"It's not that you don't know the situation in our family, I don't want you to follow your father's old path, I don't want to see you leave the arena with an injury, it's better to let you be an ordinary person!"

This time, Fan Yue showed her attitude, she felt that she had to be tough on Jun Hao's play, and she couldn't let him mess around.

"But ......"

"It's nothing good, what's so good about playing, it's either injured here or there, look at your partners and their fathers, because they got injured while playing, they can't do anything, and the burden of the family is all on us women, if you don't want your mother to be old and take care of you, you don't want to play." Fan Yue said.

"Mom, what are you talking nonsense, I'm not good, and I don't have missing arms or legs." Jun Hao argued.

In the past two years, non-stop competition and training, although there are no major injuries, but minor illnesses and small pains are inevitable, and for them at this age, these small illnesses and pains can almost be ignored.

Of course, there are no injuries because of age and confrontation, and of course it has a lot to do with Yao Mo, who often instills some self-protection means and skills in Wuxiao.

"You insist on playing, don't you?" Fan Yue's eyes were cold, and he looked at it.

"Mom!"

Looking at his middle-aged, white-haired mother with a tired face, Jun Hao really couldn't bear to break her heart again, but he didn't want to give up like this, he was embarrassed, on one side was his mother, and on the other side was his dream.

Jun Hao would not do such a multiple-choice question, and in the face of his mother, he finally chose to remain silent, without refusing or agreeing.

The night, quietly, all the people fell asleep in a sweet dream.

In the darkness, the door opened silently, and a dark shadow crept out of the room, nimble like a little wild cat, through the hall, opening the door accurately in the darkness, and quietly blending into the night.

Bang!

On the tattered court in the Xiangyang community, a black shadow played under the moonlight, and in the lonely night, the crisp sound of the ball came far and wide.

Swish!

The sound of a crisp ball entering the net rang out from time to time.

Dribbling, shooting, Jun Hao practiced those basic movements again and again, silent in his basketball world.

In the dark corner of the court, Fan Yue quietly looked at Jun Hao on the court, his face was full of bitterness, he had just expressed his position and determination with him at night, this day had not passed, but she didn't think of forcing him to play in the middle of the night, what else could she say?

Am I really doing something wrong? Should he really be allowed to choose his own life? Looking at Jun Hao, who was so stubborn and so persistent, Fan Yue's unwavering heart began to waver.

Talent and the like aside, this perseverance and hard work alone is not something that a ten-year-old child has.

Under the faint moonlight, Jun Hao relied on a trace of feeling, doing the same practice as blind shooting, I have to say that his shooting feeling is really good, and in the case of serious lack of light, he can also hit mid-range shots again and again.

Shooting, picking up the ball, dribbling and shooting, repeating again and again, running again and again, extremely devoted, and even the appearance of Fan Yue not far away was not noticed.

"If you're still here, maybe it would be gratifying to see Xiao Hao working so hard, right?"

Fan Yue was sentimental again, Jun Hao's efforts, she saw it in her eyes, she wanted to interrupt, but she didn't want to interrupt, in Jun Hao's body, it seemed to see a familiar and unfamiliar shadow, the same stubbornness, the same effort, the same talent.

Under the moonlight, the mother and son became sleepless people, one pinned his affection on the court, and the other saw things and thought about people.

Call!

After a series of rapid shots, Jun Hao finally stopped, his chest began to rise and fall, beads of sweat hung faintly on his forehead, and he sat on the concrete floor, staring at the basketball in the dark, his eyes still burning.

"I'm not going to give up playing, I won't." Jun Hao shouted in his heart, "Playing is my dream, and I am willing to work harder for this dream." ”

Hard work will definitely make your dream come true, but if you don't work hard, it's just a pipe dream.

Jun Hao already understood this truth when he was very young, although he was not very old, his mind was definitely more mature than his peers.

After a short break, he threw himself into shooting practice again.

In the dark night, the crisp sound of entering the network again and again makes people listen to the excitement, and every goal will make people feel proud.

Suddenly, his feet were suffocated, and his right foot stepped on a stone, and his center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he stumbled.

"Ahh

Jun Hao felt as if his feet were twisted and fell down.

"What's wrong?"

Fan Yue, who was silent in the dark and had emotions in the past, was awakened by this scream, and she suddenly rushed to Jun Hao's side for some reason: "What's wrong with you?" Where does it hurt? Is there something wrong? ”

"Mom, why are you here?" Jun Hao was taken aback and almost scared half to death.

"Let me see if it's hurt, it's not serious." Fan Yue was preoccupied with Jun Hao's injury, and forcefully pulled him into his arms, and directly pressed him to check both of his feet.

"Mom, I'm fine, I just accidentally stepped on a stone just now, and the soles of my feet hurt from chrome!" Jun Hao struggled out of Fan Yue's arms, looked at his mother who was close at hand, felt a little uneasy in his heart, and asked cautiously, "Mom, why are you here?" Did you see everything just now? ”

"Mom, I didn't mean to make you sad, I didn't want you to be sad even more, I just wanted to play, I really wanted to play, but I wanted to make you sad, so I came out in the middle of the night......"

Jun Hao is like a child who has done something wrong, and after a strong defense, he lowered his head in fear and waited for criticism.

"Tell me why I love playing so much!" Fan Yue uncharacteristically did not scold, but asked.

"Playing basketball is my dream!"

", anything can be a dream, this reason is not sufficient, to be honest!" Fan Yue shouted.

"You can make a lot of money by playing, if you want to make a lot of money, you have to practice playing hard, only by working harder than others, you can make more money." Yao Mo often instilled some crooked reasoning in Wuyu, and was well absorbed by Wuxiao.

Jun Hao lowered his head, he hesitated a little at this time, he had his reasons for playing, a reason that was not a reason, and finally he spoke: "I want to make money, make a lot of money." ”

It's very real, and it's very distressing!

Fan Yue was stunned, as if he knew his son for the first time, and then shouted: "Why do you make so much money as a child? You just study hard now, go to a good university, and you can naturally make a lot of money in the future! ”

"But ......"

"No, but!"

"You ......"

"What me?"

"I don't want to see you being bullied, I don't want to see others look down on us, and I don't want to see you work so hard......" As if shouting, Jun Hao finally said what he hadn't said.

This is the source of his motivation, and the biggest reason why he has always persevered and worked hard.

Everything is to change the fate and change this poor home!

Fan Yue looked at her son in a daze, didn't speak for a long time, the weakest part of her heart was touched, looking at Jun Hao, who was wearing old clothes and a pair of tattered canvas shoes, and suddenly choked up.

He is no longer a child, he has grown up, the little guy who was born sick has finally grown up, yes, her son has grown up, Fan Yue was emotional, and suddenly hugged Jun Hao in his arms.

"Let's go home, tomorrow Mom will buy you a better pair of basketball shoes!!