Duan Cheng's words disturbed Wang Lizhong's heart.

"Senior brother, if you agree to come, I'll give you a hand! You're the head coach, I'm the assistant coach! ”

Duan Cheng's sincere, earnest eyes kept coming to Wang Lizhong's mind, so that he didn't even notice his son's question.

"Dad! Father! My old daddy!! Wang Yu saw that his father would not beat him for a long time, and while raising his voice, his hand was constantly waving in Wang Lizhong.

Father and son sat at the table facing each other, eating dinner without their mother's participation, and chatting about games and training without a word.

Wang Yu didn't hear Duan Cheng's invitation to his father, and naturally he couldn't understand why his father came back from school as if he had lost his soul, and he was distracted when he spoke.

"Dad, did you listen to me!" roared loudly, and finally recalled Wang Lizhong's "god".

"What are you shouting? Not a spark of decency. Although it was a criticism, Wang Lizhong always maintained a steady mood, "What did you just say?" ”

Wang Yu had no choice but to repeat his question again: "Dad, why do you want to go to school with me today?" ”

This is something that Wang Yu didn't figure out all afternoon.

Dad has been at home for too long, so he wants to go out and let off steam? No, as long as the weather is good enough, my dad will play chess with the old men in the community in the park......

Daddy curious about my team? It's even more unlikely, I haven't been curious since I was a child.

Want to play basketball? It's even more impossible!

I want to squeeze out Mr. Duan's job and apply for a coach???

Wang Yu was shocked by his own idea - is he crazy? Aren't you afraid that your mother will cry?

The more he thought about it, the more biased he became, Wang Yu could only choose the easiest way to solve the doubts in his heart, that is, to ask them!

"Oh, that's what you say." Looking at the doubts in his son's eyes, Wang Lizhong didn't sell it, "I'll go and see if you play basketball as well as you blow." ”

Wang Lizhong took a mouthful of fish-flavored shredded meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it fragrantly. Wang Yu was choked by his father's words.

"Ahhh

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Slow down!" Wang Lizhong wanted to stand up and pat his son on the back, but found that he couldn't stand up - his crutches were not at hand - so he could only show concern with his eyes.

Wang Yushun was angry, and said angrily: "You are an insult to my personality!" ”

"mia~mia~mia~" Wang Lizhong chewed slowly and ate a mouthful of food before speaking, "Don't give me a line, I just want to be sure." ”

Talking about his father—in fact, he has never won against his father since he was a child, who boasts of being smart and sharp-toothed—Wang Yu decided to go down the slope and get off the donkey: "Then what are you sure about?" ”

"That's it." Wang Lizhong continued to eat.

When Wang Yu heard this, he was not happy: "What do you call it like that?!" That's what that's going on, huh? ”

"Do you really want to hear it?" Wang Lizhong put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Wang Yu.

"Hmm!" Wang Yu nodded seriously.

"The technology is okay, the consciousness is good, too impulsive, not very mature."

In addition to Wang Lizhong's desire to win and defeat without explicitly denying Wang Yu, he basically did not affirm him in all dimensions, after all, Wang Yu only played a few minutes of the game - in those few minutes, Duan Cheng kept asking Wang Lizhong questions, so that Wang Lizhong didn't look too carefully, but just had a basic judgment.

"Okay? Not bad? Immature?? Wang Yu suppressed his eyebrows that jumped wildly because of dissatisfaction, adjusted his tone and said to his father: "Dad, am I so bad?" ”

"emm..."Wang Lizhong hesitated, he didn't actually want to stimulate his son, he was quite satisfied with Wang Yu's basic situation.

But looking at Wang Yu holding his head with one hand and covering his heart with the other, he also felt that his expression might be a little too harsh to reach his son's ears.

So Wang Lizhong said: "Why don't you give an example to refute it?" ”

"Rebuttal?! Never mind! Never mind! Dine! Don't approve of pulling down! I'm the tactical core of our team anyway! Wang Yu picked up the bowl angrily and pulled two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth!

"Tactical core?" Wang Lizhong was puzzled, "Where does your team have tactics?" ”

Because of this sentence, Wang Yu didn't say a word to his father until his mother came back and said goodnight to his mother, and he didn't say a word to his father in his bedroom!

Lin Xiang looked at Wang Yu's abnormal performance, and couldn't help but ask Wang Lizhong: "Did you make your son unhappy?" Aren't they usually on the same front as you? Why is it so abnormal today that I don't say a word to you? ”

"Hey, the kid has a temper!" Wang Lizhong coped.

Lin Xiang walked to Wang Lizhong's side, squatted down, sat on the prepared small bench, and then gently lifted Wang Lizhong's feet out of the foot soaking bucket, and gently wiped the water marks on them with a towel.

She first put one of Wang Lizhong's legs on her knees, then supported her heels with one hand, and grabbed Wang Lizhong's toes with the other hand to assist him in moving up and down.

After moving her toes on both feet, she massaged Wang Lizhong's leg muscles inch by inch along the ankles with both hands, until both legs were massaged, and there was a layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

In the past fifteen years, no matter how busy she is, Lin Xiang will massage Wang Lizhong's legs like this every night, and she has never fallen for a day.

Wang Lizhong wiped away the sweat drops from his lover's sideburns with his hand, his eyes full of tenderness and apology.

"Xiang'er, don't bother, there's no reaction anyway." Wang Lizhong took Lin Xiang's hand and motioned for him to sit on the sofa.

"You don't care, I'll be happy." As always, Lin Xiang disagreed with Wang Lizhong's statement, but he didn't say much sour words such as "it will definitely get better" and "don't give up".

The husband and wife sit opposite each other in the living room, one in a wheelchair and the other on a sofa.

Wang Lizhong saw his virtuous and strong wife, and for a time broke all the psychological construction he had done.

He wanted to confess to her, tell Wang Yu about playing basketball, and talk to her about his own desire to be a coach. But when he saw his wife's gentle eyes, he hesitated.

"You say, I don't lose my temper."

One sentence made Wang Lizhong, who was originally guilty, surprised with a deeper sense of guilt.

"Huh?" He subconsciously asked.

"Well, don't you want to tell me some 'little secret'?" Lin Xiang smiled playfully, making Wang Lizhong in a trance, thinking that he had seen the eighteen-year-old Lin Xiang.

Putting away his complicated thoughts, he was relieved - yes, she had always been the smartest and most considerate.

"Yes, there are a lot of little secrets I want to confess to you." Wang Lizhong also smiled with relief, "It's just that I forgot for a while, you have always been on my side." ”

Wang Lizhong took Lin Xiang's hand and put it in his palm, and couldn't help but kiss these hands that had worked hard for half his life.

"What I'm going to say, maybe you know, is Ah Yu......"

"Shh......h We went to the room and said. ”

With that, Lin Xiang got up and pushed Wang Lizhong back to his bedroom, and gently closed the door.