three years old

Chengdu, high-tech zone street court.

Today is the weekend, and the sky is already dark. This area is the most concentrated venue for streetball in the city. There are also many corporate departments who come here to reserve a basketball game.

Xingcheng didn't get any work for the company's game this weekend, so he went to his friend's street team to help play the game in the district.

Streetball teams have sprung up in recent years, and all teams compete equally. Some teams are not skilled enough, so they spend money to hire foreign aid.

Streetball teams are basically composed of basketball fans scattered among the people, but there are also many lone rangers who don't like to get together. At the same time, heads-up is also a very important point in streetball culture.

Xingcheng is a high school student who usually hangs around his home. He is very lonely when he plays streetball, and he specializes in playing one-on-one solo.

His high school is divided into Qingyang District, next to Wuhou District, he has fought in both districts all year round, and now he has to do private work outside, so he really can't wander around in these two districts.

Besides, he is considered a relatively god-level player.

The wall surrounded by barbed wire on the street court is very high. There are a few big spotlights hanging on the wall, which can barely illuminate the field so darkly. There is no uniform team uniform, and there may even be internal strife at any time. Individuals fought like this.

Xing Cheng came on as a substitute, 50 yuan per game, just responsible for the defense, assisting in the defense to make up for the position, chasing after the opponent's main players.

If you have the ability, you can also shoot by yourself. You get 20 yuan for a two-pointer and [-] yuan for a three-pointer.

Commonly known as playing black ball.

At this time, the main force of the opposing team had enough rest and was replaced.

After receiving the ball, Cheng Cheng didn't follow the usual path, he directly dribbled the ball, got stuck in the basket, bypassed several swarming players, played with his back, and stood behind his opponent who was desperately defending him, trying to get the ball To the Nets.

His dribbling skills are excellent, and he is famous for his various tricks. In short, he is handsome, no matter how fancy he is.

But in this situation, he had no choice but to cast in the net just to get money.

The man defending him is a center forward, taller than him by a head, at least 1.9 meters away, and strong, almost 30 years old, with his long arms stretched out, he can't see half of the sky!

Xingcheng threw the ball from the top of his head to his back with his left hand, pretended to shoot, and passed it to his teammates. He performed a streetball technique "solar eclipse", and quickly caught the ball returned by his teammates...

He braced the center forward with all his strength, jumped up, and dunked the basketball into the net abruptly!

60 yuan.

Xing Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and just raised his hand to wipe his sweat, half of his face was illuminated by the light in the field, and a circle of chic shadows was drawn on the concrete floor.

He lowered his body to tie his shoelaces, and just after he finished tying one, the laces of the other shoe were scattered, and someone stepped on him.

Xing Cheng held back his anger, but he didn't look up.

Here he is alone in the court, and there are not many black courts in the city, so he has to make money from it.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to wipe off the dust on the soles of his shoes.

Xing Cheng stood up slowly, and glanced to the outside of the field, where there were still a bunch of people discussing tactics.

You idiot, one streetball player is more independent than the other, and he hits nine at every turn, no amount of discussion is useless.

Xing Cheng squeezed his collar, his arm muscles were numb, the force was too much.

Streetball bullfighting is different from the regular game, there are too many wild ways.

There were still many people watching the game on the sidelines, and there were many girls, all holding their mobile phones and turning on their flashlights, holding them up and shaking them in the dark, like a concert.

Standing in the middle of the field, the referee also turned on the lights, holding a mobile phone and shouting: "Keep going!"

Looking at this scene, Xing Cheng suddenly wanted to sing a song, just that one, as long as you live a better life than me, nothing is difficult...

He also hopes as in the lyrics, that happiness can surround Ning Xi, instead of becoming more closed as he grows up like now.

He was in a daze, when someone next to him suddenly bumped into him: "Xing Cheng?"

Xing Cheng took a look and was startled: "Should I be with the minister?"

Seeing him like this, Ying Yuchen immediately understood and was a little worried, but his tone was still casual: "Are you from this team?"

Xing Cheng's face was not red, his heart was not beating, he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "That's right."

Ying Yuchen sneered, stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Are you coughing with me?"

Xingcheng continued to edit: "I didn't lie to you, I fought for several years..."

Seeing his attitude, Ying Yuchen became serious and reached out to hug him: "Are you short of money?"

Xing Cheng couldn't hide it, probably Ying and Chen also hang out in this area, honestly: "Earn pocket money."

Ying Yuchen smiled, he looked at this Friday night, he was afraid that his brother would be too free to let him out to play in the street, so he specially picked one a little farther away, but who would have thought that he would meet a person like Xing Cheng here? kid?

He also came to play black ball to make money, and he was still his opponent. If Ning Xi knew it, he might have to peel off his own skin.

Ying Yuchen had just entered the court, and they were playing with their mobile phones below. They occasionally glanced at the court and noticed Xing Cheng's skills, but they couldn't see clearly because it was too dark.

He watched the game continue, and took the initiative to run to the side of Xing Cheng to run away his teammates, turned sideways to help Xing Cheng miss a ball, and talked to Xing Cheng: "You played well?"

Cheng Cheng was dribbling the ball under his crotch at the moment, his mind was full of 20 yuan for a three-pointer, so he didn't have the energy to take care of him, so he responded casually: "It's okay."

He swung the ball, and directly hit Ying and Chen.

Ying Yuchen didn't know whether he was pretending or what, he sat down on the ground and shouted at his teammates: "Take that kid!"

But he just missed it, stepped on the three-point line, took a step back, shot, and easily shot the ball｜into the net!

As soon as Xing Cheng landed, he turned his head and glanced at Ying Yuchen who was standing back and winking at him, smiled, and mouthed "Thank you".

This acting is amazing.

Then it almost turned into a solo performance by Xing Cheng, their team also won a lot of points, the main players were all off the field, and only Xing Cheng and a group of substitutes were left to waste garbage time.

At the end of the game, after this game, Xing Cheng earned almost 150 yuan, which was settled on the spot.

He followed the team members to the side of the car outside the field, secretly settled the money, one hundred for one piece, fifty for one piece, folded them in his pocket, and held a sweat-soaked cash bag in his hand. wristband.

Cheng Cheng came into the arena and took the mineral water he left on the sidelines, unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to drink it, Ying Yuchen saw that it was the water he had already drank, so he reached out and snatched it: "Don't drink it!"

Xing Cheng was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"You boy, it's the first time you come back to this kind of dark place, you dare to drink the boiled water again, you don't know who puts you a medicine..."

Ying Yuchen pushed him, and was quite friendly, asking: "How much did you earn?"

Walking with a hand gesture: "One hundred and five."

Ying Yuchen completely admired him now, because he was considered a spoiled and rich second generation. He was spoiled by his father and brother since he was a child, and he was never short of money.

The little boy in front of him, even though he is only two years younger than him, has started to take on this kind of work to make money.

And that Ning Xi is the same, he will turn [-] soon, and he is still a big boy. For some reason, he talks so little and has such a cold temper. He is precocious, and he can compete with his brother.

Seeing that Ying and Chen looked thoughtful, Xing Cheng became fierce: "If my brother finds out, I will pick you for free throws in the team."

Ying and Chen shrank their necks, quickly said "Ai Ai Ai" a few times, and scolded: "Do you have a conscience, I just helped you..."

Xing Cheng immediately stood up straight: "Xie Senior."

Ying Yuchen was really tormented speechless by this kind of temperamental and submissive kid. He has always been the youngest at home, and he exudes vigorous love for this kind of kid who is a little younger than himself.

He waved his hand: "Come on, my surname is Ying, and I will be called Senior Ying from now on..."

Xing Cheng is also taller than Ying Yuchen, nodding his head, the feeling of oppression is strong, Ying Yuchen feels that Ning Xi's side is more comfortable.

He still wanted to say something, when suddenly his phone rang, he glanced at it and quickly put it into his bag: "My brother is here to find me, I'll leave first!"

While wiping his face with a tissue, he talked to Xingcheng: "Wait a minute, I'll go to my brother's and get you some water!"

Ying Yuchen is a boy with a particularly straight personality, and his sexual orientation is also straight. He is determined to treat anyone well.

When he transferred to Chengdu, he played well with Ning Xi, so Ning Xi's younger brother naturally had to be taken care of.

Cheng Cheng took his coat and put it on, and followed him outside.

A Mercedes-Benz Big G off-road vehicle was parked outside the stadium. Although it was not as big as his Hummer, it was still quite domineering. I was a little curious about what Ying Yuchen's brother looked like.

Ying Yuchen ran to the trunk to get mineral water, and covered Xing Cheng's eyes: "Don't look at my brother, he is angry, his angry expression is like the shadow of my childhood..."

Now Xing Cheng was even more curious, but out of politeness he still obediently stood behind, instead of running to the front, Ying and Chen stopped him, and did not bother to say hello.

Ying and Chen are stubborn, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but I'm afraid his brother will see Xing Cheng, and turn around and talk to him blankly, "How tall is he, how did you grow?"

Ying Yuchen is a boy in the north, his elder brother rushed to 1.9 meters when he got angry, and he was only 19 meters eight when he was almost 1.7 years old. He would vomit after drinking milk every day.

While he was worrying, his brother got out of the car door, glanced at Xing Cheng, and pinched out the cigarette in his hand.

Ying Yuchen was so nervous that he introduced solemnly: "Brother, this, this is my junior, from the school team, called Xingcheng."

Ying and Jiang lowered their eyes, stretched out their hands, and said indifferently: "Hello, I'll take care of you."

Xing Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and took it back: "Hello, my name is Xing Cheng."

Ying Yuchen's brother was not his type at all, he was tall and strong, he stood there as an iron-blooded tough guy, except for his cold expression, he couldn't fault him anywhere.

After giving the water to Xing Cheng, Ying Yuchen persuaded him very seriously: "Don't come here again, Xing Cheng, it's too dangerous."

Xingcheng nodded, took a deep breath, didn't agree and didn't say a word, and lightly hit Ying Yuchen's shoulder with his fist, thanking him in a manly way, and the two hugged.

Ying Yuchen whispered, "Let's take you home, where is your home?"

Xing Cheng didn't want to be troublesome, so he refused: "It's okay, I'll go back by myself."

In the end, when Ying and Chen were leaving, they told him again and again, don't come, you made such a big splash this time, next time you will probably be beaten by someone under pressure.

Cheng Cheng stood by the side of the road and watched them go.

He unscrewed the bottle cap in his hand, raised his head and took a sip.

That night, Xingcheng felt that when he grows up, he will drive his own car to the stadium to pick up Ning Xi, put a large box of Coca-Cola, Pepsi, and Sprite juice in the trunk, and put it in the car. Put a refrigerator on the bed, put a refrigerator at home, put several, absolutely not afraid of someone coming to move it away...

Don't let his brother suffer anymore.

He went back by bus, and fell asleep while dangling in the car. Before he closed his eyes, he saw the bus driving in the middle of the road in the city.

When I woke up and passed the stop, I was tired from traveling, and I was reluctant to pay for a taxi, so I just rode my bicycle and walked back.

As the night wind passed by, he thought of Ning Xi again.

When he was a child, Xiao Xingcheng often went out to play in his father's car. The car was parked at the door of the apartment building. As soon as he got in the car and rolled down the window, he could see Xiao Ningxi lying by the window and watching him.

There was envy and longing in his eyes, but Xiao Xingcheng didn't understand it at the time.

He thought that Xiao Ningxi also wanted to play together, so he waved to him, brother, do you want to go out together!

Xiao Ningxi shook her head and closed the curtains.

Later, when Xing Cheng grew up, he was almost in the fourth and fifth grades, and got his first bicycle, which was a mountain bike. It was very flashy and cool. lights up.

The children in the yard couldn't get up, so they just sat around the yard eagerly every day, watching Xiao Xingcheng riding his mountain bike, pointing the bike's butt towards Ning Xi's window, shouting, brother, do you want to go out together!

What responded to him was Xiao Ningxi's voice pulling the curtains.

A little older, Xiao Xingcheng finally got his wish and let Xiao Ningxi sit in his back seat.

That year, he felt that carrying Ning Xi in the back seat was like carrying his own moon.

I sat for several years, until I was a few years older, and the two tall boys couldn't sit down anymore.

Xingcheng started to look at his father's car, started to drink milk, started to exercise, ran and played ball, urging himself to grow up quickly.

However, after the two of them gradually understood the truth, Xingcheng found sadly that his running speed could not keep up with Ning Xi's growing pace.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he looks different every day, not to mention that Ning Xi is three years older than him.

Ning Xi felt that Xing Cheng didn't understand at all.

When Xing Cheng rode his bike to the community, he entered the yard and found that Ning Xi's window was still lit.

It is estimated that the night battle is still burning.

Cheng Cheng entered the unit building, turned right, stood in the dark, and knocked on the door.

After a while, footsteps came from inside, and Xing Cheng could feel Ning Xi standing still at the door, probably looking at the cat's eyes.

Xing Cheng had money in his pocket, and the paper money was soaked with sweat from his palms.

It's so late, and I'm still reading and reviewing. I heard that those who are in the third and fourth grades of high school have just started to prepare for a year. At this time, the pressure is extremely high, and they have to eat supper at night.

Ning Xi doesn't have a mother to make supper, and no soup to drink, so she must be hungry?

He didn't have the face to take care of Ning Xi with the family's money, so going to play to earn some money is the only thing he can do now.

The lights in the corridor were still not fixed, Xing Cheng leaned his back on the door of Ning Xi's house, and felt a little comfort in the dark.

Like hiding in a secret, never afraid of someone peeping.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Ning Xi was also facing the door with his back to the door, with a cigarette in his mouth, silent, lowering his head to wipe the back of his hand that was stained by the pen.

Two people back to back, separated by a door.

Unable to hold back, Xing Cheng gently knocked on the door again.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

Ning Xi didn't open the door.

Xing Cheng stood for a long time.

He thought silently, maybe his brother went to sleep after seeing him.

Maybe he really fell asleep, but he heard it wrong.