"Yiming, I'm probably ready to leave Houston. I want to let my friends know before the final news is confirmed. ”

Yang Yiming had just arrived on the private island on vacation, and when he connected to the wireless signal on the island, such a message popped up on his mobile phone.

The sender left his name "Trevor" in the last note. Yang Yiming only knows one Trevor, and that is his Rockets teammate Trevor Ariza.

Unsuspecting, on the first day of the holiday, Yang Yiming, who was just about to rest and relax, was hit like this. His heart was tight, and he pulled Koharu to show the other party the mobile phone that displayed the message, but he didn't expect another message to be sent immediately. The message appears to be sent in bulk:

"Thank you to everyone, to the fans, to Clutch City. I've had a few memorable seasons and I'm going to start a new challenge and I look forward to seeing you all again next season! ”

There was an interval of nearly two hours between the two messages, but because Yang Yiming was sailing on the sea, the first message was not received until after landing on the island, together with the second front and rear feet that were sent later.

The islanders and the resort island's attendants helped a group of five people carry their luggage to the beach villa. Yang Yiming and Yu Xiaochun, who received the message of Ariza leaving, frowned, neither of them spoke, and followed with a trailing foot. A wave rushed over, and the wave was a little bigger, hitting Koharu's calf, and he was even startled, and jumped forward several steps.

At this moment, a third message was sent to the phone.

"Yiming, I've already decided to leave. I informed everyone, but I also sent you a separate email. I won't forget the days when I fought you at Team Rocket, so enjoy the summer. ”

Of course, the signature of the cashier is still Trevaux.

Yang Yiming and Yu Xiaochun exchanged glances with each other, the former snatched a suitcase (which contained a laptop) from a waiter's shoulder, sprinted across the beach, ran into the hotel and sat down to check Ariza's email!

(The following is the body of the email)

Dr. Yang:

You already knew my decision when I received the email. I decided to leave Houston and go to Phoenix to experience the next leg of my career.

This past season, I want to thank you. Thank God for the friendship we have forged. Fighting with you intimately and earning all the accolades we have won is a source of infinite joy for me.

My second championship in Houston meant something completely different from the first time I did. We're not fancy this time, we don't have a fancy roster — of course we have MVPs, and Harden is really perverted — but we're left with either old or young, we're either losing and losing again, or we're trying to get up. Basketball and the city put us together, and I've never experienced such a strong desire to win, reflected in a team.

Houston did it.

You're someone I've met in particular.

You probably think I've taught you something, some tips on how to stay young and competitive in this league. But I actually benefited from you. You made me see that the pursuit of dreams and challenges should be endless, and even if you win the championship, even at my age, you shouldn't stop.

So I've been meditating since the day I won the championship, what new challenges will await me? Am I going to keep another championship in Houston? You have matured, the future of the outside of this city should belong to you, and my role will be less and less. Instead of watching you perform from the bench, I should give up my seat in advance and let you carry the banner that should have been handed over to you.

Why Phoenix?

Phoenix is certainly not Houston. In the limited time to come, they won't necessarily come close to Houston's accomplishments. But they have an exciting bunch of young guys (including the newly drafted Deandre Ayton) who can be their team-mates and give some of the old guys a word and deed, and I feel like I'm motivated to work hard again after the championship.

Maybe the experience of being your "mentor" last year was too addictive to me.

I'd be very happy if they could wrestle with you one day.

But the third position of the rocket, the role of the sharp knife, will be handed over to you first. I think you will understand my decision and bless me.

Enjoy the holidays first – you'll find that the NBA has one of the few times you can rest all year round, and that's the only time to do it. But don't slack off, I'm looking forward to meeting the Rockets on the road next season, and I'm going to compete with you again at that gym in the Washington Avenue Arts District.

Sincere friends,

Trevor Ariza.

(End of email)

After reading the farewell email sent by Ariza, Yang Yiming and Yu Xiaochun fell into a long silence.

It all came so suddenly.

Ariza became a free agent this summer, and Yu Xiaochun originally wanted to try to participate in the contract extension with the team, but he didn't expect Ariza to make a decision so quickly.

Maybe that's the unforgiving and changeable world of the NBA. The unpredictable and mysterious changes, everyone thought they were mentally prepared, but when the changes really came, they were still caught off guard.

The first dinner on the island was arranged for a campfire barbecue on the beach. On a quiet beach far away from the rest of the world, the white moon shines brightly on the sand. The sand seemed to glow, and the bonfires made of the island's native wood were blazing, and the wood crackled and the shelves were fragrant with seafood and poultry. A large cooler of beer was chilled, but few bottles were opened. Everyone's mileage Penelope drank the most, there were five or six empty bottles of Corona beside him, Yu Xiaochun drank half a bottle, Yang Yiming's bottle was stuck in the sand, and the lemon at the mouth of the bottle had not been pressed.

Sometimes self-discipline is a nuisance.

Alcohol intoxicates and forgets. Forget the passage of time, forget that there is still a face of today.

Even tomorrow will come.

Yang Yiming finally understood why some people like to drink.

Not for the pleasure of drunkenness, but for numbing pain.

He pressed the lemon from Corona's bottle and squeezed it into the bottle. The lemon laboriously passes through the narrow spout of the bottle, and finally looks like a fish in the sea, and with a thud, it dives into the yellow liquid while spitting out a string of elongated, enticing bubbles.

Yang Yiming hesitated, but still didn't make up his mind to take the first sip.

The waves crashed on the shore, but it set off the silence of this group of people.

A phone tone.

A big wave came, which didn't pass Yang Yiming's legs and wet the beach shorts.

It was Meritis's cell phone ringing.

She took out her mobile phone from her slanted shoulder bag and swiped the screen very casually, and then Yang Yiming saw her originally relaxed expression from a distance, and suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?"

"There's an NBA message..."

"Ariza's?" Yang Yiming asked so, but he felt that it was probably not.

"What happened to Ariza?" Nina interjected.

"It's LeBron James." Meritis unconsciously interrupted Nina's interjection and read mechanically on her phone: "Blockbuster: LeBron James agreed to join the Los Angeles Lakers for 4 years and 150 million. ”

A terrible wave, and pounce again!