On the shelves of the hut are trays of precious NBA superstar tapes, which were once Uncle Long's treasures, but now their owners are changing their names......

"Xiao Yi, how long have you been with me?" Uncle Long asked, wiping a video tape.

"Six years, six months, and nine days!" Zhang Yi replied immediately.

The one-meter-eight body squatted on a small pony tie, which seemed a little out of place.

But for these six and a half years, he sat like this for an hour almost every day to receive Uncle Long's teachings, like a most devout believer receiving the priest's gospel.

"Hey, you kid remembers it pretty well." Uncle Long smiled knowingly.

One of the things that Uncle Long values about Zhang Yi is that this kid is very attentive in everything he does.

He thinks that as long as you put your mind to it, even if you don't have extraordinary talent, you won't grow up badly... What's more, Zhang Yi's talent even makes him feel scary!

"Hmph, of course." Zhang Yi touched his nose.

Because he lost his father since he was a child, although he has had quarrels and misunderstandings in the past few years with Uncle Long, Uncle Long's status in Zhang Yi's heart has long been not only a superstar to worship, but also a father's taste.

Regarding Uncle Long's past, in fact, Zhang Yi had already guessed it.

1.93 meters tall, injured left knee, bottomless basketball skills.

Coupled with his appearance in that person's hometown Yunhua City, everything proves that Uncle Long is the pride of the Oriental fans and the Wang Long who is known as the Emperor of the East!

Zhang Yi also excitedly asked Uncle Long directly if he was Wang Lung, but Uncle Long just shook his head, and then remained silent.

Since then, Zhang Yi has stopped asking.

Because of the pain of having to leave the court for loving basketball so much, he can still imagine it at a young age.

Only by playing harder can Uncle Long assist him in training every day, it can be said that Zhang Yi's basketball is not purely for himself from the beginning.

"You kid is now an adult, for the sake of you never being lazy in working for me, I have prepared three gifts for you......"

Uncle Long's voice is a little low, just like every basketball player, this kind of voice may be disgusted by ordinary people, but Zhang Yi likes how to listen to it, because it represents power!

"Uncle Long, I heard you right, gift? It's the first time in six years. ”

Although Zhang Yi opened his mouth to ridicule, he knew in his heart that Uncle Long's ruthlessness towards him was also out of training requirements.

"Hey, if you kid want to say that, then forget about this ceremony, and save me the trouble." Uncle Long squinted his eyes and said disdainfully.

"Don't, Uncle Long, you are my uncle, what a gift, hehe, take it out and take a look."

Zhang Yi immediately posted a cheap smile in front of Uncle Long's eyes, polite and unacceptable!

Seeing Zhang Yi's shameless appearance, Uncle Long sighed secretly, "It's becoming more and more like me." ”

"The first gift, it's nothing, it's all these rags in the house, if you want it, you can move it all." Uncle Long closed his eyes and whispered, his expression not sad or happy.

"Uncle Long, are you sure?" Zhang Yi's expression was not happy, some were just questions, he knew what these tapes meant to Uncle Long.

Not only because this kind of tape has long been out of print, but more importantly, the tape records the performances of basketball heroes, which are the forces that support the young Uncle Long to bravely enter the NBA......

"Haha, it seems that you are not uncommon with these rags." Uncle Long looked at Zhang Yi and laughed a few times and said.

", don't regret it." Zhang Yi showed a sad face, and looked at Uncle Long with a firm gaze, since it is power, of course it must be inherited well!

"Good boy... The second gift, you take it. As he spoke, Uncle Long reached into his clothes with his left hand and took out an envelope.

Zhang Yi took it, only to see that the address of the big envelope was in English. "Uncle Long, what's in here?"

"Cut, just open it and see it." Uncle Long said impatiently.

Zhang Yi immediately opened the envelope, which contained two paper letters and a small book with a light blue cover......

"What is this?" Zhang Yi, whose eyes fell on the two pieces of paper, trembled with excitement.

Uncle Long squinted at this one-meter-eight kid, thinking that he usually pretends to be an adult, but he is still a child after all.

"Uncle Long... Thank you... Thank you! Zhang Yi choked and roared.

Because in his hands, what he is holding tightly is not only the letter of acceptance from UCLA, but also his ticket to the sea of basketball!

The dream is about to set sail, how can Zhang Yi not be excited, how not to be grateful!

Another paper letter and a small light blue book, Zhang Yi didn't even need to look at it to know that it was his visa and passport.

He never expected that Uncle Long would secretly help him apply.

Although it is much easier to apply for a visa according to the policy of the world government, it is still not something that ordinary people can do casually.

"There's a third gift." Uncle Long said that his eyes fell on Zhang Yi's body, looking at the back of this child, his heart was also full of thoughts, because at this moment, Wang Lung seemed to see his young self.

Zhang Yi tried to calm down, in his opinion, these two gifts were enough. But since Uncle Long wants to send it, Zhang Yi will accept it, because neither he nor Uncle Long are hypocritical people.

Zhang Yi knew that he would one day bring Uncle Long back to the NBA, and with the regret of Wang Long's loss of the championship and the hatred of being injured and retiring, the flame of burning the history of the NBA!

Burn everything they have for two generations!

It's all for their unfinished basketball dreams!

"Don't look forward to it, this gift is actually just a sentence..."

Uncle Long paused, and then said, "Xiao Yi, from today onwards, get out of the field and go wild." ”

“… I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time..."Zhang Yi wiped away the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, turned to look at Uncle Long and raised his clenched right fist towards him, this is the moment he has been waiting for!

"Cut, what are you proud of, let's talk about it if you can win." Uncle Long said casually.

"Of course you can win! No, you can win! Because I have the best teacher in the world, and I will be his best student! ”

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth hung with a smile as dazzling as the sun.

At this moment, Uncle Long was in a trance.

Many years ago, Uncle Long lived a lonely life like an ascetic, until a child named Zhang Yi knocked on the door of his shop.

He even remembered the smell of beads of sweat on the child's face and the worn-out handful of banknotes clutched tightly by his little hands.

"Uncle, I want to buy a pair of basketball shoes, I want the cheapest one, just fit it!"

What shocked Uncle Long, who was disheartened at the center of despair, was that this child was obviously saying such bitter words, but why did he still have such a warm and innocent smile on his face!

In those eyes, Uncle Long couldn't see the slightest frustration, only love, only firmness, and only the joy of being illuminated by dreams!

At that moment, Uncle Long's enthusiasm and vitality that had been in the dust for many years burst out of his heart again!

"Hehe, it turns out that my heart is not dead yet..."

Holding back tears, he chose the most suitable but also the most expensive pair of sneakers for Zhang Yi.

Even, Uncle Long gave this child who met for the first time an extra pair of sneakers that he had treasured for many years, which was the first pair of sneakers he wore when he appeared on the NBA stage!

Although the child kept saying thank you to himself, Uncle Long was saying in his heart, silly child, the person who should say thank you is obviously me!

"Uncle Long? What happened to you? Zhang Yi asked Uncle Long, who had lost his mind.

Only then did Uncle Long come back to his senses, "It's okay." ”

Waving his hand, he walked out of the hut from Zhang Yi's side and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The door of the hut closed, and Zhang Yi was alone, taking a deep breath.

In front of his eyes, the kings who had ravaged the NBA arena appeared, and among the giants, Zhang Yi saw a man he was familiar with and could not be more familiar.

20-year-old Wang Long stood in front of 18-year-old Zhang Yi with a basketball and passed the basketball over with a smile......

"This kid... It's the only right choice I've made in half my life..."Uncle Long said in a deep voice as he came to the miniature dome in the backyard.

There is only a half-court arena, neatly placed with training equipment and a basket of basketball, and this is also the place where he takes Zhang Yi to train every day.

"Dragon, it's not like you to deny yourself like this." As soon as the words fell, a tall white man in a sweatshirt appeared behind Uncle Long, and his sparse beard made the man look fifty years old.

"Deny yourself?" Uncle Long didn't look back, but walked to the frame and took out a basketball.

Just by the sense of distance formed in his brain by the voice, he was precisely thrown into the hands of the man behind him.

"Wacker, I can get you to deny yourself right away... Why don't you give it a try? ”

Wacker, a former NBA basketball superstar, entered the Hall of Fame three years after retiring from the game, and was the coach of the Los Angeles Lakers for one year, but was dismissed by the players because of his tyrannical personality, and is now the honorary coach of the UCLA basketball team.

"Hmph, I'm so scared... That's weird! I saw WACKER wave his big hand, and the basketball shot, drawing a wonderful arc in the air. Hollow into the frame!

Although the arena is small, the distance from the door to the basket must be at least 20 meters!

"Wacker, 1 point!" Wacker has a weird smile on his lips, his smile was once the most notorious intimidation on the NBA court, because once he smiles at you, it means that he is going to abuse you completely!

"Smiling butcher? Your laughter is still so annoying. ”

Wang Lung also smiled, but his smile carried the contempt that only kings have! Complete contempt! Just one look can drive people crazy......

Zhang Yi glanced at the mobile phone that lit up, it was the flying letter sent to him by Ye Jing.

"Zhang Yi? Are you busy? I'm right in front of Lung Kee (sporting goods store), can you come out and walk with me? ”

"Yes." Zhang Yi sorted out the videotape in two by three and shouted to the store, "Uncle Long, I'll go out!" ”

Although he didn't get a response, Zhang Yi knew that Uncle Long would definitely be able to hear it.

Walking out of the door, under a beam of sunlight, Ye Jing, who looked gentle and lovely, was really there.