"Ah...... That ......" Su Ling suddenly panicked, and his hands and feet were a little unsure of how to place them for a while, so he could only make irregular gestures in the cold air.

Ying Xiaxia looked at him dumbfounded, and laughed out loud, Su Ling really still had Ye Xiaoyan in his heart. Ying Xiaxia knew that Su Ling liked Ye Xiaoyan, but she still couldn't help but want to like Su Ling.

She didn't have any friends, she grew up with those big kids on the court, she was a little tired of those slightly crazy foreigners, she preferred someone like Su Ling who was silently persistent, but always single-minded.

He didn't play for fame or money, basketball may be basketball for him, and if anything defines it, then maybe the nature of basketball has changed for him. The so-called ball idiot may be this truth.

"Just kidding." Her body, which had been slightly leaning over, slowly shrank back, and at night she hung her head, her hair covering her face, and the disappointment in her eyes was quietly hidden.

"I've carefully picked out one of my favorite gifts for you, and I don't know if it suits your appetite." Su Ling took out the rope bracelet contained in a small silk bag from his pants pocket and handed it to her, "This is my favorite bracelet, I hope our friendship will last forever." Merry Christmas, Xia Xia. ”

The words were all made up by Su Ling temporarily, and that eternity was originally meant by him to imply the eternity of his love for basketball, but because of guilt, he decided to say something to make Ying Xiaxia happy.

Ying Xiaxia happily opened the silk sac, took out the bracelet inside, and then tied it on her delicate hand, hugged Su Ling excitedly, and said, "Thank you!" It was the best Christmas gift I have ever received. I love it! ”

She looked at the bracelet repeatedly with joy, and kept changing her posture to look at it from different angles, seeing that she was very satisfied with the gift, Su Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I promise to give you a gift every holiday in the future." ”

"Hey, hey." She squinted and smiled, and shrunk her neck, looking very cute, like a little girl who got the princess dress she wanted.

"I ......" Su Ling seemed to want to say something, but when Ying Xiaxia looked at her, he swallowed back what he wanted to say, he didn't know if Ying Xiaxia knew, but he wanted to say that he liked Ye Xiaoyan.

"Shhh ”

"I like Ye Xiaoyan." Su Ling removed her fingers, looked at her firmly, and said that he had to show his heart and make his words clear, so that he would not let Ying Xiaxia suffer more injuries.

"And I like you."

Ying Xiaxia is also a stubborn child, she holds her head high, like a brave person who faces difficulties.

"I like you, you don't have to pay attention to me."

This kind of almost extreme love, and only she, who has never liked anyone, is willing to insist. Because there is a saying in basketball, if a person wants to pitch the ball, no matter how many times the ball is not scored, he must continue to shoot; When he only loses when he doesn't want to vote.

If you want to score, you have to pitch the ball, and whether the ball goes in or not is not in conflict with the matter of throwing itself.

Su Ling looked at her firm eyes, she looked directly at herself and did not evade it at all, she could only sigh helplessly: "Alas......" The young man is still a teenager, he is not a veteran of the love field, he doesn't know how to deal with this matter, he chose to avoid, and it is the only way to solve it at present.

"Xia Xia, I'm going to participate in a three-on-three match, and if I win, Senior Ziyang will come back. Don't tell the coach about this first, but believe me, Senior Ziyang is different from what you think. ”

Ying Xiaxia looked at him directly, Su Ling's eyes subconsciously evaded, and he tilted his head slightly to her.

"Okay, I got it." She said calmly, her body was still trembling slightly, maybe the weather was too cold, making people feel cold from the inside out.

"Xia Xia, I don't want to lose your friend."

Su Ling was a little scared, the only female friend he knew was Ye Xiaoyan, who would break up with his friends because he was angry when he was a child, but those friends who said this would still be good friends. It was the first time in his growing up that he was worried about losing a friendship.

"Are you a child?" Her expressionless face suddenly couldn't hold back, she said with a smile, and gently hammered his arm, stood up, stretched her waist, and said to the air in front of her, "I know that I will never be as good as Ye Xiaoyan, if I like someone and hold it in my heart, it will be too painful." So, now I'm much more relaxed! ”

"You ......"

There were twinkling stars in the night sky, street lamps flickering slightly, and dead leaves on the trees. A breeze gusted, a dead leaf trembled slightly, and finally it couldn't hold on, a light sound that couldn't be caught by ears, and its last stubbornness was over, falling with the wind.

"I'm what, I'm fine." She turned around and took a deep breath, "Don't send me, I'm going back now, don't send me." Good night. ”

The girl walked home, Su Ling looked at her, did not speak, he thought of many words of comfort, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Stupid ......"

She opened her lips softly and said silently, her teeth still chattering, her eyes were already moist, and bean-sized tears fell down the arc of her cheeks.

"By the way, my name is Su Ling, you can find me if you need anything in the future, and the front and back tables are a family." Their first conversation.

"Coach, it's cold, you don't play, you'll catch a cold." He put on a coat for her, just like today.

"Do you have to hold it?" The helpless but cute appearance of the boy in the sunset.

……

Obviously there are not many memories but they can clearly emerge in my mind, the two are more often in the gym and the court, it is he who quietly listens to the music and endures the pain and persists, it is he who gets up and shoots again and again, even so, she still likes him.

Ying Xiaxia ran up, she lowered her head, her long hair was messy in the wind, and the cold wind was blowing in her face, even Su Ling's coat couldn't resist it, she stumbled a little, but she didn't mean to slow down.

Su Ling sighed, like a melancholy person smoking a cigarette and exhaling a faint white mist. He lowered his head and tapped the keyboard quickly, then hovered his thumb over the send key, and did not release it for a long time. He deleted the phrase, turned off his phone, and rode away.

Ying Xiaxia broke into the door, slammed the door of the room hard, and lay on the bed in a large font, crying.

On Christmas night, she was sure of what she liked for the first time, and for the first time, she understood that liking someone can hurt.