The NBA's opening sling against Chris Paul

Chapter 16
It was only after nine o'clock after the day's joint training with the team. It was still early, and Li Ming returned home early.Turn on the computer and watch American dramas.

Suddenly the hanging QQ rang, and a familiar surrender came into view.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you haven't replied. Today, my father took me on a blind date. The other party is a surveyor from the County Surveying and Mapping Bureau. He is very kind, honest and considerate. We will meet next month." I'm getting married, I don't want you to feel cheated, so I'll let you know." The signature is "Yingzi who once loved you deeply."

Li Ming's heart skipped a beat, bits and pieces of the past resurfaced in his mind, those fragmented memories finally became a thread.

How should I tell him?This question haunts my mind.He glanced at the time, it was about 11 o'clock in the daytime in China.He dialed the familiar number.

"Beep... beep..." The long wait...

"Hello." This voice penetrated into my heart, yes, that's right, it was the voice that haunted me countless times.

"it's me."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Wow, the plot of the movie is so good, shouldn't you be eager to ask me about my recent situation? And along the way, there will be a burning feeling of longing." Li Ming's heart was broken.

"No, I just saw your message and asked about your situation."

"Leave a message? I haven't contacted you for a long time."

Li Ming looked down at the time, November 2011, 11, it was indeed a year ago.

Strange, Li Ming is also at a loss, so why did he remind him now?Even though it was only four days, it was as if he was in two dimensions, which made him puzzled.

"You suddenly disappeared from the world, without any warning, I tried all kinds of methods but couldn't find you, I'm sorry..." A whimper came from the other end of the phone.

"No, listen to me, I'm in the United States now, and I'm..."

"Oh, I'm a little busy right now, take care of yourself." Before Li Ming could finish speaking, she seemed to be about to hang up the phone.

"No, Yingzi, listen to me, my..." Li Ming tried his best to organize his words, trying to tell him everything here, but he suddenly couldn't speak, as if he was being strangled Feeling stuck in the throat.

"Whatever." These three words hurt him deeply, and he knew that it would only burst out of despair after experiencing many times of loss.The boundless darkness buried deep in my heart grew like a tide.

In the flickering lights, he clearly heard the voice of his heartbroken, and his soul was scattered all over the place, no one cared.

"What are you doing? Why don't you come to dinner? Which phone is it? Is it that bastard again?" There was a urging voice from the phone, it was a male voice, very familiar.

Li Ming remembered that he had heard this voice when he went to Yingzi's hometown, it was his father.

"Hey, Li Ming, you son of a bitch, listen to me, listen to me, don't pester our Yingzi anymore. What are you doing, she's already married, so don't pester her anymore It's good to get together and get together, the old saying is good." He coughed twice and continued, "If you act like another I will break your legs, and we will call the police and sue you for destroying other people's families! !" The tone was very strong, thinking that Li Ming didn't have a good reputation before coming here, at least he didn't leave a good impression on him.

Without waiting for Li Ming to refute, the other end hung up the phone heavily.

"Honima...what's the situation...just being so disrespected? It must have been a scumbag before." With a long sigh, six years of relationship were all wasted in one fell swoop.

This sudden outburst caused his brain to short-circuit for an instant, and he basically forgot all the tactics and moves he had practiced during the day.

On November 2012, 11, it was sunny, and his mood was gray—he wrote this sentence in his diary.

Li Ming tossed and turned at home, feeling a dull pain in his heart, so he put on his clothes, closed the door, took a bottle of beer and went out.

The apartment he rented was on the east side of the city, and he went out and continued walking east, wandering aimlessly.Sometimes passing by homeless people, he would stop for a while, and even strike up a conversation with them.

The city of Memphis is relatively tolerant. Before the American Civil War, it was the largest slave trading market in the South, so there are more black people here, and the city is full of vitality.

Thirty kilometers further ahead was the entrance of the Wolf River (Wolf River). He stopped in front of a bridge for a while, staring at the lights on the other side of the river for a while.

He picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it out forcefully, venting loudly.

Passing a bar while walking back, he stopped, thought for a few seconds and went in.

This is a small bar, with only a few tables, but it is full of people. He counted, there are about forty people.

He went straight to the bar, "Give me a glass of the strongest wine, thank you." He lightly patted the dirt on his shoulder—it was just left by the river.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The bartender was a young black guy in his twenties, and his movements were very quick.

"Sir, your wine, hot rose, can forget all your troubles." The black boy said with a smile.Li Ming didn't answer, picked it up and drank it down.

It's strong enough, strong enough, and it feels like it's directly stuck in the throat when you sip it down. You don't want to burn it.

"Hey, Billy, give me a brandy." A bright voice came.Li Ming followed the prestige and saw a black guy whose face was not clear. He was fat and not tall.Beside him was a tall and thin Asian man, both around 20 years old.

"Okay, Daniel, you're a little late tonight." It seems that this guy is a regular customer here, and he is very familiar with the bartender.

"Isn't that right? Don't mention it. The cat next door ran to my yard to shit again. I just finished solving this. I'm so irritable that I'm going crazy." The fat guy sat on the stool next to Li Ming with difficulty, two His hands patted the bar counter rhythmically.

The skinny man was very quiet, and he glanced at the bar, "Okay, same old." The bartender replied with a smile.

After a while, the wine for the two of them was mixed. The fat man picked up the glass and took a sip, fanning the air in front of him exaggeratedly. His appearance made people laugh, just like a Broadway clown.

Li Ming was also amused by his funny appearance, and his mood recovered a little.

The fat guy met his eyes when he turned his head. He smacked his lips and turned his head away. After a few seconds, he suddenly came forward, "Hey, buddy, are you Lee?? Is that you? Lee?"

Li Ming smiled and nodded.

"Oh, man, unbelievable!!" He kept shaking his head, stretched out his right hand and clapped Li Ming excitedly.His cry also attracted the surrounding people to watch.

"Oh, it's really Lee, oh my god, I can't believe it, Lee, do you live here too?" Someone on the other side recognized Li Minglai, and everyone quickly moved closer, chattering, and surrounded him center.

"My name is Daniel, and his name is Wang Ping. We are both freshmen in Memphis. We all watched your game yesterday—on the computer in the apartment..." The fat man spoke incessantly, like a machine gun.

"Your shot is awesome, I don't mean the game-winning shot at the end, I mean the shot you made against Blake Griffin, it was so explosive, how did you do it, I think your head hit the backboard , God, how did you do it." A white man on the side squeezed forward with a bottle in his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, how can you jump so high, what university did you go to before, why have you never seen you before, if we had you in Memphis, we would definitely be able to beat the Kentucky Wildcats that year." Another The slightly older black woman chimed in.

Li Ming was at a loss, just smiled slightly, kept asking the bartender to refill his glass, and drank in a self-contained mood.

"Okay, okay, let's give our hero some space, he is too tired and needs relief." The fat buddies yelled at the crowd, and everyone shook their heads and dispersed.

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(End of this chapter)