infinite gravity

"Uncle, do you want to play together?"

The boy who is less than his waist height has bright eyes and sincerely shares his favorite things with others.

The man instinctively wanted to catch the ball, but the faint throbbing pain in his right foot reminded him that it took him a lot of effort to firmly press his hands on the sides of his legs.

The man's eyes have changed many emotions, longing, excitement, hesitation, pain, sadness, and finally these emotions are all extinguished.

"No..." he heard himself say hoarsely, "I don't play basketball."

The little boy was a little disappointed. He saw the uncle staring at the basket, thinking that the uncle wanted to play but didn't take the ball.But the little boy didn't care too much, and quickly ran back to the court with the ball.

As soon as he ran with the ball, the man realized that the little boy's legs and feet seemed to be inconvenient. Every time his right foot hit the ground, his small body always sank almost imperceptibly.

Are you injured?Or is the leg script congenitally defective?

The boy was wearing long trousers, and the man couldn't look closely.

If the body is really disabled, he is not suitable for strenuous sports. Even if he can barely play, few people will play with him, because he will be the one who lags behind in the team...

Accidentally, the little boy dropped the ball again, and the basketball rolled to the man again. Unexpectedly, the man bent down to pick up the ball this time.

"Thank you, uncle!" The little boy thanked happily, noticing the man's gaze fell on his right foot, the little boy blushed:

"Uncle, you can see... the doctor said that the bones of my leg... are a little different from other people..."

The last few words were almost inaudible. The little boy pulled his pants that were tightly pressed to his legs due to strenuous exercise, and carefully peeked at the tall man.

The man knew what the boy was afraid of, and curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner.

What right do I have to despise you?

the man thought.

I am the same as you.

The little boy found that the man didn't look down on him, and he was overjoyed. He took the ball and said excitedly:

"Uncle, you don't play ball, so watch me play. Although I have bad feet, I can shoot really well!"

After speaking, he turned around and dribbled the ball to the basket.Of course, it is impossible for him to be so smooth. Every time he takes a step, his small body will be bumped, and the ball will always run away. ball.

It was so difficult to dribble the ball, but the boy still ran towards the basket persistently, and his mutilated body approached the goal little by little with amazing persistence.

The man looked at the running boy, his eyes gradually became moist, and his eyes were blurred with tears. There used to be a little boy who was just playing basketball, stumbling all the way, rampaging on the court with a passion, no skills, no weighing gains and losses, just the most instinctive Play something he loves that makes him happy.

The boy had already entered the shooting range. He raised his arms high and sent it lightly with the strength of his wrist. The ball drew an arc in the air and fell steadily into the basket!

bingo!

The boy cheered, and the basketball fell from the basket and bounced away. This time, before the boy could react, a shadow ran over him and ran towards the basketball!

The man was running, and the discomfort on his feet was ignored by him. Now he only has the ball in his eyes, and all the cells in his body are eager to touch the ball. He has never been so happy since returning from injury.

He can't play, but that doesn't mean he can't play basketball anymore.

What he loves is the feeling of running with the ball!

This is his original intention, how could he forget!

The man ran while laughing, but tears kept flowing from his smiling mouth. His tall figure ran towards the basketball, just like before, the youth in high spirits on the court.

In the end, the frame was fixed on the back of the man running, and the letter "END" was stamped on it.

Thunderous applause!

Today is the press conference of the Rui Yi Chao series, and at the press conference it was announced that the spokesperson of the Chao series will be Zhang Yan.

After a series of public relations speeches, product introductions and graphic displays, there will be promotional video presentations.

Although the story of the promotional film is a bit routine, it wins because Director Xie's superb lens language is very contagious.Zhang Yan's performance, which can be said to be the first show on the screen, is also very impressive.As a singer, he performed well in the three stages of the protagonist's career, especially when he rejected the little boy's invitation, the look in his eyes that dared not touch the things he loved was heartbreaking!

The invited media reporters expressed their affirmation to the photographers with applause.

Director Xie, who was sitting behind the stage, also nodded affirmatively, this must be for Zhang Yan.

That day, he had already given up on Zhang Yan and decided to just shoot it. It was just a promotional film anyway, but after Zhang Yan came back from a rest, he patted his chest to ensure that he would perform well. Afterwards, his performance really improved amazingly, capturing the emotions of the protagonist. It is in place, and some details have surprised him again and again.

The only problem is that when Zhang Yan is playing with young actors, his eyes always seem to be looking out of the field, and he doesn’t know where he is looking. Not too demanding.

Before the applause fell, the lights of the venue were suddenly dimmed, and before the media reporters were surprised, the spotlights on the stage suddenly turned on.

The press conference was ingeniously set in a small theater. At this time, all the spotlights were turned on, wandering around the stage, and finally focused on a corner of the stage.

Standing in the middle of the spotlight, Zhang Yan has neatly cut hair and is wearing a sportswear from the Rui Yichao series, looking as exquisite as a college student.

He took a deep breath and sang the song specially written for this endorsement. The song was not exciting, but full of rhythm. Singing it with Zhang Yan's magnetic voice, it had a sultry charm.

Following the rhythm of the singing, the models came to the stage to display products one by one. The young people singing, the sports products full of youthfulness, and the energetic music made the whole press conference unique and full of new ideas.

"Zhang Yan is capable, has a good image, is serious and responsible, and dares to fight hard. He has the potential to leave a strong mark in the entertainment circle of Enter the Dragon. In fact, as an artist who debuted less than two years ago, Zhang Yan's popularity has soared. His speed is unmatched by ordinary people. It's a pity that Zhang Yan can only be regarded as the second-tier at best, and he is still so close to being a real first-tier master. He needs an opportunity."

"As for Ruiyi, Ruiyi has always focused on the professional sports market, and its position in sports can be said to be at the top. This time, it will launch a new series for the public and become the leader of the young market. It will be a matter of time, but Ruiyi needs a suitable spokesperson. Pioneering new products and opening up markets.”

"Zhang Yan is capable, has a good image, and is also appealing to young people. Since his debut, he has rarely dabbled in other things except singing. , What we want is strong cooperation, each takes what it needs, and together push each other to the top and usher in a new era."

"Miss Wen, what are you talking about to me?" In the corner of the audience, Mu Zheng said coldly to Ah Wen who sat next to him and gave a long speech.

Arwen shrugged: "It's nothing, I just want you to know how good our Zhang Yan is, and in the future, he will be even better and more dazzling."

Mu Zheng turned his head to watch the stage and ignored him.

Ah Wen is not smart, she has long seen that although the prince is gentle in front of Zhang Yan, he is actually very alienated in his bones.Regardless of whether Mu Zheng agreed or not, Ah Wen forced the bouquet he had prepared into Mu Zheng's arms.

Mu Zheng was almost sneezed by the blowing flowers: "You..."

"Zhang Yan's performance is coming to an end soon, and he will return to the rest room backstage. It must be right for your old friend to send him flowers."

Before Mu Zheng could speak, he added a few more words:

"Everyone secretly came to watch the press conference, so don't say you don't have time, he will be very happy if you send flowers."

Zhang Yan was changing clothes in the lounge when he heard the knock on the door. He thought it was Ah Wen who knocked on the door. After finishing his clothes, he took a sip of water before walking to the door and opening it.

The first thing you see is the fragrant flowers, and the delicate and familiar face behind the flowers.

"Congratulations on the success of the press conference!" Mu Zheng stuffed flowers into Zhang Yan's arms, bypassing the sluggish people and walked into the lounge.

Zhang Yan came back to his senses, closed the door and quickly followed Mu Zheng.

"I've been waiting for a long time, why are you... I thought it was Awen, why didn't you make a sound?"

"It's okay, it won't take long."

Mu Zheng sat down on the sofa casually, and Zhang Yan took out a can of Coke from the small refrigerator and handed it to him.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"Well, I was too busy. I happened to pass by when I came back from meeting a client, so I came in to have a look."

Zhang Yan was a little nervous: "Then what links did you watch?"

Mu Zheng's face was blushing and his heart was beating: "Just in time for the end of the singing."

Zhang Yan approached Zhang Yan expectantly: "What do you think of my singing?"

"Well..." Xie Fei's eyes curled up narrowly, "I finally believe that the tyrant in the community has really become a big star."

Mu Zheng turned his head to look at Zhang Yan, and smiled softly, like a spring breeze blowing away the cold ice:

"Great performance, you are so good, Zhang Yan."

The two were so close that their breaths blended with each other.It was the first time since the reunion that Zhang Yan looked at Mu Zheng at such a close distance, and he could even see every single one of his thick eyelashes clearly.

The image of Mu Zheng in his heart has always been exquisite, beautiful, excellent and capable, perfect.The years did not wear away his perfection, but made him more elegant. Being praised as "excellent" by such a person sincerely, Zhang Yan felt unprecedentedly satisfied.

All of a sudden, all the emotions surged, and Zhang Yan grabbed Mu Zheng's shoulder excitedly.

"Ah Zheng, I am today because of you. If it weren't for you, I would probably have gone astray in junior high school, and I would never recover from it. It was you who encouraged me and made me feel that I am still qualified to pursue it."

Zhang Yan approached Mu Zheng bit by bit, his eyelashes could sweep across his face with a single blink.

"Ah Zheng, it's you who make me want to be better..."