embrace you beyond loneliness

Liu Yi and Mo Fan have been neighbors since childhood and lived in a family building.Liu Yi was well-behaved and sensible when he was young, and he was already very good at mental arithmetic when he was four years old.He has participated in many competitions since he was a child, including mental arithmetic, English, models, gizmos, and Mathematical Olympiad. Less chasing and admiring, from the third grade on, he always gave the speech at the beginning of school, and Liu Yi's parents became the most beautiful parents in the whole building at that time.

In contrast, Mo Fan showed his extraordinary athletic talent when he was young. At that time, he was still very young, and his parents were only worried that he would be too active. Bad, so I enrolled him in a piano class to get some influence.

Mo Fan used all kinds of methods in order not to practice the piano. He pretended to be sick, skipped classes, and was beaten. Until later, even Mo Fan’s parents were afraid of driving the child out of illness. Thinking about it, he also passed the seventh grade. At least as an explanation for the past efforts, I put the piano matter aside.

However, Mo Fan's parents were unwilling to let him idle after school every day. It happened that the amateur sports school in the city happened to come to recruit students from Mo Fan's school at this time. Picked away by the badminton teacher at the sports school, Mo Fan likes to play, so he played for more than ten years.

Before the age of 12, Mo Fan and Liu Yi spent their lives independently of each other, but they both knew each other's existence.Every time Mo Fan sees Liu Yi standing on the podium boasting and talking useless words, he has the urge to yawn; and every time Liu Yi sees Mo Fan's sloppy look when he is punished by the teacher, he also wants to yawn. Shake your head.

Although they know each other's existence, they also look down on each other.

If there was no summer when they were 12 years old, the two of them might have been strangers all their lives.

That year, Mo Fan's sports school held a summer camp, including badminton, basketball, and swimming classes. Liu Yi's father thought that Liu Yi was about to grow up, and more sports would help his growth, so he gave him a class. He signed up for classes.

Liu Yi's mother learned that Mo Fan had to train in the sports school during the summer vacation, and it didn't matter whether it was useful or not, so she asked Mo's mother to let Mo Fan take care of Liu Yi.

Mo Fan was not happy when he heard this, thinking that Liu Yi could do it?Why should I take care of him?But on the surface, he pretended to be nonchalant, nodded, and agreed to the matter.

On the weekend, the summer camp started. Mo Fan and Liu Yi went along the way. In order to wait for him to go together, I ran a lap first to warm up. I waited downstairs early and looked at my watch. It was already seven o'clock.

That's really lazy, Mo Fan complained.

Just thinking about it, I heard the sound of Deng Deng Deng's footsteps falling, and Liu Yi had already arrived.

When Mo Fan turned around, he was dumbfounded. He saw that this kid was wearing a white bunt, a white short-sleeved T, white sports shorts, white badminton shoes, and a white ball bag. He was clean, and he didn't look like he was going to a summer camp. It's like going to a catwalk.

"Did your dad buy you a new one?" Mo Fan asked.

Liu Yi nodded, a little embarrassed.

Mo Fan didn't say anything more.

When he arrived at the sports school, Liu Yi realized why Mo Fan looked at him like an idiot just now, because he was the only one in the whole team dressed so grandly.

In the summer camp of the sports school, the training courses are similar to those of the sports school students. Sometimes the teacher wants to save trouble, and will ask a few sports school students to accompany them to practice. Mo Fan is one of them.

It was only then that Liu Yi realized that there was a school besides the school, which was a completely different world from the machines and models he came into contact with every day.The formulas and algorithms he was so proud of didn't work here at all.Here, he can get down tired in one morning.

"Hey, you can't bear it?" Mo Fan asked provocatively.

Liu Yi knew that Mo Fan was watching him joke, so he didn't reply.

"It's just started to swing, I advise you to go back."

Mo Fan is like a fish in water in the sports school. In his eyes, Liu Yi is here to play.Since it's for fun, why not just go to a fun place, why bother to go to the sports school to make trouble?

Liu Yi still ignored him.

Cut, just ignore it.Mo Fan thought to himself, he picked up his backpack and ran shoulder to shoulder with the older kids on the playground to play mahjong.

"Hey," Mo Fan's senior brother hooked Mo Fan's neck and asked, "Do you know that one who is dressed like a young master?"

"As far as the neighbors, they haven't said a word."

"That's fine."

"what happened?"

Senior brother gave a smirk: "I don't like seeing him."

Mo Fan listened without saying a word.

In the afternoon, when the day's training was over, Mo Fan's senior brother stood in front of the team, looked at the tired rookies, and pointed a few casually, right in front of Liu Yi, and said, "This is the end of today's training. You guys packed up the balls and rackets."

The sports school is a place that emphasizes class ethics. The newcomers have to work more. They usually clean up the field after training. I have to help my brother carry the ball bag and racket. Mo Fan is having a good time, so what can't he do with Liu Yi?

Thinking about it this way, he didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, the summer camp is halfway through, and others take turns to clean up the venue. Only Liu Yi has never escaped once, but anyone who has eyes knows that the big players are bullying the newcomers. The coach sees it, But he didn't say anything, just let them go.

Once Liu Yi didn't listen to them and went back to the dormitory on his own, but the next day he was practiced one-on-one by several big players in the training class, and his legs cramped.

Even so, the senior brother still didn't let him go, and told him to stay and clean up.Mo Fan looked at Liu Yi who was squatting on the ground to pick up the ball, and felt a little sorry. Although he didn't like this person, the relationship between the two adults was good. Liu Yi's mother even asked him to do so. Now he is being treated like this in the team. Bullying, I can't bear to see it.

"Hey, when will you pick it up like this?" Mo Fan said while squatting down, using the racket to pick up the balls on the ground one by one: "That's it, see."

Liu Yi looked at him: "Didn't you go play with them?"

"I forgot something, and I folded it back again, isn't it allowed?"

Liu Yi said without raising his head, "Nothing is forbidden, you can do whatever you want."

"Do you know why they dislike you?"

"Because I'm wearing white?"

"So you know..."

"You bullies are so superficial." There was no grievance or dissatisfaction in Liu Yi's tone, it was cold, and it was all contemptuous.

Only then did Mo Fan realize that Liu Yi didn't take them seriously at all. He curled his lips and disapproved: "You can also play with superficiality. In fact, the sports school is a place that emphasizes the sense of collective honor, and you are a model student. He was so conspicuous when he first arrived, he must be looked down upon by others."

"What does this have to do with me being a model student?"

"In school, only students who are good at reading are called good students, and those who are good at sports are not looked down upon by teachers, classmates or parents. What's wrong with winning honors based on our own abilities? This is different from the school's rules. Here, good sports are good students.”

Liu Yi smiled: "I see, you guys got angry outside and took it out on me."

Mo Fan sounds awkward, but it's not bad to think about it.

"Do you live like this every day?" Liu Yi asked him.

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders: "I have suffered more than you, especially before the game. I practiced so much that I couldn't lift my hands when I went home at night. I was carrying the rackets of their big players... But I am better than you. I didn't take long. Don't do that anymore."

The five o'clock sun was golden, shining in through the window, covering them both, and drawing two thin shadows on the ground.

Liu Yi stood up and looked at him: "How did you do it?"

Mo Fan smiled proudly: "As long as you beat them."

Liu Yi saw the color of the sun dyeing Mo Fan's eyelashes and pupils, illuminating his whole body, which was a look he had never seen before.It turned out that in the small world that Liu Yi didn't know, there was such a Mo Fan, confident, full of vigor, and unconcealable sharpness.