The world of film and television begins with Hikaru no Go

After returning from Lanyin Temple, the three of them quickly ate some food in the canteen, all of which was left for them by Zhu Dayong.

After settling Shi Guang back in his original dormitory, Zhang Rui returned to his own room.

The dojo was very quiet. The corridor lights were off, and only the moonlight from outside seeped in through the window at the end, spreading a thin layer of silvery white on the ground.

Zhang Rui lay on the bed with his eyes open.

The moonlight cast a blurry patch of light on the ceiling, which slowly shifted as the clouds moved.

Several images flashed through my mind—

By the lake, Shi Guang lay on the ground, soaking wet, repeatedly saying "He's gone," while he himself could do nothing but stand there, equally soaking wet.

In the dormitory, Shi Guang knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably. Her clothes were a size too big, with the sleeves covering half of her fingers. She was huddled in that clump of fabric, like a cat soaked by the rain. He squatted down, put his hand on Shi Guang's shoulder, and said, "Cry." Then Shi Guang cried even harder.

On the way back from Lanyin Temple, Shiguang sat in the back seat, clutching the folding fan tightly in his hand. He didn't say a word, his knuckles white from gripping the fan so tightly. He stared blankly out the window, his eyes red, but no more tears fell...

Zhang Rui closed his eyes, wondering why he had to accompany Shi Guang on this journey.

He rolled over and faced the wall.

My finger unconsciously traced a few lines on the pillow, then stopped.

He remembered something: the wishing stone that had been lying in the system's inventory since the first day he transmigrated.

Open the system panel, and a blue transparent light screen appears before your eyes.

Select the wishing stone and click "Use".

He silently prayed, "Bring Chu Ying back."

A line of text popped up on the screen: "Price: You will be forced to leave the current world prematurely, and your next world will be a soul-transfer journey. Confirm?"

Without any hesitation, Zhang Rui clicked "Confirm".

The air in the room suddenly turned cold. Zhang Rui felt himself disappearing. He wanted to leave some farewell messages for the others, but before he could do anything, a flash of white light appeared, and he lost consciousness.

A few days later, a news report came on television—

"Today, we received heartbreaking news. Zhang Rui, a renowned Go player, professional 9-dan, and ten-time world champion, tragically drowned yesterday at the young age of sixteen."

Scene transition (Zhang Rui's competition footage, podium photo)

According to our reporter, the incident occurred at approximately 4 PM yesterday. Zhang Rui was taking a walk by Yuehu Lake on the outskirts of Fangyuan City when he suddenly noticed a 9-year-old boy calling for help in the lake. Witnesses stated that Zhang Rui jumped into the water without hesitation and forcefully pushed the boy towards the shore. Subsequently, with the help of nearby residents, the boy was successfully rescued, but Zhang Rui sank into the water due to exhaustion.

Local firefighters arrived and immediately began a search and rescue operation. About an hour later, Zhang Rui was found and taken to a nearby hospital. Despite all efforts to save him, he unfortunately passed away. The rescued boy is currently in stable condition and out of danger.

"Zhang Rui displayed his Go talent from a young age, achieving professional status at ten and winning his first world championship. In his short professional career, he not only achieved a legendary record of undefeated in individual world championships, but also inspired countless young people to dedicate themselves to the cause of Go. His sudden passing is a great loss to the Chinese Go community. Currently, the relevant follow-up work is underway."

The scene cuts to a hospital.

The boy was taken to the emergency room and was found to be fine after examination; he had just choked on some water and was a little frightened.

A couple sat by the bedside; the woman's eyes were red, and the man silently clenched his fists.

The boy lay on the bed, asleep.

He rolled over and mumbled something under his breath.

Mom leaned closer to listen.

The boy said, "...time..."

Mom was taken aback: "What did you say?"

The boy did not respond and fell into a deep sleep again.

The information card on the bedside table had the boy's name written on it: Zhang Rui.

Zhang Rui's funeral was not overly grand; only somber funeral music played on a loop.

A black-and-white portrait of Zhang Rui was placed in the center. He looked at the camera with a calm expression—just like when he was alive, without any particular expression.

People from the Go school all came, including Ban Heng, Zhu Dayong, Shen Yilang, Xu Hou, Hong He, and others such as Yu Xiaoyang and Fang Xu.

Everyone was dressed in black and stood silently in the hall.

Time stands at the forefront of the crowd.

He didn't cry, he just stared at the photo.

Her eyes were red, but no tears fell, because she had already cried them all out.

A couple walked in with a boy.

The woman's eyes were red, and the man's face was grave.

The boy was wearing a dark blue jacket, and there was a bandage on his wrist from when he was hospitalized.

They walked up to the portrait and bowed deeply.

The boy glanced at Shi Guang but said nothing.

After the funeral, time did not follow anyone else.

A person stood on the steps outside the funeral home, staring blankly at the gray sky.

The wind was strong, making my coat flutter loudly.

He didn't know how much time had passed when someone patted him on the shoulder.

Looking back, it's that boy.

The boy stood there, looking at himself, his eyes shining.

His parents stood at a distance, not following him, seemingly waiting for him.

"I have something to tell you." The boy's voice was not loud, but it was clear, unlike the tone of a nine-year-old child.

Looking at the child, Shi Guang felt a strange sensation.

"Let's go."

The two walked to the side and found a secluded corner.

The boy stood there, watching time pass by, for a long time.

Shi Guang felt a little uncomfortable being stared at: "You said you had something to say to me—"

"Time".

The boy called out his name, and Shi Guang was stunned; he didn't remember introducing himself.

"you……"

The boy didn't give him a chance to speak.

"I am not Zhang Rui, I am Chu Ying."

"Are you really Chu Ying?" Shi Guang's voice trembled as he stared at the nine-year-old boy before him, unsure of what to say. "...I thought I'd never see you again."

Zhang Rui didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Shiguang sniffed, trying to calm herself down.

"So, what should I call you from now on?"

"Whatever you want to call me, you can call me whatever you like."

"So... shall I call you Xiao Rui?"

"I'm over a thousand years old, how can I be small?"

Time looked at the child and smiled.

Shiguang paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "But you're younger than me now."

Zhang Rui opened his mouth, but found that he really couldn't refute it, so he laughed.

The two stood there, talking about this and that.

The wind subsided a bit, and sunlight peeked through the clouds.

"Chu Ying".

"Um?"

Shi Guang glanced into the distance—Zhang Rui's parents were still standing there, looking in their direction, waiting for him to return.

"You should go back now."

Zhang Rui followed his gaze and nodded.

Are they good to you?

"fine."

"That's good."

Time didn't ask many questions; being alive and having someone to take care of you is enough.

"Then I'm leaving."

"Um."

"Time."

Zhang Rui turned around and walked towards his parents. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and said, "Time."

Time looks up.

"We will meet again."

Time looked at that youthful face, remained silent for two seconds, and then smiled.

"Okay, let's play chess together next time."

Zhang Rui nodded, turned around and left.

Time stood still, watching that small figure walk further and further away.

Only after Zhang Rui got into the car, and only after the car disappeared at the end of the road, did time slowly turn around and move in another direction.