N years later.

August 15 is a good time for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This day, day off.

On this day, Lu Shen and Xiaoxi went to their hometown to enjoy the moon; Silently accompanied Mr. Shan to the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala and served as a special guest; Yu Dongchen took the delicious chicken soup and went to the local forensic office to find the old man; Lao Bai accompanied Chunjie to the gym to practice boxing; The fat man went back to Hanshan Temple to do things; Shen Shen was in the company's headquarters to approve the copy....

On vacation days, there are still a lot of idlers hanging around in the South City WD E-sports Club.

A new batch of trainees from the WD team are in full swing to participate in training and prepare for the Honor of Kings KPL regular season.

The head coach is flying right away.

Immediately fly in the days when this kind of couple disappears is the most leisurely, holding a black whip in his hand, and seriously guiding this group of new team members.

"The game the day before yesterday, I lost to the group of juniors of Mythology, and I have worked hard for 12 points in the past two days, except for the game, I am not allowed to think about anything! Especially not to think about girlfriends! ”

When a young boy heard this, he raised his hand abruptly: "Coach...... Can't think of a girlfriend, can you think of a boyfriend? ”

Fly immediately: "Not allowed!"

Coach Ma already has the demeanor of a senior, and when he gave an order, the players did not dare to come out.

Before the team members entered the WD team training base, the senior brothers had already reminded:

[Don't provoke the coach on Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qixi Festival, and Spring Festival, the consequences are very serious. 】

After wandering around the training room a few times, the mobile phone in the flying pocket suddenly rang.

It's a text message.

[Night, old place. 】

The sorrow in his eyes dissipated instantly, his eyes were bright, like a child who had just opened his love, holding his mobile phone with a smile, and his ears were slightly red.

...

Clubs, gyms.

Li Huaiyu had just come out of the gym, his thin white shirt was draped over his weak body, and hot sweat was running through his scarred skin.

After returning to the WD team from prison, he has been in poor health and needs a reasonable daily exercise to help him regain his physical function.

As soon as he opened the gym door, suddenly, a white handkerchief was thrown in his face.

Li Huaiyu pinched the handkerchief and elegantly wiped the sweat off his face: "What are you doing?" At this time, you should bring your new players in Training Room 3. ”

At the door was a young man in a black robe, with sharp black hair and gloomy eyes.

He replied, "You don't care what I do."

Li Huaiyu sighed slightly, wiped the sweat from his face, and handed the handkerchief back: "I can't die, don't worry." I used to suffer a little, but now I eat and drink enough every day, and I am very healthy. ”

Xiao Mo didn't speak, held the handkerchief in his hand, and looked at Li Huaiyu deeply with dark eyes.

Li Huaiyu seems to be old, and those dark years have carved traces on his face, and the high-spirited young man has been devastated by reality.

He was thin, with gray temples, wrinkled eyes, and scars all over his body...... Even if he is only three years older than Xiao Mo, Li Huaiyu looks really old.

Xiao Mo couldn't bear to look at his vicissitudes of life, only lowered his eyes, and stuffed a small box of handmade moon cakes into Li Huaiyu's hand: "Low sugar, nutrition, eggs-based, supplemented by black sesame seeds, the taste is okay."

Li Huaiyu was surprised: "You did it?"

I have the impression that this kid never touches the kitchen.

Xiao Mo's voice was indifferent: "I picked it up on the road."

The box of mooncakes was exquisitely made and delicious, with a moon-like heart under the black sesame shell.

Late at night, Xiao Mo finished tidying up the kitchen alone, and the moonlight seeped in through the window lattice, paving a place of silver-white frost.

Xiao Mo looked up, the bright moon was hanging high, the stars were dotted, and the city was shrouded in moonlight.

He turned off the lights and left the kitchen.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival in the future, I will make moon cakes for that person, and time will testify, and the years will be a mirror.