Junior high school classmates gathered, the day was set for one dusk in early summer, and the air was choking and stuffy.
At first, I didn't know who had proposed to go back to school to see, so I raised my wrist to look at my watch, and this point was the time when school was out.
Along the way, we had a lot of fun talking, and from time to time we passed by the children carrying school bags who had just finished school, and the street would be filled with the aroma of acacia flowers in early summer, and ten years of time was just a blink of an eye, as if there was an illusion that everything had changed and everything had not changed.
Ten years ago, we had just entered junior high school, and it was the age of obsession with "Slam Dunk Master".
Walking to my left is the "fat man". As I said at the beginning of "Those Years", there is such a fat person in everyone's youth, and I am no exception. I have been classmates with the fat man since kindergarten, and he always complains about how this god is so bad, and he has never gotten rid of me from elementary school to junior high school. I grab him when I eat, I grab him when I play games, I shoot him when I play basketball, I make mistakes in his defense. I think he must have been too dissatisfied with me, and if he had gone back to that time, he would have been able to nag and spit out half an hour of bitter water.
Walking in front were Wang Xiao monkey, Woolloose and Jin Duoduo.
At that time, Wang Xiao monkey loved basketball the most, practiced ball the most diligently, determined to do China's cherry blossom road, only junior high school is already close to one meter eight, but the temper is too good, so everyone is willing to play with him in a group.
Woolmes loved Langtou the most, and also learned mitsui to leave a long hair that was neither male nor female, and as a result, the class teacher called the parents to forcibly shave a bald, and the laughter made the brothers' stomachs hurt for several days.
There is also Jin Duoduo, the feeling of stepping on the bench dunk was very cool, and it should be quite painful to fall.
Memories of days associated with basketball are dull. I love the early summer evenings of the stadium, where the school's playground smells of acacia flowers, facing a street lamp and a vending machine.
Perhaps these past events are just a scoop of water in life, but they bring people back to the past from time to time. Just a look, a back, a burst of acacia flowers floating in the street. In ten years, we have all grown from a teenager who knows how to hold a basketball and only throw and shoot randomly to a man who has to bear the pressure of life.
Maybe God finally heard Ulmos's wish, and my separation from Ulmos didn't come too far. After graduating from junior high school, I was admitted to the city key, and three years later, I was admitted to Peking University and became a "North Drifter". He fell out again after a year of re-study, entered a vocational school, and became a chef in charge.
And Wang Xiao Monkey also failed to become Sakuragi Hanamichi, after entering high school, his height has been stuck at one meter eight, and later he also entered the school team, but there is no special performance. Now I have gone to college, become a program ape, and sit in the computer room all day to deal with computers. Woolmes and Kimdodo went to the same high school as me because they were at the bottom of the class at the beginning, so they were ordered by teachers and parents to stay away from the court.
I voraciously breathed in the air mixed with the aroma of acacia flowers, and it was always emotional to reminisce about the past. Soon the familiar stadium and the street lamp came into view, and as we walked, the school was in front of us.
Involuntarily, the eyes of the five of us were attracted by the familiar scene, Wang Xiao monkey smiled and said, remember no, once we climbed over the wall to play ball, was found by the security guards, and as a result, all four of us ran away, and the fat man was caught. Kimdor and Ulmos clapped their hands and laughed that there was such a thing. The fat man also smiled, and he touched his belly, which was much more rounded than in junior high school, and said that he did not suffer less at that time.
We laughed and teased Woolles about the bald head of Woolles at the time, the little electric donkey of uncle security guard, and even talked about the most exciting national competition in "Slam Dunk Master". The sky gradually darkened, and the street lamps along the road made a "Zizi" sound, and then changed from orange to bright yellow.
At this time, I remembered the words that Long Yingtai had written in the book: If, when we were twelve years old, there were also fiery phoenix flowers outside the window, the stream was still fish and shrimp playing in the babbling, wild snakes crawled slowly along the tropical ivy, and then lay down on the stones to bask in the sun, if, we have such a person with a very old soul, sitting on the podium, with a kind and calm voice to say to us:
"Children, you who are twelve today, if you meet again in forty years, you will find that after fifty of you, two will suffer from severe depression, two will die of illness or accident, five will still struggle with daily food and clothing, one-third will feel that they are not very happy in marriage, one will commit suicide, and two will have cancer." 」
Unfortunately, in my youth, I never met such a person with a very old soul, and fortunately there was none. When I was a teenager, Yuhiko Inoue's "Slam Dunk Master" was sweating on the basketball court. The camera soars upwards, a small basketball, like a gift from Heaven, fell into our group of ordinary and stupid people, and since then we have a bloody dream in our lives, the strength to fight together, and the pride of high-fives. After ten years have passed, there is a good way to remember together.
Feeling depressed in vain, I shook my head, trying to drive away the anachronistic thought. I turned my head to suggest that maybe we would have another ball game, but found that the topic had been replaced by the topic of civil servants. It was as if a chapter had been turned over. I inexplicably had a feeling like a fish in my throat, and everyone was still laughing, as if to bury a sigh, and finally gradually bulged into a protruding point, and the pimples were choked in the throat, and they couldn't swallow it.