are you a cat

The sunlight divides the basketball court into two, and the footsteps on the radiant maple floor are messy and scattered, and the shadows are stacked, interlaced with the sound of basketball hitting the ground and the youthful vitality of the teenagers——

"Old Bai, this way!"

"Hurry up, stop Lao Deng!"

"Chen'er!"

The basketball flew over in a parabola, and several hands stretched out into the air to intercept it, until a thin white hand touched the ball, with a light hook with its fingertips, Yechen's feet landed firmly.

He ran straight away, took the ball past a few people, and then passed the ball to his teammate who was beckoning on the sideline in front of him.

After a few back and forth, the ball returned to Ye Chen's hands again.

The boy was dribbling the ball, his back was slightly arched, all his black hair was held up by a headband, and his smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

A few teenagers who were also sweating profusely on the opposite side of him aimed at the ball in his hand and attacked it. Yechen nimbly avoided them and rushed to the opposite three-point line, raising the ball above his head with both hands, while slightly kneeling. Qu makes a jumping pose.

The opponent's defensive player jumped up immediately, raising his hand to cover, unexpectedly, Ye Chen just feinted his shot, and he had already hooked the ball when he jumped up, turned around and passed the man, and with this gap, he pushed his wrist and threw the ball.

The wind blew the thin sportswear on his body backwards, outlining the young man's lean and tight body curves.

The basketball rolled around the edge of the basket before entering the basket, and fell to the ground with a powerful clang.

"Damn! Chen'er! You are too fierce today!"

Ye Chen stood where he was, panting for breath while pulling his collar.Bai Jingping and Deng Xing ran over with their feet loose, and bumped into him with their chests.

After exercising, even the pores of the young man exuded heat, Yechen frowned in disgust, quickly moved aside, Bai Jingping and Deng Xing bumped into each other chest to chest.

Seeing that Yechen was about to run, the two of them looked at each other, gigglingly stretched their arms and hooked Yechen's neck to pull him into the middle, and the three of them walked to the sidelines in a row.

Bai Jingping and Deng Xing have been in the same class as Ye Chen since junior high school. The three of them have mastered the court for many years, and they know where to respond with just one look when playing.Even if the other two teammates were recruited by Deng Xingxin, after a few rounds of playing, he knew that the accuracy of the three was the best, and the group fed him the ball one after another.

Bai Jingping elbowed him on the waist: "You are amazing today."

Yechen is in a bad mood today, playing basketball is like eating fire/powder, how can it be a sharp word.

However, after some intense exercise, he was no longer as unhappy as when he first came here, and he was still in a bad mood when he heard Bai Jingping's words: "General."

Deng Xing heard it: "Yo yo yo, let me see what you can do."

"Old Bai, go on!" A teammate resting on the sidelines threw over a bottle of mineral water, and Bai Jingping handed it to Ye Chenhou with his arms closed, and grabbed the next bottle.

Yechen looked at the label on the bottle and didn't drink.

Although Deng Xing did not go to the same school as the two of them in high school, after all, they are brothers who skipped classes together, played ball and read self-criticism on the flag-raising platform. drink a brand.

He tilted his head up and filled half a bottle of water, then said "ah" comfortably, wiped his mouth and said to Ye Chen, "Go ahead, Chen'er. You usually drink that brand, which is not sold at the stadium here."

"I brought it myself."

Yechen stuffed Deng Xing with water, opened the schoolbag on the bench, and first took out two towels.

"It's still comfortable to play with Chen'er." Bai Jingping grabbed the ball very consciously, and drank water while wiping his sweat: "Last time when you didn't come, it was only Lao Deng and I. We didn't even have any paper to wipe our sweat after playing."

Yechen unscrewed the cap of the bottle and was about to drink when the cell phone that was thrown on the towel rang. He glanced at the caller and walked aside to answer the call.

"Chenchen, where are you?" Yu Xin's voice jumped out, "Why are you so rude, leaving your brother alone at home? It's not like you don't know your grades, and you will be in the third year of high school next semester, and you don't want to If you go abroad, you won’t be able to pass the university entrance exam. What do you think! You obviously didn’t do that in junior high school. Your academic performance was so good at that time, and you never let your parents worry about you..."

Yechen has heard similar words from Yu Xin's mouth, from Ye Zeyang's mouth, and from anyone's mouth.He lowered his head, as if he was looking at the half bottle of mineral water left in his hand, and he seemed to be looking at the shiny floor under his feet.

Yu Xin was still babbling over there, but Yechen didn't hear a word, so he interrupted her.

"What time are you coming in the afternoon?"

Yu Xin's voice stopped abruptly, Ye Chen didn't say anything, even the air seemed to freeze.

A few seconds later, Yu Xin said, "It's not that Mom doesn't want to come, Chen—"

Yechen didn't want to hear a single extra word: "Then you don't come here anymore."

He hung up the phone cleanly, only to find that Yu Xin called several times while he was playing, and with a flick of his finger, Yu Xin's number was directly dragged into the blacklist by him.

[Dad]: Yechen, where are you?

[Dad]: Why don't you answer the phone?

[Dad]: Why did your mother say you blocked her?

[Dad]: I'm not talking about you, you should be sensible at the age of 17...

- You were obviously not like this before.

- How good your academic performance was at that time.

-You never let your parents worry about you when you were a child.

Snapped--

Yechen's phone was taken away, and it was placed upside down on the table.

In the spacious private KTV room, the lights were dim, and Deng Xing and his girlfriend were singing a sweet duet with each microphone.

Yechen came back to his senses, and looked at Bai Jingping who was pushing towards him.

"My dear baby, darling, what's the matter with you?" Bai Jingping bumped into him, "After answering the phone just now, I felt that something was wrong with you. I haven't heard you sing a single song all afternoon. What's wrong?"

Ye Chen doesn't like to tell others about the messy things in his family, he looks like an unwanted puppy, even Bai Jingping and Deng Xing don't know much except that his parents are divorced.

He said, "It's all right."

"Don't you think of me as a brother?" Bai Jingping obviously didn't believe it, and started singing as he spoke, "Talk about the troubles in life to Dad, and talk to Dad about work~"

The tune didn't let Yechen hear what song he was singing.

He was not in the mood to be poor with him, got up and took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his schoolbag, tore open the pack and put one in his mouth, and stepped out of the box with the lighter in one hand: "I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

The KTV is a closed decoration, one private room is connected to another, and there are windows in the lobby, but it is the peak time of KTV at the moment, the front desk is noisy, and the elevator is bringing up new customers one after another, which is also a problem. Chen didn't intend to join in the excitement.

Fortunately, he is a frequent visitor here, and he doesn't need anyone to lead the way. He pushes open the escape door of the fire escape and goes down the stairs with ease.

After going out from the downstairs stairwell, there is a not-so-small open-air balcony when you turn a corner.

The night wind is very cold, but fortunately Yechen's lighter is windproof.

Scarlet fires lit up on the unlit balcony.

Yechen was lying on the railing, with one foot bent and stepping on the bottom rail of the fence.The boy hid in the dark night, his back stretched out in an arc, and he looked down at the brightly lit street downstairs and all kinds of people.

A crowd of people was crowded in the square downstairs. Relying on the advantage of climbing a height and seeing far away, he could clearly see an SUV parked in the center of the crowd. A group of thumb-sized people were moving equipment from the vehicle one by one.

He exhaled smoke rings and squinted for a moment.

It's like... a band?

Rongcheng has produced many draft stars and famous ballad singers. There is a famous bar street along the river. From the street to the end of the alley, you can hear all kinds of singing, and street performers are not uncommon.But most of the time, they are alone with a speaker and a guitar.

This is also the first time Ye Chen has met someone who worked so hard to mobilize everyone on stage.

This band is well equipped with drummers, guitars, bass and vocals...

Ye Chen stared.

The crowd of onlookers also let out a burst of exclamation when they saw clearly that the man next to the lead singer clamped the instrument he had been holding on his shoulders—it was a violinist.

As one of the three major musical instruments in the world, the violin is also one of the main instruments of the string group in the symphony orchestra if it does not appear as a solo instrument. Most of the impressions of it exist in elegantly decorated concert halls, even in street performances. , it is also an absolute SOLO.

Few would have imagined making it into a rock or pop band.

And that violinist.

It is far from the elegant and dignified violinist in a suit and leather shoes in everyone's impression.

Especially on his head, the yin and yang head shape that can be seen clearly from such a distance.

Invincible punk.

Passers-by talked a lot.

When the preparations for the band's road show were all over, the headlights of the SUV flickered on, illuminating one side of the stage, and the onlookers involuntarily fell silent.

The silhouette of the violinist hit Ye Chen's retina directly.

The other party was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, but there was a sense of cynical arrogance.When talking to the band members sideways, the row of earrings on the right ear, which is not covered by hair, is flickered by the light, showing its sharpness.

The band performed a song that Chen hadn't heard, but it was very typical of punk rock, it should be their own song.

The overwhelming drumbeats and the lead singer's deep and hoarse singing rampage in the square, the violinist's wrists are flying, and the fierce strings merge into the drumbeats, colliding with them, with the madness of tearing the night.

Yechen stood in the crowd, his eyes locked on the violinist.

He obviously couldn't see his face clearly while wearing a mask, but he still clearly heard the passers-by around him sigh sincerely: "You're so handsome."

Yechen's attention was attracted by the other hand playing the violin.

Under the light, he saw a butterfly with spread wings perched on the wrist of the violin holding the bow.

When the opponent is playing the violin vigorously, a tight line will be stretched out of the forearm, and the action is so rough that it seems that he does not care about his bow at all.

But no matter how hard he tried, the butterfly didn't fly away.

After the show he bowed to everyone, lolling like a cat.

When bending over, the two silver chains fell out from the skirt that opened all the way to the chest, dangling in the air, shining with tiny pieces of light.