Every Sunday, Tilda plays chess with her grandpa. They sit at the kitchen table. The board is old and brown.
每个星期天，蒂尔达都和爷爷下国际象棋。他们坐在厨房的桌旁。棋盘又旧又褐。
Grandpa taught her this game many years ago. Now Tilda always wins. She wins fast, and she feels proud. But today something feels strange.
爷爷很多年前教会了她这个游戏。现在蒂尔达总是赢。她赢得很快，心里很骄傲。但今天，有些地方不对劲。
She looks at the board. Grandpa moves his queen. It is a very bad move. Tilda can take the queen for free.
她看着棋盘。爷爷走了他的后。这是很糟的一步。蒂尔达可以白白吃掉那个后。
She stops. She looks at his face. He looks at the window and hums a song.
她停了下来。她看着爷爷的脸。他望着窗外，哼着一首歌。
He makes bad moves every week. Tilda sees it now. Her heart feels warm and sad at the same time.
他每个星期都走臭棋。蒂尔达现在明白了。她的心里又温暖又难过。
"Grandpa," she says, "you do that on purpose." He does not answer. He looks at his tea.
“爷爷，”她说，“您是故意的。”他没有回答。他低头看着自己的茶。
"I want a real game," she says. "Please play for real." Grandpa smiles slowly. "Are you sure?" he asks.
“我想下一盘真正的棋，”她说，“请您认真下。”爷爷慢慢地笑了。“你确定吗？”他问。
"Yes," says Tilda. "Okay," he says. He moves one small piece.
“确定。”蒂尔达说。“好吧。”他说。他挪动了一枚小棋子。
Tilda plays her best. But Grandpa is very good. In ten moves, her king has no way out. "Checkmate," he says softly.
蒂尔达使出了全部本领。可是爷爷非常厉害。十步之后，她的王就无路可走了。“将死。”他轻声说。
Tilda looks at the board. Then she starts to laugh. She puts the pieces back in their places.
蒂尔达看着棋盘。然后她笑了起来。她把棋子放回原位。
"Again," she says.
“再来一盘。”她说。
