Zhang Jun has always regarded Yang Pan's grandmother as his grandmother. Because his grandmother died before he was born, his meaning and understanding of the word "grandma" were all derived from Grandma Yang Pan.

A kind, gentle, always smiling old man. An old man who is warm, kind, and always gives half of the delicious food to him. An old man who supports Yang Pan and he has always "chased a ball crazy" since childhood.

When Yang Pan was in elementary school, his parents were both working in Xinxiang, and his grandmother and grandfather came from their rural hometown in Xinxiang to take care of Yang Pan's diet and daily life.

Yang Pan's parents originally did not support him playing football, for fear that their children would be injured. But an old man from the countryside unswervingly supports his grandson to play football, and even quarrels with her son for this, she thinks that the child is fun and active, and it is not wrong to let him play, and it is not good to suffocate it. Although she didn't figure out what football was in the end, she didn't know why so many people were fascinated by it. But she supports her grandson to play football.

At that time, since he met Yang Pan, Zhang Jun would come to Yang Pan to play football almost every day with a football, grandma always smiled and sent the two little guys out, and when they came back with sweat and a dirty face, the hot water had already been boiled, and then when the two living treasures were tossing in the bathroom, she washed the dirty clothes of the two people and hung them up, and put two large cups of cold boiled water on the table.

When the two of them came out, they sat on the chair with a smile and listened to the two of them happily talk about the fun story of playing football.

Every time I come out of Yang Pan's house, there are always a lot of delicious things in my pocket: a few pieces of sugar, or some biscuits, or an apple.

Zhang Jun was often warmly left by his grandmother to eat, and at first he kept in mind his mother's words, don't eat at other people's houses casually, and said no, no. But grandma's ears always don't shine at the right time. Later, Zhang Jun, who was a little older, always went to Yang Pan's house to eat, because "Grandma's food is so delicious!" Zhang Jun's mother couldn't cry or laugh.

At that time, Zhang Jun never thought about what it was like to be without his grandmother, he had the impression that Yang Pan seemed to have no parents, only a grandmother, although such an idea might be disrespectful to Yang Pan's parents, but he did think about it that way. Until one day, he went to Yang Pan to play football as usual, knocked on the door, and found that it was a strange middle-aged man who opened the door, he thought he had gone to the wrong door, and when he saw Yang Pan behind the man, he knew that the legendary uncle and aunt were back and grandma was gone.

To this day, Zhang Jun sometimes remembers that when he and Yang Pan were happily talking about football stars, the grandmother next to him suddenly said: "Basho? Plantain I know, you can eat it! He and Yang Pan were stunned for a moment, and then one desperately looked for something to help, and the other lay on the ground and laughed. It turned out that my grandmother heard "Baggio" as "Basho".

Zhang Jun remembered this incident again, he used to laugh at his grandmother's ignorance with Yang Pan, but he didn't know how an old man didn't know how the name of a football star could be called "ignorance". But today, when he grinned, he felt a sour nose and warm things in his eyes.

Sophie faintly heard something, but she didn't ask Zhang Jun why he was so sad, and Zhang Jun didn't plan to tell her. He was afraid that when he said it, the memories would flood him up like a tidal wave, and when the time came, the tears he had desperately suppressed would burst out uncontrollably.

"Come again! Again! Zhang Jun shouted at Anke, but Anke was already lying on the ground and couldn't get up.

The other team members looked at Zhang Jun with a murderous face with frightened and puzzled eyes, not knowing how Anke offended him and was dragged by him to practice penalty. It's been an hour, and even Anke is tired and lying down, but he is still shouting, "Come again!" Again! ”

They don't know about Yang Pan, and if they do, they won't understand why Zhang Jun is so sad. Liang Ke just said lightly: "Yang Pan took leave to return to his hometown." "Just let the players go to training and don't give them a chance to have doubts.

Zhang Jun was still shouting to Anke: "Get up!" Get up! It's only a few balls! Come on! ”

Poor Anke didn't even have the strength to scold.

Liang Ke walked over, took off Anke's gloves and put them on himself, and then stood in front of the door: "Come on." ”

Liang Ke, who was covered in dirt, wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Sophie, I'm really sorry, I'm going to trouble you." Those pumping boys, as soon as they heard about the disbandment, ran faster than the rabbits! He held the exhausted Zhang Jun with one hand. This kid is really energetic! Tired me out. You hold him on, be careful on the road. ”

Sophie nodded, then used her thin arm to pick up the nearly collapsed Zhang Jun.

It usually takes five minutes to walk from school to home, but today, Sophie walked for more than half an hour before she just walked into the gate of the compound. Zhang Jun pressed almost all the weight on her thin body, and in the early winter evening, Sophie was almost soaking wet. But Sophie still silently "carried" Zhang Jun to the compound.

"Sophie, you put me down." Zhang Jun finally spoke.

Sophie was stunned, and then obediently let go of Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun sat down on a stone bench, half of which was left, and Sophie sat next to him.

It was already dark, but I couldn't see the stars and the moon when I looked up, and the lights of the Peony Square not far away reflected the sky red. The noise of the street was clearly transmitted into the compound. People came and went in a hurry to get home, and no one noticed the two silent children sitting on the stone benches by the roadside.

It's been ten years, and Zhang Jun has lived in this compound for ten years. ** moved here from Yanjing, and never left. It was also in that year that he met his best friend, Yang Pan.

There is a rectangular pool in the garden of the kindergarten in the compound, called the pool, because it is supposed to be a pool in terms of appearance and internal structure, but this pool has never been watered, and under the cement fence more than half a meter high is the flat bottom of the pond that has become solid soil. At that time, Zhang Jun was still young, and he would often jump into this dry pool after school with Yang Pan and a few friends, holding a football, and playing football to his heart's content. Here, there will be no adults to reprimand them for breaking the glass of a certain house, and there will be no older children to fight them for the field, but occasionally the football ball will fly out of the pool, and you have to climb out with your hands and feet to pick up the ball, this is their exclusive football field. Although they played in the smoke and dust every time, they still played in this small pool for three years, until they reached the fourth grade, and the small pool could no longer accommodate their growing bodies, and he did not jump into this small pool to play. There is still no water in this little pool, and children today will not be as happy as they were to play football in a small pool.

At the top of the garden is the kindergarten yard, and Zhang Jun and Yang Pan, who are in elementary school, seem to be interested in seesaws, swivel chairs, slides, and trampolines. When they are not playing, they climb over the high iron gates, climb into the yard, and play crazy with the "broken copper" that the kindergarten children don't like.

When they were late, Grandma would come back to them, usually led to kindergarten by their laughter. Then she quietly watched outside the iron gate as the two living treasures had enough, and she turned out of the iron door again.

The two little ones were running around in front, and Grandma was following closely behind.

It was already completely dark, and the street lamps lit up one after another with their laughter. Yang Pan jokingly called himself the "God of Light", wherever he went, there was light. Zhang Jun didn't believe it, so Yang Pan rushed into the dark corridor and shouted, and the lights in the entire corridor from the first floor to the fourth floor were all turned on. "Look! I am the god of light! Yang Pan's excited shouts echoed in the corridor.

Zhang Jun is very strange that he still remembers the things of the past so clearly, and even his grandmother's smile at that time was very clear.

It was as if two children were running in front of him in front of him, and laughter spread all the way. Behind them, an old man walked tremblingly, with a kind smile on his face, like a grandmother......

The wind blew, Zhang Juncai realized that it was not too early, he stood up and found Sophie holding her arms and trembling slightly.

"Cold?"

"Hmm." Sophie replied softly. The clothes that had just been soaked with sweat were blown by the wind, which made her feel the sense of winter.

Zhang Jun took off his coat, patted the soil on it, and handed it to Sophie: "Put it on, it's a little dirty, but it's ......."

"It's warm, though." Sophie, who put on her coat, said in her heart.

"I'm sorry. I'm in a bad mood, so I asked you to sit here with me for a long time. ”

"It doesn't matter. No matter how long, I'll be with you. ”

Looking at Sophie's smiling face, Zhang Jun suddenly felt that he had almost ignored her that day, and his mind was full of grandma and the past. When he didn't pay attention, Sophie stayed by his side silently, without feeling aggrieved or complaining. A feeling of emotion rose from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Jun really wanted to put her in his arms like this, no matter how strong the wind was, it would not make her feel a chill. But in this compound that everyone is familiar with, he didn't do it in the end, and his hands reached Sophie's shoulder, but he just straightened her collar.

"Let's go, go home."

Tonight's style is extraordinary, and the temperature has dropped. On this cold winter night, you can only feel warm at home.

PS: The dissertation defense is tomorrow (19th), the make-up examination has ended, and graduation is getting closer and closer to me. In the past few days, alumni selling used books can be seen everywhere on campus, and in a stall, I saw a thick stack of old magazines, all football magazines from 2000 and 2001, dozens of them, but they can all be brought back for only five yuan. While everyone was throwing things out, I spent five dollars carrying the stack of magazines back to my bedroom. On the one hand, I want to accumulate some information for writing professional leagues in the future; On the other hand, I admit that I am a little nostalgic. Looking at the 2001 magazine reports and introductions about Chinese football's qualification, I felt as if I had returned to that time when the crowd was boiling and exciting. Regardless of the performance of the Chinese football team in the World Cup, the Chinese football team still brought me a lot of joy and passion in the top 10 matches. So when a lot of people and the media were crusading against Milou, I always thanked Milou for bringing us a dream that we had been dreaming of 44 years years to come true. I wrote this novel in another way to express my dreams, and it could be the dreams of many people.

Yesterday I played the graduation farewell game, with our juniors. It turned out to be a miserable loss. I really felt the meaning of "old", a word that many people often talk about. We can't run away from the junior, we can't rob the junior, and under the scorching sound of noon, we almost collapsed. Even compared to us a year ago, we can't do it anymore. We've only played two games this term, and a year ago, we played almost every week, training every day. At that time, we were on the football field every afternoon. Now, labs, libraries, and graduate job fairs are everywhere. Football has reached the number one in the queue. After playing yesterday, I threw away all my sneakers, gloves and protective gear. I was a little depressed and wondered if I would have the opportunity to play football as happily as I did when I was a student. I doubt it, both physically and in terms of time.

But, no matter what, I won't give up on the novel. I can't show my love for football on the football field, so I write it down by hand. For others to see, and for myself as a memento, to commemorate my school days, my football.

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