The Era of Hard Work

On the training field covered with dark red plastic, Song Na sprinted back and forth between two marker poles, doing a fifty-meter back and forth running training. The summer sun shone on her dark skin, making her whole body seem to be shining .

That's sweat, sweat from high-load and heavy-duty training!

Beside, a female trainer was wearing a sun hat, looked at the watch in her hand, and shouted: Stop!

Song Na stopped and supported her knees with both hands. She was nearly thirty years old, and her body was going downhill.

Especially around the ankles of both feet, they are so tight that they seem to be full of bowstrings that cannot be loosened.

Hoo-hoo--

Panting like a bellows being pulled, Song Na straightened up slowly, looking at the people on the training ground, she might be too tired, the flesh on the corners of her mouth and cheeks trembled slightly.

The female coach came over to encourage Song Na: Keep going! You haven't reached your limit yet! You have to believe in yourself and you can do it! Song Na! You will be thirty soon, and the 11th National Games in October will be yours. Last chance! You can't wait for the next time!

Song Na's eyes gradually became fierce, her lips parted slightly, and she clenched her teeth tightly!

You have no retreat! There is no retreat! The female coach encouraged her students loudly: This time the National Games will be held in Quannan, you don't want your parents to see you win the championship with their own eyes? A reward of 10,000 yuan! Think of your mother, a reward of 100,000 yuan can let her undergo knee replacement surgery! Let her stand up again!

Song Na's eyes changed from fierce to determined, and her expression was stronger than the concrete in the small stand next to her!

The female coach yelled: Think about how much your parents have paid for supporting you these years! Do you want your mother to stand up again!

I think! Song Na's words seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.

The female coach took advantage of the situation and shouted: Then go practice! Practice hard! Get this gold medal!

ah--

Song Na roared, her tired body seemed to be full of strength again, she rushed into the field and ran back and forth.

This strong girl has never given up since the day she became sensible, and she has the drive to never give up until she reaches her goal!

Most of those who practiced track and field at the same time retired in their twenties, so they could find a job while they were young, or get married and have children.

Only she persevered, continued to fight on the field alone, wanted to win a national championship, and wanted to use bonuses to repay her parents who had worked all their lives and were tortured by illness.

The twenty-nine-year-old is no longer young, his condition is declining, and he is about to retire. There is no way to retire!

After so many years of professional sports training, Song Na has no other way except to rush forward and win a heavyweight championship.

After a day of intensive training, Song Na's hands and feet were shaking, and the muscles around her ankles were tense all the time, making it difficult for her to walk.

It's been ten years, with injuries, no partner, no house, no car, and even no money for my mother's surgery, so I can only make a last-ditch effort.

A few months passed, and the 11th National Games was grandly opened in Quannan.

What this sports event brings to Quannan people is not the attention to sports events, but the real estate industry in Quannan with the help of the so-called National Games event to stir up the real estate market.

The National Games Village or Sports City and other communities have emerged one after another. Around the National Games venue, the original barren mountains and mountains have all become popular plots under the concept of the National Games. Every auction will break the record of Quannan Land King.

Some people are so drunk that they don't care about the National Games or the house price, they hide in Internet cafes every day and play their games upside down.

Nail, go on! Lu Dong threw a bottle of Coke to his little brother, sat in front of the computer, and said to the people around him, Seven o'clock tonight, Sunjing Jintuan, don't be late.

I know, I know. There was a lot of harmony.

Nail unscrewed the Coke, took a sip, opened a sports live broadcast window, and asked, Brother Dong, when is the Lich King coming? I'm about to throw up on TBC for ten thousand years.

Who knows. Lu Dong opened Youku, continued to watch the game video that he hadn't finished just now, it was called Internet Addiction War, and said while watching: If you are bored, play a few more trumpets, practice all professions once, and brush everything up. to graduation.

The buffering of Nail's live broadcast window is completed, and the track and field competition of the National Games is broadcast.

Everyone in the audience, now let's watch the adult women's high jump final! The computer occupied by Nail uses a speaker: Two contestants from our province's delegation reached the final, and the veteran Song Na is very promising. Achieving the gold medal...

Hearing this name, Lu Dong subconsciously looked at Nail's monitor, and saw a female athlete in a red sportswear appearing on the live broadcast screen.

This female athlete is very recognizable. One is that her skin color is relatively dark among athletes, and the other is that she has a good figure and very long legs.

Lu Dong froze for a moment, is this Song Na? Song Na, his high school classmate?

Yes, it's dark, not Song Heidan who is it?

It's been eleven years since the summer of 1998, and I haven't seen each other in eleven years. It's true that graduation means farewell.

Suddenly, the episode in the game video sounded in the hanging earphones.

unconsciously,

another night

I have too much reluctance to say goodbye to you.

C key joy,

O key goes out,

Don't cry when it's over, just smile...

Just because of loneliness like snow.

forgot to open

I forgot it didn't open for a year,

Can't forget and can't let go,

heart is still there

Doing ignorance and waiting for the unknown.

I leave,

There are obstacles ahead of me,

My back is helpless.

can't come back,

For the snow of the North Pole, for tragic love.

At the Quannan Olympic Center, on the high jump field, Song Na finished the second jump, walked to the sideline with a slightly stiff footsteps, and put on the jacket thrown by the female coach.

Looking up at the left stand last year, there were too many people to see, but Song Na knew that her parents must be watching her from the stand.

After taking two steps, Song Na felt that her right foot was not very comfortable.

The female coach came over at this time and said: The situation is not good, your second jump is ranked third, we need to change the plan! Song Na, the next jump should be at least five centimeters higher, so that it is possible to hit the championship!

Song Na moved her right foot lightly, and it hurt a little, but it was not her character to give up, so she just said, I'm not in a good shape today.

Recurrence of old injury? The female coach asked concerned: Should I call a doctor?

Song Na shook her head: It's okay, I'll just adjust it.

This may be her last jump in the official competition, the most critical jump, and there is no retreat.

Even if there is a way out, Song Na will not retreat. If she misses this time, she will never be the national champion.

Soon, Song Na played again, took off her clothes and handed them over to the coach, did a warm-up exercise, and stepped forward with two long legs rhythmically. Just as she was about to speed up, she suddenly felt that something broke behind her right ankle. , and then it hurts.

The pain was so painful that she couldn't stand up. She hopped on one foot, then sat down, and finally lay down.

The person fell to the ground, lying on the plastic field, and Song Na's two lines of tears slowly flowed down.

She heard the rushing figure of the coach and the coach's hasty shouts, but she didn't want to speak.

There are too many regrets in life.

The stretcher truck drove over, and after quite a while, the doctor in charge of the examination came to a conclusion: It seems that there is something wrong with the Achilles tendon, maybe...

For a professional athlete source, this is too cruel: Maybe the Achilles tendon is ruptured, go to the hospital for an MRI.

The female coach held Song Na's hand tightly, not knowing how to comfort her, and finally couldn't help but feel jealous.

The two lines of tears that Song Na shed had already dried up. At this moment, she smiled at the coach who had been with her for several years and said, It's okay, I'm fine.

The female coach looked at this strong woman and felt that the world was really unfair to her!

In the Internet cafe, seeing a strange female athlete jump over the jumping pole, raised her arms high, clenched her fists and cheered, Lu Dong unscrewed the drink and took a sip of cold Coke.

injured? How are you hurt?

Lu Dong had this idea, but it wasn't particularly strong. The friends and high school classmates he hadn't seen in eleven years had already been swept into the corner of his memory. If he didn't suddenly see it on the live webpage today, it would be hard to remember.

Looking back, Lu Dong thought of Song Na and fell into memories.

Not how it was before, but another feeling.

Eleven years, eleven years have passed, what have I done?

It turns out that I have been confused for eleven years...

Tail, let's go! Lu Dong stood up and greeted his brother: Go home.

Where? Nail was surprised.

Lu Dong dragged him up: Go back to Lu's Village.

A person next to him asked: Brother Dong, why are you leaving at this time, isn't there a tour at night?

Lu Dong didn't turn his head back: I won't call anymore, and I won't call again in the future. You know everything about the account number, and I'll give it all to you.

After leaving the Internet cafe full of smoke, the cool wind blows fresh air, Lu Dong took a big breath, and looked back at the Internet cafe, it was time to end.

This shitty life of a jerk!

…………

On August 11, 2019, the rain continued for nearly forty hours.

Lu Dong stood in front of the big glass window of the fried chicken and burger restaurant, watched the water on the road flow northward, and picked up his mobile phone to make a call.

Uncle Qi, how is your hometown? Lu Dong was very worried: Can the river embankment hold up? What? The water level has risen? Don't worry, I have to go back, and we must not let 1998 repeat itself! Call someone, and call back all the people in our village in the high-tech urban area!

After hanging up the phone, Lu Dong greeted a shop assistant: Put all the woven bags in the car, watch the shop carefully, don't run around! If it falls into a ditch, there is nowhere to fish it today!

Lu Dong specially found a plastic bag to put his mobile phone in. At this time, the glass door of the store was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, swarthy woman put away her colorful umbrella and walked in from the outside. .

Boss, I can't do business today... The woman stamped the water on her feet on the cardboard at the door, her right foot landed very lightly: The elderly at home want to eat fried chicken, so you just keep the door open.

She raised her head and looked at the tall man with a bulging belly, not sure: Lu... Lu Kuisheng?

Lu Dong looked at the swarthy woman: Song... Song Heidan.

Reunited after twenty years, the two didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Na, who was nearly forty years old, asked, Is this your shop?

Lu Dong nodded, and asked back, You live near here.

Song Na replied: I bought a second-hand house and just moved here this month.

Lu Dong asked again: School for the children?

I'm not even married, so where are the children? Song Na was a little embarrassed: I was injured once, and I still have to take care of my mother, so I won't drag others down...

Lu Dong's cell phone rang suddenly, he took it out and connected it, hung up after a few sentences, and said: My hometown is flooded, and I have to rush back to fight the flood. This is my shop. I come here often when I have nothing to do. I'll talk to you when I come back. .”

The old friend repeated, even though it was a little unfamiliar, Song Na smiled happily after a long absence: Okay, you go, I will come to you when you come back.

As Lu Dong was about to go out, Song Na suddenly said, Lu Kuisheng, be careful!

Thank you, Song Heidan.

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