After the breakup, I brought glory to my family and country

Chapter 38 Chapter 038: Scars

Xiao Songzhi's mood softened a little, and her long and thick eyelashes were covered with teardrops, blocking her front sight.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and finally saw the little boy's face clearly.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes look pure and flawless on his pink and jade face. He is wearing a black and white spliced ​​jersey. There is a big number 7 in the middle of the jersey, and "DURANT" is written above the number.

"DURANT." Xiao Songzhi read each letter and nodded, very seriously.

She is already in second grade. Although she doesn't know how to pronounce them together, she still knows the letters.

"Is this your English name?" Xiao Songzhi asked, blinking his big eyes.

"No, this is one of my favorite basketball stars. His name is Kevin Durant." The little boy mentioned his idol with a look of admiration. "His jersey number is No. 7, and 7 is also my favorite." Favorite number.”

"Oh." Xiao Songzhi nodded seemingly understandingly.

"Then can you tell me your name? I want to be friends with you." Little Song Zhi raised her head and looked at him with eyes full of expectation, "My name is Song Zhi."

The little boy scratched his head, his brows furrowed, and his face looked serious, as if he was trying to solve an extremely complicated problem.

"I'm sorry, my father doesn't let me tell others my name."

He wanted to exchange names with her and become good friends.

But his father repeatedly told him not to let others know his identity, otherwise he would be in danger.

He didn't understand why, but he could only obey and do as he was told.

Xiao Songzhi buried her head on her chest, as if she had been greatly wronged. The corners of her mouth drooped, her cheeks were bulging, her eyes were drooped, and her long eyelashes were stained with a layer of mist, which made people pity.

"I knew no one wanted to be my friend."

She increased her voice: "No one likes me!"

The little boy waved his hand quickly, so fast that he could feel a gust of wind.

"No, no, I am willing to be good friends with you!" The little boy quickly explained, "Your name is Song Zhi, right? I remember it, and I will never forget it in my life."

"Really?!" Xiao Songzhi suddenly raised his head, a flash of joy and disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Ah."

The little boy had a serious look in his eyes that was inappropriate for his age, and comforted him: "My parents always move, so I don't have many friends. You are my second best friend."

He thought for a while, seemed to have made up his mind, and said: "Someday I will bring my first good friend over to play with you, so that you can also become good friends."

"But he is naughty. But don't be afraid. If he bullies you, just tell me and I will beat him up for you!"

The friendship between children is always so simple and beautiful.

"it is good!"

Xiao Songzhi stretched out her little hands and clapped her hands.

"Give you."

The little boy handed her the basketball.

Xiao Songzhi held the basketball in his arms and looked at him stupidly.

"Take it and follow the practice I just taught you. Once you have mastered it, we will go and play with him. He is also very good at playing."

"Uh-huh."

Xiao Songzhi nodded heavily, his eyes were firm and full of light, as if there was a bright starry sky inside, making people unable to help but want to protect this beauty.

"Spread your legs shoulder-width apart. Spread your five fingers and touch the ball with the outside of your fingers and palms, but don't touch the ball with the palms of your hands."

The little boy is like a little teacher, correcting little Song Zhi's mistakes step by step.

"Then use your wrist and fingers to push the ball down."

Xiao Songzhi followed his instructions step by step.

Before even two shots, the ball fell out of the palm of my hand and rolled to the side.

"I'm so stupid." Xiao Songzhi patted his head and pouted, looking annoyed.

The little boy ran to pick up the ball and quickly returned to her.

"You are already great." The little boy encouraged, "Lower your center of gravity and shoot slowly first, don't rush."

A seven-year-old boy with a rich vocabulary.Xiao Songzhi was confused when he heard this. He raised his right hand and asked innocently: "What is the focus?"

"Look at me and I'll demonstrate it to you."

He lowered his body and spread his feet naturally. The ball seemed to feel like it belonged in his hands. It moved up and down with his palms, very obedient.

"The center of gravity is where we stay stable during movement. You can squat down little by little to find the most stable position."

The little boy's voice was childish, but his words were very sophisticated.

He turned his head to look at Song Zhi, but the movement of his hand never stopped, and the ball still did not escape his control.

"Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Song Zhi pushed up his sleeves, his face full of anticipation and eager to try.

She took the ball and copied the little boy's movements in her memory bit by bit.

Under her control, the basketball gradually became obedient. Xiao Songzhi tapped it to the right, and it followed suit. She quickly hooked it back, and the basketball followed quickly.

"Look, look, I've got it under control."

Xiao Songzhi was so excited, but he was so nervous that he didn't dare to raise his head at all, and his eyes were fixed on the basketball.

"That's great." The little boy gave a thumbs up, "Do you want to take a break."

"No, basketball is so fun." Xiao Songzhi was fully involved and experienced the fun.

The little boy sat on the base of the basketball hoop and answered the phone on his watch.

"Hey, Jiang Yu, it's so late, why aren't you back yet?"

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Xiao Jiangyu glanced at the time.

"09:30."

"Dad, I have made a new friend, can you tell her my name?"

Xiao Jiangyu asked tentatively.

"No! Don't make some miscellaneous friends outside, let alone tell them that you are my son."

Perhaps feeling that his tone was a bit harsh, the man lowered his voice and said, "Dad, it's for your own good. Don't play outside too late. Remember to come back early."

"Ah."

Xiao Songzhi took the ball and walked towards him. Xiao Jiangyu saw it and hurriedly cut off the phone.

"Give it back to you." Xiao Songzhi handed the ball over.

Xiao Jiangyu shook his head and pushed the ball back: "I'll give it to you."

"Really?!" Xiao Songzhi's eyes flashed with excitement.

This was the first time someone wanted to give her something.

But she still shook her head, looking at the basketball with regret in her eyes, but still handed the ball over.

"The teacher told us that no reward will be given without merit. I can't take your things for free. This is not good."

"It's okay, I still have a lot of basketballs at home." Xiao Jiangyu pushed back.

After going back and forth, Xiao Songzhi's entire arm was exposed in front of Xiao Jiangyu.

"Why is there a scar on your arm?!" Xiao Jiangyu was very surprised and shouted louder.

In the environment where Xiaojiangyu lives, little girls are well protected and grow up in the love of their families. Although they are not all well-off and well-off, they have never suffered hardship, let alone such a scar.

There was a hint of inferiority in Xiao Songzhi's eyes. He lowered his eyes and pulled his sleeve down, trying to cover it.

"It's ugly, isn't it?"

Xiao Jiangyu moved half a step to the side and patted the empty space next to him.

"You come and sit here."

(End of this chapter)