Dreams are available to all, but not to everyone, and dreams require unremitting effort, a certain amount of talent, and some luck.

Many people are crazy about dreams, but dreams ruthlessly whip him, the blood of the whipping is drenched, and the body of the whipping is incomplete.

Even so, there are still many people rushing forward and rushing towards their dreams, this unattainable word.

It is true that people who do not have dreams are pathetic, but if they have dreams but cannot pursue them, the feeling is even more painful.

Obviously you can pursue it, but you suddenly find that it is just a dream, and what you originally insisted on has become a ridiculous joke, a joke that makes you want to laugh, how sad it is.

When Bowen opened his eyes, he couldn't believe his eyes, his left leg was cut off, looking at the empty trouser leg, Bowen wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, just blocked the bed in a daze, without saying a word.

Bowen's appearance frightened Bowen's mother, no matter how she talked to Bowen, Bowen didn't pay attention to her, she was very anxious, she had no choice but to call Wang Meng, although she knew that Wang Meng was very busy, but she really didn't have any way.

Fortunately, Wang Meng was going to come to see Bowen, and he had already arrived at the gate of the hospital, and hurriedly entered the hospital after receiving the call.

"What's going on?" Wang Meng saw Bowen's mother at the door of the ward.

"Bowen woke up yesterday, but he didn't say a word or eat," Bowen's mother looked worried, "I'm worried about him." ”

"I'll go in and see him." Wang Meng pushed the door and entered.

Wang Meng entered the room, and Bowen could clearly see it, but he only moved his eyes slightly, and did not make any next move.

Seeing Bowen's stunned expression, Wang Meng sighed, losing a leg, not to mention Bowen, a twelve-year-old child, even if he can't accept it, these things really shouldn't happen.

"Bowen, are you better? What do you want to eat, tell me and I'll buy it for you. Wang Meng barely squeezed out a smile and stepped forward to say to Bowen.

The blog post did not speak.

"Why don't you do that, Bowen, how about I call all the Lakers stars to see you? They are all famous NBA stars, including Kobe Bryant and Gasol. ”

The blog post still didn't speak.

Wang Meng shut his mouth sneeringly, he was only a nineteen-year-old boy, and coaxing children was really not his forte.

"Wang Meng." Just when Wang Meng didn't know what to say, Bowen suddenly spoke up, "Do you think I can still play basketball?" ”

This time it was Wang Meng's turn to be silent.

"You may not know that my father divorced my mother when I was a child, and my mother took me alone to survive in the United States." Bowen slowly told his story, "Maybe it's because of my skin color, no one plays with me, I can only be alone, whenever I see a group of white and black children playing basketball, I am very envious, I don't know when I can play basketball with them." ”

"Soon after, my mother changed jobs, and my mother and I came to Los Angeles, where I met you, except for Yao Ming, it was the first time I saw a yellow person who could be so brilliant in white and black sports, and since then I have liked you, and I secretly vowed that in the future, I will be like you, as a small man, as a yellow person in the NBA."

"So, even if I don't have legs, even if I can't jump, I can't run, I can't even walk, I" Bowen burst into tears, and for the first time since he woke up, Bowen cried out.

"Wang Meng! Promise me, you will play in the NBA with my dream, you will become the best person in the NBA, take my share, and play in the NBA together! Bowen cried out.

"I will!" Wang Meng said in a deep voice, he put Bowen's hand on his chest, "I swear, I will take your share and become stronger together!" ”

Wang Meng has never spoken so resolutely, never. "But you have to grant me a request."

"What requirements?" Bowen asked.

Wang Meng whispered a few words in Bowen's ear, Bowen nodded immediately, Wang Meng suddenly laughed, and he beckoned to Bowen's mother outside the door, "Auntie, come in, Bowen is fine." ”

"Bowen!" Bowen's mother rushed into the hospital room, hugged Bowen and cried bitterly, her eyes had been red and swollen from crying for the past two days.

"Mom, Fang Xin, I'm fine." Bowen comforted his mother very sensibly.

Looking at Bowen's appearance of a little adult, Wang Meng didn't know whether to be happy or sad, isn't it too cruel for a twelve-year-old child to bear this kind of thing?

But this is not something that people can choose, there are too many unpredictables in this world, and what people can do is to try to adapt to this world without being expected, that's all.

Bowen recovered quickly after the operation, and he was able to move on the ground after ten days, but the observation period of the transplanted organ was one month, and Bowen could not be discharged immediately.

"Mom, I want to go out for a walk." After staying in the room for more than ten days, Bowen has long been bored as a child, he said to his mother that day.

"Okay, I'll push your wheelchair." Bowen's mother said as she went out and pushed a brand new steel wheelchair.

Seeing the wheelchair his mother had prepared for him, Bowen frowned, "I don't want to be in a wheelchair, Mom." ”

Bowen's mother was stunned, "Not in a wheelchair? How do you go for a walk? ”

"I want a cane." The blog post said.

"Kid, don't make a fuss, you can use crutches, it's too heavy, you can't hold it, and you can't use it." Bowen's mother said.

"It's okay, I can do it." Bowen continued.

Bowen's mother couldn't resist Bowen, so she had to get Bowen a pair of crutches.

Children generally use wheelchairs, and if they want to use crutches, they have to be customized, and Bowen's mother certainly can't customize a crutch for Bowen in such a short time, so she brought an adult's crutches.

Bowen is just a twelve-year-old child, only about 1.4 meters tall, and a cane is almost taller than him, how can he use it?

But he didn't care so much, took the crutches, and forced himself on crutches to get up from the bed.

Due to his height, Bowen could only hold on to the lower part of his crutches, which was no different from holding on to a branch, but even so, he managed to push forward.

Slowly, he walked out of the room, slow but steady, and showed no signs of falling.

Walking to the backyard of the hospital, Bowen sat down on a stone bench in the backyard.

It was still morning, and the sun was slanting just enough to reach the backyard of the hospital, and Bowen was looking up with his eyes closed to soak up the sun.

"Wang Meng, remember our agreement, you must become the strongest player in the NBA, and I will abide by our agreement and be strong!"

On the other side, Wang Meng, who had no game to play, sweated in the Lakers' training gym.