In New York in October, the sun is warm, it shines on people's bodies, giving the feeling of a baby's little hands caressing you, bringing you a soft and joyful taste. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But there will always be some people who can't feel the gifts given by nature because of their gloomy mood. Yan Yufeng is one of them, it has been two days since the ligament accident, he continues his life mode very calmly on the surface, but deep down, he feels more and more depressed. It's hard to get him interested in anything, not even basketball.

After class, he didn't want to go home, so he took an English textbook, flipped through the pages without focus, and sat on the lawn on the west side of the campus, not far from the training ground of the school football team, where several sturdy black men were training in full-armed football jerseys. In the past, this was Yan Yufeng's favorite place to come, quiet, peaceful, and full of youthful atmosphere, sitting here, you can feel the taste of freedom.

But today, the same environment does not bring any emotional change to him.

If you can't play, what is the purpose of coming to yourself? Crossing oceans, traveling thousands of miles, saying goodbye to the people you care about, Fa Xiao, who grew up together, and so many good friends, enduring boundless loneliness and fear of the future alone, what is such a pay?

Yan Yufeng remembered the first few months when he first came to the United States, when he could only lie on a hospital bed, looking at the sky outside the window, changing.

Cloudy, sunny, rainy, windy, and occasionally an unknown bird flies by, which may be the best reward for the day.

Of course, there is also a large stack of study materials, like a robot, when it is time to take medicine, then read books, memorize words, and practice listening. Go to bed on time and wake up on time.

Yan Yufeng was extremely tired of all this, even if these were not unbearable for him, but the feeling of being unable to move was the most difficult for him to face.

A dark shadow suddenly blocked the sunlight, and the entire textbook dimmed, Yan Yufeng woke up from his distraction, and when he raised his eyes, he was shocked.

"Coach, why are you here?" The next second he opened his mouth to ask, Yan Yufeng immediately understood Shang Lin's intention, and the brilliance of his face dimmed like a book.

"Are you here to tell me the results?" Yan Yufeng asked pretending to be calm.

Perhaps because of the long journey, Shang Lin's face was full of stubble and he looked very haggard, and he heard his disciple's question, but he didn't answer, just sat on the ground.

"How long have we not seen each other?" Shang Lin asked.

Yan Yufeng was silent for a while, and replied lightly: "I can't remember it clearly, it seems to be a long time, but it seems to be a long time!" ”

Shang Lin obviously didn't expect Yan Yufeng to answer like this, he paused, suddenly laughed, and went to touch Yan Yufeng's head, but Yan Yufeng turned his head and dodged.

Shang Lin didn't care, and said: "For you rabbit cub, I've been running back and forth several times, and I'm also a person with status, how can I always run around on the road like a FedEx?" ”

Yan Yufeng lowered his head, for the coach, he always has a sense of guilt, he didn't win the championship for him, if, I mean, if he won the national championship, would the coach not come back, or be with us?

Yan Yufeng thought about it, Shang Lin knew that his disciple was thinking about such an inconsequential thing, and thought that he was worried about his injury, so he comforted: "In the morning, I met with your rehabilitation doctor, and he talked to me about your situation, which is not a big deal, but because you are still young, you always need to be more careful about injuries." ”

"I know!" Yan Yufeng responded simply.

"Your mother also interviewed me, and her attitude was a little resolute, and I understand it." Shang Lin said this, his expression was complicated, it seemed that this was not a pleasant meeting.

Yan Yufeng naturally knew what kind of god his mother was, and couldn't help but say apologetically: "Coach, in fact, my mother is a very good person, but she cares about me too much." So, please don't mind. ”

Shang Lin laughed out loud and said, "You also underestimate me too much, I have seen more people who are stricter than your mother, and I have no problem." Your mother's attitude towards your situation is very firm. Saying this, Shang Lin glanced at Yan Yufeng, and seeing that he was nervous, he explained: "She hopes that you can temporarily suspend any exercise and recuperate wholeheartedly." ”

"Oh, I should have guessed."

Seeing his disciple's depressed expression, Shang Lin didn't want to sell Guan Zi anymore, so he said all about it: "But my suggestion is to do proper exercise, which is also beneficial to your recovery, and your rehabilitation coach has also recognized my opinion." Your mother eventually agreed, but there was a promise between us. ”

"Promise? What promises? Yan Yufeng was surprised and delighted, and couldn't help but ask immediately.

Shang Lin paused, he looked at Yan Yufeng, and his expression became serious: "Yufeng, I hope that what I say next, you must accept and abide by it unconditionally, and you can't go beyond half a step, otherwise, no one will come to help you again, can you do it?" ”

Yan Yufeng's brows furrowed, he carefully studied the coach's face, hoping to find something he hoped for, but he still gave up.

"Coach, you say, since I can still play, this is a blessing for me." Yan Yufeng agreed with a heavy heart.

Shang Lin nodded, and continued: "First, your amount of exercise will be strictly controlled, specifically, in two directions, first, your playing time in the school team will be controlled within 8-10 minutes, and second, your daily training will be carried out in the sight of the rehabilitation coach, any individual training is not allowed, once found, you will bear the consequences." ”

Yan Yufeng couldn't help but smile bitterly, just this point is unacceptable, such a short playing time means that he is at most a substitute, not the most important substitute.

Of course, Shang Lin knew that Yan Yufeng had a strong character, and the kind of person who wanted to be the boss wherever he went, and who couldn't allow others to stand on his head and give orders, was undoubtedly a fatal requirement.

But Shang Lin understood that the current situation was already good, and he said slowly: "It's not a long-term situation, according to the injury assessment given by your rehabilitation coach, within 3-4 months, your injury will be fully recovered, and your body will be even better than before the injury." So, you just have to endure these few months. ”

Yan Yufeng looked at the rugby training ground in the distance, three to four months, this accident this year, he was excluded from the team, for himself, a whole year, will be wasted.

Is it really next year's spring, which is your own spring? Yan Yufeng asked himself.

"Coach, do you remember every single one of our team?" Yan Yufeng suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Shang Lin was very surprised, he recalled it very confidently, and suddenly found that he couldn't remember the names of several people, and even his voice and appearance became blurred.

Looking at the coach's expression, Yan Yufeng laughed self-deprecatingly, and said: "Actually, I don't remember it all, I remember Changfeng, Shangzhi, Xiang Jie, Dazhu, as well as Long Guang, Cao Hui, etc., but there are always a few people who I can't talk about." ”

"Do you know why?" Yan Yufeng looked at Shang Lin and asked seriously.

Shang Lin didn't say a word, he understood what his disciple wanted to express.

"Are they giving less? Do we sweat less than we do? Will there be less desire for victory? Yan Yufeng muttered to himself, and then retorted: "It's not a lot at all, but why did we forget about them?" ”

"A lot of people like our team, I remember we went to Shanghai, let alone Nanjing, how many people accompanied us on the trip, you ask them, how many people can they remember? It will only be less, never more. ”

"But why is this happening?" Yan Yufeng's tone suddenly raised a little, and he continued: "I don't want to be like this, I refuse, this has nothing to do with basketball, this is my dignity!" ”

Looking at the excited Yan Yufeng, Shang Lin was silent.

It is precisely because of such a character that he can come to this point, if he is not as proud as an emperor in his heart, how can he become an emperor? Shang Lin's afterglow saw Yan Yufeng's knees.

Yan Yufeng felt the coach's gaze very sensitively, he reached out to touch his knee, but looked at the coach with a sideways face, and said in a very calm, but very clear tone: "Even if I only have one leg left, I can beat anyone on the court." ”

Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng's proud face, the feeling he hadn't seen for a long time suddenly poured into his chest, his thoughts returned to China, every scene with Yan Yufeng, on the court, in training, in life, every meeting, every conversation, like a slide in his mind.

Yan Yufeng came alive.

Since he was injured, Shang Lin once again saw the real Yan Yufeng, the kind of flying self-confidence, Yan Yufeng who would never admit defeat and would not take a step back when he was killed.

But reason immediately returned, and Shang Lin shook his head resolutely: "A wise person will not fight for a moment, lie down and taste courage, and judge the situation to be a master." ”

Yan Yufeng smiled, he grinned.

Then he stopped, his face calm restored, as if it had all been delusions.

"Coach, you go on, I'll listen."

Shang Lin sighed and said, "Your current coach, Herzberg, I have already talked to him, and after listening to your situation, he said that he respects the decisions made by your guardian and will cooperate seriously." ”

Yan Yufeng nodded, he knew that this unexpected time, he was really excluded from the team's plan.

Even if they get along for a short time, Yan Yufeng knows how Herzberg will do it.

"Coach, I've heard that you're an old acquaintance of Mr. Herzberg, what do you think he would do?"

Shang Lin sighed, he didn't want to deceive Yan Yufeng, so he said: "First of all, there should be no you in his tactical board, even ......, maybe you won't even have playing time." ”

After speaking, Shang Lin hurriedly looked at Yan Yufeng's face and found that he had a calm face.

"What about training?" Yan Yufeng asked again.

Shang Lin hurriedly replied: "This must be there, he is not a waste of resources" said, Shang Lin realized that saying this seemed to be a bit shocking, and hurriedly explained: "For a veteran basketball coach, training is his core thing, and he will not be favoritial." ”

Yan Yufeng nodded, and he let out a long breath: "I think, this should be the final result." ”

"Hmm." Shang Lin sighed again, he was also full of guilt when he saw that the disciple he recognized the most was actually reduced to such a situation because of his injury.

'Even if you really can't play, you don't have to be discouraged, your future, next year, when you get there, you're going to be absolutely at the heart of the team.' Shang Lin comforted.

"Coach, you know what?" Yan Yufeng suddenly interrupted Shang Lin's comfort, he stood up, patted the grass clippings on his pants, picked up the textbook, looked at Shang Lin, and said the most impressive words to Shang Lin so far.

"From the first day I played on the court, I never begged for anything, I asked for it, I took it myself." Yan Yufeng waved his hand to Shang Lin, who was in a daze after listening: "Please rest assured, coach, I will abide by your hard-won promise." I know a restaurant that tastes very good, and today, I want to treat you to a big meal. ”

Shang Lin blinked his eyes, touched the scum on his face, and suddenly laughed: "This is the first time you invite me, I have to find a notebook to write it down, it's not easy to toss me in front of you!" ”

The two walked side by side along the lawn to the path, and the sunlight passed through them, leaving two long figures.

"Come on, boy!" Shang Lin said secretly in his heart.