In early spring, it was warm and cold.

I heard that this year's basketball game in Dong He was held as scheduled, and the third child signed up on our behalf.

Ten years later, there is a capable basketball team in our village, and they have written a legend in the village with their youth. I was a kid when they were fighting the basketball court. Out of love for basketball, they played, and I stood on the sidelines shouting and hugging my clothes.

They gradually withdrew from people's sight, after they became a family one by one. It seems that whether they become a family or not is a watershed, and after becoming a family, their energy is spent on running a family.

We were naturally the most energetic group of people in the village. In order to pass on that spirit from generation to generation, we still love basketball.

"Boss, you can't let go of the water in the basketball game tomorrow!"

"Don't let go of water! I said with a smile.

An innocent smile appeared on the third child's face, and he seemed very happy. He's two years younger than me, but he's the captain of our team. Not because of anything else, just with his kind of steadfastness and love, he is the captain of the position.

The next day, I pushed the bike out into the sun early in the morning to let it warm up.

"Let's go!"

From afar, I saw Haijiang riding a motorcycle, swooping down towards the entrance of the village with a cigarette in his mouth.

We formed a motorcycle team, like a long dragon, gracefully navigating the steep mountain road towards the Dong River.

Sitting on the motorcycle, I felt the bitter cold wind, and my ears were red from the cold, so I covered my ears with both hands to keep warm. Under the sun's rays, the gas coming out of the mouth instantly condensed, turning into water vapor, forming a white mist.

When I was about to reach Dong He, the voice of the commentator came from the loudspeaker. We came to the basketball court, and there was already a group of people watching the game on the sidelines.

"The next game is the Mawan team against the Datongzi team. The captains of both teams are invited to sign in at the podium. Announced through the loudspeaker.

"Third child, go and sign in. ''Qiangzi pushed the third child.

The third child seemed reluctant to do the captain's work, and he said to us: "I reported the name, you go to sign in, I won't go!"

Haijiang said: "The captain called by people signs in, we don't count if we go, or you go!"

We all agreed to let the third child go.

The third child pointed at us and said, "You guys are done with the goods! ”

After speaking, the third shook his head and walked towards the rostrum.

A few of us watched the game on the field and discussed our tactics. After a while, the third child came to us with a few vests with numbers on them.

"One piece per person, put it on! The third said.

When we put on the vests, the referee blew the final whistle for the game. We went to the field and started to warm up.

"Run, run!"

Our players started running around half court and we were a little nervous before the game, which is rare in a year when you get a chance to play in front of so many people.

The race is on.

We were running back and forth on the pitch, we defended when they attacked, and after a few rounds, I was already out of breath and felt like I was going to explode in my chest.

Halfway through the game, the third child clashed with the opposing player, and we immediately rushed to the rescue. The other party saw a few of us hugging together, so he let go of the hand that was holding the third child's neck.

The third child was still scolding in his mouth, and I whispered to the third child: "Third child, don't scold anymore, playing basketball will inevitably bump and bump, you will be bored like this!"

The game went on, but it was clear that there was a change in the atmosphere, we were guarding them carefully, and they were all wary of us.

We lost this game and we don't feel sorry because it's really not as good as others.

We started our motorcycles and left in a puff of smoke. When we were almost in the village, we found that the third child had not followed. After a while, the third child rode a motorcycle to catch up.

The third child's face was covered in blood, and we were shocked.

"Three, what's going on?" I asked with concern.

The third child shook his head and said, "Alas, I was blocked and beaten by those grandsons, you are all gone, I didn't dare to fight back!"

I kicked the bike in anger.

"Damn, these grandsons!

Haijiang said: "Go and block them tomorrow morning!"

"Alright, that's it!" I said.

We were very annoyed by the fact that the third child was beaten, and we discussed the plan of action for tomorrow, preparing to avenge the third child.

The next day, we set off very early. Park your motorcycle neatly on the side of the road and wait for the person who beat the third child to arrive.

It didn't take long for a tricycle to pull up.

"Just the people on the tricycle!" said the third man, pointing to the tricycle.

"Brothers. Copy the guy!" I ordered.

One of us grabbed a stick and rushed to the slowly approaching tricycle.

The driver of the tricycle was frightened by the sudden appearance and slammed on the brakes. Our clubs have been struck at them.

"What are you doing?" asked the main culprit as he ran away with his head in his hands.

"Despicable villain! Let you see what it means to be beaten to death with a stick today!" Haijiang scolded.

"Three, which one hit you?" I asked.

The third pointed to a young man who was squatting on the side of the road and was vomiting blood and said, "That's it!"

"Third child, you can beat him as much as he beats you!" I said to the third child.

The third child didn't say a word, and stepped forward to punch and kick the guy.

"Brothers, spare me! Don't dare!" the boy begged us for mercy.

"Make it clear to you that you are deceiving people too much. If there was a next time, it wouldn't be as cheap as it is today!" I said.

They fled silently in their tricycles.

"Three, how do you feel?" I asked.

"Boss, do you think they will come back to take revenge?" the third asked me worriedly.

Haijiang said: "Let them come, we will wait at any time!"

I patted the third child on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry!

I thought this revenge was avenged, but when we were halfway back, they rode a motorcycle and killed us with machetes!

"Quick, throw off the motorcycle, go up the mountain and ambush!" I saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly prepared for battle.

We went up to the hill and picked up the lumps and smashed them, and the lumps rained down on them, and their motorcycles were instantly beaten by our cannonballs and fled.

"Brothers, pick up the stick and chase it!" I shouted from the top of the hill.

We turned passive into active and pursued them in the direction they were fleeing.

"Stop, let's stop chasing, poor Kou Mo chase. Go home!" I turned my bike around and shouted.

After beating them back this time, the gang didn't seek revenge on us again. Besides, letting go is more important than anything else. It seems that they have all let go of their hatred!