[SD Doujin Xianliu] Song of the Years

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When Zebei first arrived in the United States, he found that his dream was completely different from what he had imagined. At that time, he could not even be called satisfactory. His language was not good, it was almost so bad that it caused headaches, and the spoken language he learned in Japan was only a drop in the bucket. , with a strong accent, he still couldn't fit into this overtly and secretly full of exclusion environment. As a last resort, he followed his father's suggestion, suspended his studies, and started to go to language school.

When reading, writing, listening and translating the half-understood English words over and over again, Zebei felt that even the glory he once had was suspended here.

Zebei has never left home. This is the first time he has traveled far alone. When he traveled to the United States with his Shanwang teammates, he never found out that this place is so far away. It takes a long time to take a plane and a long bus. I don't know how many kilometers away from home, probably the distance that no number of telephone lines can close.

In the first year in the United States, Zebei was actually a bit painful. The first taste of loneliness made him toss and turn every night, and he missed his father very much every day. The person who would follow him no matter where he was since childhood, occupied him Most of his memories so far, now only the voice on the phone can comfort him, and when he was alone in the United States from the age of 17, Zebei gradually discovered something bigger than language. problem.

In this dream country, basketball has become something that cannot be done as one likes.

Before going to North Carolina, Zebei had been vacant for a whole year. The school ball club he was in was not optimistic about the Asian hairy kids from outside. The application for joining the club was rejected time and time again. He could only stand outside the court and watch them play and observe each player. Finally, I practiced it over and over again on the street court.

When the adversity begins to remain unchanged for a long time, the desire will begin to diminish due to the suppression. At that time, what Zebei wants most is no longer how to dominate the arena, but to have an opponent who can compete with him with real guns, even if there is only one , So he suddenly thought of a kid who had the same ambitions as him.

The unyielding Rukawa Kaede.

Of course, Zebei never thought that what he wanted would come true. When he met Rukawa in North Carolina, he almost wept with joy at that moment. Because he finally achieved something he had hoped for in the past two years in the United States, Rukawa usually rolled his eyes at this, He has heard Zebei tell this story over and over again, and his tears can still be seen when he is emotional. Only when he knows Zebei Rukawa can he realize that he has been wronged for so long. If childishness can improve his game skills, crybaby is enough to dominate U.S.

And Zebei's knowledge of Rukawa came from the semester when he fought side by side in North Carolina. He and Rukawa were the only Asian faces in the talented school team. They would always encounter pressure from teammates intentionally or unintentionally during daily training. When those mocking or disdainful eyes appeared, Rukawa always stayed calm and said nothing. Zebei felt his grace, and wanted to ask him if he had any tricks to calm down and ignore everything, but Rukawa ignored him and said nothing. Zebei didn't say anything, and Zebei felt a little strange. He went over and saw that the brat was humming with his earphones plugged in.

……

what.

Can you lend me a listen too?

buy it yourself.

No money... Zebei's family is not rich. The house his father bought to create a playing space for him has exhausted all the savings in the family, and even some borrowed money has not been paid off until recently.

Rukawa's face swelled, and he reluctantly took off an earphone and gave it to him. The two of them sat there and listened until the battery ran out.

Zebei often said the same sentence with Xiandao, which he couldn't understand.

Rukawa felt that his language school was for nothing.

I can't understand the meaning of the song.

Ok?

Zebei rested his chin and looked at the new moon in the sky, feeling that the United States is not so free at all, and they all sang beautifully.

Are you three years old?

nineteen!

Rukawa shook his head again and again.

Do you get homesick?

I used to live in the US.

Eh? !real or fake.

fake.

Then why did you go back to Japan again?

The ball can be played anywhere.

Then why come to America again.

Rukawa propped his chin and said again blankly, he can hit the ball anywhere.

Zebei is in distress, don't even say things I don't understand!

They say you are only three years old.

Zebei didn't know at that time that the opportunity for their friendship was because of Sendo. Rukawa never even mentioned to him the original intention of writing down Kitazawa in front of him. Instead, he would mention that he had a friend who was very good at playing. He was studying in university in Tokyo, Japan. I wanted to come to America again because of that friend.

Zebei was very curious when he heard it, and asked him if his friend was so powerful and what his name was.

Xian Daozhang, failed to beat him twice.

But you beat me!

Rukawa bluntly said that he did not win the singles, and he reassured Zebei that he has not yet fallen to the point where he needs to rely on the comfort of his opponent.

Zebei didn't understand what Rukawa was thinking at all. Rukawa was very stubborn. He never talked about other people's failures in his speech, but he was obsessed with his own victory or defeat.

But Shanwang did lose to Xiangbei, this is a fact.

So what.

I said you, Zebei is a little funny, do you play ball or fight, do you have to be singled out to be happy?

Just want to become stronger.

To beat your friend?

Um.Rukawa said again.

But he doesn't play anymore.

At that moment, Zebei realized that Rukawa did not understand loneliness.

The status quo was changed after the team changed coaches. In order to integrate alternate players with different qualifications, the new coach organized a practice match. He and Rukawa became the coaches’ attention because of their outstanding performance. Several more assessments were conducted one after another, and it was not until the eve of the league that the two finally got an unexpected piece of good news.

Zebei used Rukawa's mobile phone to call his father that day, and said while crying that he could officially participate in the competition. Zebei repeated this sentence many times, choking so hard.

Rukawa thought it was a bit embarrassing. After all, he never cried in front of people, and he didn't realize what it was like to release his emotions. The passers-by all had funny expressions. .

My dad said he would come to see me play.

Ok.

Zebei blew his nose and asked Rukawa if he didn't call home.

Beat it.

So fast? !When did this happen?

Just now.

Hi!Hello, may I ask here... oh here, taxi, where can I get a taxi?

...?

Ah... I want to ask, taxi, car.

The store manager is a little dazed. He has rarely met foreigners since he opened the convenience store. The black-haired boy in front of him looks good. His nose and eyes are a bit like those of his countrymen, but he can't speak clearly.

Xiandao repronounced the taxi again, and made gestures. The store manager vaguely understood, and stretched out his hand to point him in the direction.

But, I came from there, just now.

Are you here for tourism?

The store manager spoke much faster than the tape, and he couldn't hear the accent clearly. After trying to identify it, Xiandao was sure that he understood the word "tourism", and nodded repeatedly.

The store manager took out a newspaper, drew him a simple map, and told him that there would be no cars passing by here, and he had to go straight to the place he had just pointed out and turn left for 200 meters to get a car. I borrowed a phone number to call Rukawa and asked him to ask the store manager, but no one answered after calling twice. It was getting dark, Xiandao didn't dare to stay any longer, and left in a hurry after holding the map to express his thanks.

Go straight...turn left? 200 meters, here?

Xiandao stopped and looked, and there was a dead end in front of him, with a few trash cans piled up in the corner surrounded by flies.

Xiandao was a little strange, scratching his head and staring at the half-knowledgeable map for a long time, finally confirmed the matter.

He took it down.