After the preliminary competition of "A Dream of Red Mansions", the crew of "The Legend of the Hosta" continued to rehearse non-stop. It was not until three days before the scheduled performance that Director Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole play was generally fine, so he gave everyone a day off to adjust their state in time. On the morning of the rest day, Tong Anzhi called Qingcheng and asked her to go shopping at the ShoppingMall next to the Kunqu Theater. Qingcheng thought that he had nothing else to do, so he readily agreed.
The two strolled around for a long time, and Tong Anzhi gained a lot. Although Qingcheng didn't choose anything, it was quite enjoyable. The two came out of the back door, crossed a road, and arrived at the old building of the Baizhou City Gymnasium.
There is an outdoor basketball court in the old hall. Because of the age, the barbed wire around the basketball court has been rusted, but fortunately, there are green trees on all sides, and there are horizontal bars and sand next to it. This is the memory of many Baizhou people in their youth, and now people seem to have forgotten it, and few people play here again.
"Hey, isn't that Su Ge and the others?" Tong Anzhi said, pointing to the three people playing in the stadium.
Green orange also saw. Tong Anzhi was very happy, and dragged her to go there: "Our group occasionally goes there to play ball to relax. The one in white seems to be Yan Yan, the one who played Lv Mengzheng in the 'Red House Preliminary Tournament'."
"Remember." Qingcheng didn't want to go, but he didn't want to spoil Tong Anzhi's interest.
The two crossed the road and walked along the barbed wire into the stadium. Shen Jiajue saw them first and said hello, "Is the boy here?"
"Hey, keep going."
Tong Anzhi took Qingcheng to the steps beside the court to sit side by side.
At this time, Yan Yan was skillfully dribbling the ball. He had just flashed past Shen Jiajue, but was successfully grabbed by Su Po from one side. Seeing him take three or two steps and take a hook shot, the basketball comes out of his hands and falls in a beautiful arc into the center of the hoop.
After that, the three of them fought back and forth for about five minutes, until Yan Yan shouted to stop: "Don't fight. Uncle, you won because of home field advantage, let me tell you."
Super doesn't care: "Whatever you say."
Yan Yan took the lead in walking towards Qingcheng and the others.
"Is this all right?" Tong Anzhi stood up and glanced at the three of them, "Brother Yan, why do I think you are getting shorter and shorter? It must be that the food in Haishi is not to your taste. I think you are still Huibai. State."
"Tong Meiren, did Chen Tuan give you bonuses, and you helped dig people in the group like this?" Yan Yan picked up his drink bottle, twisted it open, took a sip, and said, "But you talked about my sadness. Now, I used to be taller than my uncle!"
"The hero doesn't mention the braveness of those years." Su Po smiled.
"Hey, this beauty looks familiar." Yan Yan looked at Qingcheng with dark eyes.
Qingcheng had only seen him on the stage of the "Red Mansion Preliminary Competition", and he really couldn't understand how he would look familiar to him.
Yan Yan thought about it for a while, but couldn't really remember, so he gave up, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I'm Yan Yan. Serious Yan, rocky rock."
Qingcheng shook his hand back generously: "Hello, Mr. Yan, my name is Xu Qingcheng. The green of the grass is the green of the orange, and the orange of the orange."
She couldn't see that Yan Yan and Su Po were superior in Kunqu Opera artistic attainments, but in reality, one of them was energetic and heroic, the other was elegant and Zhou Zheng, but they each had their own merits.
At this time, the basketball that was forgotten by everyone suddenly rolled over and hit Yan Yan's feet. Yan Yan released Qingcheng's hand, quickly picked up the ball, and threw it at Super: "Why did you hit me?"
"It's the ball that hit you, not me." Super had already walked to Yan Yan's side. After he caught the ball, he threw it to the edge of the barbed wire.
"Probably you've held the beautiful woman's hand for too long, and Brother Su can't stand it anymore." Tong Anzhichong and Yan Yan blinked.
Yan Yan understood, turned around and walked towards the horizontal bar where the clothes were hanging: "Then I have to put my clothes on quickly, lest my uncle call me a hooligan later."
Shen Jiajue is an honest person, watching them go back and forth with each other, but can't get in, just smile.
"No, I'm going to QQ space to look up the photos to prove that I was really taller than Lao Su. Two beauties, wait. Haha!" Yan Yan said while putting on his clothes, feeling that he must save some face.
At this time, Qingcheng felt that Supo's eyes seemed to fall on him. She turned to look at him, just glanced at each other, and moved away as if nothing had happened.
Yan Yan took out his mobile phone efficiently, swiped through some group photos and individual photos, and finally stopped at a group photo of three people.
By chance, Qingcheng saw this old photo—
The three young people gathered together, and through their faces, they could tell that the one who smiled the most was Shen Jiajue, the tall and thin one was Yan Yan, and the other, Bai Jing and handsome, was a little shorter than the other two, but he was outstanding. The appearance still allows people to see him at a glance, it is Super.
This face is like a key, instantly opening the young memory that Qingcheng has worked hard to seal. Her heartbeat began to speed up, and scenes flashed quickly before her eyes...
"Brother Su's face hasn't changed much." Tong Anzhi enlarged the photo, and only Su Po's face remained on the entire screen.
Qingcheng stared at the screen intently, and suddenly felt a sense of confusion in time and space.
"Orange, don't you think so?" Tong Anzhi asked.
Qingcheng nodded dazedly: "It's not big."
Yan Yan was enraged: "Don't just look at Lao Su, you are taller than you are! I was taller than him at that time, right?"
Tong Anzhi: "Yes, yes, you are tall and you are tall... Hey, no, Brother Su cut his hair short at that time, which can be a lot worse."
"I remember at that time, Yan Yan was indeed the tallest among their peers." Shen Jiajue finally spoke.
"Brother Shen, you are really my savior." Yan Yan wrapped Shen Jiajue's shoulder excitedly.
"But when you graduate, Super will be taller than you."
"Brother Shen..."
While they were talking about this, Supper didn't say a word, just listened.
Qingcheng didn't speak, because her mind was still stuck in the past. At that time, he grabbed her wrist and crossed the road. The warm sun is warm, just like today... The heart of adolescence is dark, with sourness and sweetness. She had to admit that except for the bad results, everything else was actually pretty good.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a hint of warmth on the back of her hand - it was Super who "accidentally" touched her hand. She raised her head blankly, and saw the smiling face again in a trance. She smiled at him.
The three people who played the ball were sweating all over and needed to go to the regiment to take a bath. Yan Yan asked the two girls if Gao was happy to wait for them for ten minutes, then went back to have a cup of tea together. Because Tong Anzhi was going to see her boyfriend later, she regretted that she could only make an appointment next time. Qingcheng naturally wouldn't go either. She felt that she was in a really bad state today - she didn't say anything, and she didn't have anything to laugh at people. The lesson from the past, how could I forget it in a blink of an eye
About a quarter of an hour later, Supo and Yan Yan took a shower and changed their clothes and came out. Both of them had short hair, so their hair dried as soon as they were blown.
The two were waiting for Shen Jiajue in the corridor.
Yan Yan's mouth couldn't be idle, and after chatting a few new things in the circle while waiting, he said, "I said, uncle, what is your Mumu sacred? You are single so far for her sake? Don't chase after her? , will you be widowed and lonely for the rest of your life?"
Su Po was standing by the window looking at a camellia outside, when he looked back at him: "My dad left early, I'm a 'lonely' at best, and 'widow and widowhood' really dare not be. Isn't it normal for the right person to stay single before?"
"Tongmei is not beautiful enough? Not pleasing to the eye?"
"She has a master." Supper said, "Even if she doesn't have a master, it's impossible." Inappropriate.
Yan Yan clicked his tongue twice: "Boss Su is really picky. How about that Xu Qingcheng just now? He's beautiful and talented."
"How do you know she's talented?"
Yan Yan opened his mouth and came: "Eyes. Eyes flow and look forward to brilliance. People without talent will not have such eyes..."
Super smiled, neither agreeing nor refuting.
"The orange of the orange." Yan Yan muttered, and suddenly smiled, "An Zhi calls her Orange Orange, next to the word Orange, Orange Orange and Mumu, it's almost the same, isn't it?"
Super didn't answer this time, just looked at him like that.
Yan Yan originally just joked and told a joke to be humorous, but Su Po's glance made him feel something special.
Not to mention, after thinking about it for a while, Boss Yan really figured out something.
"What do you mean when you bowed your head and smiled when Miss Xu smiled at you just now? Shy and timid?"
Su Po replied calmly, "I'm afraid of your size."
Yan Yan continued indifferently: "When she was leaving, you stopped the car for her and said 'go home early to rest', just like taking care of your family. You dare to say that you have no evil thoughts?"
"Evil thoughts?" Yes. Obsession, even more.
He also didn't know when that obsession changed and turned into evil thoughts.
There was a red light ahead and the taxi stopped at the intersection. Qingcheng turned his head and looked out the window. In November, the leaves of the street trees turned golden yellow, and occasionally a few pieces fell. There were few pedestrians on the road, only a young couple walking together.
When the car started again, Qingcheng looked at the people and Jing outside the window and quickly retreated, as if time passed, bringing her back to her "first love".
The memory that she had thought she had almost forgotten back then would reappear from time to time since she saw him, and it became clearer and clearer. She seemed to have drunk the altar of "Drunken Life and Dreaming of Death" in the movie "Evil and Poison in the West". The more she wondered if she had forgotten, the more clearly she remembered.
This is not the most serious, the most serious thing is that she has not liked anyone else in the past eight or nine years. When I study hard, I don't feel anything. Now that I think about it, I don't know if it's "it was once difficult for the sea".