After a long time passed, when the four sides were peaceful, and the war was launched in Kuma and Nanshan, and when Gai Nie had to worry about nothing but "Xiao Zhuang ate half a bowl more rice today than yesterday" and "the river in front of the gate has risen several feet recently", the two of them were free to play chess and chat together. In those days, Wei Zhuang would occasionally have a whim and ask: "Brother, who is your lifelong opponent?"
"You" Mr. Guy, who has been calm all his life, will always reply calmly in his slow, anxious and low tone.
"Who do you care about most in your life?" Wei Zhuang, who was satisfied and interested in Shang Jue, took a sip of tea and asked again with a subtle smirk that had remained unchanged for many years.
"You" Mr. Guy replied still calmly.
Wei Zhuang was not happy now. He placed the tea cup heavily on the table and sneered sideways, "Isn't the person that Senior Brother cares about the most about all the people in the world?"
Although Gai Nie wanted to ask who the common people were, in the end he only stroked his forehead and silently drank half a cup of tea. He slowly raised his head and looked at his junior brother with the same sharp eyes as before, and said coolly: "Isn't Xiaozhuang one of the common people in the world?" Moreover, he is the one who wields a whip and plays chess, the one that people have to pay attention to.
As if being choked, Wei Zhuang glared at Gai Nie with his long and narrow eyes. But the gaze that met her was calm and composed, as if smiling, just like in the ups and downs of the past decades, it had never changed in the slightest, gentle, steady, and unfailingly affectionate.