The defeated Knicks returned to New York, full of hope, and returned as a dejected loser with a plane. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Knicks in the case of a small advantage, by O'Neal alone in the game of life came back, it can be said that the loss of the second game, the entire Knicks inside line is to blame.

After getting off the plane, it was in stark contrast to the joyful scene when the Knicks set off, and the world was the enemy, although the Knicks had not yet become a rat on the street, but people were obviously much more indifferent to them. The winner is the king and the loser is Kou, this is a natural thing, and there is nothing to say about the arrival of the Knicks, but there is always something in my heart, not a taste.

Van Gundy looked at the frustrated players under his hands in the team's lounge, and didn't know what to say, he was not the kind of coach who was good at inspiring, and he saw the performance of the Knicks players, even if it was the two people who were scolded the worst now, Ewing and Moxi, the performance of the two of them on the court, what could Van Gundy jump out of? Do you want him to say that you can't carry O'Neill, because your strength is not good enough? This can be a place to start.

At this time, it is often the captain or the oldest player in the team who stands up to boost morale, but it is clear that whether it is Houston or Ewing today, they have nothing to say, not that they don't want to win, but there are some things that can be solved by not just talking, all this, depending on the performance on the field, what they need more now is rest, not endless accusations.

Van Gundy sighed and said, "Let's go back and rest, we still have five games to play." ”

Van Gundy tried to do something to boost morale, but it didn't seem to have much effect, and many of them, except for those players who were desperate to win, now wanted to go home and rest.

Soon, the Knicks' lounge was astigmatized.

Mo Xi also staggered along, he gave up training, and did not go home, but walked on the streets of New York at a loss. At this time in New York, it was more than ten o'clock, and the people on the street were more tourists than New Yorkers, and not many people recognized him as a "sinner through the ages", but it was still because of his height, but it also attracted the attention of many people.

The last time he felt this kind of feeling was when he first arrived at the Knicks and didn't adapt to the league, he thought he was living a more fulfilling life, maybe he wouldn't have felt like this, but he found that when he stopped, no longer playing, no longer training, what could he do? It's better to walk aimlessly, sit down and write a novel. (Ah, you guys just look at it as a personal complaint)

Mo Xi walked to the New York Public Library, hesitated at the door, but still didn't go in, his heart couldn't calm down, and what he did would probably be boring. Mo Xi only found out at this time that he knew Jerry, who delivered newspapers every day downstairs in the apartment, Anke, who delivered milk, and Sman, who drove a taxi next door, and Ankris, the janitor of the stadium, he knew many people, but here, he just wanted to find a place where no one knew him, and sit quietly for a while.

Sometimes, Mo Xi admires himself, he actually walked and came to Brooklyn, this kind of foot strength, there is no one.

Mo Xi's status in Brooklyn is very delicate, he belongs to the faction of the Chinese gang, Brooklyn may be chaotic, but at least, as long as you are "status" here during the day, at least no one will mess with you.

Mo Xi looked around, but walked to a small bar on the corner, this place Mo Liyu once brought him to, but it was a rare clean bar in this neighborhood.

The owner of this bar is not very old, he is an Italian in his forties, Mo Xi has nothing to do with him, but it can be seen that he and Mo Xi are somewhat similar, that is, they actually have some temperament that does not belong to this area, he is more like a lonely aristocrat, between his gestures on weekdays, he can always show an elegant atmosphere, get along with people, but it makes people feel very comfortable, he doesn't say much, turn over and over, Mo Xi often hears it

"Your wine, sir."

"I asked for this one."

"Try this cup, count it on my account."

This person also has the courage of "timely rain", but because Mo Xi quits drinking, this kind of place is almost not coming, and the two don't communicate much.

"What do you order?" The boss's deep gaze fell on Mo Xi, the dark blue pupils were very good-looking, coupled with the boss's tough lines, Mo Xi had no doubt that the boss must have been a popular girl when he was young.

Mo Xi hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "Are there any non-alcoholic drinks here?" ”

The boss raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm sure you must be an adult." And, this is Brooklyn. ”

Mo Xi smiled and said, "For people as old as me, many children have them. Then, Mo Xi pointed to the old tables and chairs around him with a slightly classical connotation, and continued: "This is Brooklyn! ”

The two of them smiled softly.

"Soda?"

"Okay, thanks."

I have to say that the boss's taste is really similar to Mo Xi, from the layout of the tavern, the choice of furniture, and even the music, the two of them have more or less overlapping places, Mo Xi is very curious, such a person is fundamentally incompatible with Brooklyn, how did he take root here?

Many times, if you don't ask, others will be happy to answer for you, but if you ask, others may not say it. Mo Xi stared at the boss for a long time, the boss sometimes greeted other guests, sometimes brushed the cup, felt Mo Xi's gaze, but he didn't care, such an inquiring gaze, he can receive many times a day, although, most of them are from young and beautiful girls.

The boss and Mo Xi looked at each other for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, smiled, took out another cup, poured a glass of milk for Mo Xi and sent it over, and said: "I can see that you are very rational about yourself, and people like you and me are always willing to use reason to overpower emotion and make yourself sober forever." ”

Mo Xi took the boss's milk, thanked him, and said, "Whether it is pain or joy, anger or sadness, at least, I have to be awake to feel it." ”

The boss smiled lightly and said, "I can't see it, I thought you were a science student, but you look like a philosophy student." ”

Mo Xi shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm indeed a science student, from the physics department in Georgetown, what about you?" ”

The boss said: "Columbia electrical engineering. ”

Mo Xi was indeed very surprised at this time, and said: "I thought you might be a science student, but I didn't expect you to be an engineering man." ”

The boss smiled and said, "But now we are all like liberal arts students playing with a pen." ”

The two smiled heartily again, in this place in Brooklyn, it is really rare to find such people who have the same interests as themselves, mainly because these two people can be regarded as outliers in the alien here, who would have thought that an engineer in the electrical industry would run a small bar in Brooklyn?

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, probably that's it.

Mo Xi's restless heart gradually calmed down, but gradually, another wave of anger surged, Los Angeles, the Lakers, O'Neal, all these things, still kept spinning in his mind.