[Xianliu] Suiwanyantian

Chapter 4

I was awakened by a commotion, and heard from the fat man next to me that Xiangzhong's No. 8 fouled four times and might have to be replaced.Xiandao was completely awake, he saw Rukawa warming up.

"What's the score?"

"60:82, Central Hunan is out of action."

"Not necessarily," Xiandao pointed at Rukawa, "Rukawa is coming!"

The red No. 8 was fiercely saying something to the coach of Xiangzhong.

"The substitute?" Fatty seemed to have never heard of this name before, "Is it very strong?"

Xiandao wanted to nod, remembering that he had never seen Rukawa play, so he kept silent.

"Eh? Not changing again? What kind of plane?" The fat man scolded.

Red 8 returns to the court, shouts some words of encouragement to his teammates, and the game continues.

Rukawa sat back on the bench again, with his hands on the edge of the chair, as if he was watching the game.

He wanted to get closer to see Rukawa's expression, but he didn't move. As far as he could see, the boy wearing red No. 11 kept the same posture until the end of the game and Xiangzhong lost them. A crucial battle to move on in the league.

The crowd dispersed, and the staff turned off most of the incandescent lights in the venue, and finally there was only one left, like a lonely star in the middle of the night.Xiandao walked down the spiral staircase, he saw the red number 11 standing in the center of the court, holding a basketball, he looked up at the basket, behind him was a long shadow.

He's just a substitute.

"Rukawa."

Number 11 suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

"Rukawa, it's okay—you have other opportunities."

No. 11 lowered his head and twirled the ball in his hand, then suddenly pointed to the basket, "I can make a shot."

He froze for a moment, then smiled, "Of course you can."

"You don't believe me." The boy stared at him.

"I believe it."

The boy suddenly angrily smashed the ball to the ground. The loud sound seemed to hit the center of a heart. He stretched out his hand to press the rebounding ball, and ran with that power. He was very fast. The basketball was between his palm and the ground. Flying in between, he seemed to be riding the wind, and then he jumped up, and there was a force that lifted him so high, he was like a straight line, and he smashed the basketball into the hoop.Shocks echoed through the ceiling, and he landed back, gasping, the light hitting his eyes.

"I can, but you don't believe me."

The wronged child stood in the middle of the darkness, glistening like a single tear.

Xiandao suddenly felt that he knew everything about him. He was 16 years old, silent, he loved basketball, but he was only a substitute, he was still afraid of being suspended, and he was rare every chance to play.He always wants to fly, like a bird with open wings, he is not afraid of failure, he can be frustrated, he wants to fly even once, but he always has no sky.

Xiandao walked over, he hugged the boy.

The boy's body froze for a moment, Xiandao felt that he buried his head on his shoulder, he was trying not to cry, but finally he couldn't restrain it, his shoulder twitched violently, Xiandao tried his best to fix him in his arms Li, the shoulders were wet, but there was no sound, the boy was so stubborn even crying.

"Can I go out?"

Xiandao asked Rukawa.

"Are your eyes still red?"

"What does it matter if you are red?" Xiandao stroked his hair, "You are a child, it is normal for a child to cry."

The two walked out of the gymnasium, and the sun was shining outside.The cleaners swept out a pile of fruit peels and confetti from the gymnasium, and took them away with a large cart. Not far away were a few weeping willows, and the cicadas were singing.

Rukawa lowered his head and walked forward.

"What are you looking at, Rukawa?"

"shadow."

"An important discovery?"

"It's long on the inside, but short on the outside." Rukawa turned his head and pointed to the gymnasium.

"Well, a major discovery," Xiandao laughed, "it can be on the headlines of the evening newspaper."

Rukawa stepped heavily on the shadow of Immortal Dao.

Xiandao saw him smiling.

[four]

There was a bamboo basket at the gate of Ruchuan's house, which contained lotus root coal and a few pieces of sparse charcoal, and a pair of tongs was placed beside it.

When Xiandao stood there ringing the doorbell for the first time, he found that the doorbell was broken, so he had to knock on the door.

After a while, someone came to open the door. Rukawa was shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants. He was covered in sweat, looking at Xiandao, a little surprised.

Xiandao patrolled in the afternoon, and many people gathered by the Shinan River. This river was the former moat, five or six meters wide, and the water was not deep. The river bed was covered with stones on both sides.It turned out that someone fell into the river, a child of seven or eight years old, standing in the middle of the river, the water was just waist high, with some plastic lunch boxes and rotten sneakers floating around him, the water was black, and the child was crying loudly.The stench wafted from the river, which made people frightened. No one in Xiandao would want to go down, so he gritted his teeth and had to go down the river to get the child ashore, and then rushed back to the bureau to change clothes with the smell all over his body.It wasn't until he walked to the door of the house after get off work that he realized that the key was gone, and he might have lost it in the river.

Xiandao's parents went to the house of Aunt Xiandao in the neighboring city in the past two days, and he couldn't enter the house without a key.

"I just stepped in the water, and there was a dead mouse on my left foot, and a dead dog on my right foot," Xiandao entered the room, describing his situation to Rukawa, "I took a shower in the bureau, and I will return later. I have to borrow your bathroom to wash again."

"exaggerate."

"real."

Rukawa said, "You sit on the sofa, and I'm doing exercises."

On the floor in the center of the living room of Rukawa’s house, there were a few sofa cushions, two dumbbells beside them, and a tensioner, and a half-eaten watermelon with a steel spoon stuck in it.Near the bedroom door, a rubber band was tied between two chairs.

Rukawa started doing push-ups on the ground.

The sun had not yet set, and the window of the living room faced south. It was a bit hot for Xiandao to sit on the sofa, and he saw Rukawa's sweat dripping down on the floor.

Rukawa suddenly stopped, "I forgot, the sofa cushion," he gestured to spread the sofa cushion on the sofa.

Xiandao shook his head quickly, "It's okay, it's okay, there is no need to cushion it, it's warm."

"Then do you want a pear?"

"Need not."

"apple?"

"It's okay, you exercise yours, don't talk to me."

Rukawa looked at him hesitantly before continuing to exercise.

Neither of them spoke, and the heat in the air was expanding, gradually creating a different atmosphere.

After practicing push-ups, Rukawa lifted the dumbbells for a long time, and finally stopped wiping his sweat.

"You are serious, you practice every day?"

Rukawa put the dumbbells in the corner and nodded, "Say I'm not physically strong."

"Your coach?"

"Well, are you blowing on the electric fan?"

"Ah?" Xiandao had already seen the old-fashioned table fan next to the sofa, "Okay, but you have to wait for the sweat to dry for a while."

Rukawa went to the electric fan and fiddled with it for a while, the electric fan made a creaking sound, but it didn't turn.

"broken."

"The quality of things is not good now."

"I have bought it for many years."

"That's the end of life."

"I broke it."

"Oh?"

Rukawa pointed to the stretched rubber bands of the two chairs on one side, "I tripped over the rope while practicing jumping ability, and tripped over the electric fan."

Xiandao was taken aback, he was still wondering if Rukawa still danced rubber bands, "How can you practice like this, it's okay if the electric fan breaks, but what if someone breaks?"

Rukawa kicked the sofa cushion on the floor, "It's on it."

"Where does that work? It's too small—at least two meters long and one meter wide."

Rukawa walked to the ground and picked up the watermelon, seeing Xiandao looking at him, a little embarrassed, "You either?"

"Okay."

Rukawa knelt down in front of Xiandao, hugged the watermelon to his chest, "I've bitten half of it," he handed the spoon to Xiandao, "you eat it from here."

Xiandao saw Rukawa's eyelashes flapping one by one, and his chest was a little hot, so he took the spoon.

"I ate half of it."

"I know," Xiandao swallowed the juice, scooped up another piece of watermelon, "Open your mouth, Rukawa."

"what?"

"Open your mouth."

Rukawa opened his mouth, Xiandao fed the watermelon into his mouth, some juice flowed to his chin, Xiandao helped him wipe it off with his hand.

Rukawa's face was a little red, Xiandao looked at him, he almost forgot that this was a boy who was 9 years younger than him.

Yayoi's busy work finally came to an end. One night, she came to Xiandao's house and took the sweater that Xiandao's mother knitted for her.

Yayoi liked Mama Sendo's handiwork as much as she hated her cooking. The two women sat in the living room chatting, and Yayoi began to talk about the new editor-in-chief of her newspaper.

"I told him, if you want to withdraw my manuscript, just withdraw me as a person—what can he do? No problem," Yayoi said, "Nan Ri's style can't be changed at will, Nan Ri is Editor Cao made it big with one hand, and the day before he died of diabetes, he called me and said that there was an error in the newspaper that day, and he asked me to make a correction in the next issue."

"Diabetes hurts people," Xiandao's mother felt sorry for, "Xiandao's uncle also suffered from the same disease. He has been suffering from this disease for several years. I went to see him with Xiandao's father a while ago. His whole body was swollen like dough. He was so energetic before. Alone."

After Yayoi left, his mother said, "As far as Yayoi and I get along, I'm not so comfortable chatting with anyone."

Xiandao read a magazine, oh.

"Are you listening to me?"

Xiandao raised his head.

"I see her ring is still on her little finger, when will you realize it?"

When getting off the bus, Xiandao moved the cardboard box in his arms behind him.

"Hiding what?" Rukawa looked at him, "I saw everything."

Xiandao laughed. He bought this fan at the electric appliance supermarket on Shinan Road. There is a big suction cup behind the fan, which can be attached to the wall. I'll go back with you and help you get well."

Rukawa looked at the cardboard box, there was an ad on it by an outdated actress, she squinted, her hair was blown up by the fan, Rukawa didn't make a sound.

"What's wrong Rukawa?"

"Do you want me to give you something