Chapter Sixty-Three: Old Spicy James

"Hey! Guys, move your ass, come here! ”

In his father's mansion, Maxim and LeBron Jr., who were playing video games, suddenly heard the shouts of old James, so they had to reluctantly take off their holographic VR glasses and still be on the Mongolian sheep leather carpet beside them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"James, do you know that today is a rare time off for us, otherwise we wouldn't have come here to spend the weekend with you. What happened again? Mr. Boss. ”

Fifty-two-year-old James's burly body has not changed much, and his slightly fat belly is covered by cotton pajamas, which looks very low-key. Familiar faces and white beards may be a common problem of black people. After middle age, aging begins to spread first in the hair.

LeBron after retirement? James became famous and made a huge amount of dollars. The former overlord of the alliance not only has a perverted and powerful body, but also has an excellent economic acumen.

After a few years, after the death of Celtics owner Brown, the little emperor took the opportunity to buy eighty percent of the Celtics' shares and became the new big owner of the team. The two sons who performed well in the league were also signed by him one after another.

Although the little LeBron brothers have reached their prime, they still have great respect for their father.

"Guys, have you read today's Sports Weekly? That's it, you read it, and talk to me, an old fellow, about your feelings. ”

The old emperor, who was stuck in the crystal glasses, handed the newspaper in his hand to the two brothers, lowered his head and carefully tasted the coffee on the table.

"Dad, we have all watched Yi's game in the team a few times. It's good, but you don't have to make such a big splash and affect the rare weekend between me and LeBron Jr. ”

"Maxim, I don't think so, Dad must have something important to interrupt our game. You might as well prick up your ears and listen. ”

The elder brother LeBron Jr. is obviously much more mature than Maxim, and he obediently cut off a fine Cuban cigar with a cigar, and dutifully lit a fire for his father.

The good tutoring made the old emperor pat his eldest son's shoulder with satisfaction, and spit out a mouthful of milky smoke, and then said his intentions unhurriedly.

"This little guy from China, you must not take it lightly. Young not only has superhuman jumping, accurate long-range shooting with one hand, and excellent ability to break through the ball. And the vision is extremely open, and the defense is quite good. Even when I first joined the alliance, I'm afraid I am not as good as him. ”

"James, don't you think you think too highly of Young. We all know what you're saying, but we're not bad, and that stupid cow can't stop us from winning the championship this season. ”

Maxim, who was absent-minded on the side, was very disapproving, his father was really old, and there was less and less such a thing as heroic domineering in him.

"Don't be unconvinced, Maxim. You have lived a carefree and comfortable life since you were a child, have you ever lived in a slum? Do you know what it's like to always not be able to feed your belly? Young has something in him that you don't have. I could see that in his eyes. ”

"You may say, Oh! Dad, we never lack determination and desire, otherwise we wouldn't have won four O'Brien trophies. Wrong, my children. ”

"There is never a shortage of will for people who are going well. However, once they encounter setbacks, people who have not experienced strong winds and waves can easily lose their faith. Remember July 6, 2010? It was the morning I posted that much-questioned decision. ”

"Hey! Man, you guys don't know how bad I was during those days. I lived in the eyes of misunderstanding and contempt for a whole year, and what is even more sad is that I passed by the finals trophy that year, just by passing by, you know?. ”

"But I never gave up on what I believed in, and that's what kept me running in the league until I reached the pinnacle of glory."

"You don't have anything like that in your eyes, trust me, kid. This teenager will be a fierce rival of the Celtics in the future, and he must not be underestimated. Especially you, Maxim, LeBron Jr. will retire in a few years, but you are still in the playing years. ”

Alas! His two sons live a luxurious and privileged life, and their development is too smooth.

"James, maybe you're right. But have you ever thought about it, even if Young has the amazing strength and hell will you say, but the Bulls he is in, the depth of the roster is far less than that of the Celtics. Our brother plus Sherif those championship experienced teammates, and what about him? What does he have? ”

Seeing the unconvinced appearance of his youngest son Maxim, Lao Zhan shook his head, this is when he is young, he will definitely drag this short-sighted guy to the court to teach him a lesson.

"As you said, the Bulls are just a young team, but, my dear son. That's what worries me, you have to know that the average age of the Bulls is only 24 years old, and who would have thought that Jordan would win six championships when he first joined the Bulls? ”

"Sharif will retire next year, and you'll get older. But Young and the young bull have infinite room to rise. Think about it! It's a terrible thing. ”

In a luxurious villa on the beach side of Boston, the father and son fell silent. And Yi Yang was by the charming Lake Michigan in Chicago, strolling casually with the gentle Yoshiko.

The lake is breezy and the beach is covered with ice and snow, and the sea water crashed by the huge waves is shaped into a variety of ice sculptures by the severe cold, showing the amazing beauty of nature.

There are very few pedestrians on the road on the shore, and the two figures, one tall and one short, walk quietly in the cold wind, but their hearts are unusually warm.

This year's Chicago has been exceptionally cold, with green lawns covered in a dappled blanket of snow that sparkles in the winter sun.

The beautiful Lake Michigan is even more beautiful in the sun, with the deep blue water rippling finely, and only the persistent geese still play in the lake, and occasionally some forage for food and walk on the lawn.

I really hope that there is no end to this road, and I have been walking slowly with Jiazi like this. Neither of them spoke, enjoying the warm tranquility, and the cold wind could not resist the fiery youth in their hearts.

"Yi Yang, is it cold? Look at these lovely geese, how nice it would be if we were like them. Fly freely, and there are no more so many constraints. Jiazi looked at the flock of geese, and her delicate face showed a trace of sadness

"I'm fine, are you a little cold, there's a coffee shop across the street, how about we go have a hot cup of coffee?"

Unconsciously, Yi Yang found that the "petite" Jiazi had naturally held his arm at some point, which was really wonderful. Yi Yang, who pretended to be fine, was cautious, for fear of ruining the intoxicating moment of happiness.