One hundred and seventeen. old friend

In the backstage of the competition venue, there is a corridor for the insiders of the game to enter and exit, and the sound of fierce quarrels comes from here.

"What the hell are you doing, the sponsors are not paying for you to blindly lose the game, you don't understand how difficult the situation is right now - we have lost five games in a row, let alone advance to the playoffs, if we are eliminated, everyone is ready to roll up and get out!"

In fact, there was only one roar from beginning to end, and there was a small rebuttal, which was muffled by the sound of the raging waves and barely audible.

After that, it was the figure of the DND manager who left in a bad mood.

Qin Hansheng sighed towards his figure, turned his head to comfort the few young generals who were trained to almost shed tears, he knew that losing was not the fault of the few children who had just debuted in front of him, and he could also understand the manager's difficulties - under the roof of this building, no one would have a hard time, no, he could only take the lead in the middle to relieve everyone's emotions.

"Let's go, let's get in the car, everyone has a hard time competing, take a shower tonight and get a good night's sleep." Qin Hansheng patted the shoulder of the player next to him.

The thin shoulders touched by his hand reminded Qin Hansheng how young these young generals in front of him were, most of them were newcomers who had just passed the selection, and most of them were between 15-19 years old.

DND is not as wealthy as other club teams, and the newcomers naturally selected are also good and bad, of course, Qin Hansheng, as the captain, can't think so.

In time......

That's all he could say to himself.

Suddenly, a staff member with a tag on his chest came over and said to Qin Hansheng, "There's a gentleman over there who asked me to hand this over to you." ”

Qin Hansheng glanced at the staff more, stretched out his hand, and took a note.

There was only an ugly graffiti on it, and a creature that looked like a cat but not a cat held a crown that was barely recognizable.

If others saw it, they would definitely think it was a prank, but Qin Hansheng's expression changed.

"Where's the guy who gave it to you?" He asked.

The staff couldn't help but smile when they saw the grotesque graffiti, but after looking at Qin Hansheng's urgent reaction, they straightened their faces and stretched out their fingers: "He said he was waiting at the door over there." ”

Qin Hansheng watched several young generals all glance at him, but only dealt with them slightly, and asked them to take the club's car and leave first.

At the exit of the road, Qin Hansheng saw Chu Yun smoking against the wall.

"After so many years, you haven't changed much, and the things you draw are still so ugly." How many years have passed, and the young man in his memory has grown like this, but Qin Hansheng still recognized him at a glance.

Chu Yun smiled: "Brother Sheng, you are getting old." ”

"yes, I'm old." Qin Hansheng took a breath, but it turned into a sigh of years and flowed away.

Chu Yun saw it in his eyes and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I just watched your game."

"Disappointed, huh?"

Chu Yun didn't reply, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Qin Hansheng.

Qin Hansheng hesitated for a moment and took it.

Chu Yun lit a fire for him.

Qin Hansheng took a puff and paced a few steps out casually, there was no moonlight today, and the weather was a little cool.

He looked up: "How have you been doing all these years?" ”

"It's just a mixed life." Chu Yun smiled bitterly.

"It's a pity." Qin Hansheng said something thoughtlessly, but Chu Yun understood what he meant.

Chu Yun didn't speak, and was dull for a moment before he spoke: "What I didn't expect is that Brother Sheng, you have always been in this circle." ”

"I can't put it down, I can't put it down, in fact, I understand ......" Qin Hansheng stretched out his hand and looked at his intertwined knuckles, which were covered with calluses, "I shouldn't be on this stage at my age, just like Lao Dong, Heizi, Brother Zeng, but I will never be able to be as free and easy as you, I think this is not only my interest, not just a profession, or an honor, it has become a part of my soul and even my life." ”

"You call this team DND, you built it?"

"Yes, at the beginning, there were Lao Dong and them."

"......" Chu Yun's expression darkened a little.

"Some things have passed, and I won't go back to you, but you came to watch my game today, are you still playing games?" Qin Hansheng asked.

"Heroic century? Yes. Chu Yun replied honestly.

Qin Hansheng's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak, but he saw Chu Yun shaking his head.

"I can't help you." Chu Yun said.

Qin Hansheng was silent.

"I'm 27 years old this year." Chu Yun said again, "And I have already promised others first." ”

Qin Hansheng nodded: "I understand." ”

"Brother Sheng, after so many years, to be honest, have you ever hated me?"

"What do you hate or not, gathering and dispersing, it's just such a sparse and ordinary thing, and Lao Dong and they also know in their hearts that you have your hardships, but if you ......"

"What if?"

"If you were at that time, you would have been able to do what we hadn't doneβ€”" Qin Han looked up to the sky and let out a long puff of smoke.

The time for the two to say goodbye was another 40 minutes since the end of the game.

Chu Yun didn't stand up from the stone bench until the tobacco in his hand burned out.

Isn't life something that can be sustained by dreams alone?

But who can laugh at those who work hard for their dreams?

Chu Yun originally wanted to persuade Qin Hansheng, but from beginning to end, he couldn't say a word to persuade him to give up.

He extinguished the cigarette butt on the ground before getting up and walking back.

The neon lights of the night are shining, and the stadium is already empty. Chu Yun silently turned back along the path of the stone path, hoping to find an empty one to take a taxi back.

At this time, a car light suddenly flashed in front of him, and Chu Yun recognized the car and the people in the car.

"Didn't you go back first?" Chu Yun looked at Lin Ruoxi with an unhappy face in confusion.

"Hmph." The little girl only replied with one word.

"Why did you turn it back again?"

"How can there be so many chirps, this road is not driven by you, Miss Ben comes and goes freely - and besides, whether you can get on the bus or not, I can go if you don't get in the car!"

How dare Chu Yun delay, smiled and sat in the passenger seat.

"What did you tell him?" Lin Ruoxi's beautiful eyes turned white at Chu Yun, who was hurriedly fastening his seat belt.

Chu Yun was slightly stunned, then smiled.

"See you in the game!"