Some people say that youth is the movement of reincarnation, and we will eventually go far under the series of each syllable, and some people say that youth is the coming and going of cold and summer, going around and around, and extraditing us to the other side.

Sitting in the warm sun, watching the children running on the basketball court, the overflowing shouts, sweat, running, jumping, constantly shaking rebounds, the pleasant chapters of sneakers rubbing against the ground.

For me, the so-called youth may be the basketball that spins forever at my fingertips, leaving behind all the beautiful projections, cutting a period of time, and quietly preserving it in the most beautiful place.

That was my sophomore year of high school......

The mud from the rain slammed down the wheels of the bicycle against the fenders, and the sound of a dacking sound was like the last whimper of a piano running out of breath in its final tones. Fortunately, the old bike hasn't been put on strike yet, and despite the constant deflection on the slippery road, there is no tendency to slip on its side.

"It's almost there. Liu Biao lifted the brim of the white cap, and after a distance, he could smell a rusty smell of the iron door mixed in the air, and opened the small door next to the iron door painted with inferior blue paint, parked the bicycle on the side of the road, and Liu Biao walked in.

Next to the iron door was a porter wrapped in newspaper, and the room had a peculiar smell of engine oil.

Further on, the kitchen on the left hand side faces the coach's room across the sea, and you can see the three pairs of basketball hoops in front of you shining with fresh paint when you walk down the middle. With a heavy, pungent smell, they looked at each other through the white chalk outline.

There was a somewhat unpleasant smell of inferior rubber in the air, the sound of basketballs crashing on the concrete floor, the shoes rubbing the ground and constantly colliding with the rebounds, and the children under various costumes slapping the skinned basketballs running, jumping, and obeying the sound of whistles to complete all kinds of instructions.

"Who?" the voice was a little hoarse, it should be an elderly man.

What is surprising is that the man in front of him is only about thirty-five years old, a big man of 1.9 meters looks very thick, and a green sweatshirt is put on top of a white T-shirt. With a national face, a flat expression, and a whistle around his neck, he should be the coach of this place.

"Shao Bin?" Liu Biao called out in surprise.

Cloudy eyes fell on the man in front of him.

Shao Bin's eyes were a little confused, and he turned around on the latter's cap for a long time, and then recognized the man in front of him: "Are you a biaozi?"

Liu Biao grabbed Shao Bin's right hand and waved it a few times: "Why, you forgot about me after not seeing me for a long time." ”

Shao Bin just smiled slightly, but like a puppet, he didn't use any strength in his hand, and let the other party let go of his hand before pointing to the stairs behind: "Let's go, let's go up and talk." ”

Liu Biao patted Shao Bin's back, and went to the front of the coaching room opposite the kitchen one after another, and with a little force, the old wooden door suddenly let out a hoarse chirp.

"The place is small, you can do whatever you want!" Shao Bin replied without much strength.

Liu Biao nodded and took the cap off his head, and looked around, this room is really not big, it is only twelve or thirteen square meters, there is not even the cheapest colored brick under his feet, and the cement floor has grown out of the hurdles because of the inferior construction. This window is opened to the right of the old office desk, absorbing the dust that has accumulated inside the desk.

"How have you been in the past two years?" Shao Bin put another cup in front of Liu Biao with a hot water kettle, and said a greeting while pouring water.

Shao Bin's eyelids fell: "Fortunately, it's a matter of school, sometimes, the teachers who tossed the children can't stand it, so they ask me to pull them to run on the playground." ”

"That's good, that's good!" Shao Bin replied in two sentences.

Putting the kettle next to Liu Biao was obviously an old friend meeting but did not have the joy he imagined.

"It's warm, but I'm still a little cold. Shao Bo couldn't help but smile when he looked at Liu Biao's dress.

"It's okay, it's you, how are you doing?"

pursed his lips, Shao Bin's expression was always smiling: "As always, this is not just in time for yesterday's rain, and today's back is still a little uncomfortable." ”

Shao Bin twisted his waist, and suddenly let out a crisp sound of "popping" bones, with a wry smile on his face.

"At the same time as Chishui Town, it seems that we are the only ones left, and today suddenly came to me, what is the matter, let's just say it. Shao Bin placed the jar on the table, letting the steam rise to cover his right hand, and between his fingers he could clearly see one callus after another.

Liu Biao pinched the cap: "There is indeed something to look for you." Hopefully, you can come with me to the town and serve as a basketball coach at Chishui Middle School. ”

Shao Bo raised his eyebrows, but his expression still didn't change much.

"Biaozi, don't joke with me, you don't know my body, it's okay to talk to these children in this place, I'm afraid it's not suitable to be a coach in a serious way. ”

Liu Biao was silent for a while, but still insisted on his words: "I know your physical condition, but I know your ability better, so you should be the most suitable basketball coach." Shao Bo couldn't help laughing: "Ability, what kind of ability am I talking about." ”

He took a sip of water from his cup.

"But, you still have your honor, don't you?" Liu Biao put down the glass in his hand and pointed to the wall full of certificates and trophies, the trophies of that year still exude a bright luster.

"The final competition will go to the county level, although it is not as good as your glory back then, but maybe, it will give you a new answer. ”

Shaking his head, Shao Bo had complicated emotions in his eyes, put down the water glass, groped in his arms for a while, and finally found a box of Ziyun cigarettes, took out one casually, and left the cigarette box on the table, lit it, and let the smoke rise.

After a pause, half a cigarette later, he spoke again: "In short, my current body, there is really nothing that can help you, thank you for your kindness." ”

"Don't you want to experience that feeling on the pitch again?"

With a wave of his hand, Shao Bin crushed the cigarette in the ashtray cut out of the Coke bottle. finally lost interest in talking: "Biaozi, if you come to me to catch up, let's go out for some wine and lunch, but, this is going to Chishui Middle School to be a coach, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you." ”

At this point, there was no need to continue, but Liu Biao did not leave in a hurry, but looked at the extinguished cigarette butt, fumbled in his pocket, took out a gel pen, and wrote a string of phone numbers in the record book on the table.

"Sell me face, I can't go a few times a week, just try it, and if it doesn't work, I'll come back." ”

After speaking, Liu Biao turned around and left.

Staring at the business card on the desktop, Shao Bin was distracted, and sat on the chair for a while in a bit of a daze, before he smiled: "Biaozi has really not changed in the past two years, and he knows how to convince me." ”

stood up, poured out the hot water in the cup, and pointed his finger on the phone number that Liu Biao left on the notebook.

Feel the touch reflected in your fingertips.

Shao Bin took out another Ziyun cigarette and inhaled the smoke mixed with the cold air into the lobe of his lungs.

A pair of eyes fell on the polished frame of the table again, and the man in the photo was rampaging on the basketball court, like an angry bull, and the friction between the sneakers and the court was the taste of youth.

"The coach of Chishui Middle School, since it's all said to be like this, then if I don't go again, it's really a little too much!"

The smile on his lips is like opening a window to the depths of his heart.

……

It was the New Year's Eve, and the wind of spring recovery took away the smell of gunpowder left behind by firecrackers.

The cold wind blew, and the people who walked by sporadically on the street wrapped their coats one by one, breathing in the little cold air left.

The streets are filled with the earthy smell of earth, rich and comfortable.

Although Chishui Middle School is the best high school in Linzhen, the red paint of the old Soviet-style dormitory building can't hide the fact that it is old, like a connected torch, with the loneliness of the sunset, but fortunately, the three new teaching buildings that are rising have injected fresh blood into this place.

The smell of paint on the new school building blends with the humidity in the air, like a different veil covering Chishui Middle School.

The corridor separated from the school building and the dormitory is covered by shadows, with a bit of unexpected biting feeling, and the solid playground is filled with the enthusiasm of the teenagers, and the messy pace is mixed with the rubber smell of basketball, which is the so-called youth of the boys.

On the edge of the playground is a dark room, although it is not large, but it carries the dreams of boys, it is the sports room where the sports equipment is placed, and there is a small door behind the sports room, which is connected to the dark black walkway. The hard concrete floor doesn't feel good to the touch, but the newly outlined basketball court is fascinating, with freshly painted basketball hoops across the sea and bustling with people on one side of the steps.

Loud, noisy.

Only people who know basketball, have certain basketball skills, can play here, every recess, the basketball court is extraordinarily lively, the sweat of the boys, the onlookers talk and laugh, can always inject new vitality here, this place, also known as the Rock Park of Chishui Middle School!

"Bang!" was the sound of a basketball being smashed straight into the basket.

This is not common in high school, and the number of high school students who can do it is very rare among the few.

The first thing that landed on the ground was the man's thick calves, the calves under the black trousers had explosive muscles, the broad body blocked the light and trembled when it fell to the ground, and the strong muscles of the upper body were wrapped in a black T-shirt. The face is angular.

"Ziming, you may be the only one who dunks among the entire sophomore students in Chishui Middle School. The speaker smiled at the corner of his mouth, obviously he was also a tall man of more than one meter and eight meters, but he looked a little short standing in front of Liu Ziming.

Young people love to listen to this kind of words, their angular faces moved slightly, walked to Su Bin's side, reached out and patted Su Bin's back and walked to the side steps and sat down: "Su Bin, this is a sudden flattery to me, I want to smoke!"

Su Bin smiled whimily, like a big goose, rubbing his hands, the intention was very obvious.