Li Kengqiang held two fragrant fish skewers in his hands, walked through the dim forest, and finally stopped slowly at the top of the mountain.

Under the starry night sky, a figure in white was sitting on the edge of a cliff, looking at several figures with a bonfire burning in the open space below, wondering what he was thinking.

"I brought you a skewer." Li Kengqiang sat down next to him and handed him a skewer. "After all, you cooked it for them yourself, you have to try it, right? An Qingyu's barbecue skills are pretty good."

Tang Yusheng glanced at him, smiled helplessly, and took the skewer:

"Why are you leaving now? Why don't you talk to them more?"

"If you want to talk, just go and talk by yourself. Why do you always ask me to accompany them? I'm not their babysitter." Li Kengqiang took a bite of the skewer and spoke slowly.

Tang Yusheng opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a while, he sighed.

The two of them just sat on the edge of the cliff, silently eating the skewers in their hands, and the air fell into silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Kengqiang looked down the mountain and suddenly spoke:

"sorry."

Tang Yusheng was slightly stunned, "What?"

"You should have seen how these little guys behaved." Li Kengqiang smiled bitterly, "If we could be like them...those tragedies wouldn't have happened."

"Uncle Li, you think too much." Tang Yusheng shook his head repeatedly, "If you hadn't fought to the death, I wouldn't have been born. If you hadn't worked so hard to raise me while leading the special team, I wouldn't have grown to that point...

Lin Qiye and his team did a great job, but history is history. Without you, there would be no Tang Yusheng."

Li Kengqiang didn't say anything. He sat there quietly for a long time, patted Tang Yusheng on the shoulder, stood up and walked away:

"Try to get along with these little guys more. You are just too lonely..."

Li Kengqiang waved his hands under the night sky, and his figure disappeared into the forest. Tang Yusheng still sat there quietly, his eyes slowly closing...

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Asylum of the Gods.

"Good evening, Dean."

"Yeah, okay."

Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, nodded slightly to the two nurses coming towards him and continued walking along the corridor.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and turned around to ask, "By the way, where is your manager Li?"

"He is playing chess with Fudu...oh no, with Yelande in the yard." the nurse replied.

Play chess?

With Yelland?

Lin Qiye was stunned for a while, then turned around and walked towards the yard.

Playing chess has always been inconsistent with Li Yifei's style, and playing chess with Yelande is even more strange. Could it be that Yelande's condition has improved during the time he was away?

Lin Qiye's brain was working rapidly, and he soon arrived at the empty courtyard.

It was late in the evening, and the hazy moonlight fell on the grass in the courtyard, as if covering it with a layer of veil. Under the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, two figures were sitting at a small square table, motionless.

One was Li Yifei, and the person sitting opposite him was Yelande, a kind old man wearing a cloud-like white robe.

Lin Qiye approached the chessboard quietly and silently. He did not call out to Li Yifei, but stood silently behind him and looked at the chessboard.

The chessboard was a Go board, the chess pieces were Go pieces, and black and white occupied most of the grid. But the strange thing was that this was not the Go that Lin Qiye remembered, nor was it Gobang... The whole situation was a mess, and there seemed to be no rules at all.

Li Yifei was seen rubbing his chin with one hand, frowning, as if he was lost in thought...

"Yeah, what the hell are you doing?"

After a while, Li Yifei finally couldn't help it and asked.

"You did a good job, kid." Yelande said with a smile, raising his eyes and glancing at Lin Qiye behind Li Yifei.

Li Yifei also noticed something. He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw Lin Qiye wearing a white coat in the middle of the night. He was frightened and raised his wrist to flip the chessboard and chess pieces over, scattering them all over the ground.

"Qiye? Why are you walking without making any sound?" Li Yifei saw Lin Qiye's appearance clearly, patted his chest and complained.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing chess?"

"What kind of chess is it?"

"...I don't know either." Li Yifei scratched his head. "Originally, Ah Zhu and I were playing Gobang here for fun, and then Uncle Ye came over. Ah Zhu and I played more than ten games in a row, and he just watched from the side, without moving, and from time to time he would say, 'You did a good job, kid'...

I thought, since he has been watching for such a long time, why not let him come and play for a while, so I asked Ah Zhu to move a seat for him, and then Ye Daye sat down by himself. "

Li Yifei pointed at the chess pieces on the ground and said with some annoyance:

"I thought that even if he had never seen Gobang, he was still the Holy Lord of the Holy Religion. After seeing me and Ah Zhu playing for so long, he should be able to master the game... But I didn't expect that he would just play randomly. I was stunned."

From Li Yifei's words, Lin Qiye understood the whole story. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"It's okay, go ahead and do your work... I'll stay with him for a while."

Lin Qiye picked up the chessboard and chess pieces, rearranged them on the table, and sat down in Li Yifei's seat.

Regardless of whether Yelan's move was right or not, at least this was the first time he did something other than "looking down" after coming to the hospital. It might be a breakthrough in his condition.

Lin Qiye pushed the two chess baskets containing black and white chess pieces to the center of the table and spoke in a gentlemanly manner:

"You go first."

"You did great, kid."

Yelande smiled kindly, reached out and took the basket of black chess pieces, grabbed a handful from it, and scattered them all on the grid in front of him.

The corner of Lin Qiye's mouth twitched.

"Um... Senior Yelande, this chess game is not played like this. Let me explain it to you briefly..."

Lin Qiye patiently began to explain the rules of Go to Yelande. After he finished, he added, "Do you understand?"

"You did great, kid."

"As long as you understand."

Lin Qiye picked up the black piece on Yelande's chessboard, put it back into the chess basket, and made a "please" gesture:

"You go first."

Yelande smiled and grabbed another handful of chess pieces, scattering them on the chessboard.

Lin Qiye: ...

Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to go along with Ye Lan's moves, his eyes fell on the chessboard and he suddenly froze in place.

On the chessboard, the messy black pieces were scattered in front of Yelande in disorder, without any pattern at all...but the strange thing was that both the number of scattered pieces and their positions were exactly the same as when Yelande scattered the pieces for the first time.

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