basketball craftsman

Chapter 55 V.68: Memories

"Then you should go to the Baihua High School game..."

Meng Xiaodong said lazily after listening to Ling Lan's narration: "If Baihua High School wins, you will be as happy as before, right?"

"Listen to me first, idiot." Lily of the Valley threw the timothy grass in Meng Xiaodong's face and continued, "Since then, my autistic personality has changed. The figure on the field, cheering for him in my heart, will generate confidence and courage in my heart... At that time, his figure was my biggest spiritual pillar. At the end of the first semester of the first year of junior high school, the psychologist said that my autism had improved significantly , my parents were very happy at that time, and of course I was also very happy, because I began to like him in my heart, and I liked the figure of him playing basketball..."

"I really want to thank him." Ling Lan continued, "In the new semester two months later, I can go closer to watch Zhang Wenjun play basketball. I stood outside the sideline of the basketball court, and it was the first time I got up close. Watching him play basketball... One time after the game, Zhang Wenjun noticed me, walked up to me and asked my name, I didn't have the courage to tell him, I just said 'Come on! Come on!'... That was the first time I had a relationship with I was so happy when he talked, I would laugh when I think about it when I sleep..."

Ling Lan wiped her nose and continued: "In the summer vacation after the first year of junior high school, I could also see him on the school basketball court... I was not so timid at that time. Once Zhang Wenjun fell while playing basketball. Now, I couldn't help but walked into the basketball court to check it worriedly. It was the first time I walked into the basketball court... He was not injured. He was very happy to see me walking into the basketball court, and he reached out to caress the top of my head Said to me, 'We're going to continue the game, let's go out, Lily of the Valley.'"

"I was stunned at the time..." Ling Lan stretched out her hands and gestured excitedly, "Zhang Wenjun knew my name! And it was the first time he told me face to face...I ran home with my whole face flushed. I didn't dare to go out for a few days, but I was very happy in my heart... My parents didn't know what happened, but they just smiled happily when they saw me. In the second year of junior high school, I was more confident than before, and I took the initiative to ask to be a class cadre …The teacher said that I have changed a lot, but I still go to the basketball court to watch Zhang Wenjun play basketball, and I started to applaud him, come on..."

"I realized that I have really changed." Ling Lan said after taking a deep breath, "In the second semester of the second year of junior high school, Zhang Wenjun and I got closer...he signed up for the school's basketball team, and I also signed up for the school's cheerleading team , in my heart, as long as I can see his figure on the field, I will be full of confidence. It was such a transformation. I began to be praised by my classmates for being cheerful and enthusiastic... I was very happy at that time, and so were my parents. I didn’t even know that my transformation was silent, because liking someone in my heart, liking playing basketball alone, can make me transform from autistic and timid..."

"The third year of junior high school is the last year..." Ling Lan said calmly, "I haven't been in the cheerleading team for long, but I can clearly know that many girls like me are secretly in love with Zhang Wenjun. They are prettier than me, and more active than me. , more gentle... Whenever I stand on the edge of the court and see many girls surrounding him and praising him, I am very envious of those girls who have the courage to say what I like in my heart. If I can also muster the courage to be like Zhang Wenjun If I confess, it must be another milestone in my character transformation..."

"But I never did it..." Ling Lan said softly, "I had the opportunity to be alone with Zhang Wenjun again and again, but I never mustered up the courage to confess my love to him face to face. He stroked the top of my head and said, "Thank you Suzuran, thank you for cheering me up today."...Every time I hear him say thank you, I am already very satisfied, and I dare not say the words I like in my heart. Cheerful and lively, I became the cheerleader of the basketball team in the last semester of the third year of junior high school, but my time in junior high school is getting less and less... I know that if I don’t confess my love, I will miss his tenderness, so I mustered up the courage to start Writing love letters, one after another... every time I finished writing but didn't have the courage to hand it to him, the days passed day by day, and the final exam was approaching before I knew it..."

"If I don't confess my love, I will regret it..." Ling Lan's eyes were slightly moist at this time, "I have experienced so much in the three years of junior high school, and I have worked hard to like him playing basketball to change myself, to change my autistic and timid personality , but in the end I didn’t have the courage to confess to him… Thinking of this, I made up my mind. One day after the school game ended, I sneaked into the player’s locker room with a stack of love letters in my arms… At that time, the basketball players had already left, and there was no one in the locker room. I took out the management key, opened Zhang Wenjun’s cabinet, and hurriedly stuffed all the love letters in and locked it... I was very nervous, but the stone in my heart was also Landing on the ground, I finally mustered up the courage to confess my love to him..."

"Then what happened later?" Meng Xiaodong asked softly, "Aren't you two together?"

Ling Lan gently shook her head and said: "But after that day, there was no basketball game in the school... The door of the locker room was locked until the junior high school graduation ceremony after the final exam. I was almost desperate, and I finally mustered up the courage to confess It's gone... I locked myself in my room for a week, I waited for his call, but it never came...he left school."

"I'm very lost." Ling Lan said with lost eyes, "When the summer vacation started when I graduated from junior high school, I was very disappointed... There was no hope and no motivation in my eyes. I knew that I had completely changed my autism in the three years of junior high school. I overcame a lot of obstacles and became cheerful and enthusiastic... But I really had no hope of studying and living at that time, and I lived in a muddle every day... Until one day, my uncle came to our house as a guest. My uncle is Phoenix. The deputy director of the Municipal General Administration of Sports, he came to my house as a guest that day, and when chatting with my parents, he said that the Phoenix General Administration of Sports has a 30-day vocational training for basketball managers during the summer vacation.”

Ling Lan's eyes shimmered and said: "It was the first time I heard the term basketball manager, and the enlightenment interest in basketball that was dormant in my heart immediately emerged... So I signed up for this summer's basketball manager training without hesitation. In this training, I have a deeper understanding of basketball. In my heart, sitting in the training classroom and listening to the information about basketball does not feel boring. It, I love it, the strong interest and the support in my heart enabled me to successfully complete the basketball manager training and assessment with very good results, and got the qualification certificate of basketball manager..."

"Where are those love letters?" Meng Xiaodong asked, "Could they still be left in the locker in the locker room of the junior high school?"

Ling Lan shook her head and signaled: "Not long ago, Zhang Wenjun returned to the locker room of the junior high school to pick up the basketball he left behind, and he found the love letters I stuffed in his cabinet, so he will come to Xiangshan Middle School to find me, and confess to me... ...But I don't know myself, why I didn't accept his confession... This is obviously the scene I have been longing for, I deeply liked his every move in junior high school..."

Ling Lan sat up and said with her chin in confusion, "Now I don't know how I feel. Every time I see him, I only have memories when I think of him, but no real emotions..."

(End of this chapter)