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Zhang Cheng lifted the ball to the highest point, but was kicked out of bounds by Tao Xihong.Gao Xun blew his whistle in dissatisfaction, signaling the players on both sides to pause first.

"Tao Xihong," he called and criticized unceremoniously, "there are three days before the game, do you know what you are playing?"

Tao Xihong wiped the sweat from the corner of his eyes: "The angle of the ball just now was wrong."

"Are you still looking for a reason? Zhang Cheng's setter is not good, you go to the national team to play." Gao Xun hit his head with the scoreboard, "Come with me after this game."

Tao Xihong turned around and rolled his eyes on the ground, holding back his grievances and dared not speak out.

After the training match was over, Gao Xun took him to the office.

"The old injury hasn't recurred recently, has it?"

Tao Xihong shook his head.Seeing this, Gao Xun criticized him with a straight face: "Xiao Tao, this is a matter related to the honor of the whole team. Even if you are broken in love today, you will try your best to compete tomorrow, understand?"

"..." It's true which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.Tao Xihong clicked his tongue impatiently, panicking in his heart.

"I blame the setter for my poor form. This is lowering the morale of the whole team. If you do it again, I will immediately replace you from the starting lineup."

Hearing him threaten himself, Tao Xihong reluctantly apologized: "I will not play negatively."

"To be honest, I have always thought that your ability can play professional games. If you can lead the school team to the national semi-finals, you might be selected by the youth training team." It’s something that requires a sense of faith, and I hope you can think it through this year’s league.”

"Understood, thank you Coach Gao." Without further words, he put on his clothes and turned to leave.

The evening wind in March brought some warmth, drying the sweat on his face little by little.Tao Xihong walked back from the gymnasium, passed the coffee shop, and stopped at the door.

The glass is one-way, and it looks like a brown reflection from the outside.He stood at the door for a while, pushed the door and walked in, but there was no familiar figure on the seat by the window.

Tao Xihong rubbed his eyes and felt that the eye sockets were sore and swollen, as if he was allergic to catkins.

He wanted to hear Xu Jiangtong's voice before the game.It's been five days since the last fight, and it's time to calm down.

Tao Xihong took out his mobile phone and called Xu Jiangtong.He answered quickly and seemed in no hurry.

"Are you free now?" Tao Xihong asked cautiously.

Xu Jiangtong had just communicated with the exhibition designer on the placement of the sculptures and the light and shadow effects. After returning home, he took a shower and was sitting on the sofa eating fruit.

"Available." He fed Tela a blueberry, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm going to compete in three days..." Tao Xihong muttered aggrievedly.

"Are you nervous? Or do you feel unhappy because I can't come to see you?"

"I just want to hear your voice."

Xu Jiangtong saw Tela wagging his tail lying on his lap, and inexplicably had a sticky vision of Tao Xihong hugging him.

Because Sun Ran framed him first, the report did not cause a big storm in the school.The two deliberately avoided suspicion for several days, and suddenly they heard a voice, and their emotions immediately surged.

Xu Jiangtong patted Tela's head and said angrily, "You say you are a child, but you still don't admit it."

Hearing the smile in his tone, Tao Xihong's eyes lit up immediately, and he joked, "It's okay to be young, as long as the place should be big."

Xu Jiangtong's ears burned when he heard it: "Nonsense."

After a month of no normal communication, Tao Xihong held back his words, looked around, turned and walked to the playground: "Let's play video, the surroundings are safe."

"Okay." Xu Jiangtong agreed to his invitation.

After half a minute, the two connected through the video.Xu Jiangtong had just taken a shower, and his shoulder-length brown hair was half-dried and draped softly on his shoulders.The top button of the pajamas was unbuttoned, and the collarbone interlaced in the shadow of fair skin and clothes.It is like a natural oil painting from the hands of a master.

The first time Tao Xihong saw the dialog box, his brain started to get confused.

Xu Jiangtong took a sip of the juice gracefully, and put the glass back on the coffee table: "Little Tao, this is not the first time you have participated in the qualifiers. In my heart, you are the one who leads the whole team to play the national anthem on the podium , I will definitely be by your side at that time."

He always speaks with restraint and restraint, but also just right.The wind in the playground was mixed with the smell of sweat, which made people's noses itch.Tao Xihong sniffled, using the cover of the night to not expose his red eye sockets.

His teacher Xiao Jiang is so nice, yet he still loses his temper at him, deliberately ignoring him.Tao Xihong wanted to make up for him when he was done with work.

At the end of the phone call, the relationship between the two finally eased.Tao Xihong worked hard to prepare for the competition, and Xu Jiangtong also devoted himself to the weekend sculpture exhibition.

As the dark horse of the last competition, Xu Jiangtong is undoubtedly the focus of the media.On the opening day, there was an endless stream of visitors from the art museum, whether they had studied sculpture or not, everyone wanted to see the visual feast brought by world-renowned artists.

Xu Jiangtong rarely wore a formal suit, tied up his hair, and introduced his creative process in front of the camera.

This time he prepared a total of two works for the exhibition. Needless to say, "Goddess of Spring" is his best clay figure sculpture.The wide sleeves covered the girl's unfortunately missing right arm. She nodded slightly, watching the butterflies resting on the lace of the cuffs.The girl's expression is portrayed vividly, and Xu Jiangtong also used plaster to knead the tulle-like texture of the coat, which can be described as a subtle show of skill.

Another sculpture is a work that he has completed for a long time but has not been publicly displayed.Xu Jiangtong cut tinfoil, aluminum foil and other materials into pieces, fixed them with steel wires, and glued them into hollow glass spheres little by little. Finally, he filled the spheres with a special transparent liquid to seal them up.

Viewed from the front, the skeleton of steel wires is patchwork, like tall buildings rising from the ground in a city.

But with the lighting rendering, when looking down from a high place, the tin foil reflects bright brilliance, echoing the shadow of the steel, and with the help of the natural spherical composition of the glass, the field of vision is expanded, just like the gorgeous neon in the perspective of aerial photography at night .

In one ball, the weather is myriad.

Xu Jiangtong said that the inspiration for this work came from his first night in Jingzhou.When the plane was about to land, he opened the sunshade of the porthole and overlooked the whole city.

This is the seventh year he has been wandering away from home. At ten o'clock in the evening, Jingzhou is as bright as daytime, bustling and busy.But for him, it was just a transit point for several night flights, and he had no sense of belonging.

Feeling nostalgic for a while, Xu Jiangtong took a picture of the porthole and started working on this work.

Later, he met Tao Xihong.This boy who clings to people like a big dog and tries every means to play ball with him and make him happy gradually gives him a reason to stay.

So Xu Jiangtong made another pair of hands out of plaster to hold the crystal ball.As for who the owner of these hands is, I'm afraid it's a little secret that belongs to him alone.

"Mr. Xu, I heard that this is the last time you used traditional methods to make large-scale portrait sculptures?" the reporter asked suddenly.

"Yes," Xu Jiangtong smiled lightly, looking firmly at the camera, "I have always believed that science is the means to promote the progress of art. Since someone studies the past, someone should create the future. Isn't it?"

The last sentence is not only his life's creed, but also to someone in front of the screen.

I hope he can hear it, Xu Jiangtong thought.

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I have been busy with my internship these days, so I am a little slower. I am really touched to see so many messages.I wish the senior high school students the best of luck in the college entrance examination! !