The Miracle of the Black Basket

It's really cold, why is the winter in the imperial capital always so cold.

Qin Zhe exhaled and stomped his feet. He didn't like the imperial capital at all. The children in the imperial capital were all arrogant, even the children of grandma's and uncle's. He didn't like it at all.Although he is only 11 years old, he is still very sensitive to those who speak harshly, such as the first aunt and the second aunt.

Qin Zhe walked along the alley alone for a while, he didn't want to go back to his grandmother's house, but he was unfamiliar with the place and didn't know where to go, anyway, as long as he didn't get lost.

"Good job!! Throw it in!" A burst of laughter came.

Qin Zhe followed the voice and looked over, there were a few children playing basketball in front of him.A child in a rose-colored sweater stood under the basket, raised his hand, jumped, and shot!Bang Langlang, the ball went in.

"He's so good!" Qin Zhe murmured, that kid was obviously not tall, and the basketball was bigger than his face, yet he threw it in easily. Are all the kids in the imperial capital so smart?

Qin Zhe looked at it for a long time, and the children were having fun there and didn't notice him.

Qin Zhe was a little envious, his face suddenly felt a little wet, he raised his hands to look up at the sky, only to find that it was snowing, at this moment he felt his hands and feet were cold, so he stomped his feet again, obviously wearing thick clothes, but it was still freezing to death .

"Hey, this is for you" A cool voice sounded beside my ears, and a cup of milk tea appeared in front of my eyes.

Qin Zhe looked up and saw the boy in the rose-colored sweater holding two cups of hot milk tea.

"This is a vanilla milkshake, it's delicious," said the teenager.

Qin Zhe took the milkshake, and the heat spread from his palm to all parts of his body. He took a sip lightly, and the aroma of vanilla and milk filled his mouth.

"How is it? Is it warm?" the boy asked.

Qin Zhe nodded gratefully. Qin Zhe wanted to say thank you, but he didn't say it at all, and the boy was called away.

"Ah Zheng! Stop playing, we are leaving."

"Okay! Come right away!" The boy picked up the down jacket from under the basketball hoop, and trot away.

Qin Zhe looked at the empty basketball court for a long time. After drinking the milkshake, the snow hit the ground in a thin layer. When the north wind blew, his warm body suddenly became cold. Qin Zhe turned to leave At that time, the wind lifted a piece of paper under the basketball hoop, Qin Zhe walked over to pick it up, the ticket? !It was a train ticket from Imperial Capital to Shishi, the ID number on it was coded, it was a student ticket, name: Yuchizheng.

Qin Zhe later started to learn to play basketball. Although he worked hard, he always failed to achieve results. During the senior high school entrance examination, Qin Zhe told his mother that he was going to Shishi to study in high school, and his mother agreed. After all, Shishi is the capital of H province, although it is not as good as the imperial capital. , but also big cities.In this way, Qin Zhe embarked on the road to Shishi. He also warned himself that he and that young man might never see each other again. Even if they met, the other party might not remember him. I thought that it would be good to live and study in the city where the boy was, maybe I could meet him.

Then, at the beginning of that hot and splendid September, when he was standing in the line of his class, he saw that boy leading his class, walking in a beautiful goose step, from far to near, passing in front of him, at that moment Qin Zhe feels so lucky to meet you again.