[Black Basket] Drawing Heart Diary

It's the end of summer again.

The sun was scorching the earth wantonly, and there was a faint sound of cicadas singing from outside the window.

Chi Xiliang was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning on the window sill with a depressed expression.From another angle, it can be clearly seen that from ten centimeters below Chi Xiliang's knees, there is nothing.

A few months earlier, she had been in a car accident on her way to a ballet competition.

Although the ambulance arrived quickly at that time, after the doctor's diagnosis, her legs were squeezed too much, resulting in tissue necrosis.

She didn't know exactly how, but she only knew that her legs were just gone.

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Chi Xiliang likes dancing very much, and dancing slowly to the music always gives her a pleasant feeling.Among the many dances, her favorite is ballet.

From an early age, her father let her learn piano and ballet.

At first, she was tired of practicing this day after day.After all, what children love most is playing.

But later, she gradually fell in love with them.Even if you stay in the room all day to practice, you won't feel bored.

These two things, as if accommodated into her life, are no longer inseparable.

Under the teacher's arrangement, she went to participate in many competitions.Although not everyone can win the first prize, there are also second and third prizes.

Because of this, Chi Xiliang has gradually gained some fame, and when participating in the competition, more media will come to visit.

Because it has been a long time, she has also forgotten the nicknames those people gave her.What I only remember is that when she was forced to amputate after a car accident, there were reports about her one after another.

Since then, she has been depressed.No matter how many doctors her father hired to help her diagnose and treat her, she received psychological treatment.It is also difficult for her to get out of these shadows.

And ballet was also deeply abandoned by her in the depths of her memory, and she never wanted to think about it again.

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"Shushasha..." The tip of the pen scratched across the paper, making a rustling sound.

The girl stopped writing from time to time to wipe the sweat from the tip of her nose, and then continued to concentrate on drawing.

"Liangjiang, is the drawing finished?" Momoi Wuyue walked to the girl's side, looking at the black and white figure on the paper in the girl's hand.

The girl is Chi Xiliang, who was invited by the News Department to be a columnist because of her superb painting skills.And because of her good relationship with Akashi Seijuro, she occasionally goes to the basketball club to collect information.

But this time, what she wants to draw is the people who are in the mock competition.Because they are in a game and they move every second, it is not easy to capture the best moment and draw it on paper.

Chi Xiliang had already torn up many pieces of paper, because she was not satisfied with the paintings on them.I always feel that the passion and blood of basketball have not been put on paper.

And sometimes, she drew the main generals with that feeling, but other people...

All in all, the painting is not successful enough, and it needs to start all over again.

"Mayue, move me there." Chi Xiliang stopped, bit the nib of the pen, and after looking around the field, he finally decided to change to another place for painting.

Momoi Wuyue responded, and pushed Chixiliang to another corner of the arena with a wheelchair.

>TO BE CONTINUED