As the night grew darker, the soft white moonlight fell on the ground, on the treetops, and on the grass, covering the earth with a silvery white coat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net, and everything the eye touches is covered in it, not a single grass or tree is as real as the day, they are somewhat blurred, black mixed with green, giving people a mysterious dreamy feeling.

The night is wonderful, and the park night is lively.

This late autumn season, at this time of the evening, is the most refreshing and cool time of the day, people after dinner like to go out for a walk at this time, talk about their hearts, enjoy the beauty of life, the peace of life.

On the bluestone path of the park, in the pavilion corridor, in the dark deep forest, there are pedestrians walking everywhere, and there are also lively and happy laughter everywhere, and even once overshadowed the sad cry of autumn cicadas.

There is a middle-aged couple who are walking on a forest path, taking a greedy walk.

It's already part of the depths of the park, so there are very few people, and you can only occasionally bump into one or two.

In the distance, the light of a searchlight splashed here, brightening the path that was already less crowded and more trees.

"Why are we going so deep?" A pleasant and elegant lady's voice sounded, with a hint of complaint inside, "It's all mosquitoes here, it's about to bite me to death." ”

As he spoke, he let go of the man's arm and scratched one hand around his body.

"Let's go to the searchlight and maybe make interesting discoveries." The man said, his voice magnetic.

When the lady heard this, she was immediately unhappy, her face turned gloomy, she shook her hand, and said angrily: "You really can, it's rare to come back once, and you have to go to the court, you know basketball and basketball all day long, when can you put it down a little, and spend more time with me and my son." ”

"Hey, hey!" The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Wife, don't be angry, isn't this passing by, just take a look, take a look." ”

"Hey!" The lady sighed softly, knowing that her husband loved basketball as much as his life, and there was nothing she could do.

She pretended to be serious and said, "Just take a look." ”

"Just one glance!" The man said, and the two walked towards the searchlight.

The man's name is Yang Juncheng, the head coach of a professional basketball club in the province, who has been busy with the league and rarely goes home, so when he asked to go to the basketball court in the park, he was reprimanded by his wife.

"Listen, there's the sound of a slap." Yang Juncheng walked into the basketball court, vaguely heard the sound of slapping the ball, and immediately laughed happily.

"You're really ......" The wife shook her head helplessly, as long as she touched something related to basketball, her husband seemed to be a different person.

"Listening to the sound of this racket, between the changes, it is fast and slow, suddenly urgent, suddenly light, the rhythm changes quickly, and it is very coherent, judging from the sound of this racket, this must be a master of dribbling." Yang Juncheng listened to the voice and thought about it as he walked.

Immersed in basketball for half a lifetime, my understanding of basketball has reached a certain level.

"Is there a difference?" The wife looked puzzled, but did not hear any difference.

"Hey, hey." Yang Juncheng smiled and continued to concentrate on listening to the movements on the court.

"Bell, bell." There was a sound of iron, and his face was a little disappointed, and he shook his head again and again, "This shooting percentage is too poor, it's just the sound of iron." ”

Although he said this, the curiosity in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, how can there be such an extreme existence in the current basketball era that focuses on all-round development.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, wanting to find out.

The light was getting brighter, the surrounding trees were becoming clearer, the night was not so dark, and the sound of slapping balls and irons was getting louder and louder.

Finally, after bypassing a few towering trees, he saw the basketball court and the teenager on the basketball court.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect it to be a child.

He stopped and looked at the young man, the expression on his face gradually becoming solemn, with an unimaginable shock in the solemnity.

The boy is Zhang Yufeng.

At the moment, he is still practicing this step-back jumper.

He stood outside the three-point line with the ball and began to dribble, first dribbling low, turning and breaking through, then swinging back under his hips, changing direction and accelerating a few movements, and then suddenly stopping at the place where he was one step inside the three-point line, jumping up and shooting backwards.

The height of the jump, the posture of shooting, and the use of power are all good.

He was happy in his heart, maybe there was a play this time.

The basketball cuts an arc through the night sky, both in the arc and in the angle.

"Come in!" Zhang Yufeng shouted in his heart, his eyes shining with hope.

"Bell!" The basketball hits the back edge of the basket and bounces out, still hitting the iron.

"!" Zhang Yufeng sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and couldn't help but say a dirty word.

I feel good, but why don't I enter?

He couldn't understand it, he had been practicing this step-back jumper for a long time, and now he finally had a feeling, but he just couldn't throw it!

He was depressed, with anger in his heart and his face turned pale.

Yang Juncheng had a shocked face on his face, and suddenly said: "It turned out that I was practicing a backward jump shot, no wonder I hit the iron frequently." ”

Immediately, he showed a smile again, faintly expecting it, "Interesting, it's really interesting, it looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, and he actually started to practice difficult backward jump shots, but unfortunately it seems that he has encountered difficulties, what will he do next?" ”

"I just looked at it, why can't I walk again?" His wife stared at him with a smile.

"Hey, hey!" Yang Juncheng smiled awkwardly, "This teenager is very interesting, I want to see more." ”

His wife's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she shook her head helplessly, "You! I really can't help you, so you see, I'll go back first. ”

"Forehead......" Yang Juncheng looked at his beautiful but somewhat haggard wife, and suddenly felt a burst of pain in his heart, he was always busy with basketball and career, but he often ignored his wife.

He gently stroked his wife's hair that blended in with the night, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was supposed to be with you, but I really want to see this young man's ......"

His wife stretched out her long beautiful fingers against his lips, and said softly and gently with love: "I understand, don't blame yourself, I'll go home and wait for you." ”

Looking at his wife's gentle gaze, Yang Juncheng was not only distressed in his heart, but also infinitely moved.

O gentle and virtuous wife! With you by your side, what do you want in this life!!

"Alright, I'm leaving, don't be too late." The wife smiled playfully and turned away.

Yang Juncheng nodded slightly, watching his wife's back gradually stretched by the searchlight, and finally disappeared into the darkness, and then put his eyes on the court, still sitting on the ground sulking Zhang Yufeng.