I secretly liked you for the past ten years

Mao Wenwen just wanted to say more, but was frightened by the temperature of Mao Xiaoyu's palm, she quickly pulled off her father's paw, and shouted, "Dad, you have a fever!"

Mao Xiaoyu took the opportunity to change the subject and hurriedly said, "That's right, Dad has a fever, let's go home quickly."

Mao Wenwen became obedient immediately, and without saying a word, Mao Xiaoyu immediately slid into the car with the child in her arms, leaving Wang Ziwen standing alone in the wind, very confused.

In the end, he could only continue to be his coachman obediently, and after sending the two of them home, he left with question marks in his head.

Mao Wenwen squatted in front of the medicine cabinet, staring at her father hopping over after taking the medicine, and said seriously, "Dad, are you okay?"

Mao Xiaoyu shook her head, rubbed the child's head, and said with a smile, "It's okay, Dad will be fine after a night of sleep. What would Wenwen want to eat? Dad will make you dinner."

Mao Wenwen pursed her lips and whispered, "Wenwen is not hungry, dad is sleeping."

Mao Xiaoyu smiled, hugged the child into his arms and patted it, then bowed his head and kissed again, "Hey, Dad is much better, don't be afraid."

Mao Wenwen lay in his arms for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said seriously, "Why didn't Dad let big brother know?"

"……what?"

"You don't want me to tell, I know."

Mao Xiaoyu stared blankly at her, uncertainly, "You know...know what?"

"You don't want big brother to know that you miss him, so you don't let me talk, do you?"

Mao Xiaoyu stared at the doll, who was less than five years old, with a look of shock, "You...you've grown up, baby?"

Mao Wenwen knew that this was a compliment to herself, so she smiled and hugged Mao Xiaoyu coquettishly, "If you don't let me say it, I won't say it, but why? Can Wenwen know?"

Mao Xiaoyu coughed and hesitated for a long time, Mao Wenwen nodded understandingly, jumped out of his arms, and patted Mao Xiaoyu's head like a little adult, "Wenwen won't listen if Dad doesn't want to say it," she said again Face comforted, "Father is not afraid."

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

Something seems wrong _(:3」∠)_

Although she knew that her daughter followed her father's head and had a high IQ, she didn't expect it to be so unnatural. Mao Xiaoyu asked tentatively, "Where did Wenwen see him?"

Mao Wenwen revealed again, "You still want to hide it from me? ' with a disgusted look in his eyes, snorted, turned around and ran away, and soon ran back, hugging a thick sketchbook in his arms, and puffed his stomach towards Mao Xiaoyu, "That's it, what's the matter?" There are a lot of books, you are locked in the cabinet, and the lock is broken."

Mao Xiaoyu immediately wanted to cry, "...the lock is broken?"

"Yeah, it's broken!"

Mao Xiaoyu sniffled depressedly, so she had to admit honestly, "Okay, it's really him, but Wenwen promised Dad not to tell him, okay?"

Mao Wenwen bulged her cheeks, hugged the book into Mao Xiaoyu's arms, looked up at him, "Why?"

Mao Xiaoyu didn't speak, just hugged her daughter and patted her head, then pulled out the sketchbook, and silently opened a page.

There are no sketches in it. I bought this kind of notebook at the time because it was blank and allowed him to write and post a lot of things.

He has more than a dozen of these notebooks, and every page of each notebook is carefully filled with bits and pieces about that person.

"Big brother is so pretty," Mao Wenwen poked at the photo on the page and asked, "Does big brother play ball?"

Mao Xiaoyu looked at the young man in the photo. He was holding a basketball in one hand and a trophy in the other. He was wearing the No. 9 jersey and was surrounded by his teammates and laughed. His smile was bright and dazzling. Even after so many years, he was still Let him miss it so much.

Mao Xiaoyu remembers clearly that this is a photo of Wang Ziwen's team winning the city championship for the first time. He cut it out from the evening paper, along with the news reported, cut it on the back, and pasted it neatly , well preserved.

Mao Wenwen turned the page, looked at the news on the back and read out, "Middle school boy in this city...um...uh, Dad, what does this word read?"

Mao Xiaoyu looked at those words, was silent for a long time, and finally followed up slowly: "The men's joint basketball friendly match between middle schools in this city started the championship match yesterday, and the final score was jaw-dropping: 161 to 32. With five times the score, they won a big victory, creating a great myth in the history of competitions in this city..."

In a trance, Mao Xiaoyu seemed to see that handsome and heroic young man back then. He used to be so happy for that person, tossing and turning, wishing he could hide in the crowd and watch him secretly all the time, because his every frown and smile made him smile. deep foot.

It's clear that ten years have passed since the mood at that time, but now I close my eyes and think about it silently, but I still feel that it is still in front of me.

Mao Xiaoyu's life before the age of 16 was as dull and calm as plain boiled water. Because of his health, he always cowered and hid in the corner, not daring to talk nonsense, let alone making friends. His life was worse than the background board. The silent life of the background plate.At that time, because of low self-esteem and timidity, he didn't dare to go anywhere except school, but at the most youthful and active age, he was stuck in the sky, moving as much as he could, and often depressed.As soon as he is depressed, he can't help but want to eat. He doesn't like to move but loves to eat. Over the past ten years, he has gradually gained a lot of fat. When he entered high school, he became a standard short and poor, and was often treated as a meatball by his classmates. same bullying.

The first time he saw Wang Ziwen was in the first week of school. At that time, Mao Xiaoyu was as fat as a ball, and he could make a layer of flesh when he ran. Anyone who saw him would shy away from him, even dogs. Don't wait to see.And that day was really a very ordinary day, he went to school in an ordinary way, was beaten in an ordinary way, ran errands in an ordinary way, held the snacks ordered by the boys in the class, and wheezed and panted from the grocery store Run to the teaching building.Of course, the waves of flesh all over his body swayed with his running, and then he swayed like that, and suddenly he heard a burst of amazed screams from behind him.

He subconsciously glanced back, and with that one glance, he was firmly engrossed by the black silhouette walking against the light.

He had never seen such a good-looking person, his facial features were like ink painting, deep but not sharp, just right bright and handsome.The man had a pair of obsidian-like clear eyes, which seemed to be fused with the sun, with a scalding temperature, which was firmly burned on the tip of his heart through his gaze in an instant.

That handsome figure on the court suddenly reminded him of an eagle soaring high in the sky, and the heroic aura rushing towards him was so dazzling that he even forgot to blink, and just stayed there, watching The whole person is dumbfounded.

It was the first time that Mao Xiaoyu saw a boy who was as fierce as a beast, and he didn't have a trace of fear. He just felt that the man's strong and tall body was extremely attractive. He didn't even hear the class bell. He didn't come back to his senses until there was no one on the court except the players. He looked around in shock and let out a cry.

Wang Ziwen had just landed a slam dunk, and when he heard the yell, he raised his head, and happened to meet Mao Xiaoyu's panicked eyes.Mao Xiaoyu's mind went blank for a moment, she forgot what she wanted to do, her eyes widened with a bag of snacks in her arms, she was in a daze as if she had been pricked.

Seeing his appearance, the prince thought it was funny, raised his chin, and said teasingly, "Class is over, we are going to continue training, do you want to stay and practice together?"

One sentence made everyone around burst into laughter, and they all looked at the little fat man who was left alone and began to tease him with a few words.There were quite a few girls who skipped class to watch them play, but this was the first time I met a boy who didn't even hear the bell. Mao Xiaoyu blushed from their laughter, and turned around to run away in a hurry, but her heart was beating from her chest. Like jumping out, he ran to the classroom and sat down without calming down.

But obviously being teased blushed, after class, he still couldn’t help lying down at the window and looking at the stadium. Looking at it from such a distance was not enough, and after school, he scrambled past with his schoolbag in his arms, hiding behind the wall of people to poke secretly. Poking hard to catch the boy's shadow.

So on the basketball court of the No. [-] Middle School, a fat squirrel with a pine nut in his arms began to appear and disappear. That guy would always look in from the outermost periphery of the crowd, trying to find a small gap where he could see the center of the court. Once blocked by someone, he would jump twice to find another gap, and if he was blocked again, he would jump twice again, jumping from one end of the human wall to the other every day, staring at every small gap. Watching his eagle foolishly happy.

After just giggling like this for two weeks, Mao Xiaoyu seemed to have found a bright light in life, even if she was still being bullied every day, she would soon be happy again.Except for class and homework, he hides behind the crowd and watches Wang Ziwen play basketball. There are too many people who like Wang Ziwen. He didn't want him to notice him, he just wanted to secretly look at him with his schoolbag in his arms every day, and secretly liked him, without disturbing anyone, just silently giggling at himself.

But even if it is so silent and uncontested, it also makes some people very unhappy.

"Hey, fat man, can you stop hanging around here all the time? You laugh so hard every day that you're so fat that you're going to fly out of my back. Are you disgusting?"

Mao Xiaoyu was startled, she quickly stopped smiling, and obediently took a step back.

"Fuck off, I told you to roll off, did you hear that? You're the only fat old man learning how to play basketball, can you jump up!"

Mao Xiaoyu bit her mouth, and retorted in a low voice, "I'll watch from the back, so I won't delay you?"

"It doesn't bother me, but I feel disgusted when you stand behind me!" The boy turned around and grabbed his collar, "He is fat and ugly and comes out to scare people every day, laughing like an idiot, Laugh at your mother, laugh, it's disgusting!"

Mao Xiaoyu trembled in fright, didn't dare to speak, her body instinctively wanted to run away, but she couldn't let go of the man in the field, she struggled for a while before saying, "Well, then I'll stay away from here, I'll watch over the steps... "

"Anyway, don't let me see you again, beat me up once I see you, understand? If you understand, get out!"

Then he was kicked hard on the chest, Mao Xiaoyu had long been used to being kicked, the pain was of course still painful, but he just endured it silently, got up and ran away cautiously.

Mao Xiaoyu really didn't understand, how did he offend that person by watching the ball, but he was so cowardly, he couldn't think of resisting when he was threatened, and obediently hid further away.But this still provoked the other party. To be precise, he was seen by that person again. This time, the person brought three people over and yelled at him fiercely, "Did I say so? If I see you again, I will beat you. How dare you stand in front of my eyes?!"

Mao Xiaoyu's face turned pale with fright, her teeth chattered up and down, and she said in a trembling voice, "I, I'm standing far away..."

Another boy sneered and said, "This fat man is famous, don't you know? The one who paid brother Yuan's protection fee the fastest didn't lose a day, but he is obedient."

The boy earlier disdainfully said, "That bastard is him? I said that he looks stupid, and he looks like a coward." He strangled Mao Xiaoyu's collar again, and said with a sinister smile, "How about it, you Give me 50 yuan a day, and I will allow you to stand on the stadium and watch the game, how about it?"

Mao Xiaoyu was so frightened that her breath trembled, and she said with difficulty, "I, I have no money, I really have no money."

"Didn't they work hard for Brother Yuan? You will have no money here? What's the matter? Look down on me, right?" The boy suddenly raised his hand, eyebrows raised, "We still have to be like Brother Yuan You have to be educated before you can be obedient? I don't mind."

"I, I really... didn't..."

But before he finished speaking, he slapped it down, and without warning, Mao Xiaoyu was stunned all at once.

The boy slapped him well, his hostility exploded, he threw Mao Xiaoyu to the ground, and said, "It's okay if you don't pay me. When I'm in a bad mood, you will be beaten obediently, and I will allow you to stand on the court." He said." Then he kicked his stomach fiercely, and said with a sneer, "I have a fat belly, do you feel kicked? You don't even know it hurts, do you?"

The rest of the people laughed loudly, immediately surrounded Mao Xiaoyu, kicked left and right, and kicked people back and forth several times like a ball.

Mao Xiaoyu didn't dare to scream, and couldn't escape, so she could only hold her head and gritted her teeth to be beaten. When she was in pain, she suddenly heard a cold voice next to her ear, "It's the first time I I heard that the rules of this basketball court are up to you."

The pain in her body stopped immediately, and then dozens of footsteps sounded, Mao Xiaoyu was kicked and beaten until she became dizzy, opened her eyes in a daze, but was suddenly shocked.

A group of tall boys in jerseys surrounded the four of them, and the No. 9 jersey at the head helped Mao Xiaoyu up, looked sideways at the few people with earthy faces, and said with a sneer, "How dare you make trouble on the side of the court in broad daylight?" , when we are all dead?"

Another 1.9-meter-tall boy shouted, "Boss, isn't this the little fat guy from that day? The one who kept his eyes straight watching you play and didn't even hear the class bell?"

Hearing the words, the number 9 jersey turned around and looked carefully at the little fat man next to him, suddenly raised his eyebrows, lightly weighed the basketball in his hand a few times, and then suddenly held it in his palm.

He was still smiling, but there was a clear hint of coldness in his slightly upturned eyes.

"My fans, you also dare to beat me up, you are not small."