[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

Drowsy, day and night life.After becoming conscious, the most common thing I heard was the lullaby from my mother.The gentle and clean sound like bath bubbles surrounds me.

I don’t know when, but one day, the newly grown brain started to work, and my consciousness was blurred, but I gradually recovered my memory in such warmth and comfort. A new life.

It was about the 15th week. With my father's daily greetings across my belly, "Good morning, baby", I began to feel the warm sunlight.

It is also the father's different voice, although I don't know if it is because of the belly and amniotic fluid, but it sounds different from that one.

In the 19th week, my parents went for a pregnancy test again, and I accompanied them to listen to the results of the pregnancy test.The doctor said that the baby will start to move more actively during this period.So they both expected my response like any other idiot parent.

Although I was a little overwhelmed, when I heard them calling me, I still tried to raise my hand and lightly touch my mother's belly.Hands sometimes get tangled up around the umbilical cord - I guess that's the umbilical cord.I was terrified that I would accidentally be the first baby to commit suicide by tearing the umbilical cord.

It wasn't until I actually checked into the newborn box in the hospital that I felt the reality of being born into the world.

When I was able to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was a pair of emerald green eyes full of tenderness. Such beautiful eyes reminded me of the characters in "Harry Potter" constructed with such beautiful words as "love"—— Lily Potter.

Unlike that magical world, this is indeed an ordinary world.I lived a very ordinary baby period under the care of my parents.

Even though I was groggy for more time, I still tried my best to use my limited energy to slowly explore and understand my new family.

My mother, Kumi Tsukimiyama, seems to be a popular novelist, and she picked up the pen again not long after I was born.It may also be because I am unusually well-behaved, she is enough to write quietly.People like editors often come to visit at home, and the most compliments I hear about me are "beautiful" and "well-behaved".

At times like this, she always proudly agrees to other people's compliments, and incidentally explained that although I am very good, she still needs to pay more attention to me, which is why she delayed the manuscript.

Because the body is still very fragile, I almost sleep for a long time.When I woke up, I didn't want to disturb my parents' work by crying, unless it was the hunger in my stomach and the urging of the heavy and sticky diapers.

For a mature soul, changing a diaper is indeed a shameful experience.But after a long time, it becomes numb to get used to it.

You don't need a brain at all, just go over all the hurdles while lying down.

Such days of not having to think about life and enjoying the tiredness of time once made me forget the depression in my previous life.

When I open my eyes, my mother often stays by the side of my baby's cradle, wearing exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, writing one jumping text after another.

She often turns to look at me after she writes a paragraph, fine dust is floating in the air in the afternoon, and her emerald green eyes are outlined by the sunlight like the moving brilliance of Lake Styria.

The mother and daughter looked at each other quietly for a while, and I fell into a coma again, and time seemed to be frozen in all the beautiful moments.

My father, Yuejian Shanfeng, was very busy, and he didn't know what he was doing to offend others. When he came back every day, he always smiled and panted, sharing today's escape journey with his mother.

Later I found out that he is a reporter from the International Sports News, because he is too good at writing and too daring to write, he is well-known internationally and has a lot of black fans.These crazy sports fans are outraged by his honest coverage of someone or something, clamoring on the Internet to teach him a lesson.

This also led to my father's daily life like an escape game.I also had the fear of being chased, and I often sweated for his adventures on a certain day.But even if he suffers this time, he will stick to his neck and continue his attack next time.

Such an "integrity" offending father protects the family very well, which may be the reason why grandparents agreed to marry their excellent daughter to this workaholic.

Compared with my native Japanese father, my mother, who is as beautiful as the daughter of the sea in fairy tales, is a mixed race as I imagined.The other half of her blood comes from romantic Italy.

Those eyes that made me addicted come from my grandfather, the Italian man who lived his life as romantic as poetry.

The acquaintance of parents also benefited from grandparents.At that time, the father, who was just an unknown little reporter, chased her for a long time to interview the grandmother of the retired gymnast. While the grandfather stared, he unconsciously began to appreciate this persistent young man.

The father, who finally got the interview opportunity, stepped into the Italian-style villa for the first time, but was attracted by the mother watering the flowers.

Later, their love story was written by the mother into her story with joyful words.

I have to say that I was born in a family written by love.

As I grow older, I gradually can't remember the appearance of my parents in my previous life. I don't know if they had a sincere and passionate love back then, and I don't know if they also expected my birth and growth in the same way.

Sometimes I am also afraid, whether the loving and sweet parents will suddenly start arguing one day, and then the mother's eyes will start to cry day after day.In the end, I became my previous self again.

My family obviously cares more about my mood than I do.It may be the experience of two lifetimes that made me really unable to be as noisy as other children. After the doctor clearly replied that it was not autism, they were relieved and talked to me more frequently.

The tolerance of the Japanese for children is doubled. When my grandparents came to visit me, they were always cautious.Two university professors who were born in a scholarly family also once squatted next to me without any image, trying to make faces to make me laugh.

While I was in the black line, I vaguely understood how my father's overly lively character was developed.

In order to live up to their expectations, and in a way to preserve this warm family atmosphere, I responded as positively as possible to them.

Old children like grandpa and grandpa would even quarrel over whether "it is better to learn Go" or "better to learn chess".When grandma leisurely suggested that "it's good to learn tea ceremony and flower arranging", grandma would join in the fun and play videos of her competitions back then to help her theory of "learning gymnastics is good".

For this, the father and the mother had two big heads. One of them was an outside reporter who was rebellious from a scholarly family, and the other was a dead house writer with stiff limbs and inattentive hands and feet. They really couldn't give any effective advice.

So they imitated Hua Guo, and when I was one year old, they performed a Zhou Zhou ceremony in a decent way.

The father who traveled north and south collected small objects from all walks of life, which almost covered the floor.I moved with difficulty under the gaze of six people and twelve eyes.

I don't want to hurt the old man's heart. Anyway, if I have time and energy, I might as well be satisfied. Thinking back to those days when they were noisy, I bit the bullet and started looking.It is also the courage given by God that made me, who had never even tried a few games of backgammon in my previous life, dare to grab the Go and Chess boards.

The gymnastics ribbons and gymnastics suits put by my grandmother took up half of the country, and I couldn’t ignore them; my grandmother silently pushed the tea set and vase towards me... My parents, who usually protect me from the wind and rain, are standing helplessly in the corner, looking like they are about to go bankrupt expression.

I managed to grope for all the objects, and the hair on my forehead was soaked by the excess exercise. My mother came over and tried to pick me up after finishing work, and kicked the objects that were safely in the corner when I moved.

The yellow-green ball slowly rolled towards me in the eyes of everyone.

How should I describe my mood at the moment, seeing this familiar ball, tears seem to be one step ahead of the brain.

After all, this is tennis that I have been chasing for almost my whole life!It is the only jumping bright color in my short and bad life.

"Does Suzu like this? It's tennis balls."

The father, who had recently displayed a boundless tennis fanaticism, tried to squeeze his way through the pile of objects, kicking another object along with it.

The small camera model drew an arc in the air and landed firmly on my calf, and soon the skin turned red.

The pain has awakened certain memories in me.Everyone gathered around worriedly, I shook my head, and looked down at these two things in silence.

What I loved, what I dreaded, was brought back into my life in this moment.

Do you want to face it?

Go ahead.

When I first came into contact with tennis, my tennis teacher told me that tennis is not an easy sport. It is very difficult for girls to run back and forth with a heavy tennis racket.

Back then, I said in my mouth: "I will never give up."

In my memory, the teacher seemed to look at my parents who accompanied me outside the tennis court, and said an ambiguous reply: "I hope you have the courage to start all over again at any time."

This sentence once became my motto - although I didn't understand it when I was young, I didn't have the courage to start over when I understood it later.

The second time I heard this sentence was when the filming of the new movie had just ended, and reporters from all walks of life asked tricky questions at the press conference. Only the director patted me on the shoulder and stood up to reply: "I hope everyone can She has the same courage to start all over again."

At that moment, I almost wanted to collapse, to turn my back and escape.

Because the real me has no courage, I have been living under the push of others, and even the things I like have become like bitter medicine in the end.

I was reborn like this, and opportunities were placed before my eyes again.

Although I don't have the answer yet, I think I have the courage now.

[Go and try it out, you've already started a new life! ]

Thinking like this, I stretched out my hand and pressed it on top of the tennis ball and the camera.

The author has something to say:

Lingmei likes tennis and acting.

I like tennis because of instinct, but I like acting because acting is someone else's life, which can get rid of her original bad life.

But tennis has brought Lingmei a whole body of illnesses, and the camera spotlight has brought Lingmei mental pain.

So these two are both her love and her fear.