On the day Lin Jiaoyao was about to go abroad, it rained all night. He couldn't sleep, so he took a basketball and an umbrella and quietly opened the door to the basketball court in the old neighborhood.
It was dark at night, and the warm shadows of street lamps fell quietly on the mottled and worn-out basketball court walls.
There was the sound of pong balls and the sound of running inside.
Lin Jiao swung the umbrella around and watched the rain fly away. He stopped at the door of the basketball court, lowered his head, and saw a ball slowly rolling from inside to his toes.
Lin Jiaoyao kicked the ball up lightly, held it in his arms, and looked far into the field through the barbed wire gate that was blown shut by the wind.
Su Huo was standing there soaked to the skin, breathing heavily. The rain fell quietly, hitting his eyes.
Lin Jiao blinked, as if his ears were filled with Su Huo's hot breathing.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
