Cherish the time

When Hikari Shinto returned home, the media in Japan was excited again. The media, large and small, lined up to call the chess academy, wanting to interview the youngest world champion today.

However, after asking about Jinto's meaning, Qiyuan declined one by one.

As for the remaining third-rate magazines that directly block people at the door, they can only be handed over to the patrolmen and security guards.

However, even if he himself did not accept any interviews, the national media still tilted the focus of the report in this direction as if he had been signaled by some kind. Hikari Shinto's chess experience was listed in major newspapers and magazines. , The affirmation and praise from the society poured in like they were going to drown Hikari Shinto.

This is not bad.

——In fact, if it weren’t for his young age, simple family, gentle temperament, and good popularity, someone would have already started to arrange his personality, character, experience, and feelings...and implicate many shadows in this way, for readers Presenting a legendary story full of songs and tears, with ups and downs.

Against such a background, a piece of news that "popular artist Chihisa Yumuxuan donated [-] million yen to establish the ALS Foundation" was quickly submerged in this trend and did not attract much attention.

But those hustle and bustle from the outside world are meaningless to Shindo Hikaru.

He still plays his chess, reads his books, copies his chess records, and raises his goldfish... The black and white water chestnut goldfish has grown to ten centimeters long, and when it is swimming in the water, shuttling between water plants and rocks The figure is very beautiful.

Shinto Hikari originally wanted to buy another goldfish to keep him company, but before he bought it, he heard that suddenly adding a companion to a goldfish that had lived alone for a long time would easily kill it, so he had no choice but to give up.

If possible, Shindo really hoped that this peaceful time would last as long as possible.

But there are always some things that he can't ignore.

Let's say, the new game.

Perhaps because of his soaring net worth, the company that disappeared after hosting the first youth group arena approached Shinto again, hoping that he could continue to serve as the ring guard and take the initiative to increase his salary up a step.

After a short thought, Shindo Hikaru declined the other party's proposal.

On the one hand, it was because his schedule was too full to accommodate such a time-consuming and large-scale arrangement; on the other hand... In his memory, the preliminary competition of the Beidou Cup was just a matter of one or two months.

——Just as his memory showed, half a month later, the leaflets of the Japan-China-Korea Youth Go Team Competition called "Beidou Cup" were posted all over the bulletin boards of the entire chess academy, and Shinto Hikaru was naturally listed as a seed The player occupies the seat of the main general, and Taya Ryo is listed as a quasi-seeded player - he does not need to participate in the previous rounds of selection, he only needs to play one game with the two final selected chess players.

Almost everyone didn't think there was anything wrong with such an arrangement, except Hikari Shindo, who kept the memory of the past.

Shinto Hikaru clearly knows that the current Xiaoliang has already reached the level of Toya Ryo in his previous life when he was 17 years old, and has the strength to become a challenger for the title of the seven major press competitions. The leader of the new generation of Go is right.

However, in terms of various treatment, he was not as good as Taya Ryo who was only at the round-robin level at that time...

...From a certain point of view, this can be regarded as a kind of good luck tricking people.

a few days later.

As soon as the news that Shinto Hikaru was scheduled to be the seed player of the Japanese team came out, South Korea and China suddenly groaned.

Some people said that he used his chess skills to bully the juniors, and he had no manners at all. Others said that he was of the right age and there was nothing wrong with participating in the competition.

It is normal for these people and these thoughts to arise.

Even the person in charge of the chess academy was surprised when he received a call from Shinto and heard that he wanted to sign up for the competition. After all, the six-time champion had made it clear that he did not want to win the Grand Slam. Those who participated in international competitions before suddenly changed their minds and wanted to sign up for such... a competition that was obviously not in line with their own level. I don't know what the intention is.

It's just that Shindo Hikaru didn't say much, and the person in charge couldn't ask more.

——Why did Hikari Shinto participate in this competition?

In today's world, the only people who know this answer, apart from Shindo Hikari, are only Zhusheng Wujian.

This top entertainer who takes "Zhijiu Yuwuxuan" as his stage name and is gradually moving from domestic to international is standing in Shinto Hikari's room and looking at his bookcase.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were slightly pursed, and he looked a little confused.

Then he gently closed his eyes, and his slender fingers brushed layer by layer from bottom to top, and finally stopped on a small plain box.

"Who sent this?" He took down the small box covered with a light layer of dust from the bookcase, "Can I open it?"

"What?" Hikari Shinto, who was writing the chess record silently at his desk, subconsciously stopped his work, turned his head and saw that Takeu had opened the small box, and took out the expensive watch from Ogata, "...ah , It was a birthday present from a friend."

"Friend?" Zhusheng repeated it lightly, and the meaning of doubt was obvious.

"...At least for me, it is indeed a friend." Shinto Hikari moved his wrist, "What's wrong with this watch?"

"You haven't worn it before, have you?" Zhusheng ignored his question.

"…No."

"Oh...interesting." Zhusheng chuckled, rubbed the side of the watch lightly with his white fingertips, and whispered softly, "...Let me see...what's hidden in it..."

"What?" Shinto Hikaru's attention was also attracted by him, so he simply put down the pen in his hand, sat on the bed next to Takeo, and watched Takeo's research at close range on the piece that he had left aside for nearly two years watch.

Zhusheng groped and pressed lightly...

After about half a minute, his nails hooked a small protrusion on the side of the clockwork——

There was a soft "click".

But nothing changed.

"Bring a screwdriver." Zhusheng ordered without looking up, while unbuttoning the watch clasp and putting his left ear on the back of the watch, "Go quickly."

Shinto took the smallest screwdriver suspiciously, then continued to sit aside and watch Takeuchi move.

Zhusheng quickly removed the back cover of the watch, then threw the watch on the bed, turned over the back cover and gently pried it with a screwdriver.

The thin aluminum shell fell to the carpet without making any sound.

A simple silver ring lies quietly in the slightly concave back cover, and the words Seiji and Hikaru are engraved in simple fonts on the inside.

"Let me guess..." Zhusheng gently took out the ring, and casually put it on his ring finger, "...Is it a friend named 'Qing Er'?"

"..." Looking at the rather familiar simple silver ring, Shindo Hikaru did not answer his question.

Takesheng raised his hand and looked at the light for a moment, curled his lips as if he was not interested, took Shinto's hand and put the ring on his right ring finger.

"...This ring reveals it," he gently held Shinto's hand, showing a very rare smile that can be called full of interest, "...full of the complex taste of love and pain. .”

Shinto paused for a moment, then waved Takebu's hand away.

Zhusheng slightly raised his eyebrows, watching his movements without saying a word.

He silently took off the silver ring from his finger, picked up the watch on the bed, and put both back into the plain box.

A suffocating silence filled the room for a moment.

Then Shinto coughed lightly, and asked flatly, "So?"

"It's nothing." Zhusheng made an indifferent expression, "It's just that the emotion is too strong, which makes me feel a little in the way."

Knowing that it was a world he could only understand, Shinto didn't ask what "obstruction" meant, but got up and put the box back on the top shelf of the bookcase.

Zhusheng sat on the edge of the bed and asked him, "Have you finished writing?"

"It's still close." After putting the box away, Shinto sat back beside Takeo, and stretched out his left hand with the palm facing up, "But let's do things first."

Zhu Sheng nodded expressionlessly, snapped his fingers casually, and a plain white folding fan with 72 strands appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"...Good night." He said softly, making a small seal casually.

Shinto Hikari fell into a deep sleep.

Takebu skillfully performed a few soul-stabilizing techniques, waved Shinto to bed, and then walked around in his room.

This is quite a wonderful room.

Although the owner of the room has lost the so-called affection.

But everything in this room... is filled with gratitude and nostalgia.

Zhusheng went to the desk and sat down, picked up the chess record that Shinto had been writing before.

"'Taya Ryo'..." He looked at the trembling handwriting in the column of players, and couldn't tell what expression was on his face, "...when that day comes...you will...how to..."