Beloved Is Gone

[The background of the provincial team cannot be completely reproduced. If you like very documentary, please take a detour. I am a French fries fan, OOC, and I apologize! The first time Wang Chuye met Yu Yingqiu, she was wearing a small white skirt and standing timidly at the door of the training ground holding a racket. The story is not outrageous. He does not have a crazy obsession that lasts for ten thousand years. There are just inexplicable thoughts in his mind: How can someone wear a skirt when playing ball? When we met again at the age of 13, the little girl in a skirt cut off her long hair in a blink of an eye, stood in front of the provincial team with a racket in hand and said her name loudly. She threw all the disapproving and mocking voices behind her ears. She came to him, always with her own pride between the two talented people. She smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, my name is Yu Yingqiu." He shook his hand back, his thoughts suddenly racing. "Hello, my name is Wang Chuye." From being young and careless to stepping on the flower path, he asked her to relax countless times along the way. Every time they stood on both sides of the table, they prayed devoutly to win glory for the country and themselves. Praise, popularity, betrayal, jealousy. What dreams and misfortunes bring are hands that hold each other tighter. He always thought that he was an assistant, and that his career was a time stolen from the fingers of God. But a ray of sunshine pushed open the closed window in the dark corner, and she stood beside him and told him: "Remember, there are no absolutes in this world, and you should not despise yourself." When he stood on a better stage, someone asked him: "Wang Chuye, it has been such a difficult journey, can you comment on your partner?" He held the microphone and answered seriously: "The love of my life will be with you until death."