"Dad, I said, I don't want to learn any music and sports, I just want to learn to draw, I like to draw!" 13-year-old Lu Xiang defended his father.

"Good, Xiang'er, Dad is all for your good! Your mom loves to sing too! Lu Qingchen smiled and persuaded Lu Xiang.

"Mommy, Mom! Why did the mother who only lived in your mouth never come back to see me, and for her, is it happy to leave you and me here and work alone? ”

Lu Qingchen was shocked by Lu Xiang's words, and really didn't know what to say.

"It's been thirteen years, since I remember things, I haven't seen the so-called mother, I don't even, I don't even have any impression, I don't even know what she looks like, how do you want me to like it, miss her?"

Lu Qingchen remained silent and gritted his teeth.

"Dad, what I like is art, not what Mom likes."

Lu Qingchen finally spoke; "I'm sorry, Xiang'er, it's Dad who misses Mom too much, Dad is too persistent, you are my baby, how can I let you do what I want? What you say makes sense, what you like to learn, let's learn, Dad doesn't stop you, Dad gives you advice, no matter what you do, where you go in the future, what you do, you must remember that Dad will always be in your something, Dad will always support you! ”

Lu Xiang, who was about to cry, laughed out loud at that moment and hugged his father tightly.

"Xiang'er, Dad will always be here."

Lu Qingchen's voice may be heard by every father.

"Okay, I know, since I was a child, my father's favorite is me, every time I have something to eat, let Jiang He wait by the side, let me eat first, you are a little too much."

Jiang He, who was listening on the side, glanced at Jiang Elegy and whispered; "You know what you do!"

Jiang Elegy's father's laughter came from the other end of the phone, and people couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute!"

"Okay, come back and stay safe!" Jiang Elegy hung up the phone.

"Tomorrow the process of Paris Fashion Week will begin, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready!" Xia Ming replied to Dongyidu.

"Is Xia Yifeng still here?"

"He came last year, but he won't come this year." Xia Ming then answered the question.

Dongyi sighed; "Also, he's still busy running the company, and it's a shame to go back to Paris once a year."

Xia Ming looked at Dongyi and shook his head and laughed.

"If only I were that handsome!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone slept well that day and seemed to be ready to sprint for the next day.

"Jiang Jiang, the game will start in a while, are you mentally prepared?"

"You asked me early in the morning, it's half past seven now, it's dark, you still ask me, I've been training for half a day, I'm ready."

Jiang Zhixia smiled without saying a word, patted Jiang Jiang on the shoulder, and turned around and walked to the viewing platform.

Today is the home of No. 5 Middle School.

"Welcome to today's game, let's talk about the score first, it was Qingzhong who played well in a game, took the lead in winning the match point, and the total score was 3:1 Qingzhong lead, today, Qingzhong continued to win the first trophy in the history of the school, or the fifth middle school turned the tide and pulled back a game, let's cheer for them together, the game will start immediately."

With a few seconds left to countdown, the eight o'clock game officially begins!

3！ 2！ 1！

Qingzhong got the first attack, Yang Qi passed the ball to the backfield, Jiang Jiang attacked with the ball, today's five middle schools are significantly more active than a few days ago, the defensive state is obviously more active, which makes Jiang Jiang's dribbling very unbearable, turned his head to see Deng Ruoxing, wanted to pass the ball, just shot was interrupted by Qinglin Wu, Jiang Jiang shook his head.

Yang Qi and Deng Ruoxing hurriedly returned to defense, but they were attacked by Qinglin No. 5 Middle School.

The situation formed a situation of 4 to 2, the opponent was too many, Qingzhong could not defend, the first attack was lost, and the score was 0:2 Qinglin No. 5 Middle School.

Often for the backward side, time passes faster and faster, but unfortunately the bigger the feel of Qinglin No. 5 Middle School, the better, obviously the rhythm of Qinglin Middle School is controlled, the end of the first quarter, the score gap is not big, but the problem exposed by Qinglin Middle School is too big.

Qinglin Middle School 19:23 Qinglin No. 5 Middle School.

"Nervous? Nervous? Nervous? Dongyi deliberately whispered next to Xia Ming.

"I'll tell you, if you make my mind in my ear again, I'll kick you." Xia Ming warns Dongyidu.

Dongyi glanced at his watch; "Okay, okay, let's stop playing, it's half past one, and it's going to start in a few hours, don't you want to prepare?"

Xia Ming glanced at Dongyidu and pursed her lips; "Tsk, forget it, I want to get some sleep."

Dongyi nodded; "Go ahead, you remember to set the alarm clock, and I'll call you when it's time."

Xia Ming turned her head and left, not forgetting to reply; "Thanks!"

The players return to the pitch and start the second game.

In the second quarter of the game, Jiang Jiang played very confused in the first three minutes, made a mistake in passing, the dribble was broken, and the pitch did not score, and almost every Qingzhong fan present was silent.

The worse he played, the more the score was played, and in the remaining 4 minutes of the second quarter, Coach Qingzhong made a bold decision to replace Jiang Jiang and Chang Cheng to play guard.

Lu Xiang, who was sitting watching the game, was silent.

I don't know when, she lowered her head and remembered something from the past.

"My baby Xiang'er, what are you doing here?" Lu Qingchen watched Lu Xiang draw on the ground with a branch.

"Dad, I'm drawing!"

Lu Qingchen snatched the branch from Lu Xiang's hand; "Xiang'er, it's nothing good to draw, let's learn to sing."

Lu Xiang frowned, pursed his lips, and said disappointedly; "Okay."

Lu Qingchen took out the radio at home and fiddled with it for a long time, disassembling it and knocking it again, and finally released the sound.

"Xiang'er, are you good at listening to this song!"

Lu Xiang was still frowning; "Sounds good."

I stopped listening to songs for three years, and suddenly one day, Lu Xiang was fed up with the life he hated and began to argue with his father; "Do you like music a lot?"

"Yes! Your mother and I met because of music. ”

Lu Xiang wanted to speak, but the mouth shape that had just come out was retracted and he took a deep breath; "Dad, I don't like music, I don't like it, I don't like singing, I don't like listening to songs."

After hearing these words, Lu Qingchen was so shocked that he couldn't recover, and stood in place in a daze, blinking his eyes; "So, didn't you say that the music was good two years ago?"

"I'm sorry, father, I really don't like it, since I was ten years old, I was told that I was drawing on the ground with a branch, and my love in this life can only be painting, I like to draw!"

Lu Qingchen was silent as always, watching his father like this, he could only continue to talk by himself.

"For three years, you have always wanted me to learn music and learn to sing, you think you are right, you have never understood me, from the moment you snatched my branches, I was very sad, you took my pen and took away my soul, I have been in a state of uselessness for these three years, I really want to tell you that I have no interest in music."

Lu Qingchen looked at Lu Xiang.

"I really resist!"

"Qingzhong called a timeout again, there are still 2 minutes left in the second quarter of the game, the score of the two sides is 30:41 in Qinglin Middle School, Jiang Jiang, who has the most MVPs in the regular season, also refreshed the data that he has never stood out in this game, the number of mistakes, but I believe that Jiang Jiang can quickly find his form, let us look forward to the game back."

Jiang Jiang looked at the viewing platform again, I don't know when Lu Xiang raised his head, Jiang Jiang smiled at Lu Xiang, Lu Xiang was expressionless, staring at Jiang Jiang directly.

Jiang Jiang frowned, as if asking; "What's wrong?"

Lu Xiang didn't answer, didn't react, she was reminiscing, or remembering something.

"Our life is full of unhappiness, unwillingness or sadness, but these make us more happy, emotional, these unhappiness, unwillingness make us resist, heartily. Maybe one day I'll be interested in this, but right now, if I don't like it, I don't like it, and if I resist, I resist it from the bottom of my heart. I won't accept it, this is the seventeen-year-old me, the seventeen-year-old Lu Xiang! ”

"Perhaps, I'll like you!" Lu Xiang came back to his senses, saw Jiang Jiang staring at him, and said a lip word to him.

"I think you're going to win?" Jiang Jiang interpreted it like this, raised his neck and laughed, and compared yes to Lu Xiang!

At the beginning of the third quarter, Jiang Jiang returned to the court, and Chang Cheng was also on the court, replacing Yang Ge, a new set of lineup, which could completely catch one of the five by surprise.

As the coach of Qingzhong expected, because of Yang Ge's sudden replacement of Changcheng, the fifth middle school returned to defense too fast, and Qingzhong slowed down the offensive rhythm, which greatly consumed the physical strength of Qinglin No. 5 Middle School.

Yang Qi attacked with the ball, and because of the reason of retaining his physical strength, a slam dunk finally ignited the enthusiasm of Qingzhong fans who had been silent for a long time.

"Wow, Yang Qi's goal is really amazing, his physical fitness is fantastic, and he was such a dunk last year, and it also ignited the whole game."

"Yes, how do you feel, the score can still be chased, and the hope of winning the championship is still retained!"

"Don't think about it, that is, let Yang Qi detain one, how can you still let you chase it back?"

There was a lot of discussion in the viewing platform, each cheering for the home team, who can win this game?

This shackle not only ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, but also caused a foul in Qinglin No. 5, played 2+1, and successfully brought the score closer and closer.

I have to say that the coach of Qingzhong is really in place in terms of tactical arrangement.

"Run, run, they don't have the stamina!" The coach shouted wildly off the pitch.

Yang Qi glanced at the Nets, then turned to Jiang Jiang and said; "Next ball, over to you!"

Jiang Jiang responded to Yang Qi and looked at the viewing platform again.