rush to score

"Sleep?"

"It's okay, the number of insomnia will not exceed twice a week."

"Do you dream?"

"Occasionally."

"Good or bad?"

"All."

The man in the white coat sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand and quickly wrote a few lines, then when he glanced at the frame below, he paused and asked, "Do you still dream about that car accident? "

"...I will dream of a person."

·

On the second day after returning to China, Liang Xi went to the hospital for a comprehensive health check.

In the early summer of Boping City, the sky was cloudy, and the dark clouds were like a silent net, covering the sky above the city, as if it would rain in the next second.The air is damp and sticky, reminiscent of soda spilled on the floor overnight.The street outside was still lively, Liang Xi struggled through the security checkpoint of the subway station in the evening rush hour, and walked straight forward, holding a kraft paper bag in his hand and hugging it to his chest.

"Please show me your / ID card." The random police officer stopped him with his hand as he was doing routine checks.

Liang Xi touched his pocket, but it was empty: "I forgot to bring it."

"Then report your ID number."

The policeman raised his eyes and glanced at the young man in front of him, only to find that he looked unexpectedly young and handsome, with navy blue short sleeves, a pair of washed jeans underneath, and his sneakers were polished very white.However, the young man's movements became a little awkward after his questioning. He froze for a moment, and then took out a passport from his file bag: "I can't remember the number clearly, can I use a passport?"

"how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"Yo, just an adult?" The policeman looked him over carefully, took his passport book and quickly flipped through it, "I just came back from abroad..."

"Well, I'm not quite used to this place yet." Liang Xi's voice was gentle and gentle, with some immature youthful air.

"Okay, let's go, let's go." The policeman didn't stop him, and waved him to enter the station, "Next time you go out, bring some documents."

The subway in Boping City is always busy, just like the blood vessels flowing in the city, carrying the youth and ideals of countless people through the dark tunnel.

With one hand on the ring, Liang Xi looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes. He hadn't been back for four years, but this city should be his hometown.

During the evening rush hour, the crowds on the subway were scary. Liang Xi had almost never had the experience of being squeezed into the subway. He was pushed forward by the people behind him, and his upper body leaned forward, showing a suspended state.And sitting in front of him was a woman with a good figure, who was dressed coolly in summer, and a sexy gully under the neckline could be clearly seen from top to bottom.

Liang Xi's face flushed, and he straightened his eyes, staring at the mobile TV hanging on the wall of the subway car.

The city propaganda is scrolling on the screen. A cartoon mascot jumps between the blue sky and white clouds, draws various colorful special effects, and finally stays on a frame - the 2022 World Fencing Championships.

Liang Xi blinked.

When we got out of the subway exit, the rain was finally squeezed out from the dark clouds. The thin rain did not require an umbrella, but the humid air stuck to the skin still made Liang Xi feel uncomfortable.He looked up, looking around as if looking for someone.

"Brother Liang Zi!" A girl with a high ponytail stood at the door and waved at Liang Xi.

Liang Xi quickened his pace, and walked up to her in two or three steps: "Tongtong, you've grown taller."

Shu Tongying stuck out her tongue: "I haven't seen you for four years, it would be really strange if I haven't grown taller."

"My dad heard that you came back to China. He was so happy that he drank all the time last night and slept until midnight today. The club almost didn't open." Shu Tongying has been lively since she was a child. He kept on saying, "You can go and see him soon."

The young man listened from the side, chuckled twice, and knew that Shu Tongying was joking—how could such a big club close down because the boss didn't go to work.

The small courtyard is quiet, a glass door opens inward, and the entrance is very low-key, just like the living room of any small restaurant.There is no signboard outside, only a small wooden signboard is hung on the side wall of the door, with a few words written on it, Yongfeng Club.

Liang Xi knew that there was something hidden in this building. There were more than 60 kendos in total, which was definitely considered the scale among domestic fencing clubs.

More than ten years ago, Shu Yongfeng stepped down from the position of head coach of the national team and joined the Swordsmanship Association. He opened a club by himself and gradually achieved today's status.Liang Xi was not his first student, but he was the one closest to him. At that time, Shu Yongfeng saw that he was a seedling, and privately gave him a lot of training. I have to continue practicing after wiping away my tears.

The impression was so deep that when Liang Xi walked in here again, he still felt tense all over his body.

Liang Xi still remembers the last time he met Shu Yongfeng in the hospital. The middle-aged man with a loud voice finally lowered his voice. Sighed.

"Coach, when I recover from illness, I will be back soon." Liang Xi thought he was afraid that he would be lazy when he went abroad, so he added on purpose, "I will also train in country A. When I come back, it will definitely be more serious than now." sharp."

·

This wait is four years.

It's not that there is no chance to come back during the period-his leg injury has long since healed, but his heart disease has not yet.

Liang Xi thinks that some childhood trivialities will gradually fade as he grows up, but the reality is not always satisfactory.At first, he would always have nightmares. In the dream, the out-of-control car came towards him with a long and terrifying sound. He couldn't take his eyes off the two dazzling light circles in front of the car, and he screamed in the dream. , and then woke up.

Another new day.

His back was soaked in cold sweat, he sat up and gasped for breath, and the memory fragments from four years ago were still repeated in his mind...

·

When he felt a very sudden tremor from the tip of the sword, before he could react, the sword in his hand flew out, and the man stabbed his left chest with a sword, accompanied by a flash of light. The colorful lights, and the subtle sound of the sword breaking.

The scoreboard changed from 14:14 to 15:14. The referee raised the gesture to indicate the score for the last time, announcing the end of the finals, and someone in the auditorium whistled.

This is a wonderful game, even if it is only two [-]-year-old children in Group B, but the coaches watching all know that the level of these two children has far surpassed their peers, if they choose professional Continuing on this road, the future of the sword world in country C will definitely leave a strong mark on them.

The man pointed his index finger at the auditorium, took off his helmet and smashed it on the ground outside the stadium. He raised his head proudly and enjoyed everyone's applause.At that moment, the cheers were like a tidal wave and drowned the sluggish Xiao Liangxi. He watched the man walking towards him step by step through the black iron grid of the helmet. He could hear his heavy breathing in the helmet, every time His breath ripped through his chest, almost suffocating.

How ironic it is that the winner extends a friendly hand to the loser.

This was the first national youth championship gold medal won by that person. The goddess of victory threw an olive branch to the young boy and became out of control ever since.

Failure wasn't frustrating, what really pained Liang Xi was that he shouldn't have dropped such a sword, at least, not in this way.

"Lu Mingchuan, you liar!"

In the locker room, he screamed uncontrollably and pushed the winner against the locker behind him. The man's back hit the metal locker with a loud bang.

A boy of this age has never been able to stand such a provocation. Almost in the next second, Lu Mingchuan threw him to the ground and firmly pressed Liang Xi's shoulder: "I told you when we first met, lose You have to lose."

"I can't afford to lose! You are the one who wins!"

"...But I won, it was because you couldn't hold the sword steadily."

"You clearly know that I have an injury on my hand, and, moreover, you deliberately used fake moves that are the opposite of what we practiced! If your opponent is not me today, you can't win at all! And all this is because you know too well I'm sorry, I'll tell you everything, but you—"

"Shut up!" Lu Mingchuan interrupted him angrily, straddled Liang Xi's body, and put his arm against his neck, "It's so funny, how can you play a game without fake moves, why can others make fake moves? No way? I beat you within the rules, this is a fact."

The trachea was suppressed, Liang Xi blushed and burst into a violent cough.

"Besides, who asked you to tell me everything?"

"I..." Liang Xi was dazed by his words, and even stopped struggling. He looked at Lu Mingchuan in disbelief, his lips trembling, and repeated in a low voice, "Brother, you know...you know."

"Know what." Lu Mingchuan asked coldly, "Know that you like me?"

"So what if I like it, does it have anything to do with me winning today? You still think about these messy things on the field, you really don't deserve to win, every year."

You really don't deserve to win...

As time passed, Liang Xi recalled Lu Mingchuan's words again, and felt more and more that what he said made sense. There should not be so many other things to consider in the arena. Whoever can score is the final winner.But, even so, recalling Lu Mingchuan's indifferent expression when he said these words again, he still finds it hard to believe that this is a gesture that a 15-year-old boy can pose--he may be suitable for the arena in his bones, because of his cool nature.

At that time, Liang Xi was left by him in the empty dressing room, lying on the floor for a long time, staring at the incandescent lamp above his head, as if he wanted to see something from the dazzling white light.In that blank space without any ups and downs, Liang Xi knew that something was being pulled from his soul, and the youth's ignorant and passionate feelings were being discarded on the ground just like his body.

After being run over thousands of times, it becomes as useless as the blade that broke off in the last strike.

Lu Mingchuan stabbed very hard with his last sword, and the blade of the sword broke the moment the light was turned on.

Liang Xi curled up on the ground, feeling severe pain in the place where his chest was stabbed.