He ran in Zhangjia Village

White dirt road

On either side are tall aspens

The wilderness in December

Exhale into a fog

Eyebrow cream

Birds fly between trees

Fly after him

Chasing the wind

possess

The power that cannot be placed

Used to run, chase and release

Chasing the wind

possess

The power that cannot be placed

Used to pursue, try, and disappoint

Galloping

The tiny one

Chasing the wind

possess

The power that cannot be placed

Actually, it is

Passion, courage and hope

……

——Zhang Mian, "The Boy Chasing the Wind"

Every time I hear "I

BelieveICanFly", Zhang Mian would remember when he was in Gaojiacun Middle School, every time he read in the morning, he could see the teenager practicing on the basketball hoop on the school's playground.

When this teenager first saw Zhang Lu who appeared in the early morning, he had just finished a three-step basket action, but unfortunately the ball did not go in after a turn on the ball frame, he picked up the ball and put it on his right hand to hold it, and looked at the other teenager who appeared in the playground with a book in some surprise, and after a short pause, he continued to play basketball.

The playground of Gaojiacun Middle School is located on the west side of the school and is separated by a wall of the school, and there is only a horizontal bar, parallel bars and a basketball hoop on the playground, and the whole playground is extremely empty.

Zhang Mian became familiar with the teenager after they exchanged glances and smiles several times over the course of a week.

In fact, Zhang Yizhen can't remember whether the morning of their first conversation was clear or misty, for the sake of insurance and to render that special day. arranged for him to be in a perfect hollow ball on the morning of the bag, the ball went in, he excitedly faced the air is a set of combination punches, after seeing his gaffe, embarrassed to smile at Zhang Xuan, but could not hide the full of pride.

"I haven't seen you before."

"I just came here this semester, and you just had a great ball."

"It's okay, you're the first student I've seen in my three years of practice come to morning reading for a week."

"You're also the only guy I've seen playing basketball every morning for a week."

"My name is Niu Fangqiang, I am in the third or fourth class of junior high school, I will not study after graduation, and I spend more time on the playground than in the classroom."

"Oh, my name is Zhang Xuan, junior high school 31, except for rain and snow, I basically come to read in the morning every day."

"Do you know Jordan?"

"I don't know, I know someone named Li Dan."

"No, how could you not know it, you deliberately said you didn't know. He is famous all over the world. He was a little taken aback, as if it was an incredible thing not to know Jordan.

"Do you know Dante?"

"What? Dante, is it a human name? ”

"It's a poet, and he's famous all over the world, and you don't know him any more than I don't know what Dan you said."

"Jordan is an NBA star, my idol, I have a poster of him on the wall of my house, I'll show you someday." Speaking of Jordan, this young man named Niu Fangqiang, who was about the same age as Zhang Mian, had excitement in his eyes.

This is exactly the same as Cao Xiaoshan's expression when he peeked at his cousin's bath, and Hu Dong peeked at the girls' dormitory and narrated in front of Zhang Mian.

"Why didn't you finish junior high school?"

"I'm not reading material. After graduating, I went to work in other places. ”

"Will you continue to play basketball?"

"Definitely, it's my biggest hobby, unless I can't do it anymore." Niu Fangqiang put the ball on the index finger of his left hand and rotated, with a firm face, and you can see the kind of stubbornness that only young people can see on his face.

"I hope you keep it up." This reminded Zhang Mian of his hobby that he once died.

He didn't answer Zhang Mian, he smiled very happily, Zhang Mian had never seen a teenager smile so good-looking, like a flower blooming in the sun, healthy and firm.

This reminded Zhang Mian of his hobby of calligraphy that he had insisted on for a year.

At that time, in the fourth grade of primary school, there was a red class, using a brush to draw hollow characters, if the writing was good, the teacher would make a red circle under the word, a page of twelve words Zhang Mian each time at least ten red circles, which greatly ignited Zhang Mian's love for calligraphy.

He asked for money to buy a brush, and practiced calligraphy in various places where he could write with the strange smell of ink, on the old textbooks, on the white paper on which the words were written, and wrote on the sycamore leaves in the autumn, and that year he was completely obsessed with writing calligraphy, and a pirated copy of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy was about to be turned over, and the calligraphy was stolen from his second uncle of the calligrapher.

He was still going to school and leaving school every day, going to the door of other people's houses to figure out the Spring Festival couplets that had not fallen off the New Year's stickers, and he was almost bitten by a dog several times.

Once, Zhang Mian listened to his second uncle say that Wang Xizhi used nine jars of water to write calligraphy and became a generation of scholars.

So when Zhang Mian wrote ninety bottles of ink, he felt that he could also show it.

He could have a hunch that in the future, the villagers of the entire Zhangjia Village would be proud of the fact that Zhangjia Village had produced a calligrapher named after Wang Xizhi.

On a quiet afternoon when his two sisters were not at home, he moved a stool and wrote a poem "Spring Dawn" on the freshly painted white wall opposite the bed in his sister's room.

The effort pays off, the effect of writing is really first-class, the font is strong and powerful, and the pen force goes straight into the wall, so that I can see it relaxed.

Zhang Mian's satisfaction was no less than that of Niu Fangqiang's dedication to hollow blue.

The evening after writing calligraphy is definitely an unforgettable evening, and those who are familiar with Zhang Mian know that when Zhang Mian mentions the evening, the sky is full of sunset, and there is no sunset in that evening, and the sky is overcast.

This pair of wall calligraphy that has never been seen before or after was first discovered by the sharp-eyed eldest sister Zhang Xuan, who only heard a scream, and then the second sister who came back together seemed to be deliberately competing with the eldest sister, and almost lost her breath after a scream.

It's not so exaggerated, they've only been writing for a year, and they're so shocked, and they blame themselves for not showing them usually.

Low-key troublemaker.

At this time, Zhang Mian felt that it was too much if he didn't appear again, so he walked out of the hall step by step.

"Little brother, the writing on the wall is written by you, and I paid you to buy ink to let you write on the wall."

Something seems to be wrong.

After saying that, the eldest sister who hurt Zhang Mian the most was the first to shoot at him, and then the second sister also arrived, this is the most tacit understanding that Zhang Mian has ever seen in his life, and it is used to beat Zhang Mian this time.

"Sister, the weather is bad today, the light is dark, you can take a look again, take a look again." Zhang Mian cried and said, I was really beaten and cried, and this painting style changed too quickly.

Most of them are grievances, Zhang Mian should write in the hall, how can women, especially women like my sister who have never been out of Zhangjia Village, know calligraphy.

The scratched hair was like an explosion, and Zhang Mian complained to his mother who returned home for the first time.

"Who hit it?" Zhang Mian's mother was also taken aback, she looked like this bear, if it weren't for the sound, it is estimated that she would not be able to recognize it at a glance.

"My sister hit me." When Zhang Mian saw the rescuers, he howled like a wolf.

"Which sister?" The mother is obviously angry, and she can't be naughty like this, she doesn't have a childlike type.

"The two of them fought together." Zhang Mian cried heartbroken, especially the eldest sister who had never beaten him since she was a child.

When her mother pulled Zhang Mian to her sister's room, and when she saw the calligraphy of "Spring Dawn" on the wall at a glance, Zhang Mian's hand obviously felt her mother shake, and before the two sisters could open their mouths to defend themselves, Zhang Mian was subdued by her mother's classic left-handed waist pressing action, and then her buttocks hurt hotly.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the mother was completely unprepared, otherwise it would have been a mallet to greet the ass.

On that sad evening, Zhang Mian was beaten twice in less than an hour, which completely shattered Zhang Mian's calligraphy dream.

These three women are so cruel.

When he learned that Niu Fangqiang could stick to his hobby for three years and that it was possible to continue, Zhang Mian was extremely envious in his heart.

In that year in Gaojia Village, Zhang Mian sat on the horizontal bar of the playground to read a book many mornings, and when he was tired, he watched Niu Fangqiang play, and sometimes, he would put down his book and run to throw two three-non-stick balls, which made Niu Fangqiang laugh for a while.

More often, Zhang Mian watched his young body running and moving in the morning sun not far away, watching him sweat excitedly under the light and shadow, and watching him smile happily after throwing in a satisfactory ball.