three years old

"Ning Xi! Watch the ball!"

Just after hearing this sentence, Ning Xi still hadn't recovered from it when the basketball in his palm was suddenly cut off by a sophomore boy in front of him.

The boy directly dribbled the ball across the court and passed it to Xing Cheng who was standing inside the three-point line.

Xing Cheng leaped up, raised his arms high, exerted force on his wrists, pushed the basketball out of his palms, and made a two-point shot!

That ball fell straight into the net, and the scoreboard turned another page on the sophomore year.

There are many students standing under the shade of the trees beside the basketball court. In order to watch the game, some of them are holding hand warmers, cheering and shouting. If there is no teacher dedicated to maintaining order, it is estimated that several of them will be squeezed into the court as substitutes up.

The temperature in Chengdu is about to enter the bone-chilling cold in mid-November.

Coincidentally, the weather forecast for the school sports meeting said that it would be sunny for several days, and the whole school in Shizhong was jubilant, finally looking forward to the "small long vacation" where we could rest.

The grade basketball game of the school sports meeting is in full swing.

The first year of high school didn't even watch the games of their grade, and they all went to watch the "Battle of the Chosen Ones" between the second and third year of high school, because compared to the heavyweight sparks of the second and third year of high school, the first year of high school was more than a little bit tender Son.

boring.

Besides, Ning Xi, a junior in high school, and Xing Cheng, a sophomore, haven't faced off against each other for a long time, and they both want to see who is better.

There is not much difference in the strength between the third year and the second year, but because Ying Yuchen, the most powerful player in the third year, took time off due to injury, the entire third-year team, five people on the field, put all the scoring firepower on Ning Xi's shoulders.

However, Ning Xi is completely out of shape now.

In the first half of the game, the second grader adjusted Xing Cheng to defend him. The two of them hadn't spoken much for two days. …

Ning Xi didn't even want to look directly at Xing Cheng's eyes.

During back-up singles, Ning Xi glanced at him, and Xing Cheng stared at him closely.

The eyes of the two met, and Ning Xi's arm, which was already wrapped in sports bandages, trembled, almost throwing the ball in his hand.

In the past two days, he has been quietly reminiscing about what he said to Xing Cheng that day, and what Xing Cheng said to him.

His younger brother's last sentence "you are the only one" touched him very much, it was not wrong, but Ning Xi felt that Xing Cheng said it as if he had a lot of things in his heart.

It's all so obvious, don't you understand?

But between him and Xing Cheng, Ning Xi always seems to be the one who did wrong.

I can't help but be nice to Xing Cheng, and give Xing Cheng hope, making him feel that there is a possibility for the two of us to be together...

Don't want to.

Facing the concentrated and high-spirited running on the court, Ning Xi really had no way to refuse.

The hug that Xing Cheng leaned over on purpose, the shoulder he accidentally touched when grabbing the ball, the corner of his lips that brushed against his ear, he couldn't pretend, he couldn't see, feel, or touch...

He said all the good and bad things, Xing Cheng couldn't kill this heart at all.

Ning Xi lowered her body weight slightly, and a ball was switched back and forth between her hands.

His dribbling skills are steady and solid, and if he doesn't distract himself, he won't be interrupted at all. Just now, he was indeed affected.

He can't be distracted anymore, this senior year has lost more than ten points, if this continues, sooner or later he will be tortured by blood.

It can't be said that they will definitely win the group of energetic boys from Xingcheng, but at least they can't lose too badly in the third year of high school.

With the ball in his hand, Xingcheng hit a two-pointer into the net. As soon as the ball hit the ground, he lifted the hem of his jersey and fanned it, revealing his beautiful abs under the fabric.

The body of the young man after exercise is the small transparent beads of sweat dripping on the wheat-colored skin, the explosive force hidden under the skin that is about to burst, mixed with the unbearable breathing, every inch is melted into the scenery of the stadium... …

I can't move my eyes.

Xing Cheng's expressiveness today was particularly good, so good that the audience screamed.

Today, he is no longer the bewildered kid in front of Ning Xi. Even if the person passing the ball is Ning Xi, he can hold the ball very steadily. Tiptoe, toss the ball into the net.

Only Xing Cheng knows that he has been staring at Ning Xi's calm and calm appearance today, and he is about to die of anger.

In this ball game, he wanted to let go of the game, and wanted to suppress his brother, and the two of them competed by strength.

He wanted to tell his brother how powerful he was.

Ying and Chen were away today, and a substitute player came up to cooperate with Ning Xi. Ning Xi seemed to be struggling, especially because he failed to hold the ball firmly several times and dropped several three-pointers. In the end, he still relied on several outstanding performances Changed the dribble and breakthrough, scored under the net, and scored a few points.

In those few offenses, Xing Cheng seemed to have seen Ning Xi's control of the situation on the court back then. He could see the direction of almost all games clearly, and his style of play was flexible and changeable.

Just like that, in the last quarter, Ning Xi led Gao San to overtake by two points, but was hit by a three-pointer by Xing Cheng, and fell behind by one point.

Ning Xi really couldn't help it on the court. He got half of the total points in the senior year alone, plus a few assists and rebounds.

A few other buddies in the third year of high school are obsessed with studying and have not practiced for a long time. Besides, Ning Xi is here today, so they feel that they are playing soy sauce.

There are also many people in the third year of high school who have not reviewed in school.

Ning Xi's usual tricks are basically to feed Ying and Chen the ball into the offensive area, and then Ying and Chen will dribble the ball for a layup or make an emergency stop jump shot. Generally, Ning Xi rarely chases points in person.

After all, Ning Xi's strengths are dribbling and giving assists, and his best skills are scoring and rebounding. In the words of the school team coach, this is a match made in heaven.

The teacher in charge of the third group had been chasing Ning Xi from the sidelines for a long time. He kept holding the whistle and wanted to blow it but didn't dare to blow it. He waved his arms and shouted at Ning Xi: "Tact five!"

Ning Xi was taken aback, foul?Isn't this clearly asking him to make fun of Xing Cheng?

This is the case on the basketball court. Guards will use some reasonable techniques to make the opponent foul to achieve their own goals, although Ning Xi rarely does this.

He dribbled a step to his side with the ball, swayed backwards with a fake move, stepped aside, and a sophomore in front of him immediately stepped up to make up for him, staring nervously at Ning Xi's every move.

Ning Xi lowered his center of gravity, lowered his eyebrows and eyes to observe his position, held the ball in his palm, shook it continuously, quickly accelerated his dribbling movements, and made a sudden breakthrough from the opponent's side in front of him!

In order to have physical contact, Ning Xi suddenly lowered his body, and pressed his arms against the sophomore boy who was half taller than him.

As expected, the boy was half a beat too slow, the referee immediately blew his whistle, and the senior year got a free throw.

Cheng Cheng gritted his teeth while watching.

Just now Ning Xi deliberately took the time to shake him down, was it because he didn't want to play foul in front of him?

The third year of high school is imminent, and you still have the mind to argue with him?

Xing Cheng really hadn't let go of his anger a few days ago, and he couldn't bear to yell at Ning Xi. Today, the flames were all in his palms and pressed onto the basketball.

Ning Xi naturally saw it too, Xing Cheng played the ball hard today, stealing the ball, stealing the ball and blocking the shot without mercy, and in the last quarter, he threw a ball in and dared to raise his eyebrows at Ning Xi.

provocative.

The second year of high school won another two points, and now it was completely tied, but with only half a minute left in the fourth quarter, Xing Cheng's palms were sweating.

He didn't release much water today, Ning Xi still carried the entire third year of high school by himself, beating a group of young boys in the second year of high school dizzy.

The seasoned people on the court are different. They take every step steadily, never take half a step too far, and don't waste half a second of time, except when Ning Xi dodges him.

He sank his weight, his eyes fixed on Ning Xi's ball.

Can't look at the face, he will definitely be distracted when he sees the face, so what a fart.

Ning Xi's face, to Xingcheng, was like being doped on the court. One look at it would make him want to stop, but after two glances, he dared to slam dunk in the air.

In the last 20 seconds, the sophomore went ahead by two points.

The background is the red wall by the side of the basketball court. He is dazzled by all kinds of sneakers on the court. A wall of people surrounded by uniforms of azure blue school uniforms surrounds the court with drinks in their hands, screaming and shouting...

"Sophomore year! Invincible! Sophomore year! All stars!"

"The third year of high school is awesome! Ning Xi is awesome!!!"

There are also elementary school juniors who don't know what to say, shouting at the top of their voices: "Brother Xi MVP!"

The slogans on both sides are about to quarrel. In the past when playing, the sidelines would only shout "Awesome", "Break him", "Block him" and so on. Now there are quite a lot of tricks.

Ning Xi was used to these inexplicable things, so he calmed down and held the ball seriously. He lowered his body slightly, wiped the sweat off his face, coughed, and glanced at Xing Cheng in front of him.

His head was covered with sweat, and he remained motionless, with a rare calmness in his eyes.

In the last ten seconds, the senior year fell behind by one point.

Ning Xi took a deep breath.

He took a step back, and Xing Cheng also shook his upper body, as if he was about to pounce.

But time is running out, and this ball is almost the buzzer. If it can be scored, it can kill the sophomore. According to the arc and strength of Ning Xi's shot, there is basically no problem.

He is not like Xing Cheng, his shots are all wild shots, but Ning Xi cherishes the opportunity to shoot the ball, and basically calculates the probability of scoring a goal.

He exerted all his strength on his ankles, jumped high, and exerted all his strength on his wrists. Xing Cheng immediately followed suit...

At the moment when Cheng Cheng took off, he deviated from his body.

Foul.

Xing Cheng gave Ning Xi a chance to make a foul.

If this goal is not scored, then there is still a way to survive in the senior year.

In the midst of this flash, Ning Xi suddenly understood, and suddenly flicked his wrist. He didn't have enough strength to hold the ball, and almost fell sideways!

The ball went out, but the person dodged Xing Cheng and hit him and fouled him. Ning Xi fell backwards and fell to the ground.

Ning Xi sat on the ground, half lying down, amidst the sound of gasping for breath, facing the warm winter sun that spread all over her body, in front of her was a look of astonishment...

He watched helplessly as the high school winning ball hit the edge of the basket and slipped from the net to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the referee whistled.

The basketball game ended and the sophomore year won.

Thunderous cheers broke out from the sidelines, and the seniors lamented, but many people still admired Ning Xi for leading the seniors to the end. They rushed up to give him water and towels, comforted him, encouraged him, and marched in a daze. Standing on the side, the throat was so suffocated that he could not speak.

If it wasn't for his cleverness just now, maybe his brother really won the game.

It will definitely be a god.

Ning Xi had no expression on her face, she stood up slowly, took the tissue to wipe off her sweat, smiled apologetically, and didn't know if it was to the senior year or to herself.

He glanced at Xing Cheng, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand, and took a sip with his head raised.

Under the sun, you can clearly see the mineral water overflowing a little while walking, sliding down the corners of Ning Xi's lips, flowing across the collarbone, collecting on the chest, and then going down, forming a wet mark.

Xing Cheng's throat tightened, and he looked away in a little panic.

He hesitated to take a bottle of Coke from his teammate behind him, and handed it to Ning Xi in front of everyone.

Ning Xi picked it up, unscrewed it lightly, and the carbonated drink entered his throat, which made him tremble all over.

He tightened the bottle cap again, shook it at Xingcheng, and said softly, "Congratulations."

The sun is just right.

It's good to lose.

Maybe it was a match with Xing Cheng, he would have lost in the first place.

……

On the afternoon after the ball game, the sophomore in high school didn't have to go to evening self-study, so Xing Cheng went home early.

The third year of high school is still struggling in school. It's winter, and the class is half an hour late in the morning, and it is estimated that it will be ten o'clock at night.

Without Ning Xi, Xingcheng walked very fast on the way home, went straight and turned two roads, rushed into the community, went straight to the unit building, stood still on the second floor, took out the schoolbag and keys, and opened the door Door.

He twisted the gray door lock with his fingertips, and wiped it against the white wall, leaving a light gray mark.

It’s about 08:30 at this moment, and the parents of Xingcheng are still up. They are making soup for Xingcheng, saying that he played a game in the afternoon and needs to make up for it, so as not to have another cramp when playing the game another day, then Brother Cheng can give a shout Roar swinging a knife and taking the ball to fight in all directions?

Xing Cheng's mother made a separate bowl, sealed it, put it in the refrigerator, and said that when Ning Xi came home at noon tomorrow, Xing Cheng would send some.

Xing Cheng thought for a while, he and Ning Xi still need some time.

He reached out his hand to touch the rim of the bowl, and still felt it was a little hot, so he asked his mother seriously, would you still cook soup tomorrow?

He always felt that the soup his mother made for him and Ning Xi tasted different from the soup he bought for Ning Xi outside, and it was very fragrant.

Occasionally, at times like this, Xing Cheng would feel that Ning Xi and him are a family.

This is good and bad.

Xing Cheng's mother had a worried expression on her face, and while serving soup for Xing Cheng, she said, "This afternoon, Ning Xi's house has another mover..."

Cheng Cheng raised his head slowly: "What did you move this time?"

Stirring the soup in the bowl with a spoon, Xing Cheng's mother continued: "I don't know if the air conditioner is in the living room or in the bedroom..."

"The bedroom."

Cheng Cheng said, "There is no air conditioner in his living room."

Not to mention the air conditioner, there is no sofa or TV, only a small desk lamp and a small table that Xing Cheng worked hard to earn.

Next to the shoe cabinet, lying down and bought the pair of sneakers.

In the past, Xing Cheng felt that as long as Ning Xi wore the pair of sneakers he bought, he could walk happily on the street...

Well, it doesn't matter where he goes.

But it's different now.

Ning Xi has that kind of thought for him, maybe even really likes him very much.

Not to mention whether he really likes it or not, just based on the previous sentence, Xing Cheng wants to use all his strength to fasten Ning Xi tightly, hold him well, and give him a home.

Xingcheng has no position to criticize Ning Xi's mother and stepfather.

They also have a baby, but they forgot that they also have Ning Xi.

It's okay, Xingcheng will remember for them.

When I was on the court today, Xing Cheng was thinking how great it would be if this game never ended.

He can always stand in front of Ning Xi, follow his every move, the eyes of the two people will always meet in one place, and sparks will be sparked in the screams and the sun...

Xing Cheng suddenly couldn't eat anymore, but he still had the courage to drink up the bowl, after all, it was his mother who made it.

He pulled a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Dad, Mom, I'm going to take a shower."

Xingcheng's father was reading a newspaper on the sofa, glanced at his son, and nodded: "Go to bed early after taking a shower."

Xing Cheng agreed, looked at the time, and said with a smile: "You and our mother also go to bed earlier."

As soon as Xing Cheng entered the bathroom, he took a cold shower.

Taking a cold shower in winter made him cold all over, and he was afraid that his mother would find that the water heater was not turned on, so he had to finish the bath hastily, wrapped himself in a towel, and jumped into bed after washing.

Xingcheng wears the jersey he bought before this year to sleep in winter. This jersey is still dark blue. It is his favorite team. He bought two at that time, and used the new one to sleep.

The jersey has no sleeves, is long, and is comfortable to wear.

He also hugged a charged electric hot water bottle, shivering from the heat.

Xingcheng turned off the light, just lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, then ran to the window and looked down, and sure enough, he saw the light on the side of his brother's window.

Xing Cheng glanced at the time, it was almost time to go home.

If one day the light doesn't turn on, Xing Cheng really doesn't know what to do.

After staying in bed for more than an hour, it was almost midnight, and the residents in the entire community basically turned off the lights. Cheng Cheng lay on the window sill and looked down, his brother's place was still on.

Waited another half hour and it went off.

Wrapped in a quilt, Xing Cheng huddled under the quilt to breathe, the winter in Chengdu is really cold and humid.

It's fucking cold with the heater on.

It was cold even if he turned on the heater by himself, let alone his brother.

Cheng Cheng calmly took out his phone, the glare of the light made him a little uncomfortable.

Xing Cheng was holding his mobile phone and typing one by one, holding a hot water bottle that had been recharged in his arms, which was quite hot at the moment.

X: brother

After waiting for ten minutes, Ning Xi probably packed up and went to bed, and replied slowly.

Do Not Disturb: Yes

Xing Cheng deliberated on his words for a long time before replying to him.

X: Is it cold?

Ning Xi replied in seconds, two words, not cold.

Xing Cheng thought about it for a while, he slept in his brother's bed, the quilt was obviously quite thin, and he didn't know if it was thicker or not, it was already November, the air conditioner was removed, and he still fell asleep like this, the second day It won't be ice when you get up in the morning.

X: wait for me

After sending this sentence, Xingcheng quickly stood up, put on the ball pants that were draped beside the bed, and started charging the electric hot water bottle in his hand.

Do Not Disturb:?

X: Immediately

After about 2 minutes, the hot water bottle was ready. Cheng Cheng stood up holding the hot water bottle, picked out a hooded hoodie from the closet, put the hot water bottle into the hat, and put the clothes into the hat.

In this way, the hot water bottle is in front of him, and the clothes on his body can't fall off.

Xing Cheng sent another sentence to Ning Xi: Open the window.

He wasn't stupid enough to throw the electric hot water bottle downstairs.

Xing Cheng directly opened the window, the law and order in this ring is particularly good, there are few households in the old-fashioned community with anti-theft windows. Secure the balcony.

He turned directly down, firmly grasped the pedals by the window of his own house, and stepped on the window sill of Ning Xi's house.

The cold wind was biting, so he wore such a hoodie, with bare legs and a warm baby in his arms, and flipped from the window sill of his own bedroom to the window sill of Ning Xi's bedroom.

This kind of thing can only be done by Xing Cheng.

Ning Xi went to open the window and retracted into the quilt. No matter how much cotton wool was added to cover it, she still felt that she could not sleep warmly, so she simply sat on the bed and stared at the window.

He first saw the feet of Cheng Cheng, and then, Cheng Cheng stood by the window, turned over with his hands on the window sill, and walked in directly.

Ning Xi was a little dazed, she lifted the quilt and stood up.

He watched as Cheng Cheng stood up from the side of the desk, supported the table, and took out an electric hot water bottle from his arms, like offering a treasure.

As soon as the scalding hot water bottle touched Ning Xi's hand, he shrank from the heat. Xing Cheng was so frightened that he threw the electric hot water bottle away, and quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

His worried words stunned Ning Xi, as if everything he had said before had been released by Bing.

The atmosphere between the two finally eased up a bit.

Ning Xi lowered her eyebrows and scolded: "Idiot."

It was too cold for him to sleep in his shirt, and he lifted the quilt to hide, trying to hide himself tightly in the quilt, cover his ears, and bury his face in it, best, best not to see or hear anything.

That way it won't be messed up.

Xing Cheng picked up the electric hot water bottle on the ground, remembered the little Jiujiu in his heart before he got down, gritted his teeth, followed Ning Xi's blanket, and squeezed in directly.

Ning Xi turned his back to him, facing the wall, visibly stiffened all over.

Cheng Cheng stretched out his arms to hug him, the left hand underneath even went under his neck to cushion him, his right hand wrapped around his waist, and pulled the belt slightly back.

Ning Xi was wrapped in her arms.

He felt that the embrace of Cheng Cheng seemed to be more effective than air conditioning and heating.

So hot, so wide, so he felt a sense of belonging.

Like a prairie.

He wants to be on it, to gallop, to run, to gallop, to jump for joy.

Still want to sleep.

Have a warm sleep, have a sweet dream, it is best not to wake up.

Ning Xi squinted her eyes, but didn't move, and slowly felt that Xing Cheng handed the electric hot water bottle to her arms.

"Run."

Ning Xi hugged the electric hot water bottle and coughed a few times.

Leaning close to his ear, Xingcheng called him in a low voice: "Brother."

Ning Xi took a breath.

Cheng Cheng laughed with a low voice, and said seriously: "Don't hold the hot water bottle too tightly, it will be cold when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Xing Cheng hugged Ning Xi tighter, and said, "But I won't."

The boy's body with its own heating system tightly circled the treasure in his arms.

Xing Cheng's chin rested on Ning Xi's shoulder, and he thought about a lot of things before falling asleep, but he didn't say anything in the end.

I will always be hot for you.

Hot head, hot chest, all over, forever and ever.

I've fallen madly in love with it.

Outside the window, mist formed on the glass that was not covered by the curtain, and the dew was heavy in the middle of the night, and water droplets dripped down in strings.

Ning Xi slowly relaxed her tense body, turned her face slightly, her temples rubbed against Cheng Cheng's resolute chin.

Before falling asleep in a daze, Ning Xi glanced at the window.

The water is still dripping and the glass is beautiful.

Very transparent.

he thinks.