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On the day of Bian Xiaojun's 25th birthday, in the early summer afternoon when the sky was full of dandelions, he sat on the green grass warmed by the sun, looked at the blue sky in a foreign country, and looked at the church dome that almost pierced the sun , looking at the crowd in twos and threes playing or having a picnic on the grass, watching the white doves flying through the blue sky, watching the person in the distance galloping towards him with the brightest smile.

He smiled and lay flat on the grass, slowly closed his eyes, raised his right hand above his head, and covered a small shadow in front of his eyes, with infinite warmth in his heart.

"Still pretending to be asleep?" The thoughtful voice came from beside his ears, gently causing a shiver.

"Where's the birthday present?" Looking at the empty-handed person, Bian Xiaojun spread his hands and asked.

"Today, every day, I'm your gift." Ou Xuyang looked at him, his eyes full of affection, he knelt down, supported Bian Xiaojun's side face with his right hand, and raised his head.

The soft lips were pressed against the other mouth that was longed for day and night, tenderness became intense, and longing turned into motivation.

He looked at him, as if a piece of candy had been hidden in his throat, quietly and slowly, little by little, melting with his body temperature and breathing, the sweetness made his throat itchy.

Suddenly, both he and he realized that from this incomparable moment, in this world, no one can replace the other.He is so precious to him, not only the emotion poured into each other, but also the time poured into each other, the years they have gone through together.

一

Ten years ago, when Bian Xiaojun was 15 years old, his parents ended their 17-year marriage because of a ridiculous extramarital affair. Mr. Bian agreed to leave the house because of guilt, but he insisted on taking Bian Xiaojun with him; Mrs. Bian disagreed. , she would rather have a son than property, and the two sides argued with each other, so they had to ask her son what he thought.

Bian Xiaojun said, "I'll go with Dad."

Mrs. Bian burst into tears and asked why.

Bian Xiaojun replied: "Mom, you are still very young and beautiful. After divorce, you can marry another good man. I don't want to drag you down. I will go with him, but he is still your son!"

So, on the hottest day in July, Bian Xiaojun took his suitcase and his father and left the small western building where he had lived for 15 years.

His father used the provident fund to buy a three-bedroom apartment in the city garden complex, so Bian Xiaojun chose the one farthest from his father's room as a bedroom.

They started a new life.

It was very hot throughout July, but Bian Xiaojun didn't care. He could bask in the sun all day long. He swam, ran, or occupied the entire basketball court by himself. People stay at home, in his heart the word home still belongs to the small mansion he grew up in, the place with his mother.

He got tanned, he grew taller, his muscles swelled, he became silent, he shaved off his long hair and changed his size, he found himself in the mirror changed Tough and more manly, but he likes himself the way he is now.

One big noon as always, he made himself a meal of braised pork. After eating, he slept for an hour. After getting up, he changed into his basketball clothes, carried two large bottles of water, and went out with the ball in his arms.

On the empty basketball court, you can see the steaming heat from a distance, he doesn't care at all, only he can keep a person's tranquility, first poured half a bottle of water on his face, feeling very happy, active He stretched his muscles and bones, picked up the ball with his toes, caught it with his palm, and started to run towards the basketball hoop farthest from him. He imagined himself on the court, imagined the opponent who was going to block him, and calculated the distance. Take a step, one, two, three, layup, and the ball was sent into the basket by him without any mistakes.

The ball bounced through the hoop and fell to the ground, and he let go and jumped down, very satisfied with his opening of the day.

"Hey, I said—" Suddenly a crisp and lazy voice sounded from behind, "You are also called a three-step layup!"

Bian Xiaojun immediately looked back, and saw a boy in white denim shorts strolling over with his hands in his pockets—white face, white arms, white legs—hmph—Bian Xiaojun couldn't help sneering in his heart, he never The charming and pale-faced person who went out had a serious tone!

So Bian Xiaojun decided to ignore him, turned around to pick up the ball, and continued his relationship.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" The little boy was a little unhappy, "Why are you so rude! You have to look at them when they talk to you!"

Bian Xiaojun only thought he was the one next to the tree, and didn't even bother to answer him.

The little white face lost his sense of presence in an instant. He wandered a few steps irritably, not reconciled, and continued to ask: "Hey, are you new here? Haven't seen you before? Where do you live?"

But Bian Xiaojun only cared about practicing his own ball, and didn't even look at him.

The little white face became impatient, he had never been neglected like this before, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of evil fire on his forehead. Just at this moment, Bian Xiaojun missed the ball, and the ball bounced here. When the little white face saw it, he raised his palm to catch it. the ball.

Now, Bian Xiaojun couldn't pretend that this person didn't exist anymore, so he had no choice but to walk over, stretch out his hand and say, "Give me the ball."

"Yo, you've seen me now! You're so polite!" The little boy was full of revenge.

"Give me the ball." Bian Xiaojun really didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

"No way! Where did your invisibility just now go? Huh? Want me to give you the ball? That depends on the young master's pleasure!" Said the little boy and twirled the ball with his fingers.

Bian Xiaojun noticed the difficulty of this thing, and decided to grab it without talking nonsense, but the little boy looked weak and reacted very quickly. laughter.

"Don't be funny, handsome guy!" The little boy said very rudely, "Want to snatch the ball from my master? You are so naive! Come on, the ball is in my hands, as long as you can hold it, I will call you back grandfather!"

Oh shit!Bian Xiaojun cursed secretly in his heart, and he became angry in his heart, what kind of Tai Sui did he commit!Happened to meet this fucking!With anger in his heart, he moved his feet, and the person rushed forward suddenly.

Seeing him coming, the little boy was neither anxious nor afraid. When he rushed in front of him, he turned sideways and slipped away from Bian Xiaojun's elbow very slipperily. Slapping it decently on the hand.Bian Xiaojun rushed to the air again but reacted very quickly, copying it with his left hand.The white and tender palm of the little white face was weak after all, and the ball was pushed away by Bian Xiaojun, but the little white face was more expensive because he was faster, so he confuses Bian Xiaojun in an instant with a fake move, intercepted the ball in an instant, and lost it again. After that, he immediately opened his legs and ran towards the basketball hoop behind Bian Xiaojun.Bian Xiaojun was a little bored for a while, he always felt that this guy shouldn't be such a good player, he felt that he lost his face, and chased after him angrily, but the little boy walked very fast, and he was on the way of Bian Xiaojun He didn't panic when he was blocked in front of him, and swayed left and right like a fish before slipping away. He stopped in the three-point zone, didn't even stop, and directly raised his hand and threw it towards the basket. The ball was drawn in the air. He made a perfect parabola, and then went straight into the basket without even touching the ball frame.

For a moment Bian Xiaojun was a little stunned, he had lost all his anger at this moment, he looked at the little boy's face, he looked so proud, he was so proud!

"How is it? Are you convinced?" The little boy spoke slowly, with a cadenced tone as if singing an opera, which was really provocative.

Bian Xiaojun originally thought that if he wanted to speak well, he would answer him a few words, but who would have thought that this person would immediately demand surrender as soon as he opened his mouth, how could he do it like a dignified man? !He turned around with a sullen face, and said stiffly, "Farewell!"

"Hey? Hey hey!" Xiao Bailian hurriedly chased after him, stretched out his hand and grabbed Bian Xiaojun's arm: "Why are you walking? You want to run if you can't beat it!"

"Who says I can't beat you!" Bian Xiaojun couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his little boy face as soon as he turned his hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Xiaobailian was lifted off the ground, terrified in his heart, and couldn't help screaming: "Why are you so boring! You don't pay attention to what you talk about, and you don't accept it when you win the game. , Now I still want to hit someone! A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. He smiles when he speaks, and I greet you with a smile and talk to you well, but why are you like this, you!"

"Are you annoying!" Bian Xiaojun yelled into his face: "I'm in a bad mood, can you please leave me alone!"

"I'm not in a good mood either! Who's in a good mood! You think I'm willing to talk to a dark-faced person like you! It's not that I quarreled with my mother today, so I won't be in such a ghost place when the sun comes down!" Xiaobai's face was full of grievances, and he tried to grab the thick hand with both hands, "You put me down! You will tear all the good clothes, you are so rude!"

Bian Xiaojun was so angry that he let go of his hands, and Xiaobailian was thrown to the ground.

"Ah yo—" he yelled in pain, trying to stand up with his hands on his hands, but as soon as his palms touched the ground, he screamed "ah!" "I'm scalded to death!" Get up and keep fanning your hands.

"It's really useless! This spot can also be hot!" Bian Xiaojun gave him a sideways look, but still bent over and stretched out his hand to lift up the pretty boy.

"What do you know! I'm like you? So rough and thick? I—" Xiaobailian still yelled in dissatisfaction, turned around and looked back at his pants, only to feel that they were really dirty, and he was about to dust them off, but suddenly Feeling dizzy, his complexion became a little dizzy, and his voice became muffled, "Huh? Strange..." He rolled his eyes, "Why is my head a little dizzy..." The words were delayed and then quickly, and he was the only one who spoke. The kung fu man suddenly rolled his eyes and turned towards Bian Xiaojun.

Bian Xiaojun rushed to catch him, but he felt that he had lost all strength, and fell heavily, "Hey! What's wrong with you!" Bian Xiaojun raised his leg to push him, but he didn't respond at all.

This man completely fainted!

Bian Xiaojun is going crazy!What's going on, what does this person say about heat stroke?Fall here, let him do what!No one knows his last name, who the hell should he go to!

Bian Xiaojun was so angry that he scolded the national curses of several countries, and then gradually calmed down. He had no choice but to leave the basketball court with his life on his shoulders and put him on the ground On a bench under the shade of a tree in the garden, I scratched my head and thought about it, so I decided to go to the security guard of the community. After walking a few steps, I turned around and looked at the guy on the bench. If nothing happens, he quickly ran to the security department.

"Hey, what," when he ran to the security department panting, "someone passed out on the basketball court, I carried him to the garden next to him, but I don't know who he is, can you come to someone help me?"

"Which building are you a resident of?" an uncle asked in a business-like manner.

"High-rise Building 8, No. 2003." Bian Xiaojun said, "Hurry up, that person has heatstroke."

"I'll call an ambulance for you. The car is here. You can accompany him to the hospital." The uncle picked up the phone as he spoke.

"Hey! Wait!" Bian Xiaojun hurriedly pressed the other person's hand, "I told you I don't know him! Why should I accompany him to the hospital! Why don't you come with me now, at least bring him to you!"

"We don't know where he lives when we carry it to us. You said the small garden next to the basketball court, which is very close to Building No. [-]. Otherwise, you can take him home with you." The uncle looked indifferent.

"I'm going! Why the fuck did I carry him home! I don't even know him! What if it harms my personal safety! What if you just go with me?" Bian Xiaojun jumped into the brains angrily. , patted the table: "You are the security guard of the community, and you should take care of it! Otherwise, I will go to the property to talk about it!"

The uncle was also pissed off, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no choice but to get up from the air conditioner reluctantly because he was a resident: "Go, let's go, lead the way!"

Bian Xiaojun was so anxious that his head was covered with sweat, and he was so angry that he rushed forward while urging the security guard, but when he arrived at the small garden, he saw from a distance that there was no one on the bench under the shade of the tree. Looking around, he hurriedly walked around a few times, where is the shadow of the man just now? !Could it be that I have taken the wrong path?he thinks.But he immediately denied himself, right next to the basketball court, that's right!

"Where are people!" The uncle was already quite impatient, and his tone was very bad.

"I put him here!" Bian Xiaojun explained.

"I said you remembered it wrong!" The uncle was almost dizzy from the sun, and he wanted to get away: "Since he is gone now, maybe he woke up and went home by himself, okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay! "Said the uncle waved his hand and left.

Bian Xiaojun was already smoky. He stood there for a long time, feeling that the top of his head was about to be exposed to the sun. Angrily, he rushed into the court, opened a bottle of water, and completely drenched himself.

Who the hell is that man... He wiped his face, and sat down on the spot - he looked really sick, talking in a daze, with a fake expression, like acting... Damn I can't even grab the ball from that guy!I also gave him a three-pointer in front of me!

Thinking of this, he stood up again, looking for the ball with his head down, but looking all over the basketball court - what the hell... where is the ball? !