"The Rear Winged Soldier" in my life

After watching "Abandoned Soldiers", I remembered that in fact, I can play chess, at least half a century ago, and now I have completely forgotten how to play chess. After all, I learn and play The time for chess is only three days.

That was 50 years ago, when I was about the age of two or three. I was in a car accident, when I was crossing the road, I was hit by a taxi and flew about three or four meters away, except for some scrapes, I had no serious trauma or broken bones, but I was in a coma, so to speak "Broken" for almost an hour.

When I was awake, the first thing I saw was a narrow, sloping, all-white ceiling, which surprised me. Later, I realized that it was actually a staircase. There were not enough hospital beds, so I was placed under the stairs. The doctor felt that I had a concussion reaction and decided to keep me in the hospital for three or four days for observation. Soon, there will be a ward, and I will move into a large ward. Fifty years ago, in Yonghe Town, where I lived, there was no big hospital. According to our current standards, this hospital was just a larger clinic with a few beds. The entire second floor was an oversized ward.

I was lying on the hospital bed, my mind was still a little dizzy, other than that, I was actually fine and I was able to move freely.

Soon, a little boy about the same age as me suddenly came to my bed. His movements were a little slow, his short hair showed the shape of his head, and there was a very shocking depression. He stared at it. After watching me for a while, he asked me directly if I wanted to play chess with him.

"Play chess"? "I don't know how to play any chess", "It doesn't matter, I will teach you."

He went back to his hospital bed and took chess, checkers, and a kind of three-dimensional: there are horses, castles, crosses, etc. I have never seen chess pieces. I often see my neighbor's old uncle playing chess, and I watched my classmates play checkers at school, but I haven't seen the chess pieces with horses and soldiers.

"What chess is that?" I asked him.

"Chess, do you want to play?"

"I can not play."

"I said, I'll teach you." He was eager and normal, which made my fear of the dimple in his head a little less. He immediately set up the chessboard, and then directly started explaining to me how to play chess.

He taught very eagerly, completely disregarding the fact that I really did not have such a great interest. The next step is to play, in fact, it is to teach and play. After I started to get started a little bit, my temperament started to rise. I was unwilling to be beaten all the way. It became that I was pestering him to play all the time, and I had to beat him.

But how is this possible, I'm not Bess, I don't have that talent, we went down until late at night, until the elders and nurses came to scold me, and I finally won a game. I was willing to end the chess game and go to bed.

But I couldn't sleep for a while, thinking about the chess game, but I couldn't get the chess game to emerge from the ceiling like Bess did. I was thinking of the end game, the weird smile that my opponent showed when he conceded defeat. I suddenly figured out that he lost on purpose.

Who is this my chess enlightenment teacher? In the next few days, my mother got acquainted with the person in the same ward, and it was soon clear that it was him.

I was still living in Yonghe Town, Taipei County, Taiwan (now called Yonghe District, New Taipei City). It was a small town close to the border of Taipei City. Many people who could not afford the housing prices in Taipei moved there, but the construction has not yet been completed. There was only one main road, Yonghe Road. On the first day of the new year, there was a major car accident at the intersection of Yonghe Road and Zhulin Road, where I lived. At that time, Yonghe was not very populated, and it was not so lively. It was like a rural place, and there were not many cars on the road. A car accident attracted everyone's attention, especially during the Chinese New Year: a primary school student was arrested at that intersection. A bus hit, and I heard that my limbs were broken, my head was crushed, and my brain was oozing out. "Severely injured, dying," the headline of the newspaper said (I could already read newspapers at the time). And the dying child survived and is now in the same ward as me.

He has lived in that hospital for almost a year. Under the current health insurance system, it is hard to imagine that people will be rushed out once every three months. His family does not seem to be very wealthy. He can live for so long. It may be that the fee is paid by the bus operator.

But it is also possible to imagine how lonely this boy is. The ward is a place full of sorrows, and he has recovered from a man whose life is on the line, but how many challenges are still in the future, the trauma of the physical burden, will How much will affect his future life. It certainly wasn't what I could have imagined at the time.

For the next two days, we continued to play chess, and he became a master. He knew very well that if he kept winning, he would eventually lose the will of anyone to play against him. And when he was in the hospital, he actually had no other games to play (there was no such thing as video games at that time), and no company, at least one who could accompany him in a healthy way. Chess may have been encouraged by doctors who wanted to see his brain damage and encouraged him to learn. At that time, Taiwan did not have very specialized neurosurgeons and equipment.

I was hospitalized for three days, and I played against him for three days. I didn’t know how many games I played against him. Of course, most of them were lost, but there were occasional wins, but in fact I couldn’t figure out whether what I won was a real win, or whether he let me win on purpose. . We didn't actually have any conversations or play. His body was actually seriously injured. He has been recovering for nearly a year, but he still has a little difficulty going up and down the stairs.

Three days later, I was successfully discharged from the hospital. When I left the ward, I looked at his lonely back. I didn't say goodbye to him. Although I was young at the time, I also knew that we were unlikely to meet again in the future, so I even went over there. No hello. Later, I also learned chess, bridge and other chess skills, but I really never played chess again, and there are still too few people playing in Taiwan.

After so many years, after watching "Abandoned Soldiers", I remembered this past event. In fact, I also played chess. Thinking of the child who was trapped in the ward, the car accident that was difficult for him to recover, whether it made him an abandoned child by God, I really don't know