"Mu Qinghan, I'm leaving, see you tomorrow. After the preschool mobilization ended, Yin Shanshan said hello to Mu Qinghan and left with other classmates.

After a while, all the classmates in the class were gone, and he was left alone sitting there looking out the window in a daze. The sun shines through the window, and the silence reveals tiredness.

In the classroom, there are famous sayings and quotes such as Gorky and Marx, which are used to motivate the young people in the school. On the teacher's lectern was a box of chalk, a blackboard eraser, and a pot of orchids. Although it is autumn, this pot of orchids is green and fresh, as if it is spring.

In the back corner of the classroom are brooms and buckets. There were also a few unused tables and chairs, some of which were messy and dusty. I can vaguely see some words engraved on it.,It should be the youth memory of which senior or senior sister.。

Mu Qinghan simply cleaned up, locked the door of the classroom and came to the playground, found a step to sit down, and watched more than a dozen seniors play football on the playground.

Football is like a teenager's dream, enjoying endless joy while chasing frantically. It has an end, but it has no end. Every goal is a new beginning, the sweat is full of youthful dreams, and the wind runs on the galloping lawn.

Mu Qinghan also likes football, otherwise he wouldn't sit like this for an hour, and watching them play football is also enjoyable. But he rarely played football at school, because he had few playmates, so he had to sit alone in the yard and kick against the wall.

Before leaving, a senior who played football called out to him,

"Hey, are you a freshman?" the senior, who was more than one meter eight tall, shouted at him.

"Yes. Mu Qinghan stopped and looked at the senior.

"Do you like to play football?" asked the senior again.

"I like it, but I won't kick. Mu Qinghan thought about it and retreated in his heart.

"It's okay, if you like. After that, come to the playground every Saturday at 3 p.m. and we'll take you to play football. ”

"Okay, okay. A flash of joy flashed in Mu Qinghan's eyes, and he replied repeatedly.

"That, senior, I'll go first. Good bye. ”

"Goodbye. The senior smiled, waved his hand with Mu Qinghan and said.

After Mu Qinghan left, two more seniors came over, "Qin Feng, I'm recruiting new people again." ”

"Yes, if we don't absorb some fresh blood, as soon as we graduate next year, who will inherit our Wind Dance team. ”

"Alas, you're really dedicated, the captain. Let's go, let's kick here today, let's go to dinner. The other person grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder and said.

"Hmm. Qin Feng nodded, looked at Mu Qinghan's back again, and thought in his heart, "I hope this little guy can join the team." ”

Time flows slowly, like clouds under a clear autumn sky, wandering into the future.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a month since he entered high school, and Mu Qinghan is also familiar with high school life, with two o'clock every day. Live a monotonous and repetitive life.

The only fun is two hours of soccer on Saturday afternoons. Although he said that he couldn't play, he just didn't understand the rules on the court.

Whether it's dribbling or dribbling, it's very good, like walking on the court with a gust of wind. After all, he was playing this at home when he was alone. However, his stamina is not good, and he will not be able to play half a game at most.

I played with Qin Feng and others a few times, and I am also familiar with it a lot. But his words were still pitiful. At most, I would say a few words to Qin Feng each time.

This time on Saturday, the sky was raining, wet and a little cold. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Qinghan came to the school playground as usual, holding the ball in his hand, but no one came.

He stood in the rain and waited for a while, then put the football down and kicked it alone. He loves the rain and loves to play football in the rain. Because this way you don't let people see your sweat and tears.

All kinds of dribbling movements, all kinds of passing skills, playing wantonly in the rain. His figure flew up, crossed and kicked sideways, and the soccer ball slammed through a beautiful banana arc into the goal.

Although it was a beautiful shot, there was no applause. He doesn't need applause, what he needs is to burn his youth.

His figure fell, and his somewhat thin body trembled slightly. He was dressed roughly, but his eyes were full of fiery excitement.

Under the eaves in the corner of the playground, Qin Feng stood there looking at him, a strange look flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect Mu Qinghan to look at his thin body, but he had a strong explosive power.

After thinking about it, he shouted loudly, "Mu Qinghan, here." ”

Mu Qinghan picked up the football, looked at him and greeted, "Senior Qin Feng." ”

"Why did I come to school on a rainy day. Qin Feng pulled him in, a little distressed.

"I thought you'd come, too. Mu Qinghan looked a little embarrassed, "Seeing that you didn't come, I kicked and played by myself." ”

"If you encounter this kind of weather again, don't come. Qin Feng instructed.

"Got it. Mu Qinghan nodded, a little wooden.

"Come on, let's go to the gymnasium first. Qin Feng took Mu Qinghan to the gymnasium and took a dry towel to wipe him. Bring me another cup of hot water.

The two sat around the table, chatting without a word.

"Have you watched this year's World Cup?" Qin Feng asked.

"Look, France won the championship. Mu Qinghan said.

"Which team do you prefer?"

"I just like to play football and I don't particularly like any particular team. Mu Qinghan thought for a while, "But I especially hope that our country's team can enter the World Cup." ”

"Hehe, it's about the same as me. Qin Feng smiled and hummed a few words of the theme song of this year's World Cup, "Cup of Life". That frenzied song that was a big hit.

"But I feel that this year's World Cup is very likely to be the most classic World Cup in the history of football. ”

"Hmm. Mu Qinghan nodded, "I think too." ”

"By the way, it's almost a holiday, where are you going to play?" Qin Feng asked again.

"My family is busy with farming, so I have to go home to help with the work. ”

"It's this season, and you're still busy farming?"

"Well, autumn harvest and autumn planting, this is the time. ”

"I don't know about this yet. He smiled, "What do you grow?"

"Rice. Mu Qinghan thought for a while, and then said, "It's the rice that is often said." ”

"Understood. ”

The two chatted casually, until they left very late, from football to dreams, from dreams to the future, from the future to the present.

When parting, Qin Feng asked Mu Qinghan, "You play football so well, have you ever thought about entering a professional team and playing professional games in the future?"

"Football is just my youth, not my future. Mu Qinghan smiled and said to him.

Ride and disappear into the rain.

Qin Feng looked at him, muttered to himself, and repeated his words, "Football is just my youth, not my future. ”

"And what is my future?"