Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891: 221: She died!

The newspaper date was from a summer 25 years ago.

August 9th.

At that time, newspapers were still black and white, because there was no PS Mosaic technology, so one could clearly see the infant girl’s features and clothes.

The infant girl even wore two golden bracelets.

From this, it could be deduced that the infant came from a wealthy family.

Ni Yang slightly furrowed her brows, folded up the newspaper, and looked back at Du, "Brother Du, may I borrow this newspaper for a moment?"

Du didn’t directly answer Ni Yang’s request but said instead, "Come here for a moment."

Ni Yang walked over.

Du looked down at the chess game, which had reached a deadlock, his brow furrowed deeply, "What do you think the black piece should do next?"

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces were equally matched, each not willing to concede a step, clearly having reached a mutually destructive scenario.

Du was truly a mystical person, playing against himself and still managing to create such a situation.

Ni Yang leaned slightly forward, a strand of black hair slipping from beside her ear, her pale fingertips picked up a sparkling, translucent black piece, obsidian shining under the light, accentuating her already fair fingertips, at that moment resembling top-grade mutton fat jade, as she placed the piece in the center of the board.

Just one move.

The situation on the board shifted instantly!

Finding new hope when all seemed lost.

A flash of surprise flickered in Du’s eyes, then he raised his hand and placed a white piece.

What had been a hopeful situation reversed in an instant.

Life was like chess, and chess mirrored life.

Ni Yang lightly curled her lips, casually picking up a black piece and gently tapping it onto the board.

Click.

The sound of the obsidian piece falling onto the Jade Chessboard was particularly pleasant.

"You’ve lost," Ni Yang lightly lifted her gaze.

Du sighed, "Yes, I’ve lost."

He had pondered over the game for a long time, thinking it unsolvable, yet Ni Yang resolved it with merely two pieces.

It was uncertain whether he was too foolish, or if Ni Yang was too clever.

"This is what they call ’the observer sees clearer’. By the way, may I borrow this newspaper for a few days?" Ni Yang lifted the newspaper in her hand.

Du had asked what she needed it for, then slightly nodded, "Take it."

"Thank you," Ni Yang continued, "Believing in Buddhism, chanting scriptures, raising birds, collecting newspapers—Brother Du, your hobbies are quite extensive."