The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

On the 143rd move, nine large dragons appeared on the board.

Number of spectators: 13,000.

The server lag on Weida.com became increasingly severe, prompting the technical department to urgently increase bandwidth.

In the chat room, messages almost came to a standstill, because everyone was dumbfounded—

"Nine great dragons..."

"This is no longer Go."

"What is that?"

"It's war."

Yu Xiaoyang sat in the study, staring at the screen, the teacup in his hand already cold.

This game of chess reminded him of something from the past.

More than 30 years ago, I saw the "Kamakura Ten-Game Match" between Wu Qingyuan and Kitani Minoru for the first time.

He was just a child then and couldn't understand the game, but he had a vague feeling that Go could be played in this way.

Today, he had that feeling again.

Black's playing style is ancient and profound, carrying the vicissitudes of a thousand years.

White's playing style is precise and ruthless, seemingly incapable of making any mistakes.

Two completely different games of Go collide, fight, and become entangled on this virtual board.

Yu Xiaoyang put down his teacup and said softly, "This is what Go should be like."

Move 171, White, in the center, leans in.

This move connected the seven dragons that were scattered across the board.

They are not directly connected, but rather formed into a net.

The seven dragons and the seven orphans suddenly became one after this move.

Chu Ying stared at the screen, remaining motionless for a long time.

"Xiao Guang".

"Um."

"I lost."

Shi Guang paused for a moment: "It's not finished downloading yet."

"The game is over. Look at the board. White's seven dragons have formed a net, and all of Black's escape routes have been blocked."

Shiguang stared at the chessboard for a long time, feeling somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Give up."

At Chu Ying's request, Shi Guang pressed the surrender button.

A pop-up window appeared on the screen: "Black resigns, White wins by resignation."

Silence fell over the spectator room.

Thirteen thousand people, not a single one spoke.

Then, a message slowly appeared in the chat room—

"Chu Ying, who are you?"

No one answered because Chu Ying and Zhang Rui had already logged off.

Inside a private room at the internet cafe, Shi Guang sat in front of the computer, staring at the screen without moving.

Chu Yingpiao stood beside him, without saying a word.

After a long time, time spoke.

"Chu Ying, are you sad?"

"I'm not sad."

"real?"

"Seriously, this is the most enjoyable game of chess I've ever played."

Time turned its head and looked at Chu Ying.

On Chu Ying's face was an expression he had never seen before—neither a smile nor a cry, but a satisfied calm.

"Your brother is amazing, more amazing than me, more amazing than anyone else."

"So, have you found the divine hand?"

Chu Ying was silent for a moment: "No."

Shi Guang paused for a moment, then asked, "No?"

"No." Chu Ying looked at the chess game on the screen. "Perhaps the divine move should not be limited to a single move or a single moment, but should be the lifelong pursuit of every chess player."

"So you've been searching for it for over a thousand years..."

"Yes, we've been searching for over a thousand years," Chu Ying laughed. "But today I suddenly realized that whether we find it or not is no longer important."

Why?

Chu Ying turned her head and looked at Shi Guang: "Because being able to play chess with you is enough."

Time opened its mouth as if to say something, but its throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"Xiao Guang".

"Um."

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for letting me play this game of chess."

Chu Ying's gaze fell on the screen, on the account named "Chu Ying", and on the line of personal introduction—You are my eyes.

"After more than a thousand years, I finally know that what I want is more than just the hand of God."

"What is that?"

I'll tell you later.

As evening fell, time once again came to Zhang Rui: "Brother."

"Um."

"That game of chess today..."

"What's wrong?"

Shi Guang hesitated for a moment: "What do you think of Chu Ying's performance?"

Zhang Rui was silent for a few seconds: "Very good."

"How much worse is he than you?"

"It's not bad, just different."

Shi Guang paused for a moment, then asked, "If he plays another game with you, who do you think will win?"

Zhang Rui looked at him without saying a word.

Time strode away with light steps: "Chu Ying, my brother said you're no worse than him."

Chu Yingpiao, standing beside him, smiled and said, "He's just being polite."

"I don't think so, he really thinks so."

Chu Ying didn't answer, but turned to look in the direction of Zhang Rui's dormitory and silently said in her heart, "Thank you."

The news of the signing came suddenly. When the manager of the Weida GC team called, Shi Guang was setting up a Go board in the Go hall's match room.

The person on the other end of the phone said the contract was ready and could be signed at any time.

Shi Guang paused for several seconds, then said "Oh," and agreed.

After hanging up the phone, he called out in his mind, "Chu Ying! Did you hear me?"

no respond.

"Chu Ying?"

"I heard you, congratulations."

Time turned around, and Chu Ying was seen standing by the window, sunlight shining through the window onto him, making his outline somewhat blurry.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Chu Ying turned around, smiled, and said, "I was just a little distracted."

Shi Guang didn't think much about it; her mind was completely focused on signing the contract.

It was almost dark when we left the Weida GC Club.

Time marched ahead, chattering on and on: "Weida GC, Fang Xu's team. They said when I signed the contract I could play right away. Even though it's only a third-string team, Yu Liang is still a substitute on the Donghu Securities team. Chu Ying, wouldn't you say I'm way ahead of him?"

Chu Ying followed behind without responding.

"Chu Ying?"

"Um."

Why aren't you saying anything?

"I'm listening."

Time continued to move forward, and they talked about what they would buy after receiving their salaries.

Chu Ying followed behind, step by step, and then suddenly stopped.

The scenery before my eyes had changed; it was no longer the streets of Fangyuan City, but a palace.

The beams and pillars stand tall, the curtains hang low, and wisps of smoke rise from the incense burner.

A chessboard was placed in the center of the hall, with chess pieces scattered around.

"Chu Ying!"

It is the sound of time, coming from a very, very far place.

Chu Ying suddenly raised his head, and the palace vanished, the curtains vanished, and the chessboard vanished.

He returned to the streets of Fangyuan City. The streetlights had just come on when Shi Guang stood before him, looking displeased.

"What are you doing? I've called you several times and you haven't answered me."

Chu Ying opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had just gone to another place, but he swallowed the words back.

"It's nothing, I was just spacing out."

"Daydreaming?" Shi Guang looked at him suspiciously. "Why are you daydreaming so much today?"

"A journey that takes place once every thousand years."

Shi Guang laughed: "Let's go, let's hurry back, I need to talk to my mom and my brother about the contract."

Chu Ying followed, and after a few steps, suddenly said, "Xiao Guang."

"Um?"

"How about we celebrate?"

Time seemed to stand still, turning its head: "Celebrate?"

"You've signed a contract, that's a big deal."

Shi Guang thought for a moment, then grinned: "Okay! Let's celebrate! How about buying a cake?"

"it is good."