Chaoda
When the October wind wrapped the dead leaves and hit the window lattice, Shen Weilan stood in the dim light, with a honey-like smile on her lips. The ginkgo tree outside the window only has a few leaves trembling on the branches, like the second hand forgotten by time.
Just as the sun was setting, the setting sun dyed the basketball court golden red, and the basket cast a long shadow. The plastic floor is steaming with the remaining heat of the day, and several teenagers are still jumping and shooting. The sound of footsteps and the friction of sneakers interweaves into the end of late summer.
A young man in white suddenly took off from outside the three-point line. The hem of the jersey flew like waves, and the wrist bones stretched sharply in the backlight. When he landed, the sweat beads from his hair happened to fall in the depression of his collarbone, like a star that was about to fall.
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