fish

"Sorry." Xu Yuan stretched out her body, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, "I'm a little too excited."

Fang Mo pulled the quilt up to cover him, and he lay beside Xu Yuan, and said softly, "Everyone has emotions, and I'm grateful that you can vent them."

Xu Yuan understood what he meant, and her heart warmed up. He said, "I will plan well, don't worry."

Fang Mo turned over, put his arms around him, and whispered, "How can you not be worried? Xiaoyuan is a stupid bird."

Xu Yuan laughed: "Why am I so stupid?"

Fang Mo hugged him tighter, and leaned closer to his neck: "Depend on me, baby. I want you to rely on me."

Before Xu Yuan could speak, he pecked Xu Yuan's neck again: "But Xiao Yuan is not only a stupid bird, but also a fish, and she can swim beautifully by herself."

He spoke so childishly that Xu Yuan couldn't help but look at him.

As soon as he lowered his head, he bumped into Fang Mo's eyes.

In spring, the city is full of catkins. At dusk, people walking on the street will feel as if they have returned to the old days, and there is a feeling of facing the end of time in the distance.

At this time, Xu Yuan had such a feeling.

The feeling of being watched from the back for many years.The feeling when you look back inadvertently and see the eyes that have been chasing behind you.

Under the light, Mo's eyes were amber-like in color, looking at Xu Yuan cleanly and brightly: "Xiao Yuan, if you want to swim, you can go. If you don't want to swim, go home."

Xu Yuan stared at him blankly for a long time.

Three days later, Xu Yuan returned to the team.

The coach rubbed his chin and pondered for a long time before saying: "Xu Yuan, to be honest, you are not very suitable for swimming. You were sent to learn swimming when you were young because of poor health. Your innate conditions are not suitable for this line of work. I know you have always been diligent and motivated, but which one of these athletes is not diligent and motivated?"

Xu Yuan kept smiling: "I know, I understand. I just, coach, you know, I really love swimming."

The coach put his hand on his shoulder and sighed: "Who doesn't love?"

"I also feel sorry for you. Our team has always been fiercely competitive. There are many newcomers and many strong players. You have to know that you have no advantage. How many people looked at you when you retired last time?" The coach lowered his voice again, "Plus Regarding the private endorsement, did you forget the leader's criticism?"

Xu Yuan was ignorant at the time. During the time when he was in the training hall all day long and was inseparable from Fang Mo, his record was outstanding, and he accepted the sports brand advertisement without knowing it.

The team's punishment came down, but the contract was not renewed.

"Xu Yuan," the coach said earnestly, "Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Retiring from this industry means that there is no such person. The reality is cruel. You have old injuries and your physical strength is no match for others. If you lose , You can’t make ends meet, what will you do in the future? Plan for yourself as early as possible.”

Xu Yuan looked at him fixedly, her gaze was very firm: "I still want to participate in the last competition."

The coach was very helpless: "Learn to retreat bravely, boy. Leave the applause behind, and you can find a better job after relying on your previous fame. Training hard, causing yourself so much pain, I feel distressed when I see it."

He paused for a moment, and simply made his words clear: "Xu Yuan, to be honest, I don't think highly of you."

These words are too cruel for an athlete.But Xu Yuan put her hand on the hem of her tracksuit politely, and bowed to him: "Coach, I want to fight again."

Xu Yuan didn't like the applause behind her.He hopes that the applause in front of him, on the podium, and under the national flag will last forever.

Losing on the field is still a hero, and there is also the tragedy of dying on the battlefield.To die is to die, to play a war song, he is willing to win glory for the country for the last time, and win a piece of starlight for himself...

In the future, when he runs out of oil and the lamps are dry, if he spreads the starlight on the river, this dying old fish will die generously and swim to the river of forgetfulness.

The coach raised his hand, but finally put it down, and didn't go to pull him. He sighed: "If you don't think for yourself, then cheer up and don't embarrass the team!"

Xu Yuan straightened up: "Thank you, coach." He seemed to remember something again, and murmured in a low voice, "Someone has already made plans for me. Someone is waiting for me to go home."

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