[Comprehensive] Morning flowers and evening pick up

Chapter 14

Kuwamoto Inbo was not happy with the return of his eldest grandson, on the contrary, he was in a bad mood every day.

Ever since his grandson Kuwahara Asama came back, he has been sick in bed and seems unable to adapt to the environment in Tokyo. His body temperature is maintained at around 39 degrees every day, and he feels dizzy, coughing, chest tightness, dizziness, nausea, uncomfortable...

Don't talk about playing chess together, it's even impossible to talk properly.

Hideko Kuwahara faced the frail side of her elder son. The idea that although Asama was not around, she would be well taken care of when she was there was completely shattered. On the contrary, she began to choke for the hard life of her elder son over the years. .

But before Kuwahara Matsuwa could comfort his wife, Kuwahara Hideko cheered up spontaneously.

Being a mother is strong, this sentence is not false at all, she communicates with the invisible shikigami with a cardboard every day, takes good care of Asama, and almost forgets her youngest son.

Kuwahara Fukasaku's sense of this elder brother suddenly dropped sharply.

He complained to his father.

"My brother snatched away my mother as soon as he came back, he is a big villain!!"

Kuwahara Matsukazu thought for a while, and said meaningfully, "Does Fukasaku still remember, did my brother snatch your mother from you before?"

Kuwahara was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to have just realized, "No..."

"Fukasaku has lived with his mother for six years, but his brother has just started. Fukasaku can compare, who spends more time with his mother?"

Kuwahara Fukasaku was deeply entangled, and he began to count on his fingers again, but he didn't need to count. He also knew that his brother and his mother had very little time to spend together, so he was suddenly frustrated, drooping his head, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Kuwahara Matsuka coughed, and just wanted to comfort his younger son, but Kuwahara Fukasaku suddenly reached out and hugged him, "Since my brother wants a mother, don't rob my father from me!"

He opened his eyes wide, looked at Kuwahara Matsukazu, and said expectantly, "Dad won't be taken away, right?"

Kuwahara Matsuhe laughed loudly. He rubbed his youngest son's head, "Don't worry, neither father nor mother will be snatched away!"

Kuwahara Fukasaku felt relieved.

Kuwahara Asama has been groggy for a long time, and even Kuwahara Inbo began to mutter in his heart, won't the eldest grandson really become stupid if the temperature is so high every day?

Kuwahara Hideko also began to contact Yuba Yimen frequently, but this time Jingji solemnly rejected her aunt's request.

"Asama must rely on his own strength to stand up." His voice was soft, but with a hint of coldness, "This is the path he chose, and he can't regret it when he steps on it."

Kuwahara Hideko was in a daze, the phone fell from the palm of her hand and fell on the table with a bang, but she didn't seem to hear it.

She remembered what her father had said before she got married.

Leaving the field door is equivalent to abandoning the past and never being involved again.

Then Asama, what should Asama do? !

Could it be that her child really doesn't belong here?

She couldn't help crying.

At this moment, she inadvertently caught something out of the corner of her eye.

It was a chessboard, and the point is that this chessboard is... floating in mid-air! !

Kuwahara Hideko: =口=! ! !

The chessboard is floating in front, but what makes Kuwahara Hideko crumbling is that her youngest son is chasing behind! !

Kuwahara Fukasaku saw it!He saw that the chessboard would fly by itself!

Not only did he see it, but he also jumped up and down to reach the chessboard, and excitedly said to Kuwahara Hideko, "Mom! Look, there is a chessboard flying!!"

Hideko Kuwahara had a headache, oh yes, the behavior of ordinary shikigami is very low-key, and only communicates with notes in Asama's room, so my son doesn't know that there is an additional shikigami in the Kuwahara family that no one can see .

...How should she explain to her youngest son that the chessboard can fly by itself?

But having said that, why is a shikigami with little presence suddenly so high-profile? !

Kuwahara Hideko involuntarily followed, and then watched helplessly as the chessboard floated into the eldest son's room and stopped at the head of the bed.

With a bang, the chessboard involuntarily made a muffled sound when it fell to the ground. The chess box placed on the chessboard vibrated, and a black chess piece fell out.

Ding--!

The chess pieces landed on the chessboard and made a crisp impact sound, as if they found it extremely interesting, Fukasaku who followed immediately stretched out his fleshy claws, and brushed a handful of chess pieces, then let go of his hand, and the chess pieces jingled It fell on the chessboard, and he couldn't help giggling.

Kuwahara Hideko hurriedly grabbed Fukasaku, "Fukasaku! Grandpa will definitely quarrel with you if he sees it! You can't play chess like this!"

At this moment, she was facing the chessboard, and Fukasaku was pulled over to face the chessboard with her back. Just as Hideko Kuwahara glared at Fukasaku Kuwahara, she saw the pieces on the chessboard fly into the air again as if being supported by something, and then...

Ding ding dong dong——! !

This time, not only the black chess pieces, but also many white chess pieces were scattered on the board.

"I didn't touch the pieces!!" Kuwahara Fuka shouted reflexively.

Kuwahara Hideko stared blankly at the chessboard, then at Asama on the bed, her heart skipped a beat.

What did Chang Yimen say?

Asama likes to play Go very much, very much, very much.

She pursed her lips, could it be...

She reached out, touched a chess piece, and threw it tentatively on the board. There was another jingling sound. I want to open my eyes.

Kuwahara Hideko couldn't help throwing herself on her eldest son, her nose sore, she almost cried!

Even though Asama Kuwahara has lived in Chang since he was a child, and even though he has the blood of the Chang family, he is still a child of the Kuwahara family. He loves Go very much and will wake up for Go.

"Mother……?"

Kuwahara Fukasaku tugged at his mother's sleeve, he looked at the chessboard strangely, obviously mother wouldn't let him throw chess pieces casually?

But why...

"Fukasaku, my father has gone to work, my grandfather has gone to the chess academy, and my mother has to do housework, so... can Fukasaku take care of my brother?"

Kuwahara Hideko squatted down, put both hands on Kuwahara Fukasaku's shoulders, and said seriously, "My brother likes to play Go, but now my brother is sick and can't play Go, is Fukasaku willing to help my brother play the game?"

Kuwahara Fukasaku looked at Asama who was lying on the bed, and then at his mother. The feeling of wanting to protect his brother came to his heart again. He nodded heavily, and said, "Fukasaku is fine!"

"Then brother, please."

"Well! No problem!"

There are chess records everywhere in Kuwahara's house, Kuwahara Fukasaku holds the chess records and looks at the chessboard in distress.

As the grandson of Honinbo, Kuwahara Fukasaku doesn’t know how to play Go very well, because Kuwahara Fukasaku’s personality is more lively and active, and he can’t calm down at all, let alone learn to play Go. In addition, Kuwahara Asama’s Go talent is very high , So Kuwamoto Inbo didn't ask his grandson to also learn Go, but pampered his grandson indulgently and let him play what he likes.

Like playing games =v=

But even though Fukasaku was not interested in Go, since he agreed to his mother, he sat down in front of the chess board honestly and began to play according to the game record.

Generally speaking, steps such as 1234 are marked on the chess records. The black pieces are marked with white letters, and the white pieces are marked with black letters. Black and white are mixed, plus nineteen vertical and horizontal lines in a grid shape. I didn’t look at it for a while. Kuwahara Fukasaku was dazzled.

He looked at the chessboard with a headache, and then at the chess record in his hand. He always felt that something was weird, but he couldn't find the problem.

is here?or here?at this intersection?That's right... right?

Kuwabara Fukasaku was struggling and put down his hand again, and just as he withdrew his hand, he heard a faint voice.

"...move to the left one more space."

Kuwahara Fukasaku paused the hand that put the chess piece, and said in surprise, "Do you want to go further to the left? I clearly counted thirteen lines!"

As soon as the words fell, he himself was frightened. He raised his head suddenly and saw that the elder brother who was lying on the bed had already sat up leaning on the cushion. At this moment, he was looking at the chessboard and pointing to the vertical line, " And it's not the fifth line, it's the sixth line."

Kuwahara pressed his face bitterly, moved the chess piece forward one space, and then realized that brother woke up!

As soon as he jumped up, he wanted to rush out to find his mother - but he didn't need to play chess! !

"Deep work."

Kuwahara Fukasaku paused, scratched his head, and turned around with a smile, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"The chess record is not finished." Kuwahara Asama coughed, his face was still flushed and a little drowsy, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, "Can Fukasaku know how to play chess?"

Kuwahara pouted, "I don't like chess."

"Really? Then at least... finish this game of chess?" He raised his eyes, smiled faintly, with anticipation, "Brother doesn't have the strength to set up the chess record, and his head will get dizzier if he reads it..."

Kuwahara Fukasaku looked at Asama in a daze.

The young man on the bed looked tired, but smiled softly. His brown eyes seemed to be shining faintly, so bright that one couldn't move his eyes away. The hair on his forehead was attached to the side of his face, reflecting his already fair and jade-like skin. His face became more tender, he looked at him quietly, without saying a word, but Fukasaku seemed to hear the shallow sigh and hope.

Kuwahara Fukasaku's face turned red.

He sat down, picked up the chess record, and said embarrassedly, "I'm not good at reading chess records."

The smile on Kuwahara Asama's lips deepened, "I'll teach you."

"Oh... alright." Kuwahara Fukasaku coughed, and said solemnly, "Go doesn't seem so boring."

He picked up the chess piece, put his index finger and thumb together, and carefully put down a chess piece. It was a complete beginner's posture, but Kuwahara Asama was stunned.

Turning back time, at this moment, he seemed to see that little flower demon in front of the hibiscus flower in the small secret room eight years ago, saying to him, chess pieces are not handled like this!

Kuwahara Asama's eye sockets were moist.

The last time he was in Yayuan's Babieyuan, he left the Bamoto's house, and he also had such a drowsy fever. How did he adapt to success at that time?

Yes, because Mu Furong played chess with him all the time.

Now the flower demon who played chess with him is gone, but...

The child in front of him has a thick head and a thick head, trying his best to place the chess records in the order of the chess records. The chess pieces fall on the board, making a crisp and pleasant jingle sound. When the child puts a piece, he will raise his head and widen his eyes, as if asking him if he placed it correctly.

If he nods, the child will show a bright smile, innocent, pure and beautiful.

She taught him to play chess, and now he is teaching his younger brother to play chess. Go has been passed down slowly. In the past, present, and future, the desire to play chess will never change, and there will always be two people sitting in front of the chessboard. .

It's amazing.