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Meng Wenjun walked a long way alone in the cold wind.

The air was still cold, driving everyone on the street to hurry and wrap their coats tightly.

The sky was gradually getting dark, and it contrasted nicely with the white snow on the ground, and there were a few street corners that were still lit with lights of various colors, which made the already quiet night even more silent.

The heavy snow was still falling, and judging by the momentum, it was getting bigger and bigger, and it was falling more and more urgently.

The knuckles of Meng Wenjun's hands exposed outside the cuffs were red with cold, and the blood on the palms seemed to be frozen by the icy air. The skin was scratched for some reason, and the blood coagulated at the opening, but he didn't feel it at all. less than pain.

Snowflakes fell on his hair, hit his skin, and covered his scarf. Some of them would melt, while others hung firmly on his body, forming a thin layer.

The strength of the legs has gradually become weak, but Meng Wenjun doesn't know where to go now.

His rationality told him that he should indeed go to a warm place to rest, but looking around, he couldn't find any place. The lights from the closed doors and windows of the shops beside the street made him feel even colder.

Just keep going.

Keep going, don't know where you will go, but at least it is warmer than staying in place.

"Meng'er...?" In the distance, a figure looked at Meng Wenjun's direction, hesitating.

He took two quick steps, and only when he saw Meng Wenjun's face clearly did he strode up to him and shouted excitedly, "Meng'er! Why are you!"

Meng Wenjun walked forward with his head down, almost bumping into the person who suddenly jumped in front of him.

A pair of tan basketball shoes.

Meng Wenjun slowly raised his eyes and found that it was Yang Kangyu.

"What a coincidence." There were two or three tremors in her tone.

Yang Kangyu naturally raised his hand to brush the snow particles from Meng Wenjun's hair, and then patted the layer of snow that fell on his shoulder: "It's snowing so much, why are you walking here alone? I remember your home It's far away from here, what's the matter with you?"

Meng Wenjun took two breaths of white mist: "Just walk around."

Yang Kangyu put his warm palm on Meng Wenjun's face. "Just walk around? Your face is so cold."

He was also surprised, this time Meng Wenjun surprisingly did not dodge, allowing the body temperature of the two to neutralize each other alternately.

It was too cold.

The rare warmth in this long cold.

Meng Wenjun felt the temperature coming from Yang Kangyu's fingertips, intertwined with the chill spreading from the soles of his feet, and his body shivered involuntarily.

Yang Kangyu caught a glimpse of Meng Wenjun's expression, and whispered in his heart: "He doesn't seem very happy."

He looked around and took Meng Wenjun's hand involuntarily: "Let's go, let's go to a warm place first and drink some hot water, at least to keep warm."

Meng Wenjun wanted to break free from his hand, but he had no strength left.The whole body is stiff.

"Your hands are so cold." Yang Kangyu walked in front, as if talking to himself.

Meng Wenjun raised his eyes and saw that the surrounding lights were feasting and feasting, but it was still desolate.

Extraordinarily desolate.

He guessed in his heart, Yang Kangyu would pull him to which shop with the cold light shining?

For a long time, the two stood in a very dilapidated alley.

Surrounded by residential buildings that have experienced wind and frost.

In a narrow alley, the small shops on both sides of the road are tightly stuck together like teeth. There are no gorgeous signboards, so any shop can be any shop, and there are large groups of mist spraying out from many windows .

The central area is deserted, but here is full of voices.

The tables and chairs inside the shop were full of people, many of them had to sit under the shed outside the shop, wearing thick cotton clothes, still very comfortable.

After walking for a while, Yang Kangyu chose a small shop with particularly prosperous business, and led Meng Wenjun into a plastic tent just at the door, with a few light bulbs hanging inside. Outside, the temperature is not as cold as on the street.

Meng Wenjun sat at the other end of the small table, opposite Yang Kangyu, steaming into his hands.

Yang Kangyu picked up the kettle, poured a cup of hot water for Meng Wenjun, and pushed it in front of him: "Drink some, it's warm."

Meng Wenjun took it: "Thank you."

Yang Kangyu waved his hand, with a nonchalant expression: "What's the matter, thank you and me!"

Although the hands and feet are still cold, they are much better.

"You seldom come to such a place, do you?"

"What?" Meng Wenjun asked knowingly.

Yang Kangyu scratched his scalp in embarrassment, and hesitated: "Uh, this is such a small shop."

Meng Wenjun laughed: "What's wrong with this store?"

"It's a bit worn out, a bit out of the way, and the exterior decoration is a bit ugly, but really, the whole street sells delicious food!"

Meng Wenjun covered the white porcelain cup with both hands: "When you were young, you often took me and Arlene and ran out secretly, did you forget?"

This question made Yang Kangyu stunned: "When I was a child?"

The aunt of the small shop came to the table of the two of them and asked what they wanted.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Yang Kangyu asked Meng Wenjun.

"can."

Yang Kangyu turned to his aunt and said, "It's still the same as before, please trouble auntie."

"Okay." The old aunt looked at Yang Kangyu with a kind smile on her face.

After the aunt left, Meng Wenjun looked at the surrounding layout, and finally his eyes fell on Yang Kangyu's face, and he smiled: "I've been here before, I remember."

Yang Kangyu didn't remember.

The mind is blank.

"Really?" He even asked repeatedly.

Auntie took a copper pot and placed it on the stove between the two of them, and turned on the fire for them. The water in the copper pot began to stir, together with the spices in the pot.

"I don't remember." Meng Wenjun lowered his eyebrows and looked at the ripples on the water in the glass. "When I was young, I only stayed with Arlene, and I only met my brother occasionally."

Yang Kangyu looked at the loneliness in Meng Wenjun's eyes, and suddenly felt sad: "I'm sorry."

Hearing Yang Kangyu's solemn apology, Meng Wenjun was stunned.

Suddenly startled in my heart, I quickly reflected on myself: "What am I doing?"

Then, he raised his head again, with a pure smile: "Why don't you go home tonight?"

This question was in his heart, he sighed and said: "I feel depressed."

"what happened?"

Yang Kangyu groped the wall of the cup with his thumb, staring blankly at the movement of his fingers, looking thoughtful: "We are going to select for the team, for the city and province."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Yang Kangyu waved to his aunt and ordered two bottles of beer.

He opened the bottle neatly and swallowed directly to his mouth.

"It's so cold." Meng Wenjun said.

Yang Kangyu put the wine bottle on the table and murmured, "Choose only one person."

"With your strength, there must be no problem."

Yang Kangyu raised his eyes: "I'm not worried about this."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm worried about the little wolf."

Meng Wenjun suddenly understood Yang Kangyu's struggle.

Yes, such good friends, friends who are like brothers, but they have to fight each other for the only one spot.

Meng Wenjun picked up the unopened bottle of beer beside Yang Kangyu's table, touched the cap off the bottle himself, and filled the glass.

Yang Kangyu looked at Meng Wenjun and laughed: "You drink too?"

"Why not?" Meng Wenjun also smiled.

Yang Kangyu raised the wine bottle in his hand and placed it on the bottom of the boiling pot: "Come, touch one."

"it is good."

The wine bottle and the porcelain cup collided together, making a nice crisp sound.

Yang Kangyu raised the wine bottle and drank it down in one gulp, out of the sorrow in his heart.

Vegetables and meat were also placed on carts and brought up.

"Auntie, please have two more bottles."

Yang Kangyu uncapped two bottles of wine one after another, swallowed another bottle of wine in silence, and already had a hazy layer of drunkenness.

He asked Meng Wenjun: "You said, why do you always have to fight?"

The wine bottle on Meng Wenjun's side was half left, and he was a little overwhelmed, and his head gradually began to sink.

This feeling is unexpectedly carefree.

He swallowed again: "It's always been like this."

"Your life is going well, and you have a bright future. What are you going to fight for?"

Meng Wenjun's face was slightly red, and he glanced at Yang Kangyu: "How do you know that I am famous before and after?"

Yang Kangyu leaned forward and smiled teasingly: "Why? Isn't it like this, my big monitor? I'm just your deskmate. I can't count the little girls who have passed the information I want you to contact."

Meng Wenjun picked up a vegetable leaf: "Did you give it?"

Yang Kangyu looked back, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes: "If you want."

"It's not necessary."

Suddenly, Yang Kangyu's cell phone rang, he took it out from his pocket, pressed mute, and put it back on the table.

"What? No answer?"

Yang Kangyu lowered his head, looked at the two palms resting on his thighs, and said heavily, "It's Little Wolf."

After a while, Yang Kangyu's phone screen dimmed again.

"If they are really good friends, then both of them should understand."

"It's not the same thing." Yang Kangyu lifted another bottle and swallowed a big mouthful.

"Do you know how difficult it is for Little Wolf? His family conditions are not very good, he has dyslexia, let alone his grades in cultural subjects. Since he started playing basketball, their family has wanted him to drop out of school and work to help the family. If it weren't for us The coach is optimistic about him, knowing that he is already on the front line.

He himself knew that it was not easy, he worked harder and harder than others every day, he practiced from morning to night, and he also practiced for himself. If he worked so hard, his future would be his own, and he had to rely on his own blood and tears to earn it. "

Yang Kangyu's eyes were two or three points drunk.

"Don't you also work from morning to night? It's not that you don't work harder than him."

"Playing basketball is what I like to do, it is my dream," Yang Kangyu paused, "But we are different, even if I don't play basketball, I can still live a good life, he is different."

Meng Wenjun delivered another piece of meat to his mouth: "You lost the last game, did you really lose?"

Yang Kangyu was shocked: "How do you know?"

Meng Wenjun said lightly: "I have seen the video, you acted too deliberately."

Swallowing his drink again, Yang Kangyu said painfully: "I can't help it, I can't let the team selection result be decided in that game."

"So you let everyone lose."

Yang Kangyu looked at the boiling bubbles in the copper pot, and the water vapor continued to rise: "Meng'er, tell me, why do you always have to fight? It's the same with Arlene, and it's the same with Xiaolang. Why are you always forced to fight?" , being forced to win or lose?"

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