poor road [end times]

When we first met, Feng Lin was a sophomore in high school.

Yang Yiqin was originally an outgoing, generous, attractive personality, and handsome. Since playing basketball in Tonghuayuan Community became a habit, it didn’t take long for him to meet young people who often come to the basketball court and middle-aged and elderly people who often go for walks in the park. The person looks familiar.

The young Feng Lin appeared after he kept this habit for two weeks.

Yang Yiqin still remembers that at that time, he had just dunked a basket and was about to dribble and play a few laps before going home. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw a young boy staring straight at him, as if he was still there. A little angry, the eyes are full of vitality that grows arrogantly.

He didn't know why, thinking that the other party had found the wrong person, but he looked around him, and he was obviously the only one standing in this direction.

Feng Lin didn't speak, just looked at Yang Yiqin, with the word "dissatisfied" written all over his face.He was quite cute back then, he hadn't grown up yet, his height was only below Yang Yiqin's eyes, he looked a little thin, and he didn't know if he was eating well.

Yang Yiqin held the ball and looked at the opponent: "Excuse me, what can I do?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Lin still didn't say a word, his facial expression was tense, and he seemed even more angry.Later, Yang Yiqin got along with Feng Lin for a long time, and when he thought about it, he realized later that the other party's expression at that time was more like nervous and discouraged.

Yang Yiqin asked suspiciously, "Student?"

The young Feng Lin suddenly choked up, then pointed to the ball hoop behind Yang Yiqin, and said loudly, "This basketball hoop is my territory!"

Now, everyone on the basketball court was attracted by them.

Someone thought they were arguing, and came over to persuade them: "Young people, calm down, sit down and talk about any problems."

Yang Yiqin had a good temper. He first thanked the stranger who persuaded him to fight, saying that he and his brother had some conflicts, so they were playing around, so that the other party didn't have to worry.After the stranger left, he threw the basketball in his hand towards Feng Lin.

Feng Lin subconsciously caught it.

Yang Yiqin tilted his head and smiled. After exercising his muscles and bones, he bowed in a defensive posture: "Two rounds?"

Feng Lin held the ball and stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then started dribbling the ball and ran towards the basket.

"Snapped--"

However, in the blink of an eye, Yang Yiqin robbed him of the ball.

Yang Yiqin smiled brightly and brightly, and was not in a hurry to shoot. When Feng Lin reacted and started to block, he asked while dribbling: "Brother, let me ask you, did you buy the basketball hoop here?"

Feng Lin frowned, staring at the other party intently: "I didn't buy it."

Yang Yiqin dribbled the ball with a feint.

"Boom-"

The ball is in.

Yang Yiqin hugged the bounced ball, threw it to Feng Lin again, and bowed in defense: "Then how do you say it's your territory? Isn't that bad?"

This time Feng Lin didn't answer, his eyes were burning and he concentrated on dribbling the ball, looking very serious.

It's a pity that Yang Yiqin took the ball again.

"Don't want to say it?" Yang Yiqin hit the ball on the ground with a thud, "Forget it, boys of this age are easy to make enemies of the whole world. Youth is good, but you can't monopolize public resources. Are you right?"

Feng Lin pursed his lips, never admitting his mistakes.

Yang Yiqin was not angry, but smiled and said, "Even if you monopolize this place, you are still playing alone. How boring? How about fighting with me?"

After speaking, he dodged to avoid Feng Lin and scored a layup with one step.

Seeing this, Feng Lin frowned, and said as if swearing: "I will definitely win you."

"Okay, how about I return the basketball court to you if I win?" Yang Yiqin felt quite happy, and chatted with the hem of his shirt to wipe off his sweat, "It happens that I'm not in a hurry to go back to school, so I'll play with you for a while."

It was late spring that day, and the weather was a bit chilly in the afternoon, but both of them were wearing single clothes, sweating profusely after playing basketball all night.

Until the end, Feng Lin didn't win a few goals.

When leaving with the ball on his back, Yang Yiqin still felt guilty of bullying the children.

When Yang Yiqin was playing, he had no fixed position and could go wherever he was free, so after the tutoring class the next day, he found that yesterday's position had been taken by someone, so he went to play at the basketball hoop in the corner.He thought he would never meet yesterday's high school student again, but he didn't expect that the other party appeared again near dusk.

This time, instead of staring at the basket, he walked straight towards Yang Yiqin.

Feng Lin threw his schoolbag on the ground, his eyes were persistent: "I want to beat you."

Yang Yiqin smiled and threw the ball to the opponent.

After that, playing basketball seemed to be a tacit agreement unique to the two of them.

Yang Yiqin doesn't have tutoring lessons every day, but no matter what day he goes to the basketball court, Feng Lin will definitely come when get out of class is over in the evening.Feng Lin acts as if he has not passed the second term of middle school every day. He is withdrawn and can't speak. He easily offends people when he speaks. Yang Yiqin dubbed it "the state of the underage lone wolf with few words and few words".

However, his playing movements are very fierce, and his skills are improving day by day under the guidance of Yang Yiqin.

——Although I haven’t won once.

In this way, the two of them played basketball for several months, but they didn't even know each other's name, no one mentioned it, and they were just pure golf friends.

It's summer vacation soon.

Yang Yiqin has been independent since he was a child. He is not a particularly home-loving person. He works part-time for his hobby and does not plan to return to his hometown during the summer vacation.Two friends in the school also found summer jobs, but they didn't go home during the holidays. They heard that Yang Yiqin would play basketball after his part-time job ended. It happened that the place where they worked summer jobs was not far from the basketball court, so they said they wanted to play with him.

When Feng Lin came that day, he saw Yang Yiqin playing ball with his friends, smiling brightly.

So Feng Lin didn't take the initiative to walk over for the first time.

Seeing Feng Lin standing still, Yang Yiqin was a little strange, and walked over holding the ball: "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell today?"

Feng Lin shook his head: "No."

The words became less again.

"It's fine if you don't have one." Yang Yiqin said, "Just in time, my friend is here too, let's play a game together? It's just 2V2."

At this time, Yang Yiqin's friend also came over and asked, "Is this your friend?"

"Golf buddy." Yang Yiqin smiled, "You're pretty good, a kid, better than you all."

The friend jokingly echoed: "Then we can see and see!"

Yang Yiqin hammered the opponent's shoulder: "Haha, don't cry if you lose in a while." After speaking, he looked at Feng Lin, "How about it, come on?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Lin lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "You get along very well."

Yang Yiqin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "...Ah, how should I put it, aren't all friends like this?"

Feng Lin still didn't look up.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said very fast: "I won't call today."

Then he turned and ran away in a hurry.

Yang Yiqin didn't know why.

The other two friends wondered: "Did you offend someone?"

Yang Yiqin scratched his head, a little distressed: "...No?"

Unexpectedly, the next day, Feng Lin also brought two classmates.

He looked up at Yang Yiqin with a serious expression: "We are 3V3, I will definitely win."

"That's fine." Yang Yiqin smiled, "I thought you weren't going to play with me anymore, so you don't want to be on a team with college students?"

Feng Lin didn't speak.

With the participation of other players in the basketball competition, Yang Yiqin scored the most points.

The six of them played a lot of balls and became a little familiar, so they became a group.It was also at that time that Yang Yiqin and Feng Lin knew each other's name and contact information.

At the end of the summer vacation, Feng Lin was promoted to the third year of high school, and Yang Yiqin was promoted to the sophomore year.After his friend finished his summer job and stopped playing, Feng Lin never called his classmate again.

One day, Yang Yiqin suddenly asked Feng Lin: "Where are your classmates? Although my friends are not coming, you can still ask them to come and play together."

Who knew that Feng Lin asked in a muffled voice, "Do you want to play with them?"

Yang Yiqin was stunned: "That's not true."

His original intention was to let the other party communicate more with his classmates.

Playing with Feng Lin is definitely more enjoyable, the game is vigorous and quick to learn.

After that, the two of them didn't mention this matter again, until the end of that year, Feng Lin disappeared for a while.Yang Yiqin found him and learned that his grandfather was ill and was hospitalized. Feng's father and mother did not come to visit his grandfather, but he was the only one with him in the hospital.

Feng Lin said that it was because the will had been finalized and he had promised not to change it, so those adults were no longer willing to play family dramas.

Yang Yiqin felt a little distressed: No wonder he has such a personality, it seems that it is inseparable from his original family relationship.

After that, he would accompany Feng Lin to visit his grandfather every day.

It was also at that time that Yang Yiqin knew that only Grandpa Feng lived in Tonghuayuan Community, and Feng Lin lived with his father.Beginning this year, the old man's health was not good, Feng Lin would visit him every day after school.

And the basketball hoop where the dispute happened at the beginning, looking down from the balcony of Grandpa Feng's house, has the best and clearest view.

The old man's body can't blow the wind.

Grandpa Feng liked Yang Yiqin very much. He knew that he was his grandson's friend and had seen them play basketball together.

He smiled kindly and said, "I like watching you young people exercise the most. When I get better, I will go downstairs to cheer you on."

It's a pity he didn't make it through the winter that year.

In the spring of the second year, Yang Yiqin celebrated Feng Lin's birthday, just the two of them.

It was also that day, after blowing out the candles, Feng Lin confessed to Yang Yiqin for the first time.

"I like you."

"……I am a man."

"I know."

Yang Yiqin was slightly startled at first, but then patted Feng Lin on the shoulder with a complicated expression: "Is the college entrance examination approaching, and the pressure is too great?"

Feng Lin: "..."

The two looked at each other silently for a moment.

Yang Yiqin withdrew his hand: "... Seriously?"

Feng Lin nodded.

Yang Yiqin thought about it, and thought that the other party had too few friends, and when the grandfather who loved him the most died, he was the only one who was by his side, so he mistook companionship for liking—this kind of thing often happens during adolescence.

He asked earnestly, "What do you like about me?"

Feng Lin fell silent.

Yang Yiqin breathed a sigh of relief—it really was, because it was an illusion, so he couldn't answer.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Feng Lin said, "Only you can beat me in basketball."

Yang Yiqin: "..."

It's better to like professional players.

"It's normal to admire strong people. According to your logic, I also like strong people." Yang Yiqin joked with him, "Look, you can't beat me in basketball, and I'm not as tall as me...and I also learn martial arts So, by visual inspection, you can't beat me in a fight, does it mean that you are not my ideal type at all?"

Feng Lin didn't know if he understood, he just stared at his toes.

"Come on, eat the cake." Yang Yiqin said, "Right now you work hard for the college entrance examination, and when you get to college and meet more people, you won't feel like you like me."

From then until the college entrance examination, Feng Lin devoted himself to preparing for the exam, and never played basketball with Yang Yiqin again. The two only chatted on the phone occasionally.

When the college entrance examination was over and the two met to celebrate, Feng Lin was taller than Yang Yiqin who was 1.8 meters five.

Then he confessed again.

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After recovering from the memory, Yang Yiqin asked Wang Che in front of him: "By the way, there is a question I've always wanted to ask. Since you said you didn't know Feng Lin well in high school, why did you play basketball with him?"

That's right, one of the backups Feng Lin called that day was Wang Che.

Wang Che sharpened the blade of the arrow vigorously with a whetstone, and replied: "Because one day Feng Lin suddenly asked in class who was a good basketball player. I was confident at that time, and I volunteered that no one was better than me. He asked if he was interested in beating college students, and when I heard that, I became more excited, so I followed him to find Brother Yang and your place."

Yang Yiqin: "..."

What a dynamic high school student.

At this time, Feng Lin came over after washing the dishes, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Talk about basketball." Yang Yiqin walked to the terrace, pointed to the basketball court where zombies wandered around at some point, and said with a smile, "Look, I miss the time when there were only people and no zombies."

Feng Lin looked down.

He remembered the first time he met Yang Yiqin.

The opponent's body line is lean and smooth, running and dunking alone, his movements are both clean and explosive, as powerful as a flamboyant snow leopard.Every time he hit a good ball and drew applause and applause from others, he would lift up the hem of his shirt to wipe his sweat, then waved to the applauding people, smiling brightly and heartily.

It's so eye-catching.

Feng Lin had never seen such a person before.

That may be the existence that he wants to be but can't be, so that the emotions of resistance and yearning are born in his heart at the same time, strong and contradictory.

He warned with thorns all over his body, but the other party easily resolved it, and invited him to play without any malice, and he would always be firmly ahead of him.At the beginning, he only thought that he was unwilling to admit defeat, but later the meeting between the two became an unspoken tacit understanding.

So unknowingly, the contradiction has long since disappeared, leaving only the strong yearning.

"I miss it very much."

Feng Lin said softly.

The author has something to say:

At the beginning, the opportunity I met for the first time I just wanted to write it down, but once I wrote it, I couldn’t stop it orz

Yang Yiqin, you heart arsonist!