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不觉间鼻头冒出细密的汗珠,赵南哲擦拭了一下。对手石像一样在榻榻米上一动不动。几个熟悉的面孔凑到棋盘前晃了晃,然后摇摇头离开了。窗外的天色瓦蓝,赵南哲觉得眼睛酸痛。从早晨开始他一直盯着棋盘。赵南哲忽然想到了家乡爬过后山的小路,可能摇曳着连理草和紫云英。“我输了。”赵南哲听到这样一句。回神看棋盘,对手的手指着最后的胜负处,这是提议复盘。良久,对手疲倦地起身,忽然想起什么向赵南哲伸出了手:“祝贺你。” 赵南哲握住了手,起身正视对方。他长久的渴望变成凌晨的微雨消逝在身后了。赵南哲入段了。
Unconsciously nose appeared fine sweat, Zhao Nanzhe wipe a bit. Opponents of stone on the same motionless. Several familiar faces shook before the chessboard, and then shook his head and left. The sky outside the window tile blue, Zhao Nanzhe feel eyes ache. He has been staring at the board since morning. Zhao Nanzhe suddenly remembered the path of his home after climbing the mountain, perhaps swaying even the lawn grass and vetiver. “I lost. ” Zhao Nanzhe heard this sentence. Look back at God check the board, the opponent’s hand pointing to the final outcome, it is proposed reprisal. A long time, the opponent tired to get up, suddenly remembered what Zhao Nanzhe reached his hand: “Congratulations. ” Zhao Nanzhe took his hand and stood up facing each other. His long-aching desire to become light rain disappeared behind. Zhao Nanzhe into the paragraph.