I studied beheading in a mental institution

Li Kengqiang held two floating fish skewers in his hand, walked through the dark dense forest, and finally stopped slowly at the top of the mountain.

Under the star-studded night sky, a figure in white was sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the figures with a bonfire in the open space below, wondering what he was thinking.

"I brought you a skewer." Li Kengqiang sat down beside him and handed out a meat skewer, "After all, you ordered them yourself, you must try it? An Qingyu's barbecue skills are quite good .”

Tang Yusheng glanced at him, smiled helplessly, and took the meat skewers:

"Why did you just leave? Don't you talk to them more?"

"If you want to chat, you can chat by yourself. Why do you keep asking me to accompany them? I'm not their nanny." Li Kengqiang gnawed on the meat skewers and said leisurely.

Tang Yusheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after a while, he still sighed.

The two sat on the edge of the cliff, silently eating the skewers in their hands, and the air fell into silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Kengqiang looked down the mountain and suddenly said:

"sorry."

Tang Yusheng was slightly taken aback, "What?"

"You should have seen the performance of these little guys." Li Kengqiang smiled bitterly, "If we could be like them... those tragedies would not have happened."

"Uncle Li, you are thinking too much." Tang Yusheng shook his head again and again, "If you hadn't fought to the death, I would never have been born. If you hadn't worked so hard to bring me up while you were leading the special team, I wouldn't have Impossible to grow to that point...

Lin Qiye and the others are indeed doing very well, but history is history, without you, there would be no me, Tang Yusheng. "

Li Kengqiang didn't speak. He sat quietly for a long time, patted Tang Yusheng on the shoulder, got up and walked into the distance:

"Try to get along with these little guys more, you are just too withdrawn..."

Li Kengqiang waved his hand under the night sky, and his figure disappeared into the forest. Tang Yusheng was still sitting quietly, his eyes slowly closed...

……

The mental hospital of the gods.

"Good evening, Dean."

"okay."

Lin Qiye, who was wearing a white coat, nodded slightly to the two nurses walking towards him, and continued walking along the corridor.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and asked, "By the way, where is your Director Li?"

"He is repeating readings in the yard... Oh no, he has to play chess with Yelan." The nurse replied.

play chess?

With Yeland?

Lin Qiye was stunned for a while, then turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

Playing chess has always been inconsistent with Li Yifei's style of painting, and playing chess with Yelande is even more strange. Could it be that Yelande's condition has improved during his absence?

Lin Qiye's brain was running fast, and he soon arrived in the empty courtyard.

It was getting late, and the hazy moonlight fell on the grass in the courtyard, as if it had been covered with a layer of veil. Under the big tree in the center of the courtyard, two figures were sitting in front of a small square table, motionless.

One is Li Yifei, and sitting opposite him is the kind old man in a cloud-like white robe, Yelande.

Lin Qiye quietly approached the chessboard, and did not call out to Li Yifei, but stood silently behind him, looking at the chessboard.

The chessboard is a Go board, and the chess pieces are also Go pieces. Black and white two colors occupy most of the grid, but the strange thing is that this play is not the Go in Lin Qiye's memory, let alone backgammon... The whole situation is chaotic, and there seems to be no rules at all. .

I saw Li Yifei rubbing his chin with one hand, frowning tightly, as if lost in thought...

"Master Ye, what are you doing here?"

After a while, Li Yifei finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

"You did a good job, kid." Yelande said with a smile, raised his eyes, and glanced at Lin Qiye behind Li Yifei.

Li Yifei also noticed something, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw Lin Qiye who was wearing a white coat in the middle of the night. He was so frightened that he raised his wrist and lifted all the chessboard and chess pieces, scattered scattered all over the ground.

"Qiye? Why are you walking silently?" Li Yifei saw Lin Qiye's face clearly, and complained while patting his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing chess?"

"What kind of chess did you play?"

"...I don't know either." Li Yifei scratched his head, "Originally, A Zhu and I were playing backgammon here, and then Master Ye came over, and A Zhu and I played more than ten games in a row. I just watched from the side, didn't move, did I say "you're doing well, kid"...

I just thought, anyway, he has been watching for so long, why not let him come and play for a while, so I asked A Zhu to move the place for him, and then Uncle Ye sat down by himself. "

Li Yifei pointed to the chess pieces on the ground, and said with some pain:

"I thought, even if the old man has never seen backgammon, he is still the Holy Master of the Holy Cult. Seeing that I have been playing with Ah Zhu for so long, I should be able to master the game... But I didn't expect that I still played randomly. They are all dumbfounded."

From Li Yifei's mouth, Lin Qiye understood the whole story. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"It's okay, you can go to work... I'll stay with him for a while."

Lin Qiye picked up the chessboard and chess pieces, rearranged them on the table, and sat down in Li Yifei's place.

Regardless of whether it was right or not, it was at least the first time he had done anything other than "overlook" since he came to the hospital, and it might be a breakthrough in his illness.

Lin Qiye pushed the two chess baskets containing black and white chess pieces to the center of the table, and the gentleman said:

"Please first."

"You're doing well, boy."

Yelande smiled kindly, reached out and took the black chess basket, grabbed a handful from it, and sprinkled it all on the grid in front of him.

The corner of Lin Qiye's mouth twitched.

"That...Senior Yelande, this chess is not how he plays it, let me explain it to you briefly..."

Lin Qiye patiently began to explain the rules of Go to Yelande. After speaking, he added: "Do you understand?"

"You're doing well, boy."

"It's good to understand."

Lin Qiye picked up the sunspots on the Yeland chessboard, put them back into the chess basket, and made a "please" gesture:

"Please first."

Yelande smiled and grabbed a handful of chess pieces again and sprinkled them on the chessboard.

Lin Qiye: ...

Lin Qiye sighed helplessly, just as he was about to make a random move against Yelan, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and he froze in place suddenly.

On the chessboard, messy sunspots were scattered in front of Yeland in a disorderly manner, without any rules at all... But the strange thing is that no matter the number of pieces scattered or their positions, they were all the same as Yeland's. It was exactly the same when the pieces were sprinkled for the first time.