The Soul of Chess: Childhood Sweethearts
by Jinxiu Zhao
About This Novel
Twelve-year-old Shindo Hikaru went treasure hunting in his grandfather's warehouse and found a bloody chessboard. From then on, Zuo Wei, a handsome thousand-year-old ghost, followed her... From then on, she worshiped famous teachers, made friends, defeated difficult opponents one after another, helped Zuo Wei return to the world, accelerated Ta Yaliang's growth, and helped her friends such as Guyi Kaku to become talented... The new book "The Pearl of the Golden Age" begins, an ancient farming fantasy novel
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#(Tears) Zuowei. . . Can you hear my voice? God, you finally heard my prayer! '' Where is this sound coming from? . I turned around in horror, On a bloody chessboard, Indelible blood stains, You take me with you, Toward the future. But you have turned around and are no longer here. My face was filled with tears and my heart was in a state of piercing pain.
Ta Ya illuminates the fate of a lifetime, Yashita must enter the vine first. The spirit of chess is bright and bright, Just look at the tower and see the stars. Love is like chess and the heart is as cold as painting, It's like playing Go and falling lanterns. The vine flowers want to darken the nineteen roads, The radiance is as bright as your heart. Congratulations to Jinxiu, 🎉🎉🎉 It's the finale. Although I know that there is no such thing as a banquet in the world, I still feel very reluctant to give it up. I remember that when I first started reading, there were not even 10 chapters. I decided to post a poem every day at a certain number of chapters. I'm not sure. As of today, there are no 300 poems for Chess Soul, but there are 100 poems. There were one or two update errors in the middle of Jinxiu. Every time, I worry that there will never be any more. Until now, we are still one chapter away from the 500th chapter. Along the way, I have experienced the depressing feeling in my heart when I saw Sawei's memories, Hikari's disgust and worry for Mizuno Chinatsu when she was kidnapped by Mizuno Chinatsu, my heartache when I think of Ryo's loneliness in the rest of his life, my satisfaction when I saw Hikaru's wedding, and Meng Meng and Xiao Xiaoliang. My heart melts when I think of them, and so on. There are too many to list. Finally, I wish Jinxiu better and better. I also want to ask, will Jinxiu publish new articles? I'll chase him. PS, I am preparing for the exam recently. I will post a real long review after the exam. Jinxiu is waiting for me. PPS, I squeezed out time to write this poem for the finale
Yi Zuowei
How much sorrow there is in floating life, The blue-falling yellow spring and the red dust road. Looking through the sky and the long clouds, The end of the road is full of life, Xiao Xiaomu. Life flows like a dream, Time flies and flowers bloom and fall, Sitting quietly beside chess and sighing at the vicissitudes of life, I only hope that you will return to me in this life!
The reason for writing a chess spirit fanfic
In 2017, I watched the Chess Soul cartoon for the first time. From then on, the best cartoon in my mind is Soul of the Game, bar none. I have watched it many times and I really like the anime characters. I like every character. At first, I liked Sawei, then I started to like Shindo Hikaru, and then I started to like Taya Ryo. In the end, even Hegu Yijiao liked it. Finally, I took up the pen and wrote this fanfic. I don't know how many people will read it. I write this because of my own obsession. I may not be able to bear witness to tragedy, but I always hope that everyone can get what they want, just by working harder. Therefore, my article will not be written as a tragedy. Although there may be some twists and turns in the middle, the result will definitely not disappoint Taya, Shinteng and Zuowei. I hope that Taya and Shindo Hikari will always be together, but I don't want them to be embarrassed by the world because of their forbidden love. So, I adopted the perspective of a reborn person. In addition, I tried to adhere to some of the plots of the original anime and edited the content so that it would not exceed the plot too much. However, after posting this monologue of mine, I don't know if it will lose fans, but this is what I feel. I love Qishun, I love Zuo Wei, I love Ta Ya,... Writing things is a bit boring. If you like it, please tip or vote, or leave your footprints on the message board to let me know that there are others who are walking with me and cheering me on. Thanks.
One update a day! ! No eunuchs! !
Who has been playing chess for thousands of years? Experienced the vicissitudes of the world Still no regrets Even if he leaves Still with me in dreams The passing clouds at that time When to face it calmly Cold tears blow in the wind Only then did I know the feeling of parting How many dreams and tears How much helplessness is gradually realized Falling flowers are like flowing water Only then did I realize how precious the flowering period is How much searching does it take to know how to cherish it?
Cherish the remaining spring and worry about autumn dreams At dusk, the wind blows and the rain falls. The two shadows were speechless as they played chess. I hope you will be devastated for thousands of years, and your catalpa tree will be stained with tears and you will be unable to speak. The moon sets at the end of the world, and I wake up from my dream. Where is the sound of chess still playing? When the autumn dream of thinking about you is broken, my heart cannot sleep again under the autumn sky. Jinxiu, can you let Zuo Wei stay this time?
?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2 White Other Shore It rained continuously in March, and the sound suddenly startled me at midnight. I can't sleep with worries in the morning, and I pity the blood of the setting sun in the evening. The cups of strong wine are empty, and the candles are about to rest. Xiaoxiao is your echo, and it is difficult to find your way back to your dreams alone. Autumn maples and flowers are rustling in, and the boat is dragging without a curtain. I couldn't bear to hear the sound of swallowing. I haven't seen anyone rocking the oar for a long time. Thinking back to the old days when I was still alive, I wandered leisurely while knocking on the keys. The numerous palace gates are as deep as the sea, where can everyone express their deepest feelings? Silent and helpless, the wind blows the dew, and angrily throws himself into the cold water furnace. Hunting becomes the soul of hunting, and weeping and choking will eventually be heard. Every day I look forward to getting a strong hand, and every night I invite wet phoenix eyes. The spring and autumn are spent away from each other, but it is sad to say goodbye late. Yanyan's blood splattered on the black and white stone, and the happy companionship has come to an end. I can't recall it when I think about it hard, and the water on the other side is covered with white water. The deep and lonely sleep is not coming out, the faint spring breeze touches the heartstrings. The banquet has changed like a child, but it turns out that it has been thousands of years. Be straightforward and clear about where your heart belongs, and be anxious just to see each other again. Although the little boy was resentful, he sighed and nodded lightly. Yingyingluo fan painted and smiled, while Lianlian cried and couldn't hide her joy. Gradually, as if it were a master-disciple agreement, the astringent fingertips will disappear. The warm light flows by my side every year, and how many years can I have in each year? Gently turn into fluorescent yarn, listen to the flowing wine saying goodbye. The twilight can be seen in the distance, and the luxuriant flowers are blooming all along the Tuchuan River. It is clear that there is no need to lead to the other side, and the long sleeves are decorated in white. Secretly looking back at Acacia, the hair on the temples is tangled with bamboo. The other shore is picked in the cold, who will reincarnate in the warm future. Slowly opening the curtain of sleeping eyes, the continuous spring rain has not stopped. On May 5th, I was drunk and left poems, each word embedded in my heart. Empty wine glasses clink, the shadows of red candles condense with red tears. It's hard to regret losing a child every time. I only hope that you can return. It's May 5th again next year
Under the sky, there is nothing but the king's land. On the shore of the land, could it be the king's ministers? In Penglai, the smoke of gunpowder has begun. Nineteen vertical and horizontal paths lead to the gods. Intertwined, touching the ground and taking root. In the land of black and white, every inch of land must be fought for. The radius is like water, thousands of sails are passing by, The red clouds are scattered, and the Big Dipper stars are scattered. People are in panic and there are many tricks. Standing alone in a tight siege, everyone is angry. Good and evil are stunned, the galaxy is cut off, The wind and clouds are surging, and the waves are deep. The road is narrow and confused, and the twin stars are confused. Take advantage of your strength and cut off the water without leaving a trace. Diving deep into the sky, my destiny is about to change, Jumping forward and flying diagonally, the situation has been achieved. Wise plans and good plans, crows and egrets are deeply affectionate. Green shirt and white sleeves, a charming figure. Suddenly looking back, the years have passed, The stars change, the sun sets and the moon rises. The years are passing by, like water without contention. After thousands of years, the chess path is finally perfected. Fate is difficult to calculate, and there are thousands of wheels in the dust. Rotten dreams are short, rotten trees and withered vines. The poor are determined, and the beauty is beautiful. Black and white are like dreams, phantoms are like dust. Waking up from a dream in the silent night, the world of mortals changes. But looking back, all the kings and bandits were burned.
As the sun sets, the bamboo shadows grow, Flowers are falling in the forest. The lonely figure sits beside the chess piece, Drink and taste your thoughts. Looking back now, There is no soul left behind. Now sit quietly in front of chess, The plain fan is a thing of the past. After waiting for decades, Where were the people back then? Sitting alone in front of the moon at night, I only remember my teacher's grace. The world of chess has changed; All the hair turns into frost. So I whispered softly before, I only regret you in this life.
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#(Tears) Zuowei. . . Can you hear my voice? God, you finally heard my prayer! '' Where is this sound coming from? . I turned around in horror, On a bloody chessboard, Indelible blood stains, You take me with you, Toward the future. But you have turned around and are no longer here. My face was filled with tears and my heart was in a state of piercing pain.
Ta Ya illuminates the fate of a lifetime, Yashita must enter the vine first. The spirit of chess is bright and bright, Just look at the tower and see the stars. Love is like chess and the heart is as cold as painting, It's like playing Go and falling lanterns. The vine flowers want to darken the nineteen roads, The radiance is as bright as your heart. Congratulations to Jinxiu, 🎉🎉🎉 It's the finale. Although I know that there is no such thing as a banquet in the world, I still feel very reluctant to give it up. I remember that when I first started reading, there were not even 10 chapters. I decided to post a poem every day at a certain number of chapters. I'm not sure. As of today, there are no 300 poems for Chess Soul, but there are 100 poems. There were one or two update errors in the middle of Jinxiu. Every time, I worry that there will never be any more. Until now, we are still one chapter away from the 500th chapter. Along the way, I have experienced the depressing feeling in my heart when I saw Sawei's memories, Hikari's disgust and worry for Mizuno Chinatsu when she was kidnapped by Mizuno Chinatsu, my heartache when I think of Ryo's loneliness in the rest of his life, my satisfaction when I saw Hikaru's wedding, and Meng Meng and Xiao Xiaoliang. My heart melts when I think of them, and so on. There are too many to list. Finally, I wish Jinxiu better and better. I also want to ask, will Jinxiu publish new articles? I'll chase him. PS, I am preparing for the exam recently. I will post a real long review after the exam. Jinxiu is waiting for me. PPS, I squeezed out time to write this poem for the finale
Yi Zuowei
How much sorrow there is in floating life, The blue-falling yellow spring and the red dust road. Looking through the sky and the long clouds, The end of the road is full of life, Xiao Xiaomu. Life flows like a dream, Time flies and flowers bloom and fall, Sitting quietly beside chess and sighing at the vicissitudes of life, I only hope that you will return to me in this life!
The reason for writing a chess spirit fanfic
In 2017, I watched the Chess Soul cartoon for the first time. From then on, the best cartoon in my mind is Soul of the Game, bar none. I have watched it many times and I really like the anime characters. I like every character. At first, I liked Sawei, then I started to like Shindo Hikaru, and then I started to like Taya Ryo. In the end, even Hegu Yijiao liked it. Finally, I took up the pen and wrote this fanfic. I don't know how many people will read it. I write this because of my own obsession. I may not be able to bear witness to tragedy, but I always hope that everyone can get what they want, just by working harder. Therefore, my article will not be written as a tragedy. Although there may be some twists and turns in the middle, the result will definitely not disappoint Taya, Shinteng and Zuowei. I hope that Taya and Shindo Hikari will always be together, but I don't want them to be embarrassed by the world because of their forbidden love. So, I adopted the perspective of a reborn person. In addition, I tried to adhere to some of the plots of the original anime and edited the content so that it would not exceed the plot too much. However, after posting this monologue of mine, I don't know if it will lose fans, but this is what I feel. I love Qishun, I love Zuo Wei, I love Ta Ya,... Writing things is a bit boring. If you like it, please tip or vote, or leave your footprints on the message board to let me know that there are others who are walking with me and cheering me on. Thanks.
One update a day! ! No eunuchs! !
Who has been playing chess for thousands of years? Experienced the vicissitudes of the world Still no regrets Even if he leaves Still with me in dreams The passing clouds at that time When to face it calmly Cold tears blow in the wind Only then did I know the feeling of parting How many dreams and tears How much helplessness is gradually realized Falling flowers are like flowing water Only then did I realize how precious the flowering period is How much searching does it take to know how to cherish it?
Cherish the remaining spring and worry about autumn dreams At dusk, the wind blows and the rain falls. The two shadows were speechless as they played chess. I hope you will be devastated for thousands of years, and your catalpa tree will be stained with tears and you will be unable to speak. The moon sets at the end of the world, and I wake up from my dream. Where is the sound of chess still playing? When the autumn dream of thinking about you is broken, my heart cannot sleep again under the autumn sky. Jinxiu, can you let Zuo Wei stay this time?
?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2?0?2 White Other Shore It rained continuously in March, and the sound suddenly startled me at midnight. I can't sleep with worries in the morning, and I pity the blood of the setting sun in the evening. The cups of strong wine are empty, and the candles are about to rest. Xiaoxiao is your echo, and it is difficult to find your way back to your dreams alone. Autumn maples and flowers are rustling in, and the boat is dragging without a curtain. I couldn't bear to hear the sound of swallowing. I haven't seen anyone rocking the oar for a long time. Thinking back to the old days when I was still alive, I wandered leisurely while knocking on the keys. The numerous palace gates are as deep as the sea, where can everyone express their deepest feelings? Silent and helpless, the wind blows the dew, and angrily throws himself into the cold water furnace. Hunting becomes the soul of hunting, and weeping and choking will eventually be heard. Every day I look forward to getting a strong hand, and every night I invite wet phoenix eyes. The spring and autumn are spent away from each other, but it is sad to say goodbye late. Yanyan's blood splattered on the black and white stone, and the happy companionship has come to an end. I can't recall it when I think about it hard, and the water on the other side is covered with white water. The deep and lonely sleep is not coming out, the faint spring breeze touches the heartstrings. The banquet has changed like a child, but it turns out that it has been thousands of years. Be straightforward and clear about where your heart belongs, and be anxious just to see each other again. Although the little boy was resentful, he sighed and nodded lightly. Yingyingluo fan painted and smiled, while Lianlian cried and couldn't hide her joy. Gradually, as if it were a master-disciple agreement, the astringent fingertips will disappear. The warm light flows by my side every year, and how many years can I have in each year? Gently turn into fluorescent yarn, listen to the flowing wine saying goodbye. The twilight can be seen in the distance, and the luxuriant flowers are blooming all along the Tuchuan River. It is clear that there is no need to lead to the other side, and the long sleeves are decorated in white. Secretly looking back at Acacia, the hair on the temples is tangled with bamboo. The other shore is picked in the cold, who will reincarnate in the warm future. Slowly opening the curtain of sleeping eyes, the continuous spring rain has not stopped. On May 5th, I was drunk and left poems, each word embedded in my heart. Empty wine glasses clink, the shadows of red candles condense with red tears. It's hard to regret losing a child every time. I only hope that you can return. It's May 5th again next year
Under the sky, there is nothing but the king's land. On the shore of the land, could it be the king's ministers? In Penglai, the smoke of gunpowder has begun. Nineteen vertical and horizontal paths lead to the gods. Intertwined, touching the ground and taking root. In the land of black and white, every inch of land must be fought for. The radius is like water, thousands of sails are passing by, The red clouds are scattered, and the Big Dipper stars are scattered. People are in panic and there are many tricks. Standing alone in a tight siege, everyone is angry. Good and evil are stunned, the galaxy is cut off, The wind and clouds are surging, and the waves are deep. The road is narrow and confused, and the twin stars are confused. Take advantage of your strength and cut off the water without leaving a trace. Diving deep into the sky, my destiny is about to change, Jumping forward and flying diagonally, the situation has been achieved. Wise plans and good plans, crows and egrets are deeply affectionate. Green shirt and white sleeves, a charming figure. Suddenly looking back, the years have passed, The stars change, the sun sets and the moon rises. The years are passing by, like water without contention. After thousands of years, the chess path is finally perfected. Fate is difficult to calculate, and there are thousands of wheels in the dust. Rotten dreams are short, rotten trees and withered vines. The poor are determined, and the beauty is beautiful. Black and white are like dreams, phantoms are like dust. Waking up from a dream in the silent night, the world of mortals changes. But looking back, all the kings and bandits were burned.
As the sun sets, the bamboo shadows grow, Flowers are falling in the forest. The lonely figure sits beside the chess piece, Drink and taste your thoughts. Looking back now, There is no soul left behind. Now sit quietly in front of chess, The plain fan is a thing of the past. After waiting for decades, Where were the people back then? Sitting alone in front of the moon at night, I only remember my teacher's grace. The world of chess has changed; All the hair turns into frost. So I whispered softly before, I only regret you in this life.
