Ideal place

In an abandoned stadium on the outskirts of the city, several hooligans formed a team to play against a group of social youths.The referee held up the basketball, the tall men of the two teams took off and attacked, and the game was in full swing.

Tong Zhiyou sat in the stands watching the battle, his phone was turned on and off, and he never waited for Wen Ran's reply.Compared to the disrespect shown by the other party, be it anger or hatred, in the end, he was still strongly wrapped by the loneliness of abandonment, and he was so uncomfortable that he was about to go crazy.

"Brother, you haven't been in the right shape lately, have you lost your relationship?" Huang Mao, the center forward, twirled the basketball with his fingertips, panting, "Come on, give me a break, and don't think about anything else once you get on the court."

Putting away the phone, Tong Zhiyou stood up without much energy, caught the ball from the opponent, and stepped down the steps step by step.

Just as he was moving towards the field, there was a hooligan whistle in the crowd. Tong Zhiyou raised his head in a daze, looked through the blocking net, and saw a tall woman walking through the wild forest, striding towards them .

"Damn, it's the type I like." Huang Mao eagerly took two steps forward, and saw that figure appearing at the entrance of the basketball court. Xiao Xue cast his gaze over, and asked coldly, "Who is Tong Zhiyou."

"Fuck!" The gangsters immediately blew their hair, "punched and kicked" Tong Zhiyou for a moment, and asked in a hurry, "You fucking eat both men and women? Why do you always stick good-looking ones on you?"

Tong Zhiyou and Xiao Xue looked at each other for a few seconds, slowly sifted through the memories in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he had once bumped into this woman and had an intimate relationship with Wen Ran.

There were dead trees and weeds criss-crossing everywhere outside the stadium. Tong Zhiyou leaned on the motorcycle and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Xiao Xue's eyes were full of sizing and scrutiny, mixed with a little hostility.With the cold wind blowing on her face, she pinned the broken hair by her ears, and the metal earrings were dyed blood red by the setting sun: "The warmth is gone."

Catching the flash of hurt on Tong Zhiyou's face, Xiao Xue lowered her eyelids regretfully, and handed him the gift box in her hand: "This is a gift that Wen Ran asked me to buy for you."

Taking it over with a gloomy expression, the square box, Tong Zhiyou opened the lid impatiently and eagerly, and stopped suddenly.

It was a brand new basketball with an envelope pressed on it, and the words "Tong Zhiyou" were neatly written.

Feeling a sense of uneasiness for no reason, Tong Zhiyou immediately took out the letter paper and unfolded it. There was only a short line of text inside.

Before he could digest it, Xiao Xue turned around and left. Tong Zhiyou hurriedly put the gift on the motorcycle, followed her closely and asked, "Where did Wen Ran go?"

Xiao Xue didn't answer, but kept walking towards the way she came, wrapped in her coat.

"If he wants to leave Pennsylvania, I can accompany him. No matter where he is going, I have no problem." Tong Zhiyou confided incoherently, "Please tell me his whereabouts, I am so tired of not being able to find him." I really can't live without warmth from his feeling."

Xiao Xue turned a deaf ear, as if the wind was blowing under her feet, she silently looked ahead.

"Hello!" Stepping into the deserted forest, Tong Zhiyou pushed aside the dry branches beside him, and said in an unhappy tone, "I'm asking you something."

"Hey!!" Exhausted of patience, Tong Zhiyou rudely grabbed Xiao Xue's wrist, exerted brute force to pull her body towards him, and said with tearing eyes, "I'm fucking asking you..."

What bumped into Tong Zhiyou's vision was a pair of red eyes.

The surrounding wind was blowing, bitingly cold, and the afterglow in the sky was being swallowed by the night.Xiao Xue broke free from Tong Zhiyou's shackles, put her hand between the two, kept a distance from him, and said, "Don't let Wen Ran down."

Watching the back of Xiao Xue leaving, Tong Zhiyou stood in the withered and desolate deep forest, a faint sound came to his ears, it was the movement of the wind blowing the letter paper.

He lowered his head, touched Wen Ran's handwriting with his fingertips, and silently recited the words he wrote to himself over and over again, suddenly feeling sad, like a child abandoned by his parents, he opened his mouth and burst into tears.

"Little Dye—"

-Jiyou, feel free to do what you like.

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