When they arrived at the small courtyard, the chessboard was already set up.
The chess pieces on it were carved out of marble and very weighty.
"You can go first!" the old man said with gusto.
"Good."
Huo Zijun took the "cannon" piece first.
The old man followed with a "horse."
"I'll show you! Your grandfather is still young!"
The old man laughed, as if his energy was unlimited.
Xia Xibei stood on the sidelines, watching the game without saying a word.
After Huo Zijun accompanied his grandfather to play a few games of chess, the old man finally stopped and shook his head, "I feel so much more relaxed!"
Huo Zijun peeked at Xia Xibei from the corner of his eye, "That's good."
"If only it could always be this relaxed! How nice would it be?!"
The old man suddenly let out a sigh.
So much time had passed, and he had finally snapped out of the previous stupor and knew that he was not dreaming now.
