Not far from the Qingshan Sports Center, there is a state-owned restructured shopping mall called "Qingshan Sporting Goods Mall". Don't look at the old appearance of this four-story building, but after you go in, you will find how complete the categories are inside: such as table tennis tables, treadmills and the like are not too large in the building, and there are even professional fitness equipment such as seated chest press machines and smith machines; If you want to buy a needle and thread brain such as a spare cable for a tennis racket, a shock absorber strap for a racket, as long as it involves sports, this is the place for you!

The entire third floor of the mall is dedicated to selling basketball supplies. The three fathers were taking the escalator at this time, slowly coming up. Directly opposite the elevator entrance, it turned out to be a miniature basketball half-court: a realistic basketball hoop was facing the elevator, and there were actually a few half-grown youths playing there.

"This is it, I guess we should be able to buy the team uniforms we need!" The three fathers are usually not the masters who like to go shopping, and only Ding Yachuan, who is from a business background, can quickly think of this. I didn't want to come for the first time, but I found that it was so professional inside, and Ding Yachuan was also a little relieved.

"Isn't that it?" Li Changshou had sharp eyes, and at a glance he saw that there was a signboard of "customized team uniforms" in the clothing area behind the ball rack, and he pulled Ding Zhang and the two walked over.

As soon as he walked into this area, Ding Yachuan sighed again, this place is really professional! Three walls are full of basketball uniforms of various styles!

"Hello three! Do you want to buy a team uniform? "A capable guy was fiddling with the computer there, and when he saw that business came to his door, he took the initiative to get up and greet him.

"Ahh Yes, we're here to buy some team uniforms, and I think you can customize them here, right? Do you have a child to wear here? Ding Yachuan responded.

"Of course it can be customized, from 5 years old to adult sizes, I have all the styles here, you can choose first!" The young man replied enthusiastically.

"Ah, let's take a look!" Li Changshou said, then walked to a wall, raised his head and picked it up. "You guys don't have a good design here! How hard it is for customers to look at it like this! While choosing, he didn't forget to complain a few words.

"I'm sorry, the space here is limited, and we have to use the space as much as possible, which is really sorry to cause you inconvenience!" The young man seems to have been complained about by many people, and he is not red and his heart is not beating to make amends to Li Changshou.

Ding Yachuan and Zhang Bai also separated and went to the other two walls. As soon as he stood still, a fiery red jersey jumped into his eyes, and he took it off, which was the most classic style of the '98 Bulls jersey.

"Young man, can you change the words on this? We wanted to use our own team name. Ding Yachuan asked, pointing to the big black letters of "BULLS" on the team uniform.

"Of course no problem, sir, as long as you are optimistic about the style, we can change the words on the jersey! You can rest assured of this. The young man replied skillfully.

"Not bad, yes, professional!" Ding Yachuan praised from the bottom of his heart.

Just as the two were chatting, Li Changshou and Zhang Bai also came over with a set of jerseys. Ding Yachuan raised the jersey in his hand and said, "Hey, look at it, how is this one?" The most classic style of the Bulls! ”

The bright red jersey shook in front of Li Changshou, making him involuntarily sizzle and take a step back, "Daddy Ding, you put it down first and shake your eyes!" ”

Even Li Changshou's acquaintances don't know that there is a secret in his heart, that is, he is most afraid of seeing red, in his life, there can be bright yellow green, or deep black and gray, but there can't be this red. The jersey held high by Ding Yachuan in front of him was actually bright red!

The bright red jersey reminded Li Changshou of the scene when he was sixteen years old and took over the pig-killing knife from his father for the first time. That was the first time he had killed a pig, but in the end he didn't succeed.

At that time, the pig had been pressed to the ground by four or five helpers, and it seemed to know its next fate, and it couldn't stop struggling and screaming. "Longevity, the knife is held firmly by Lao Tzu! You are the son of Lao Tzu, and you will have to take this first step sooner or later! Look at its heart, and just follow it! His father handed him the knife and told him again.

Xiao Changshou clenched the butcher knife and made a few gestures in the air. In fact, he has been practicing this action for a long time, but the first time he actually practiced it, he was still a little nervous. After finding his senses, he carried the knife upside down, and he walked towards the pig step by step.

By this time the pig had lost its strength, no longer struggling, no longer neighing, and was pressed there, panting and howling. Seeing Li Changshou getting closer and closer, it quieted down, and just quietly rolled its eyes to look at the deadly knife......

Xiao Changshou stood in front of it, holding his breath, and stabbed out the first knife in his life. At the moment when the knife was plunged into the pig's neck, he saw a trace of grief in the pig's eyes, a trace of nostalgia for the world. In a moment's stunned, the knife had already been inserted, and the hot blood sprayed his face. It was precisely because of his hesitation just now that the blade was not in place. The severe pain stimulated the pig on the ground to "whoop" and jumped up all at once, and the explosive power before dying actually broke free from the control of those people, and after escaping for his life, he ran around the field, and the butcher's knife was still hanging around his neck, and the blood was flowing everywhere, staining the entire slaughterhouse red...... Since then, he has not been seen on any other occasion except in the slaughterhouse......

"No, no, no, no! Can't use red! Li Changshou struggled out of his memories, his face twitched and he shook his hand, and shouted at Ding Yachuan.

Seeing him like this, Ding Yachuan hurriedly put away the jersey in his hand, and still wondered a little in his heart: "Lao Li, what's the matter, are you allergic to red?" ”

"Ahh No, it's not, that ......" short gaffe, Li Changshou quickly adjusted back and forcibly explained: "That red is too vulgar!" And this style is all over the street, which doesn't reflect our characteristics, right? "Don't forget to look at Zhang Bai next to him.

"Yes, yes. Although this is a classic, it is indeed very common, why don't you take a look at the set I chose? Zhang Bai took out the set of jerseys he had picked out.

This is a set of blue jerseys on a white background, decorated with auspicious clouds in the classical Chinese style. Although the pattern is printed and dyed, it is also exquisite, it looks like it was painted with ink, and a wisp of brush can be seen flying white at the end. The whole set of jerseys is fresh and refined, and even has a bit of fairy air.

"Brother Zhang, you are indeed very individual!" Ding Yachuan's eyes lit up, and he also felt that this jersey was extraordinary, and took the jersey from Zhang Bai's hand.

Looking at it, looking at it, he frowned: "Hey, it's not good, Brother Zhang," Ding Yachuan said with some regret: "Although this jersey is very chic, it is more like a work of art hanging at home!" When the children sweat when they exercise, will they be with this ink and auspicious clouds, will they look dirty, like, just like ......" Ding Yachuan couldn't find any suitable words to describe it for a while.

"It's like a rotten rag!" Li Changshou interjected with a big grin on the side.