Liuyuanli Street.

The fan hanging from the roof of the repair gear was shaking.

The whole store was filled with the smell of motor oil, but for them, they were used to it.

It was finally half past seven in the evening.

They began to pack up and rest, take a shower and have a meal.

Although there will be business at night, if you are not particularly anxious, you will almost keep it for tomorrow.

The family of three was about to have a meal.

Cheng Junjie hesitated for a long time and finally got up the courage to speak: "Dad, I want to play basketball."

After saying this, the dining table suddenly fell into a strange silence.

His father frowned and said in surprise: "Didn't he just asked a friend to have sex two days ago?"

Although the other party was young and missed the matter because of playing basketball, he was already so old, so he was not so sensitive now.

Cheng Junjie said: "I mean, I want to try to make money by playing basketball."

Hearing this, Dad Cheng suddenly laughed and shook his head and said, "Can you still make money by playing basketball? How do you make money?"

Mother Cheng sighed and said, "Do you want to participate in those street competitions?"

Cheng Junjie hesitated for a moment, and he also knew that this kind of thing was absurd, so he couldn't speak all day long.

"I mean, I want to see if I can play a profession!"

"Today I found a fortune teller. It is said that he had a very accurate calculation. He said that I have a good talent and should not be wasted."

The words are over.

A click.

The chopsticks fell on the table.

Mother Cheng asked in disbelief: "Fortune-telling? Are you going to tell fortunes?"

Dad Cheng even showed a sarcastic smile and shook his head and said, "You are young, what's your fortune? Just listen to that thing."

Cheng Junjie lowered his head and murmured: "I want to give it a try, he said he could help me."

"Help you?"

Mother Cheng asked with some concern: "Is it the fortune teller?!"

She showed an extremely worried expression, and she felt something was wrong when she heard it. The fortune teller calculated that the child had the talent to play basketball and said that he could take the initiative to help.

If you have any tricks, she wouldn't believe it!

"No, it's not dad who hits you!" His father said with a serious look on his face: "Do you know how many scammers are outside now? You want to tell which team coach you have liked, and let you try it."

"That's fine, I'm not that kind of stubborn person either."

"You said you were so lucky that you went to fortune telling. Your dad ate more salt than you eat. There is no need to talk about this, it's impossible!"

His tone and attitude are so firm that it makes people feel heartbroken.

The atmosphere fell into a dead silence in an instant.

Cheng Junjie gritted his teeth and looked up suddenly, "Dad, I know it's ridiculous, I know it's ridiculous, I know it's ridiculous, I know it's possible to be a liar."

His eyes turned red slightly, and then he choked and said, "But what if it's true."

"And the master told me to think carefully, but he didn't ask me for money. He said he would give me a contract or agreement."

Cheng Junjie couldn't help but shed tears. He swallowed and said, "Dad, wasn't you what you said? You said that you should look at the long-term perspective."

"Yes, I'm not that level now."

"But I do play better than everyone else, why do I like playing so much?"

"Isn't it just that everyone thinks I'm awesome, I have talent, and everyone likes to be with me."

He clenched his fists slightly and said, "You should think that worrying is fake. You can go with me then, that's what he said."

As a teenager, he rarely dares to talk to his parents like this, but this time he has to say it.

The couple looked at each other, and their expressions seemed very complicated and worried.

They know what the child likes and what the other person is thinking. The more they are, the easier it is to be deceived.

Mother Cheng couldn't eat, she shook her head and sighed: "You just can't be down-to-earth, it's not that easy to be a professional player."

"You have to stand out from a thousand, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, or even tens of millions of people."

Cheng Junjie cried in a choked voice: "Mom, I beg you, this time!"

"Just this time, I really want to give it a try."

He gasped and sobbed, "I know, I know it's hard, I know it's fake, but if I miss this opportunity, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

His nose felt sore, and tears flowed out wildly. He lowered his head and pressed his voice, "If this time it's fake, I...I'll... in the future!"

“Never play again!”

When Cheng Junjie said this, he couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but even so, tears kept thrusting out of his eyes.

He didn't know how long he had endured, how long he had been looking forward to it, and how many times he had fantasized about it.

He knew he was very willful and he was betting on something that was completely boundless.

But there is no other choice.

Sometimes it is like this. If you don’t give up, you don’t have the courage to speak, and you don’t even dare to try, and you will never succeed.

The atmosphere seemed extremely heavy at this moment.

"I said no, it's not possible!" Dad Cheng refused resolutely, in his opinion, this was simply a joke.

I'm afraid that it will be laughed at if it is spread.

A fortune teller's words would just be a little bit like that.

It's really serious.

Cheng Junjie wiped his tears, then picked up the rice bowl very strongly, then picked up the dishes and started eating.

He wanted to pretend that nothing happened.

But even so.

I still couldn't help crying while eating, which made me feel very sad.

Mother Cheng seemed to have something choked in her throat. What he wanted to say became difficult to speak at this moment. Finally, she sighed and persuaded her with no means of help, "Why don't let him try it!"

"What to try? This is obviously a thing to coax children."

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Junjie suddenly sobbed again and sniffed.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks and slammed the door.

Lock yourself in the room.

...

at night.

Quietly silent.

The lights in the room have been turned off.

However, Cheng Junjie couldn't fall asleep at all. For him, there were so many things that happened to him on this day.

My heart was in a mess, a little confused, and a little worried and scared.

He didn't know what would be like, but he had decided.

If your parents don’t go, then go by yourself.

Make your own decisions in your own life.

He couldn't sleep all night, so he took his mobile phone and browsed his Weibo, looked at the messages left by netizens on the Weibo of "Wentian Pavilion", and read them one by one.

Until late at night, I didn’t know what time I was still tired.

It seems that every sentence in the comments is his spiritual support.
Chapter completed!