Chapter 20 twenty

twenty Mr. Liu said to me in the morning: I didn't sleep all night last night, and I just thought about two things.One is to eat a duck, and the other is to learn chess from Wang Er, and figure out why I can't play his big row of hand cannons.I told him: This line of hand cannons is a new change.In 1966 AD, fifteen famous Chinese chess players, including Yang Guanlin from Guangdong, He Shunan from Shanghai, Liu Dahua from Hubei, and Wang Jialiang from Heilongjiang, gathered in the city of Hangzhou.Everyone said: Shanghai Hu Ronghua is too good, he has won several championships in a row, it's abominable!We have to figure him out. (Opig note: Hu Ronghua is the champion of Chinese chess. My dad has subscribed to "Chess" magazine for N years, and every issue of that bible contains his chess games.) Everyone said that Da Lie's hand is bad chess, so I made up the changes from here , Let him never think of it in his life, it will kill him!So I thought about it for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and made up fifteen, which is very evil!Old Mr. Liu was delighted to hear this, and clicked his tongue.Xiao Zhuanling laughed and said, don't listen to Wang Ershou's story.Mr. Liu said: Lingzi, you don't know how to play chess, so don't interrupt!There is such a thing!Then, what happened?I said: At that time, everyone agreed that one person's memory would change all the way, so I went on to say, what happened afterwards?I said: At that time, everyone agreed that one person would remember one change, and this change could only be used for Hu Ronghua, not among ourselves—Lingzi, you go clean up the ducks, you don’t understand—but it didn’t work for anyone afterwards.Hu Ronghua is still the champion!Mr. Liu, you know chess, guess why?

Mr. Liu thought for a long time before hesitantly said: You said just now, He Shun'an? I said: wow!In the end is the old man!That fellow is from Hu Ronghua's hometown, and he specializes in spies (if Mr. Liu hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't be able to make it up——Wang Er's note)!On the first day of the competition, every chess player participating in the Hangzhou Chess Club received a letter with a single sentence: Che Ba Ping Wu.Under the signature: well-known do not have!Mr. Liu, guess again, what's going on?He beat the case and shouted: What a Hu Ronghua!Really great!He Shun'an can only change once, and the other fourteen changes must not be remembered completely.Old Hu saw that he could not win, so he wrote down the first step of the big row and sent it to others. When they saw it, you knew we were going to go to the row, so they didn't dare to go.This is the trick of the dead Zhuge scaring away the living Zhongda!You will definitely change in these fifteen ways, no wonder you can't beat you.The origin of this big row of hands is so big, teach me.I said, teaching is also possible, and it costs one yuan all the way.He said, cheap!

People are like children when they are old, and this is true. Mr. Liu brought the chessboard, cut out the paper, and prepared the pencil to write the score. He opened his strange eyes and looked me up and down.I felt itchy in my heart, I really wanted to hit him on the head.After taking a step, Mr. Liu sang loudly: Che Baping—five!Raise your hand and take notes.It made me laugh so hard that I even overturned the chessboard. Later, I told him that there was no such change, and that I made it up to lie to him, and he was very upset.In a blink of an eye, I was happy again, because I remembered the duck.People are so naive when they are old, and everything is expected by others.Facing the poor duck's carcass, Mr. Liu came up with many ideas to divide it into several parts.Part of it is crispy, part of it is steamed, part of it is boiled in soup, and part of it is fried. If the duck is alive after death, you must ask Mr. Liu why it is.If I die and someone takes a quarter of me to be cremated, buried in the ground, buried in the sky, and mummified with a quarter, I have the same question.But we only have soy sauce paste in our kitchen, so it can only be braised.Mr. Liu said that the braised duck must be cooked until it is tender, and it must be cooked until it is dark.Old Mr. Liu spent all of Laijin and bought only one duck.So I had to go hungry at noon.Old Mr. Liu said that it is never too late for a good meal, but he always removes the pot of the stewed duck, even if he sees it, he will satisfy his greed;The smell of stewed duck wafted into the room, and Mr. Liu couldn't sit still, walking around like a madman.It will be night and day, and his blood pressure is high, so he will definitely not be able to bear it.So the little Zhuanling called me out, gave me some money, and told me to take him to lunch.She also said that she was not hungry.So I said to Mr. Liu: Old man, go shopping with me.I rode a man's bike and he rode a woman's bike out of the gate of the mine.Then I said to Mr. Liu: I still have a little money, enough for the two of us to go to Xinjie to have a meal of steamed mutton.There was a crash, and Mr. Liu fell to the ground with his car and people.I hurriedly stopped the car and looked back, only to see Mr. Liu got up from the ground, salivating, and said: "Sheep~~ Roupaomo!" !

I invited Mr. Liu to eat steamed buns.Because I scolded him in the morning, I felt a little guilty.Then he died.He didn't eat the duck after all.When I ate that duck that night, I vomited it at the first bite, and Xiaozhuanling couldn't eat it, so I threw it away.The meat of the duck is drilled and slippery, and the feeling when eating it is really terrible. I still don't like to eat duck. When eating steamed buns with Mr. Liu, I talked about Mr. He with him.The old man's face suddenly changed, and he said: "Eat, eat, don't talk about these things, it's scary."I said: Why not talk about it, old man, what are you afraid of.He said: Don't mention the dead.I said, what a joke, at your age, are you still afraid of death?The old man said naively: No one is afraid.I said: Can you not die if you are afraid?Old man, look at what you eat, it's haggis.It's all cholesterol.Arteriosclerosis after eating is not far from death.The old man looked so good that his hands were shaking.

Later Mr. Liu took the courage to tell me what happened before Mr. He died (he said, go home and drink some vinegar, it will solve it - Wang Er's Note), and it was not very interesting.Before jumping off the building, Mr. He only said, tell my family not to be too sad.Didn't say anything like another hero in twenty years, or even: let my son avenge me.At that time, I thought that for a boring person like Mr. Liu, everything he said was boring. After dinner, I asked Mr. Liu to go home, and I walked outside until dark before returning.I live very boring, like a useless person.When a person reaches this stage, his mind will be full of great ideas.At that time, I thought: It would be great if there was a war.

It is natural for people who are bored to want war.Our generation grew up in anticipation of war.Take me as an example. Although I am not afraid of pain, and I am not afraid of death, I can only dig pits in peacetime, and China does not have enough people to dig pits. In peaceful years, life is just a competition of digging holes to grow food.Although I was born tall and strong, I am no match for others.This is because firstly, I have not been used to this kind of work since I was a child, and secondly, I have back pain, and it is impossible to do farm work without a waist.So I'm looking forward to another kind of competition.On the battlefield, my valor will surpass all others.If I were a prisoner, I would secretly pick up a piece of glass, cut my stomach, take out my intestines and hang them on the enemy's neck.Soldiers like me must be of great use.But if there is no war, I am as useless as Mr. Liu.

Now I understand that pulling out intestines and hanging them around someone's neck is a very bad idea.If you are not happy with your own life, you want to fight with others.If everyone thinks this way, no one will be able to live a good life.And I also understand that Mr. Liu's death is nothing more natural. He has nothing left in this world, only his last days. Mr. Liu urinated in the toilet, often urinating on his pants.