[Zhang Jike] Unexpected

Zhang Jike knows his own state. The 16 Rio Olympics may be the last Olympic Games he can compete in.

The back injury was too serious, and even "tossing and turning" every night was a luxury for him. Both the team members and Qin Moyi were well aware of this situation.But Zhang Jike himself still pretended to be indifferent, joking and joking with them, deceiving himself and others like stealing the bell.

On the day of the expedition, Qin Moyi changed his hairstyle and went to see off the first national table tennis team.

After greeting the familiar team members, this group of lovely people took the initiative to leave space for the two of them.

Zhang Jike stroked her short hair curiously, "Why do you suddenly want to cut your hair?"

"Cut it short for easy care." Qin Mo raised his head slightly, revealing delicate makeup, "And there will be an interview in a few days, short hair can make me appear more capable."

The implication of the girl's words is self-evident, she will not accompany this Olympic Games.

It's okay not to go.

Zhang Jike rubbed it for a moment, then withdrew his hand, looked the girl up and down noncommittally, and concluded, "We have really grown up one by one." The facial features opened up, and his appearance became more beautiful, which made his heart throb even more.

Somehow hearing the exclamation in his tone, Qin Mo moved his gaze away from the corner of the plaster that was protruding from the man's collar, and joked nonchalantly, "Brother Ke, are you feeling inferior? After all, I haven't graduated from college yet, and some People are already running and standing, never to return.”

"Inferiority? It is impossible for such self-deprecating words to appear in brother's dictionary."

The girl's eyes were not secretive. Zhang Jike took her shoulders and led them out, "Don't worry, Guoping doesn't eat human blood buns. As long as you can still play, it means your boyfriend can continue to fight." He simply said , I just wanted to take my physical condition away.

It's you I'm worried about.

The man whose mind is full of glory for the country is not trying to be brave, but desperate.

As long as he thought about the suffering he would suffer on the field, Qin Mo couldn't stop his heart from throbbing, "Brother, take it easy."

The girl's voice was earnest, and Zhang Jike pursed his lips, not daring to make any promises.

When he didn't get a reply, Qin Mo stopped and looked straight at him, refusing to move forward.

The four eyes met, and she could clearly see the tangle in the man's eyes.

Although she knew that nothing would change in the future, she still tried to force the other party to take a stand.

In the end, it's just paralyzing oneself.

After a long silence, Zhang Jike raised his hand again, slowly slid down the top of the girl's hair, and said in a deep voice, "I will try my best."

It is the dream of all athletes to stand on the Olympic podium wearing a bright red national flag and witness the compatriots of the motherland stand up and sing the national anthem together.

And this dream is endless, it is the year of fighting.

His own journey is about to come to an end. Looking back at the past, the road has been bumpy and prosperous. Although he understands the truth of "passing the torch from generation to generation, life goes on forever", Zhang Jike can't convince himself not to compete with the younger generation for the final glory.

Both left and right are going to retire with scars and scars, why not fight hard and use the Olympic gold medal to reward yourself for years of hard work before you are unknown?

Knowing that the man has made up his mind, since he couldn't persuade him, Qin Mo withdrew from the warm arms, and solemnly said: "Brother is brave to fly, sister will always be with you!"

The original dignified atmosphere was broken by her, Zhang Jike smiled, pinched the girl's taut little face, with a touch of pampering, "Okay ~ my good sister."

The heat from the fingertips and the girl's obviously turning red face made Zhang Jike's heart itch so badly, he looked around for a while, then lowered his head and sucked the rouge lips that he was thinking about.

The relaxed mood remained until he boarded the bus.

When the team members saw that he had only come up now, they were still smiling and booing one after another.

After finally getting rid of the "enthusiastic" players, Zhang Jike found a seat and looked out the window subconsciously.

In the crowd who saw him off, he could find his girl at a glance, and the reluctance in his heart gradually flooded. He raised his hand and waved to the girl through the car window.

In the distance, Qin Mo responded with a tireless smile.

She just stood there quietly, whether Zhang Jike looked at it or not, she stood there from beginning to end, waiting silently.

This situation seems to confirm the sentence in the poem, "Suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place."

I may be wrong.

In just a moment, Zhang Jike suddenly realized this problem.

Perhaps, the girl's feelings for him are much deeper than he expected.

The buses drove out of Qin Moyi's field of vision one after another, and she felt that her heart was empty, as if she followed the man and ran away from home.

This time, she is not going to watch the game live.

Qin Moyi didn't have the courage, let alone the heart to witness the man's embarrassed posture and precarious figure on the court.

She pinned her hopes on the rush of job hunting.

All track, start again step by step.

Later, someone commented on Zhang Jike in Rio:

Congenital lumbar fracture, ankle fracture, a full 11 stitches closed, the waist is almost broken.

Ji Ke of the Rio Olympics went with the determination to die on the field.

At this moment, the doubt that Zhang Jike's golden period as an athlete was only a short three or four years seemed to be answered silently.

That's what he sacrificed his life for, a brilliant resume.