i was my mistake

"Wait--me!" Zhao Jinyu almost lay on the handlebars, stepping on the pedals vigorously, and his neatly combed hair became a little messy.

Sweat glued her hair together, and her rosy face added a bit of youthful vitality to her.

"Ah? Ah——" There happened to be a fork in the road ahead, so Ye Chen slowed down his pedaling, looked back a few times, and couldn't help asking, "Hey, Wan Qing, have you... had a crush on her before?" ?"

"Ah."

"cut."

"have it."

"Really?"

"That was all when I was a teenager. To me now, she is more like a daughter."

"Don't take advantage of others, okay..."

Wan Qing chuckled, but did not continue the topic.

Time has great magic power and can change many, many things.

When Wan Qing remembered the past ten years, she couldn't help but think of her, but after another ten years passed, the person who left a different color in her memory gradually faded after all.

"Huh...huh...Ye...Ye Chen! So fast!" Panting heavily, Zhao Jinyu finally caught up, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Cough...it's okay." He was a little embarrassed.

"Slow down a little bit? I was thinking of chatting while riding a bike, but I couldn't catch up at all."

"Ah good."

"There will be more traffic lights ahead."

"Well, that means it's almost here."

"Yes, do you cook your own dinner?"

"Uh—" Ye Chen couldn't help but look back at Wan Qing, "It's...well."

"Who did it? Surely it wasn't you? Pfft." She held the handle with one hand, covered her small mouth with her wrist, giggled, then suddenly lost her balance and was about to fall crookedly to the other side.

"Ah, be careful!" Ye Chen quickly grabbed the handle of her bicycle and dragged her back. Of course, the two of them stopped completely, and a truck full of goods whizzed by in front of them, making her Zhao Jinyu's little face turned pale with fright.

Even if he fell down, there was still some distance, but if something happened, it would be hopeless.

"Ride slower, or let Ye Chen take you, I'll ride your car." Wan Qing's eyes suddenly rolled, and there was an inexplicable smile on her face.

"Hmm - can I?"

"Ah... Wan Qing has said that, so there must be something wrong."

"Okay, Wanqing, here, can you hold me?"

"Okay, sit tight at the back——Xiao Qing, ride slowly." Wan Qing deliberately joked.

"Why is it called Xiaoqing?"

"..." Ye Chen covered his forehead helplessly.

……

22. Field field

Wan Qing's cycling skills are much higher than Zhao Jinyu's. After all, she often borrowed some shared bicycles until she committed suicide.

But she still couldn't catch up with Ye Chen.

This shocked her a little - was her physical strength so good before?

Zhao Jinyu sat sideways in a very ladylike manner, holding the metal back seat tightly with both hands, letting the wind blow on his face: "Huh—so cool."

"The weather is getting cooler every day."

"Yes! When I come to your house or come to my house to do my homework?" She said, subconsciously looking at the schoolbag she put in the car basket.

"That's where you are."

"Ah, yes, my house...my dad is here too." Ye Chen nodded hastily.

"That's good, I'm the only one in my house, so it's more spacious—speaking of which, how do you divide the room? Three people, it's not enough to sleep, right?"

"Dad sleeps on the sofa, cough, I..."

"He slept with me." Wan Qing helped him answer the second half of the sentence.

"Is there no problem?" Zhao Jinyu looked pure, but he asked this question boldly, "Will it be - will the gun go off?"

"Pfft." Ye Chen didn't expect such words to come out of her mouth, and suddenly coughed in embarrassment.

"People who are too close usually don't have any feelings for each other." Wan Qing said lightly.

Ye Chen was suddenly a little embarrassed.

It must be admitted that he did have feelings for her for several nights, and each time he secretly solved it alone in the bathroom...

"That's right, but it's inconvenient, right?"

"It's a little..." Ye Chen nodded stiffly.

"It's okay." Wan Qing didn't feel anything.

After entering the urban area, the speed of the bicycle slowed down significantly.

At this time in City H, even dedicated bicycle lanes are rare, and bicycles are ridden along the side of the road, while cars are driven aside.

Whenever something happens, they will huddle together.

All kinds of cars stuck in the middle of the road will "didi" honk their horns, and helplessly watch those cyclists walking flexibly between cars.

When the speed of the car slows down, it will also distract people to look at the surrounding scenery and notice the scenery that they have not noticed before.

Not far from home, Ye Chen's gaze was attracted by the basketball court surrounded by barbed wire by the roadside.

It hadn't been discovered back and forth before, so that at this time it seemed to jump out of nowhere-or as if it was built overnight.

"Someone is playing here, let's take a look? We're almost home anyway..." Ye Chen coughed dryly, and the car slowed down a bit.

Wan Qing took a look at the four big characters "Silver Sky Apartment" flashing neon lights not far away, and nodded lightly: "Well, let's take a look for a while."

"Okay!" After getting the permission, Ye Chen jumped out of the car excitedly, and carried the car directly onto the small sidewalk next to him.

Wan Qing also took advantage of the opportunity to lift the car up to stop.

"Zhao Jinyu, do you want to go back first?" Wan Qing looked at her with a slightly apologetic smile.

"It's okay, I can follow along."

"Well, it won't take too much time."

In fact, Wan Qing wanted to see it herself.

Not to watch other people play basketball, but to see this field field that has been eliminated in the future.

The so-called field courts are irregular basketball courts, and various regulations are not standard-it can also be called street courts.

Although the field field is surrounded by barbed wire, it is not a regular rectangle, but a slightly curved square.

It can be seen that the people surrounding the barbed wire fence are obviously not very skilled, and rough traces can be seen everywhere.

There is no line drawn inside, and even the ground is muddy.

There is only one basketball hoop, and a group of children who seem to have just entered junior high school are gathering under one backboard to compete for the not very elastic basketball.

It was probably because they were just in the first grade of junior high school, so although they played together, their heights were uneven.

The tall one looks more than 1.7 meters, but the short one looks like a primary school student—even seven or eight centimeters shorter than Wan Qing.

The reason why they are so sure that they are all in the same grade is because the school uniforms they wear are all the same style and color. In normal schools, school uniforms of three colors are used to distinguish different grades.

It was a normal day after school, and they had to go to class tomorrow, but they still seemed to have inexhaustible energy, running hard in this small field field.

Among them was a boy who was obviously the shortest, making Ye Chen feel as if he saw his former self.

——Although he is not very tall now, at least he can still watch it.

The boy had a cropped cut, but his face was very delicate and fair. His skin was even a third whiter than Wan Qing's, as if he had put on foundation on purpose.

He is petite, but he likes to rush from left to right, nimbly bypassing people who block him, and running under the backboard to dunk.

Of course, because of the height problem, he never made a shot at all.

"Stupid, shoot a three-pointer!" Ye Chen's face was full of hatred, "Three-pointers are the only hope!"

"He probably thinks he's happier playing this way."

"Oh, you can't win like this."

"It's not everything that needs to be won." When Wan Qing said this, even she was taken aback for a moment, and then she saw Ye Chen's surprised eyes on her.

"It doesn't seem fair to have such a big difference in height." Zhao Jinyu, who doesn't know much about basketball, also joined the topic.

"After all, it is still developing." Wan Qing put a hand on Ye Chen's arm, "Although that little guy is short now, if he dances like this often, he will definitely grow taller. I was three years old at that time. Divide the ball..."

"Cough, cough, cough—!" Ye Chen hurriedly coughed, lest Wan Qing slip up, "Don't you have to jump to shoot a three-pointer? I'm sure I can grow taller..."

"Do you believe it yourself?"

"cough……"

"The conversation between your siblings is so interesting, but it's a pity that I don't have any brothers and sisters of the same age around me." Zhao Jinyu was a little envious.

"Fortunately, you'll know it's trouble when you make a fuss..."

Just as he was talking, the ball was fired again in the court. This time, the handsome and fair boy was standing outside the three-point line, and a tall boy who was only in the first grade of junior high school but could already be seen to be somewhat handsome and handsome grabbed the ball. He dropped someone else's ball and threw it at her: "Xiaoyao!"

As soon as the handsome young man got the ball, someone immediately turned around to defend him. He stood on tiptoe and threw it at another person vigorously: "A Tao!"

"Why do you give me, I can't do it—Xiao Ming!"

"I'll do it!" The boy who used this pass to turn others away successfully got a small gap, and after receiving the ball, he jumped high and shot upwards.

With a bang, the basketball fell into the bag.

For the teenagers whose shooting percentage is not very high, a single shot can make them cheer.

"oh oh--!!"

"Come in!"

"Xiaoyao! Next time you stand there, shoot a three-pointer if you have a chance, and pass the ball if you don't have a chance!"

"No problem!" The handsome boy patted his chest hard—but because he didn't have any muscles, he could only make a 'bang bang' sound.

"I'm going back." Seeing a goal scored, Wan Qing looked away contentedly, and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, "Don't just look around."

"Oh... I want to fight too."

"Aren't you bullying people when you go in and beat them? Oh, I forgot, one of them is already taller than you."

"...Let me experience the superiority of being tall, okay?" Ye Chen said with a sad face, "Forget it, come again next time, anyway, it's quite close to home..."

"Let's play next time, I want to try it too." Zhao Jinyu imitated the action of making a three-pointer, "Just shoot that thing, a long shot."

"That's called a three-pointer." After another traffic light, she was home, so Wan Qing didn't get on her bicycle, but just walked forward on her own.

"Can I eat at your house?"

"sure."

"Can I learn how to cook with Wan Qing?"

Ye Chen's eyelids twitched: "I don't need this..."

……

My father was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and on the tea table was a pack of 'Syracuse' cigarettes, one pack of Wuyi, which was considered a mid-range cigarette in this day and age.

Wan Qing bought this for him at the small shop downstairs.

Although it took only a few days to buy him a pack of cigarettes, the cigarettes he bought were not bad.

He stared at the orange-yellow landscape pattern on the plain white cigarette case for a long time, and then slowly unwrapped the plastic paper of the cigarette, took one out of it, and slowly put it in his mouth.

In this day and age, smoking is a very normal thing, and there is no saying that you can't smoke at home.