A chessboard, a game. "The world is a game, and everything is just a ball." At this end, the man picked up a clear white stone and dropped it somewhere. The black one is as sharp as a sword and moves fiercely, while the white one is as gentle as jade, but can move with ease. "What kind of statement is this?" The other end frowned, staring closely at the white cloud. The man carefully rubbed the handle of the wheelchair under him and smiled slightly: "Common people are motivated by money, scholar-bureaucrats are motivated by wealth, and emperors are motivated by the world. Aren't these all games? But there are differences among them." "How is it different?" "Obsessed with the present. But they don't know that they will become the chess pieces on other people's chessboards." The man's voice became hoarse and deep, "They think they have the ability to control everything, but they don't know that in other people's chessboards, they are at most restless chess pieces, but the real ones are. The players have already prepared a good game for any of their struggles, and they cannot escape..." The person on the other end was shocked and asked: "What if it jumps out of the chessboard?" "It jumped out." The man pondered for a moment, "That will only happen. There are two situations. ""First," he smiled scornfully, "it's because the so-called gamer has insufficient intelligence and poor skills." "And secondly, if that person is really secretive, then he will also become a gamer..." The man finally raised his head. Facing the beautiful spring light, a smile bloomed and lingered on his delicate and handsome face. The sun was shining brightly, and the pear blossoms were blooming just right. He squinted his eyes slightly and said in a clear voice, "So, the story has just begun."