Swimmer of Rebirth

Liu Yang's eyes lit up in an instant, his face was smiling like a flower, and the corners of his mouth were grinning almost behind his ears. He looked like Tsinghua University, Peking University, Oxford and Harvard's admission invitations were all placed in front of him for you to pick.

Yao Ye endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back and pinched the bun's face.

Mei Meng was pinched awake, and Liu Yang Beier tilted him sadly, climbed onto the railing in twos and outs and dropped his shoulder joint.

Dropping the shoulder joint is a difficult task. The body is bent outwards, the arms are turned backwards, and the palms of the hands are held down on the railing. Once the feet are loosened, the whole person is suspended in the air, because the shoulder joint is twisted and strenuous, and ordinary people cannot bear this kind of pain. pain.

But this is what Liu Yang ate. When he was 9 years old, he just arrived at the city sports school. The instructor stood in front of them with a stopwatch in his hand, staring at a group of children crying and screaming pitifully with a heart of stone. It was only when he got time that he put the person down. After so many years, from the severe pain to being able to bear it, Liu Yang instead regarded this kind of exercise as an alternative exercise method during exercise and rest.

Really, he felt the pain too, he just got used to it.

"Hey, how long can you hang for?"

Yao Ye's voice came from the top of his head, muffled and a little hoarse. Seeing that his feet were also hanging in the air, Liu Yang wanted to look up, but he couldn't turn his neck so he gave up. He stared at the corner of the ground. Chu Qiang didn't speak, the pain from the shoulder seemed to be squeezed from every nerve and blood vessel to the heart, which was uncomfortable.

"Oh, look at your little arm as thin as a hemp stick."

A voice came from the top of his head again, Liu Yang thought about the pain and felt uncomfortable, so he simply talked about whether he had a match or not, and he was completely distracted.

"I'm called lean. How long can the coach hang?"

"I don't know, I haven't practiced like this for a while, and my body is not as soft as before, don't mention it, it's really fucking uncomfortable."

"I'm going to train my muscles when I grow up. I also know that after swimming, besides body flexibility, strength is needed. It's better to guide Wang."

"Director Wang?"

"Do you think I'm in a hurry to change my career now?"

There was no reply for a long time, Liu Yang estimated that the other party was frowning and scratching his head, and reminded: "It's just for synchronized swimming."

Yao Ye laughed twice, then let out another breath and suppressed the laughter abruptly.

Liu Yang's face was hot from the smile, and he said with reluctance: "What? It's strange for me to have such a thought? Others Director Wang's subordinates are all young girls who are slick and lingering. Maybe when I go, there will be a bunch of people fighting for it. Swim with me for two."

"It's not strange, it's not strange, haha..."

The railing was trembling slightly from Yao Ye's smile, Liu Yang saw his foot stepped back on the railing again, and then stretched out a big hand to the top of his head and rubbed it a few times, his shoulder was so hard that it hurt, Liu Yang was about to run With one sentence, he retracted his hand again.

"I said, student Liu Yang, I guess you went to the swimming pool to see the girls in the synchronized swimming team?"

"Don't talk nonsense. It's not like you don't know how hard I train. Besides, if you practice to death, you don't have time to watch how others practice." Liu Yang paused and added, "At most it's training. It's just an eye-catcher when it's over."

Although Yao Ye didn't laugh out loud, Liu Yang could still feel the railing shaking. It's boring to think about it. Joking with someone like him is like having a generation gap. When I get older, I say that my actual age is more than ten years older than him. If he is younger, his real age is 5~6 years younger than him, and coupled with his status as a coach, he is afraid to say anything.

Thinking of this, Liu Yang asked him, "Coach, how old are you?"

"18."

"So young? You haven't read yet?"

"..."

Yao Ye didn't speak. After waiting for a while, Liu Yang couldn't help but asked again, "The national team really let you go?"

Yao Ye jumped off the railing, rubbed his head, and said with a smile on his face, "Why are you asking so much? The rest time is over, roll me down for training." After speaking, he turned and left.

Liu Yang responded, hooked his feet back, hung on the railing with one hand, gasped, stared at Yao Ye's back, and jumped down.

Coincidentally, at the time when classmate Liu Yang was hanged, he was dizzy and thinking about other things, so one foot stepped into the pit so gorgeously.

The ankle was so tilted, and the heart-pounding pain came into his mind, half of the scream was just howled out, and the second half was blocked because his buttocks fell to the ground and his head hit the railing.

In the middle of the night, in the big empty and dark house, the screams were like throwing a handful of rice into a flock of hungry and fainted chickens, creating chaos.

Ye Shuwen and Li Yipeng immediately stood up and looked this way after hearing the cry. Wang Yaxin was even more agitated. He squatted halfway, and was softened to the ground by Liu Yang's howling voice, and rushed over rolling and crawling. Of course , the first to arrive was Yao Ye who had just taken two steps.

Yao Ye squatted down and frowned at him, "What's wrong?"

Liu Yang pressed his feet with one hand and covered his head with the other hand. He curled up into a ball and didn't answer for a long time.

Yao Ye pulled him, but instead of pulling him away, he wrapped him even tighter.

Putting his hand on his ankle, pressing gently with the other hand, his voice softened a bit, "Are you crooked?" Seeing that Liu Yang didn't make a sound, Yao Ye put the other hand on his head again, "Bumped your head?"

After rubbing her hands a few times, with the help of the light, you can see the line where the little face clenched her teeth, and the blood color on the round and small ears, the crimson translucent blood color.

Yao Ye pinched his ear, it was so hot that it was hot to the touch, but it was soft and lively with a slight beating feeling, as if being swept by a small electric current with a hint of horror.

A low-pitched laugh emerged from the depths of his throat, and he put his hands away from his ears on the cold railing, slowly rubbing his thumbs on it, and he said: "The head is very hard, and you knocked out a hole here. Small pit."

Liu Yang raised his head and stared at him fiercely, with tears in his eyes, the background color turned pink, the rippling lake water shone with phosphorescence, his small mouth was tightly pursed into a small ruddy line, and the two gorgeous plateau reds appeared shocking.

Yao Ye's face was tense and serious.

Through the tears, Liu Yang couldn't see anything clearly, everything was shaking hazily, as if the person squatting in front of him was also slightly distorted.

Vigorously wiped away the tears that were about to be full, took a deep breath and then let it out, obviously feeling that the breath was not stable and trembling slightly.

The three in the dormitory had already gathered around, huddled together, far away from Yao Ye with Liu Yang as the boundary.

Yao Ye has been trying his best to make himself appear amiable during the two days of extra training, but seeing their perfunctory training cooperation, he can't help but feel terrible. Looking at himself and arranging so many inhuman training content, he can only touch it. Hold your nose like you can't see anything.

When Liu Yang was still dizzy, Ye Shuwen asked if he wanted to take him to see a doctor. Liu Yang shook his head and stood up while leaning on the railing. Halfway through he was held up by someone, and he turned to see Yao Ye. In the next second, the other half was also erected, and Ye Shuwen looked at him nervously with black and white eyes.

He glanced around with hazy eyes, looked at the worried and frowned brows on the three small faces, and felt that the air adhering to the body surface was slightly cool, and the feet seemed to be less painful.

With a smile on the corner of Liu Yang's mouth, his head touched Ye Shuwen's head lightly, stained with each other's sweat, but it was even more unforgettable than the collision just now.

This is enough, really, to have teammates who care about themselves so much, to be happy together when we are happy, to cry together when we are sad, to taste the pain of injury and the joy of victory together, to weave each other's lives with sweat, and after many years, When everyone is getting old, open the box of dusty memories, which is full of happy life.

Master Yao is not authentic.

Very dishonest.

This is where you have a deep taste of the meaning of the word brother, and there is a small telegram chattering non-stop.

Liu Yang squinted at him dissatisfied.

Young Master Yao's gaze unconsciously shifted from his face to the back of his head and then to the iron rod, and burst out laughing instantly.

Classmate Liu Yang followed his gaze and saw a sunken bump mark, and immediately felt the pain in the back of his head and flustered.

Wang Yaxin fiddled with his hair and yelled, "Ah, Liu Yang, you have a bag on your head, it's a big bag!!"

Liu Yang stared at him fiercely, "You only have bags on your head, and you have bags all over your body."

Everyone laughed.

Yao Xiaoye held on to the railing and couldn't straighten up.

Speaking of which, scolding is scolding, and it was Wang Yaxin who carried him back when he went back.

Liu Yang lay on his back and felt that this man was so innocent and cute. After knowing that he had said something wrong, he apologized sincerely, not to mention that he directly resisted himself and ran back.

On a hot day, you can clearly feel his sweat through the layers of clothes, and you can hear the sound of panting from the nose and mouth in your ears. He ran all the way to the team doctor without slowing down. He could clearly see from the window that the lights were turned off and no one was there, but the door still knocked.

Liu Yang leaned against the wall with half of his body and Ye Shuwen's arms with the other. The four people in the darkness silently watched the noisy and quiet little ghost in front of them. They knew that he was doing stupid things, but they didn't want to speak.

Liu Yang felt that this kind of scenery seemed to be beautifully outlined stroke by stroke with an ink brush.

The sky is like ink, the bright silver moon hangs high in the sky, the twinkling stars merge into a galaxy jade belt, the warm wind blows through the sweat-stained clothes, and the coolness comes out, surrounded by his teammates and coaches, The noise in the ear is comparable to a beautiful movement, how refreshing it is.

He carefully wrote down the sound, put it into the drawing paper, then neatly folded it in half and then folded it into a small square, opened the memory box and gently put it in.

Wang Yaxin was dragged away by Yao Ye. Liu Yang saw the mist in his black and white eyes, as if he was the one who hurt him.

Reckless, Liu Yang's eyes stopped on his gauze-removed head, and he panicked.

Wang Yaxin continued to carry people back to the dormitory, not letting anyone in, and whoever robbed him would be anxious with whomever he was. On the way, he said inexplicably, "Liu Yang, do you think we are brothers and sisters?" It's so light, it seems that it will disappear if it is blown by the wind.

Liu Yang chuckled, nodded his head heavily, thinking that he couldn't see, and replied close to his ear, "It's brother."

Wang Yaxin smiled silly.

It was the first time for Yao Ye to enter their dormitory. The dormitory was a bit messy, and the floor was fairly clean. The towels on the small bed were twisted a few times and curled up in a circle at the foot of the bed. The pillow covers and the like were not unknown. The destination is to be pressed by pillows, a typical little boy's dormitory.

Sweeping his gaze all the way, he stopped at a small bed by the window. The light-yellow towels were neatly folded into a small square and placed on the pillow. The sheets were so flat that they seemed to have been deliberately pulled over by his master without a single fold.

Naturally, Yao Ye glanced at Liu Yang.

The children realized it later, staring at their own bed and Yao Ye's face with small eyes, only to feel that his face was hot.

Ye Shuwen and Li Yipeng woke up, jumped onto their own bed and folded the quilt.

Because Wang Yaxin was carrying Liu Yang behind his back, it was difficult for him to move, so he stood awkwardly at the door and was secretly timid. Liu Yang poked him in the back and asked him to let him down.

It is estimated that Wang Yaxin was holding on to the consciousness of breaking the jar, but holding back all his energy, carried him on the bed, and then obediently stood aside.

Yao Ye found a stool and sat down, tapped his fingers on the table, waited for a while, saw that everyone had cleaned up, and coughed, "Be careful with Liu Yang tonight, if you vomit Just help clean it up, pour a glass of water and let it dry, so that people don’t drink water in the middle of the night when they are thirsty, and they have to support everything when they get up at night.”

"The coach doesn't need it. I don't have a serious foot injury. I think I'll be fine after a night of rest, but my head needs to see a doctor tomorrow." Liu Yang smiled back at him pretending to be okay.

Yao Ye glared at him, "You hurt one foot, not two feet, so you don't know how to go to the toilet by yourself?? I'm afraid you'll faint in the middle of the night, and you don't know what to do. What."

Liu Yang knew that Yao Ye was worried that he would have a concussion, and that he would knock the iron out of a hole, no matter what he thought, he wouldn't just pack a bag, so he didn't say a word and let him talk.

It's a pity that Young Master Yao only wanted to explain so much. After finishing speaking, he got up and walked out. When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something. He turned around and ordered, "If you don't feel well tomorrow morning, ask your Director Zhao for leave. Don't be desperate."

Liu Yang nodded obediently.

As soon as the door on this side was closed, the three people on the other side breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Ye Shuwen lay on the bed looking at him, his small face wrinkled together, "Hey, Yang, does your head hurt?"

Liu Yang touched the back of his head and pressed it on the big bag, his face twitched, and he nodded.

"Call me if you feel bad at night."

"kindness."

Li Yipeng also followed suit.

Wang Yaxin saw that he had nothing to do to go out, but Liu Yang grabbed the corner of his clothes. He looked over in surprise, and Liu Yang hesitated to speak, and finally spit out the word thank you.

Wang Yaxin patted his chest and said: "You are welcome to work hard, I have strong legs and your small body can't hold me down."

Liu Yang nodded with a smile, his gaze was gentle, like emerald lake water rippling, slightly damp.

Wang Yaxin only felt that the hair on his back exploded and his face became hot, and he shivered and ran around.

Personal pain, if not for my own head injury today, how would I experience the true meaning of these four characters.

He wanted to ask, does his head still hurt?

He will answer, it doesn’t hurt, it’s gone long ago.

Fortunately you are Wang Yaxin, fortunately...