play chess. You know I'm waiting for news from Simin. ......" Wang Dong sighed helplessly.
He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, restless, and yet his old father was dragging him to play chess.
"How many times have I told you, those who achieve great things. Don't be impatient. You can't influence the outcome, so why are you in a hurry? "
"Oh, it's just a game of chess. "
"Chess is like life, one wrong move, one wrong step. " Old Mr. Wang laughed.
"Well said! "
Just then, a strong young voice came from the front door, and Wang Dong looked up at once, a smile finally releasing from his anxious face.
"Father, it's Han Qianqian. " Wang Dong said happily.
Old Mr. Wang only smiled gently, but did not get up, quietly looking at the chessboard.
Han Qianqian stepped through the door, followed by Wang Simin with a group of men in white as well as footmen carrying a palanquin. Wang Dong hurriedly greeted him with a smile.
Han Qianqian only smiled at him and then took a few steps to the chess game.
After a quick glance at the chessboard, Han Qianqian smiled bitterly at Wang Dong and said, "You've lost badly. "
Wang Dong rubbed his head in embarrassment, not to mention that he was distracted just now, even if he played seriously, he could not be a match for his own father. "I am a poor chess player, and I ended up in a dead game. Why don't you play with my father again? "
Han Qianqian approached his old man to play chess as soon as he came in, which was something Wang Dong had not expected, but was something he was happy to see.
At least Han Qianqian was so nonchalant, at least it showed that he actually considered the Wang family as friends in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.
As Han Qianqian studied the game of chess carefully, Wang Dong stopped talking and sent Wang Simin to make tea, while he himself. Wang Dong stopped talking and asked Wang Simin to make the tea, while he himself, with a smile on his back, watched from the side.
Wang Simin quickly served the tea, poured two cups on the table and then gently brought Han Qianqian's cup to his side.
Old Mr Wang wanted to reach out and take his own. However, he was shocked to find that after his granddaughter put the tea on Han Qianqian's side, she crouched down next to him and watched him play chess, without any intention of bringing it to herself. She shook her head and smiled bitterly.
Han Qianqian stroked his chin, his whole attention was on the game of chess and he didn't even notice these details.
In terms of the game, this was a difficult one. Although it wasn't an outright dead game, Wang Dong's earlier moves were so chaotic that he couldn't seem to last more than a few turns.
Han Qianqian did not come up with a countermeasure even after staring at him for a long time. The whole atmosphere was suddenly very quiet.
Although Qin Simin did not know how to play chess, she was only here to watch because Han Qianqian was playing. But seeing Han Qianqian at a loss, she could only keep her mouth shut. She could only keep her mouth shut and even lighten her breathing for fear of affecting Han Qianqian's thoughts.
A moment later, the corners of Han Qianqian's mouth suddenly drew up into a smile.
Immediately afterwards, he gently put down a son.
Wang Dong instantly bent over and directly picked up the tzu that Han Qianqian had just dropped. Shamelessly, he rushed to his old man and said, "Wrong move, wrong move, three thousand this is a slip of the hand. "
After saying that. Wang Dong handed the chess piece to Han Qianqian, who smiled bitterly and took it and put it back in its place.
Wang Dong was stunned, although his chess skills were not considered very refined, but he was also considered to be influenced by his old man, barely scraping by. Even he could see that. Han Qianqian's move actually meant very little.
Not only was it impossible to defend against his opponent's attack, but crucially, his own attack had almost been abandoned.
"Three more moves and you're going to die, are you sure you don't want to defend? " laughed Old Man Wang.
Han Qianqian laughed but did not say anything.
Old man Wang shook his head. He laughed lightly and just raised his piece, but suddenly he noticed that where Han Qianqian had landed his piece just now, it seemed rather strange.
His whole hand stopped in the air!
"You want to go around the back? "Mr. Wang finally noticed Han Qianqian's intention and turned back to drop his tile, blocking the side of where Han Qianqian had just dropped his tile.
Han Qianqian didn't say a word and dropped another piece.
Mr. Wang immediately followed.
Half an hour later, as Han Qianqian landed another piece, Mr. Wang's brow, which had been tightly furrowed, tightened, and then, with a laugh, he said.
"A wonderful move, a wonderful move. " Old Mr. Wang praised loudly.
Wang Dong's entire body was also completely frozen in place. Although Han Qianqian had not won this game against his own father, however, it was surprising that his own father could not win against Han Qianqian either.
Wang Simin saw how moved his grandfather was. He didn't understand what was going on.
Only Old Man Wang, at this point, shook his head and smiled.
"It seems. It's time to hand over to him what I have hidden for almost a hundred years. " Old Mr. Wang smiled gently towards Wang Dong.