"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, and even though it wasn't a night game, Sam Bradford walked up in a friendly manner and shook hands with Lu Ke to show his respect for the golden sea in front of him, which was Bradford's personal choice compared to the other St. Louis Rams players who turned their heads and left.

Lu Ke sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Then, turning around, Lu Ke walked to the center of the court, and the other teammates collectively converged, everyone was neatly arranged in three columns, one column of the offensive group, one column of the defense group, and one column of the special service group, and the main force and substitutes all appeared on the court without exception, and then raised their hands high, showing the golden accessories on their hands and bodies, and applauded to the audience to express their gratitude.

North. West. South. East.

All the spectators of the entire Candlestick Stadium also stood up collectively, waving their scarves and other cheering items, and then the stadium once again stirred up the familiar cheering slogan, simple but direct, familiar and powerful, showing the tenacity and excitement that belong to this stadium and the city:

"Fight! Non-stop! ”

They are nine. They are warriors. Rather bend, unyielding, and never give up!

"Fight! Non-stop! ”

They are the gold diggers who are tightly united, who came to this land before the guidance of their ancestors, to create a new world, to create a life that belongs to them, no matter how many difficulties, no amount of suffering, no matter how many setbacks, this cannot defeat them, if fate is destined to be gray, then they will tear a gap with their own hands and feel the brightness of the sun.

"Fight! Non-stop! ”

That high fighting spirit, that surging enthusiasm, and that unyielding will are ignited again, and they are burning! Not just because of the touchdown, not just because of the victory, but because of the genes hidden deep in the blood, they are fighters! They are warriors! They are warriors!

Let the storm come harder!

……

Ryan Baldwin sat quietly in his wheelchair, before he knew it, his eyes began to heat slightly, hot tears blurred his vision, and the golden sea gradually became blurred, but it was like volcanic magma bubbling and boiling in the veins, this feeling was really beautiful:

His muscles have begun to wither, his consciousness and nerves are slowly losing control of his body, and the movements he once took for granted have become extremely difficult, and he must use all his strength to clench his fists.

But now, his muscles felt a faint warmth again, as if his body had been magnified into a universe, and the slightest slight change could be clearly controlled, and even the nerves with the thickness of hair could be stretched and contracted accurately. He once again has the initiative in his body!

The deafening sound of support echoed in the ward, and Ryan tried to clench his fists little by little, his fingers still couldn't be fully straightened, and the palms of his hands were still stiff, even a little bit of force had to consume countless energy, and his fingertips couldn't help but start to tremble slightly.

Hard.

Push harder.

Ryan still couldn't clench his fists freely, but this time, he didn't give up, staring at his fists intently, clenching his teeth, and continuously exerting force in his brain, closer, closer, just a fist clenching action made his whole body begin to tremble violently, as if it was a battle between the brain and the body, even if it was difficult and difficult, he still refused to disarm!

Finally.

The fingertips finally curled up in the palm of his hand, clenched and clenched with all his might, and clenched again, firmly controlling his fate in the palm of his hand.

Then, raise your right hand high!

"Fighting. Never stop. ”

Ryan's voice was still muffled, the words could not be completed accurately, and it was extremely difficult for only two single stanzas; But he still stubbornly and stubbornly raised his right hand, shouting over and over again, and the voice finally broke through the restraints of his throat, like a lion awakening, roaring out of the indomitable will in the depths of his soul.

"Fight! Non-stop! ”

Roar! Roar again!

One after the other, and the roar continued continuously; Again and again, the excitement erupted continuously, and the high fighting spirit began to rise strongly, and it continued to rise, as if even the soul began to burn, shouting and shouting, and tears broke through the shackles of the eyes, and the face was wet in embarrassment.

However, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed again after a long time, blooming wantonly and brightly, and then roared obliviously, "The battle will not stop!" The battle goes on! The battle goes on! ”

In this way, Ryan joined the ranks of the golden sea of Candlestick Stadium, and from the depths of his soul let out an unyielding roar, he refused to admit defeat, he refused to admit defeat, he was a nine, always holding his head high and holding his chest high to meet the nine who were fighting, he was now ready to fight fate again.

Standing diagonally behind, Jonathan stared at the scene in front of him, whether it was the golden sea on the TV screen or the selfless roaring Ryan, the rhythm that fit in the dark was so beautiful and so moving, that Jonathan's eyes were slightly red again, and he was really embarrassed.

In order to avoid further embarrassment, Jonathan also clenched his fists tightly and shouted with Ryan.

But this is not a candlestick stadium after all, and Jonathan is inevitably a little shy. Without the company of my peers, I am now in a quiet hospital environment, and after opening my mouth, I am still a little restrained and worried, in case my shouting disturbs other patients, in case their noise causes adverse effects, in case they alarm the inpatients who are resting...... So what to do?

But Ryan didn't care at all, so he shouted obliviously, one after another, so lonely, so thin, so weak, but he never gave up, perseveringly, unswervingly, and raised his momentum little by little, and his thin shoulders looked so tall at this time.

Jonathan gradually found his voice, and the moment the voice broke through his throat and shouted, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but bloom, and his mood rose like this, soaring in the wind.

"The fight goes on!"

Jonathan and Ryan were like fools, raising their arms and shouting in unison, but when their eyes met, they both became excited, and in a trance, they seemed to be back in the Candlestick Stadium, joining all nine men, enjoying the game and tasting the victory to the fullest.

The two voices seemed to be inconspicuous, but they still stood out in the quiet inpatient department.

One after another, the family members in the inpatient ward poked their heads out one after another, curiously observing the movement in the corridor, and the nurse on duty who was originally in the nurses' station immediately trotted out, apologizing and drinking, trying to control the scene with all their might, and stop the loss in time before the riot spread.

"Wait, wait."

Surprisingly, a bystander called out to the nurse, and seeing that the nurse had no time to react, other bystanders on both sides of the corridor also shouted to help, "Wait." ”

The nurse finally finished the brakes, and with a little impatience she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"So be it."

"Let's enjoy today's victory."

"That's Ryan Baldwin, isn't it?"

"It's his afternoon."

"We also really enjoyed today's game, so let's enjoy it."

"That's it."

The sound of chirping came and went, and the nurse's footsteps had completely stopped, and she looked at the group of patients in front of her with a dumbfounded look, "This ...... If this doesn't work, it will affect the patient's rest, what should I do? ”

The family members all looked at each other, and for a moment did not know how to answer, until finally a patient pushing a hanging bottle rack came out, showed a weak smile, and opened his mouth to break the short silence.

"What could be more moving than a victory? The patients who live here are almost all people who are lying on their way to death, and perhaps, we all need a little encouragement, not just Ryan. God, I'm honestly a little jealous of Ryan, and if this victory and Bambi fought for me, that would be great. ”

No one spoke again, the hallway fell silent again, and the Baldwin brothers' voices became abrupt again, "The fight continues. ”

The excitement stirred through the room, leaking through the tightly closed door panel, faint but firm, and then the patient could be seen dragging his hanging bottle rack to the door, slowly leaning against the wall, as if he needed a little support to keep standing, and he quietly listened with his ear to the threshold.

He whispered, "The fight is endless, the battle is endless." ”

But the voice was too slight for others to hear clearly, and it was impossible to judge clearly, but his expression revealed a touch of peace and comfort, as if he was enjoying such a moment, like a dying man greedily breathing the breath of life, harder, harder.

Everyone else froze in place, including the nurse.

Quietly, the mood involuntarily began to brighten, and there was an illusion in a trance, and the haze shrouded in the inpatient department seemed to quietly tear a crack, sprinkling golden sunlight, which warmly made people relax, and people couldn't help but start to look over, gathered at the door of Ryan Baldwin's ward, stared at the small screen in the ward, and quietly stared at the bright and dazzling golden ocean.

The patients lying obediently on the beds in the other wards couldn't help but close their eyes and mouths, allowing the sense of hearing to amplify, and delicately catching the glimmer of hope surging in the air, even if it was only an incomparably faint hope, they held it tightly and tightly with both hands.

Life is a miracle and no one should give up easily. Even if it is birth, old age, sickness and death arranged by fate, it is difficult to talk about the ending lightly before letting go. 2k reading web