The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

The cake shop by the roadside was still open. Shi Guang picked out the smallest one, paid for it, and carried the cake back home.

When I got home, no one was home.

Time placed the cake on the table and lit two candles.

"I hereby announce—the celebration for Shiguang's successful signing of a first-dan player is now beginning! The Go master Chu Ying will now offer his congratulations!"

Chu Ying looked at him and smiled.

"Congratulations, Xiaoguang, you've finally embarked on your professional gaming journey."

Time chuckled and lit the candle.

The flames flickered twice, reflecting on his face.

Make a wish.

"It's to celebrate for you, what would I wish for?"

I'll grant you one of my wishes.

"Alright."

Seeing Chu Ying close her eyes, Shi Guang also clasped his hands together.

When they opened their eyes, they could both see a smile on each other's lips.

"What did you wish for?"

"First, I want to win the world championship. Second, I want to surpass my brother. Third, I want to play chess with Chu Ying until I'm a hundred years old," Shi Guang honestly said. "Also, I want Grandpa to be healthy and Mom and Dad to be safe and sound."

The candlelight flickered in Chu Ying's eyes: "They are all good wishes."

"And what about you?" Shi Guang leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. "What did you wish for?"

Chu Ying smiled and said, "Wishes won't come true if you say them out loud."

"Then why did you ask me that just now!"

"Just tell me if I ask?"

"No, no!" Shi Guang's eyes widened. "If I say it, you have to say it too!"

"The candle is about to drip."

Chu Ying pointed, and Shi Guang looked down and saw that the wax was indeed dripping. He quickly blew both of them out in one breath.

The room suddenly became much darker, but thankfully moonlight shone in through the window.

"Hmph." Shi Guang muttered softly, "Next time it's your turn to speak first. If you don't speak, I won't either."

"it is good."

Time cuts the cake, eating while looking out the window.

The moon hangs in the sky, very round and bright.

"Hikaru, I want to ask you a question. What am I to you?"

Shi Guang paused for a moment, then asked, "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"Answer me first."

"Okay." Time pointed out the window, "To me, you're like the moon in the sky. I can see you, but I can't touch you. But that's okay, it's hanging in the sky, it won't fall down."

Chu Ying looked at him, the moonlight shining on Shi Guang's face. The sixteen-year-old boy still had cream on his lips, his eyes sparkling, and he spoke of forever.

"Yes," Chu Ying repeated softly, "the moon won't fall down."

After finishing the cake, Shi Guang was extremely sleepy.

I've been running around all day and I'm exhausted.

"So sleepy..."

Go to sleep.

Shi Guang yawned as she stood up, glancing at Chu Ying before lying down: "Goodnight, Chu Ying."

Goodnight, Hikari.

Shiguang lay in bed and fell asleep in no time.

A smile was still on her lips; I wonder what she was dreaming about.

Chu Ying stood by the window, watching the sleeping Shi Guang, and gently called out to him several times. When there was no response, she began to slowly reveal her innermost thoughts.

"Hikaru, I've already played three games of Go through my life, and I've played the most satisfying game of all. So why am I still so reluctant to let go?"

"When I was lighting the candles, I suddenly realized that the mission of a chess player is like a candle, using one to light another."

"The White Dragon entrusted his life to me. If his existence is for me, then my existence is for Zhang Rui and you."

"Perhaps one day, Hikaru, you will also exist for someone else."

"For hundreds of years, thousands of years, Go has been passed down from generation to generation, until eternity."

"How honored I am to have met you all in this life."

"Some people, even with their twists and turns, will eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel."

Some people have no regrets about their lives.

"Some people hold the sun and moon in their teapots—"

Some people can decide the fate of the world from the comfort of their sleeves—

"Some people are like mysteries, mysterious and enigmatic, yet they seem very lonely. But I still thank him for showing me another side of Go—"

"Some people are your source of joy, your deepest concern, your minor karmic obstacles, and even more so, a blessing you've accumulated over three lifetimes."

At some point, Chu Ying's figure became increasingly blurry—

"Hikaru, you asked me what I wished for."

"What I want most is to stay with you forever, to play chess together, and to grow old together."

"Compared to this wish, even a divine intervention is nothing."

"Unfortunately, I'm too stupid. I've figured out so many chess moves, but I only recently understood this principle."

"Meeting you is the greatest blessing I have received in my thousand years of cultivation."

"Xiao Guang, the moon is always there, it's just that Chu Ying is leaving."

A flash of white light, and nothing was left behind.

Only moonlight shone in the room, illuminating the time I slept, the empty room, and the cake that was just half left.

In the dormitory on the second floor of the dojo, Zhang Rui was lying on the bed, already asleep.

But just now, I suddenly woke up.

I can't explain why, I didn't have any nightmares, I just woke up.

I sat up and looked out the window.

The moon was very bright, illuminating the room in a silvery light.

He stared at the moon for a few seconds, then drew the curtains, lay back down, and closed his eyes.

Time has dreamt a dream.

In my dream, I was playing chess with Chu Ying in a courtyard. The sunlight was lovely, and Chu Ying said, "Xiao Guang, it's your turn."

Time picks up a chess piece, its hand hovering in mid-air.

The next morning, Shi Guang was awakened by the alarm clock.

He skillfully reached for his phone, turned off the ringer, and rolled over.

"Chu Ying".

no respond.

"Chu Ying, why are you so quiet today?"

Still no response.

Shi Guang sat up somewhat bewildered and looked around.

The curtains were drawn, and sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, drawing a thin line on the floor.

There was half a cake left over from yesterday on the table, but Chu Ying was nowhere to be seen.

"Chu Ying? Stop messing around!"

Shi Guang felt vaguely uneasy and searched the room thoroughly, looking behind the wardrobe, under the bed, behind the door, and in every possible hiding place.

No.

There is no bedroom.

There was no living room either.

"Chu Ying! Come out here!"

no answer.

Time rushes out of the house and runs to the temple.

He searched room by room, floor by floor, searching silently without saying a word.

Everyone at the dojo was startled by this strange behavior: "Shiguang? What are you looking for?"

Time seemed to stand still, panting, "It's nothing."

Zhang Rui happened to be coming down from the second floor. Shi Guang saw him and was stunned for a moment.

"I'm looking for a friend..."

Zhang Rui paused for a second, then said, "I'll stay with you."

Time did not refuse, and the two went to the chess academy.

The door to the Youxuan Chess Room was locked, so Zhang Rui asked someone to open it.

But the room was empty, with only a chessboard and two boxes of chess pieces.

Chu Ying was not among them.

The two went to the attic of their grandfather's house. The old chessboard was still there, covered with a cloth and covered in dust.

Time has lifted the veil, and the tear stains on the chessboard have disappeared, leaving only the dried wood and the cracks left by the years.