I never thought that basketball would be such a wonderful color in my life. The fiery red color like maple leaves splendid my youth. In my vague memory of childhood, my father held me, pointed at it and said, it was something more wonderful than life. I only remember the obsession in my father's eyes and the flash of bitterness in my mother's eyes. In the memory, there is only a little memory of my father, and then my mother's eyes gradually became cold. Under the arrangement of my mother, I went to Japan, and basketball made me meet him. His name is like the maple in autumn, cold, arrogant and strong, yet extremely gentle. His figure gradually overlaps with that of his childhood neighbor brother. They are both very talented basketball players, but the difference is that the eldest brother has passed away. When the basketball hit the floor and made a low DO sound, I thought I fell in love with that awkward and gentle boy. But one day, after losing to myself, I realized that I was not qualified to stand behind him and stare at his back...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
