My parents were very young at that time.
I have four brothers around me. We have a good relationship. We go to school together, play basketball together, bully people on the road together, and fight together at school.
I didn't have a girl I liked at that time. All the money was used to buy spicy crispy noodles, and then I tried to collect the star cards inside.
At that time, TV was small and there were few programs. It's hard to watch an NBA game. The Lakers traded Kobe Bryant, who has begun to take shape. Iverson is in his prime, and many people imitate his head. At that time, we liked basketball, dribbling badly, but shooting seriously.
Surprisingly, all five of us have our own idols, and they are different. I decided separately when I was in junior high school.
It is Lao Wu who likes Kobe. When he retired, Lao Wu was 2 1 year old and worked in a hotel in Shaoxing. That day, he sent a circle of friends, I didn't see it clearly. I only remember that it was Kobe's No.8 jersey, reflecting that in 2002, the last year of the Lakers' three consecutive championships, Kobe won the championship. Five of us saved money for a month and pooled our money to buy this jersey. Because the fifth is the youngest, we put it at his place, and then the five of us take turns to wear it. Each of us can only wear it for one week. At that time, I was still in primary school, and I had not decided on my idol, so we all liked Kobe. It's been more than ten years, and the jersey is broken, and it's still in the fifth place. At that time, we had no money, and Kobe was our most expensive memory.
In junior high school, Lao Si was thin and liked the beauty of the Timberwolves. His idol became Garnett. Beating your chest is always our nightmare. At that time, I could clearly see his elbow, and it was easy to prevent him.
The third child is not tall, but he has always been in good health. Because he met Anthony inexplicably, he also had his own idol. Playing ball is more like fighting. I am usually far away from him.
The second child should be the most like me, with good steps. Yao Ming began to like McGrady when he was still playing in the NBA. The action is very fancy, like spinning in place. On the court, he is always not reassuring, unscrupulous pull rod layup, frequently outside the three-point line while the iron is hot. I know him so well that I know every step.
As their boss, I am quite good except for my bad temper. I like Iverson. Besides playing ball, I prefer his tattoo and hairstyle. At that time, I always had a dream to get a black tattoo on my body, a cool one.
At that time, I saw all these clearly, and I took them as everything.
Then the whole junior high school, under the impression, parents are working outside, and most of the time they play with them. Except for the two girls I like, there is no one else in the memory of those three years.
On the day when the five of us were still drinking soda after playing ball, just after midsummer, the evening breeze blew through the stadium, and the camphor leaves were still green, and the weather was very comfortable. I happened to see her when people came and went in the distance. She is tall, long-legged, with a ponytail and an innocent face. I don't know whether it is young and precocious or the courage that the boss should have. For the first time, I think this girl is very beautiful and has big breasts. So the first love letter is longer than the novel. Although it all means the same thing, it still feels great. When I asked Brother Wu to give it to her, I told them that there would be an answer within half a day. But in fact, it took a week to receive her two sentences, "Who are you? I am very busy! "
Therefore, for a whole year in junior high school, I was busy saving this face. As a newcomer, I don't understand love, let alone girls' minds. Even if I look at her, I don't know what it is.
At that time, I saw all this clearly. I know she doesn't like me. The five of us still play ball every day, and then they will spend a lot of time telling me when and how to do it.
However, after trying many times, I realized that they really don't understand anything. Because, for a few people who only like Kobe, Garnett, Anthony and McGrady, love seems too far away from them. For myself, it may be the same result.
So, I gave up completely. When I was in the second grade, I began to like another girl.
When I met her, it was still snowing and everything was white. After eating ten bags of crispy noodles, I finally collected Iverson's star card. I carefully put all those in my pocket, and the snow fell on my forehead, cold. To celebrate this great day, I bought a bag of spicy strips for each of them and treated them on the snow field.
At that time, she was standing in the corridor of the classroom, shouting at us desperately. It snowed heavily and we didn't hear anything. It was not until later when we stood in the same position and made a penalty stand that we knew that the class teacher was going to collect the homework, but we all forgot. She is the class representative and wants to remind us. It is also because of this that I suddenly found out that she is an excellent girl with short hair and baby face. In fact, she was not beautiful at that time, but she had a good figure, was tall and had obvious breasts. I like it very much.
This is the second time I have made up my mind to write a love letter to a girl. In fact, I don't know if I liked her at that time, but I want to see her every day. It's good to talk to her.
Perhaps because of this, the love letter is not long, and it is not as excited and enthusiastic as the first time. I describe this love as insipid. In the words of the second child, it's like a cup of boiling water spilled on a book. When it's dry, there's no trace and no meaning. This is their unanimous view, which is not the same as when playing ball, and it is not aggressive at all.
I'm sorry to hear these emotional idiots. In a trance, I suddenly felt that I was dozens of years older than them. Otherwise, they may never understand my love.
But in fact. It was this confession that made her decide to give me a chance. Maybe we didn't quite understand what this meant to each other at that time. She and I will talk more and walk more every day. I can see her face clearly, but I still can't see her breasts. Is this my love? They don't understand, and I gradually don't understand.
So, in my third year, my relationship with her went back to the beginning.
The five of us still play the most time. The weather is colder than before. Spring came late this year, and many things happened this year.
For a long time, the five of us only talked about basketball, NBA, all-star game, breakthrough, surpassing others, and occasionally joked about my love, but it was only a dream after all, and it was fleeting.
But this year, all the voices about growth, further education and the future, like intensive bombing, rang in our ears day and night. There is a lot of homework and frequent exams. Without physical education class, we seldom go to the stadium. The five of us got the first taste of life. Time passed quickly, and we didn't find our heads jumping a lot. We are all surprised that even the chin of the fifth man has begun to grow a beard.
We began to believe that, more or less, everyone will grow up, but even so, when the fifth man chose to commit suicide, we were caught off guard.
We never knew that he would choose this way to declare his love. The girl is a transfer student in the next class. We have never seen her except himself.
I don't know why, I got up late that day and felt dizzy, as if I had planted a tree on my head and was tottering.
That day, the fifth person went to school first, and there was no one there. In the classroom, he drinks milk to fight pesticides. When I found him later, he was foaming at the mouth. It is the second brother who takes Brother Wu to the hospital. The car had just left when I arrived. Hospitals in the county don't accept the fifth one. They said it was too late. Finally, he was sent to a big hospital in the province for gastric lavage and blood transfusion. After more than 20 hours of rescue, they managed to save the fifth place.
The school was shocked, and everyone was talking about the fifth year, study pressure and emotional problems. It seems that the old five is terminally ill.
However, we have never seen the fifth change.
Not when he plays ball. He still likes to play singles on his back. He is always better than other subjects, and all kinds of unreasonable shooting. He plays well in every game.
Not at dinner. He still doesn't eat Chili or fish, and he likes baby dishes.
He didn't go out for a walk on weekends either. He is still embarrassed to whistle with girls, and his white shirt is still spotless, always buttoned.
As usual, we went to school together, played ball games, talked about everything, and were lawless.
It's just that from beginning to end, we didn't see the girl, and she didn't appear once when our fifth brother was recovering from illness.
The late spring of this year has passed, and it is only half a summer before graduation. The fifth girl didn't come back and didn't like her. When the weather is fine, we are reading. The second child doesn't like math, only reads Chinese. The third child's English is poor, and he grasps words every day. The fourth child is very clever and begins to read comics.
For a moment, I didn't know what had happened in my life. I didn't see anything in our most difficult days.
It's midsummer again. This year, we are exhausted. The old five didn't continue to come with us, the four of us continued to study in high school, and the old five chose the distance.
The day he left, we went to the railway station for the first time. The huge platform is cold and lonely. We watched the fifth man get on the train. When he left, he told us that he had forgotten his great deeds. We must continue to like basketball, Garnett, Anthony, McGrady and Iverson.
I'm sixteen years old this year, and when I look at the back of the train, I suddenly feel that everything is blurred.
This year, I began to be nearsighted. My left eye is 300 degrees, so is my right eye.
This year, I have no other memories, and the world and I began to fall behind 300 degrees.
At the end of summer, the four of us started high school life. We are not in a middle school because of the exam. Old four and I went to the middle school in the county. Old four is very clever. In the best class, I am a gangster, barely up to standard, and I can only stay in the ordinary class, but I can take care of my fourth child when I fight. The third child can only stay in our original middle school because of his grades, and the second child has many choices. In the end, he stayed where he was with his third child.
In this way, the five of us stayed in different places, and the days seemed to start again. When we entered school, summer had just passed and the weather was still very hot.
Old four has their entrance ceremony, which is solemn in the best class. From a distance, there are people everywhere, so I can't see anything clearly. I can only listen attentively to the voice of the old four and applaud him desperately.
300 degrees, only enough to see people within 5 meters, new classes, new classmates, coming face to face, always admit their mistakes when greeting. The seats are in the penultimate row. This is our first time here. There was no welcoming ceremony. We are just ordinary classes, ordinary students.
There are many teachers, one for each course, but I don't know any of them. I can only see people from a distance. Listening to their voices, I can also get a general understanding of the content of their lectures, so in my freshman year, my grades were not up to standard, just average.
This year, I played several games for my class and never lost, but I never played with my fourth son for a whole year. He is in the best class. At first, after school, I would go to him and wait at the door. It usually takes half an hour to finish two sets of papers and listen to a paragraph of listening. When he came out, Old Four was different every day, with short hair and blurred face.
He said he was too busy to play ball. I couldn't see his face clearly when he said this. He is far away from me, standing at the door with his class written on it. I can't see clearly either. But I know that Old Four is very clever. He must be the best in the class.
In the summer vacation of my freshman year, I went back to play ball on the former basketball court with my second and third children. Old four didn't come back because he had to make up lessons. It was very hot, and we all took off our shirts. The second one had many scars on his chest. His dry pull and jump shot are more and more like McGrady. The third one is still digging in with his feet, because he has gained a lot of weight, so it is much more difficult to prevent it than before.
Because I didn't see the basket clearly, I was more and more hesitant to shoot. There are no simple goals, sporadic breakthroughs, and no attacks.
"You know, boss, you are suddenly as soft as a persimmon today. Iverson's moves are not like this. " The second child threw another ball, the knife fell off and the ball went into the net.
The sun shone with sweat, looked at the shadow on the ground, and suddenly felt that everything that had changed seemed to be back here today. The sea receded, the mountains rose, the stones went back to build houses little by little, and the camphor trees grew taller again. When the old five came back by train, the old four still lamented.
I don't know how to answer his words. Seeing that he and his third son still have a tacit understanding on the court, I know this is the best result.
But I still have nothing. That year, Anthony and Iverson were partners in the Nuggets, and I played alone in high school that year.
Old four had his life, so I stopped looking for him. In my whole high school career, I only loved one girl.
I can't see her clearly, but I like that feeling. Ambiguity is beautiful.
"Since I can't see clearly, why don't I get a pair of glasses?" This is what she often asks me to do, but I have no choice.
Let's have dinner together and send her back after school. I remember the way to her house. Even if I can't see the intersection clearly, I know where to turn left.
The whole sophomore year seems to be lost in a huge forest. I can't extricate myself from that feeling of confusion.
That year, the fifth man finally chose to stay in Shaoxing and work as a chef in a hotel. I went there once, but I didn't have the courage to look for him. Perhaps, several of us represent all his youth. For him, we are all memories, and it is impossible to stay in the past.
That year, the second child got into a fight with someone and injured someone, and was sentenced to five years. In fact, that day, I still couldn't see clearly. I don't know how serious the scar on his chest is, and I don't know that he will be like this in the future.
Only the third one stayed in our old middle school. I don't know if he will regret that Anthony hasn't won the championship, but I still remember his attack on the inside.
After the summer vacation, I have less and less contact with my third child. I'm still lost in the jungle all day, just me and that girl. I have never met such a girl before, brave, stubborn and presumptuous. I can feel her ferocity. I know that what I can't bear is always love. It's so beautiful and destructive. She has a lot of things that I can't see clearly in any case.
I live in the forest, but I have never seen a tiger, a wolf or a lion, so I told myself that I don't need to be afraid. I can do anything just by imagining that I am a bear.
However, in the last year of high school, my mother suddenly chose to come back to accompany me. She hopes that I can study hard and be admitted to the university. I know, this is the road I can't choose. I can't see clearly. My mother has a lot of white hair on her forehead, but I can hear her voice, her footsteps and her breathing when she goes upstairs. I know my mother is really old.
The fifth is cooking every day, and the third is studying hard. I finally chose to leave the forest, abandon the bear's body and start looking for a way out. Old four, still outstanding, unparalleled, without colorful mushrooms, his life is made at sunrise and stopped at sunset.
For a whole year, I stayed with my mother, studying at school during the day and coming back to eat her cooking at night. This is the first time I have completely left the lives of the four of them. Calm and peaceful, my mother told me that as long as I work hard for a period of time, everything will have a new beginning.
That night, there were many stars. When I looked up, I could see a faint light. They staggered in my eyes, shed a lot of tears and fell to the ground.
I didn't play any games that year.
I didn't watch an NBA game that year.
That year, Iverson announced his retirement in Philadelphia.
That year, Hot Water defeated the Spurs 4-3 and won the championship.
That year, I graduated from high school ...
Old four, finally admitted to a famous university, completely away from us. When he left, the university car came to pick him up. This is very ostentatious. He is always excellent.
Third, I got two books, which are not bad. When I left, I put him on the train, just like when I left. The platform is bare and the train is far away, so I can't see anything clearly.
Just me, nothing. It's a pity to have my mother with me for such a long year. Finally, everything was like a dream, and everyone woke up except me.
That year, I couldn't see whether my mother's face was tears or calm.
That year, I knew that the world was different from when I was a child.
That year, I was unhappy, and finally I was 300 degrees away from the world.