Fan Zhendong

The noisy voices in the stands were blurry and he could not hear clearly. When the national anthem played, the world seemed to suddenly become quiet. He gave the military salute as usual. . This is the second time that he has stood on the highest podium of the Olympic Games, but time has not taken away the passion of the big boy. Watching the national flag rising slowly, he can still feel the blood, sweat and tears welling up in his heart, making him choke. He sang the national anthem softly, his throat became hoarse, and the old injuries on his waist and legs slowly became more painful as the music progressed. He couldn't tell what he felt. He thought, Brother Hao is right, all kinds of feelings Intersection, but in the end there was no feeling at all.

When he left the field, his teammates threw bouquets and mascots into the audience. He thought for a while, held the flowers in one hand, sniffed them at the tip of his nose, and then turned to a group of screaming people. The girl threw it over and held the mascot in her arms with her other hand, with no intention of throwing it out.

"I'm almost 30 years old, and I still can't bear to part with the mascot doll."

"We will always be three years old, huh."

After looking at Weibo, he smiled softly and typed a few words on his phone, "The doll is going to be left to my daughter." He clicked send.

"How to become a fat girl, waiting online, very urgent."

"It's amazing to have a girl."

"Does a fat girl have control over her daughter? Saved."

"It's not your daughter, she's obviously Brother Yu's daughter. You have the ability to give birth on your own."

"Brother Yu, there are evil fat forces trying to rob you. Little raindrops at home——"

He scrolled down the latest comments, smiling so hard that his little white teeth were exposed, and then he slowly felt tired and sleepy. He lay on the bed without changing his clothes. , fell asleep in a daze. Until his teammates came in and woke him up, he felt hungry and had the urge to go out for a late-night snack to find something to eat. After thinking about it, he gave up. The boyish temper that occasionally showed up has slowly learned to calm down over the years. Learned not to be a child when he should have been one.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and go to bed.

Well, I’ll go back tomorrow.

When he lay back on the bed, he looked at his phone again.

Zhou Yu posted on Weibo to congratulate the Chinese team on another good Olympic harvest. The picture was of the Bayi training hall, where he was training several members of the women's team. Zhou Yu also naughtily commented in the comments Added "We can't relax for the national table tennis team Changhong."

Veteran cadres. He thought that Zhou Yu was becoming more and more of a veteran cadre.

Looking through Zhou Yu’s recent Weibo, in addition to showing off his children, there are also those little girls he brought up. Who needs to increase the intensity of their forehand training? Who has successfully improved in lifting skills recently? Join the team, go straight to the summary, etc., babbling without punctuation, speaking with sincerity and sincerity, exuding the brilliance of fatherly love.

He is not particularly familiar with these girls, but one of them seems to have a bit of an impression. She has done well recently and won the Open championship. She is expected to become the main force in the next Olympic cycle. In addition to her daily work with the Bayi women's team, Zhou Yu He is not the national team coach, so he often goes there at his own expense, and he cannot provide off-field guidance, but after every game, you can see Zhou Yu nagging the girl to review her performance. , commentary video. He is an extremely responsible coach. Many people have advised him to run for the national team coach, but Zhou Yu is unwilling.

No way, my level is limited. Zhou Yu always said with a smile.

Zhou Yu, after retiring, has kept a very low profile.

Marriages are always quiet.

Most of the teammates with whom we are close were invited, and the banquet was not large and not open to the media. Wang Hao was the witness, and Fan Zhendong was the only best man.

"You only get married once in your life. If you don't make it more exciting for your sister-in-law, you may regret it later." Cheng Jingqi muttered to Zhou Yu. "Also, I thought I should be a member of the best man group, but you only let Brother Dong be your best man. You can't afford the suit money?"

"Hey, we We agreed before we got married that we don't need to make a fuss. I'm not a famous person, so why should I put on such a big show? I already agreed that Xiaopang would be the best man." Zhou Yu waved away Cheng Jingqi's fight. "I don't have to pay for his suit."

"The Olympic champion will be my best man. I'm quite proud, right? Fatty?"

Zhou Yu smiled. Fan Zhendong was still looking at his wedding photos on the table in a daze, and said without looking back, "Don't make excuses for your stinginess, Zhou Yu."

They are still the closest to the Bayi team. Good teammates.

But they are rarely seen, and even less after the Tokyo Olympics cycle.

Zhou Yu’s personality is a bit clingy, but he has always been able to handle things clearly. He doesn't want to trouble others. If Fan Zhendong doesn't look for him, he won't bother him.

Fan Zhendong feels that Zhou Yu can actually be unreasonable and willful, but he has always been kind, a little silly, and a little cute. When he went to greet the flowers and applause with all his glory, Zhou Yu quietly stepped back and then stepped back, looking at him from a distance and smiling.

You look so silly when you smile, Fan Zhendong thought, but it’s also kind of pretty.

Fan Zhendong has thought that Zhou Yu is a bit good-looking since a long time ago.

That was when he was 14 years old and Zhou Yu was 19 years old.

Zhou Yu opened the door at the edge of the adult world when Fan Zhendong was still a child.

Fan Zhendong has not yet participated in the adult competition. During the Table Tennis Super League, he just sat on the sidelines and watched. Watching Zhou Yu clenching his fists and shouting on the court, every game was like a crucial final. Fan Zhendong also felt a little passionate for no reason. At that time, no player of the same age could beat him. Looking at Zhou Yu's sharp eyes on the field, the audience outside the field laughed because of his too serious excitement. , but he stared at his profile. That's great, Fan Zhendong thought, Brother Yu is really pretty when he plays seriously.

Hurry up, I have to grow up quickly and stand on the playing field.

This wish soon came true. It was faster than anyone expected, and he did not live up to his title of "little prodigy" at all. Until he stood on the podium of the Olympic champion, looking back at the journey, he felt that the little boy on the sidelines hoped that he would grow up quickly, as if it was just yesterday, and he had come so far without knowing it.

Fan Zhendong wants to keep something. Behind the many ordinary emotions and jokes, Zhou Yu is still more or less different.

However, many things in this world are not maintained by emotions.

Fan Zhendong didn’t understand it earlier.

By the time he reacted, he was no longer the child who could express his emotions at will.

He walked too fast and too far. His life has always been about growing up with countless partings and losses, and he was forced to move more hastily to make the impermanent world go faster.

He thought a lot.

Thinking about the relationship between people, it is probably impossible to withstand what-ifs. For example, if some people don’t go to school together, they will never know each other; if they don’t be teammates, they will never know each other; if they don’t be roommates, they will never understand each other; if they don’t work together for the same goal, they will never know each other. Become intimate.

But there will be people who no longer see each other after classmate graduation, there will be people who will become distant friends when teammates are separated, and people who have been roommates for many years may also lose contact.

The goals are no longer consistent, and they fall apart as they go.

Therefore, it is very rare for people to be close to each other forever. If the bond is lost, they will be separated easily.

Of course, there will be people who don’t need any ties and just rely on feelings. You care about me, I care about you, and we are still friends for life, but that seems too difficult.

Fan Zhendong feels that the older he grows, the more he worries about gains and losses.

When he knew that Zhou Yu would stay in Bayi as a coach after retiring, he almost let out a sigh of relief.

Great, you see, we still have such a bond, and we are connected, just like a kite that can't fly too far.

Now there is a little girl.

The first time he saw the pink and tender Zhou Xiaoyudian, Fan Zhendong seemed to have some soft thorns in his heart, dense joy, and even looked at Zhou Yu anxiously, "This little Fat face, please be my daughter-in-law."

Zhou Yu smiled and said yes. While teasing the child, he said, "But look at your little fat dad, he didn't even get a greeting gift, so he got a girl for nothing."

"Yes."

Fan Zhendong had just finished the game that day , he took out the medal from his pocket and hung it shiny around the little girl's neck.

Zhou Yu took it off and stuffed it back into his hand, "The medal is too important, keep it yourself."

"I gave it to my daughter."

"Don't." Zhou Yu insisted.

Fan Zhendong stared at Zhou Yu for a moment and compromised, "Okay, I'll bring the first-place doll to my daughter next time."

Later, I gave it to my goddaughter. It has become Fan Zhendong's routine to bring babies.

After returning home from the Olympics, it was bustling as usual. He was surrounded by people as soon as he got off the plane. It was the same as he had become familiar with over the years. He was greeted with rounds of flowers and applause. He felt that he There should be no regrets.

When he returned to the Bayi team, the team made a special appointment for him. He had a good drinking capacity now, but he still felt a little drunk in the warm atmosphere.

"Little fat daddy."

The little girl opened her hands for him to hug, and he pinched her face, "The little raindrops are beautiful again."

He looks really like Zhou Yu. The latter sentence was said in my heart, but the little girl's eyes were not as beautiful as Zhou Yu's. He added in his mind.

They didn't make a fuss too late. When they said goodbye, they took Li Muqiao's car. Zhou Yu held his daughter in his right hand, and Fan Zhendong sat on his left, staring with his head on Zhou Yu's shoulder to sleep.

It was Zhou Yu who got out of the car first. He patted Fan Zhendong's face, gently, as if many, many busy nights in the past that had been almost forgotten came back to Fan Zhendong's eyes gently.

"I'm leaving, Fatty. Don't sleep either. Go back to bed later or you won't catch a cold."

Fan Zhendong raised his head and subconsciously shouted "Zhou Yu—" —"

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay."

Zhou Yu tilted her head and smiled at him: "I fell asleep again.

"

As the car drove out, Xiao Yudian held the baby and waved to him obediently.

It was still good, everything was fine. Although I occasionally think about the past , thinking about the various people he met, but the clearest impression is probably Zhou Yu. I didn’t think so before, but now think about it, when he lowered his head and said nothing, when he shook his head angrily, he had a clear look on his face. When others share something, he understands when they suddenly giggle, and when he recalls these moments, he also recognizes Zhou Yu again.

That was his 27-year-old Zhou Yu. 32 years old.

"Goodbye. "He said to the car window.

Zhou Yu

led the team members to practice more. After Zhou Yu finished serving a set of balls, he looked at the team members sitting on the floor panting. "How about it, do you feel more motivated after watching the Olympics? ”

He was calculating in his mind and pointing at the training roster. Just like when he wrote a training diary for himself, there were many things written densely on it, recording the training status of the team members, including the results of recent games and videos. Analyze the scoring record and recent status.

I just talked to them in the past two days. I don’t know how much I heard, but the training spirit seems to be better.

Zhou Yu smiled with satisfaction.

"I see that you have been negative during training. What's wrong? Are you still in a mood? Didn't I say it before? It's normal for your status to fluctuate. If you don't play well in the game, just come back and slowly analyze and solve the problem. Everything has a process, so don't be impatient. "Zhou Yu said.

"No. "

The girl pursed her lips, looked at the floor, blinked a few times, and still couldn't help crying.

"Director Zhou," she raised her hand to wipe away her tears. “I just, I just feel a little bit——”

“Huh? ”

“It’s useless. No matter how hard I try, it’s useless.” "

"You are already the best performer among our group of players, and you still think so, what should others do? "

"No -" the girl said anxiously, "I only played better last year, but I know it in my heart. Every time I play in the team, I will know better, and the progress of others will be better. Faster than me, only me, only me standing still. Last year, when everyone in the team was optimistic about me, they said I should win the championship this year. But this year is about to pass, and there is not even a shadow of the championship. I went out to play in the Open twice, and I couldn't even get past the second round. No one was optimistic about me anymore. "

Zhou Yu smiled, patted her and asked her to look into his eyes, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether anyone likes you or not. What matters is yourself. But if you think this will make you more confident - I have always been optimistic about you, you know, your goal should still be the world championship. "

He suddenly remembered the conversation between Coach Wang Tao and himself at the table many years ago.

"Zhou Yu, cheer up, your goal should still be the world. champion. ”

He knew all about the slim hope. Sometimes it looked closer, but in an instant it seemed far away. He ran forward for many years relying on the guidance of that distant starlight.< /p>

“What’s wrong with wanting to be a world champion, or even an Olympic champion? "

At that time, his wife was still his girlfriend. He accidentally mentioned the dream that he had proclaimed when he was a teenager, and then said a little self-deprecatingly: "It's too early to talk big." "

"You are right," said the wife, who suddenly became serious and sincere. "When I was young, I said that I wanted to go to Peking University. Shouldn't I take the college entrance examination if I can't get into Peking University? If you can’t become an Olympic champion, do you stop being an athlete? No matter what happens, everyone has to move forward. "

"I know. "Zhou Yu smiled softly.

Actually, someone said the same thing to her.

He forgot the specific time, whether it was the defeat of the Table Tennis Super League or the suspension of qualification for the Open. game, or when he missed knocking on the door of the so-called "main force" during the straight game.

It was so uncomfortable, sweat dripped, his hair was messy, and his knees were injured. There was a dull pain.

There was an ice pack on his left shoulder.

It was already late, and he and Fan Zhendong were the only ones sitting side by side in the corridor of the infirmary.

The little fat man remained silent.

"You should go back first. I should have nothing to do here for a while. "

"Brother Yu," Fan Zhendong said hesitantly, "I know that whatever I say right now is a bit painful to stand up and talk -"

"But you really It's great, don't feel bad. No matter what, you have to move forward, right? ”

Fan Zhendong is really a lovely person.

No, he is hateful and cute at the same time, but he is more cute.

It seems that he was a little boy yesterday My child, I have already played a leading role for the Bayi team and the national team today. The little fat guy has worked too hard, Zhou Yu thought, so I won’t care about you when you are hateful.

Fan Zhendong is in the game. At that time, he was usually very calm and decent when facing the outside world. Xu Shi and Zhou Yu were too familiar. People often expose some of their inner weaknesses and sharp points when facing people they are familiar with.

So Zhou Yu had seen Fan Zhendong who was blatantly angry at the dinner table, Fan Zhendong who was so angry that he wanted to throw his racquet when practicing, and Fan Zhendong who choked him with two or three words unreasonably.

But children are still easy to coax, and Zhou Yu knows how to coax him.

But Fan Zhendong didn't know how to coax Zhou Yu. But every time Zhou Yu saw him trying to make her happy, and those words of comfort that were not very successful, Zhou Yu's heart suddenly softened, and his heart became less wrinkled and heavy.

In Zhou Yu’s eyes, Fan Zhendong is sincere and kind.

He treats others without reservation, and even teaches the opponent his serve seriously before a match. He cares about winning or losing, and lives an open life. Zhou Yu thought, he looked like a qualified champion. When he thought like this, he still felt a little proud in his heart. Not just because they are Bayi teammates. Regarding everything about Fan Zhendong, Zhou Yu always has some proud emotions. This has been a habit for many years. Just like every time, every time he looked at Fan Zhendong standing on the field, except when he was standing opposite him, he always hoped that the little fat man would win.

For other teammates, he rarely has such a straightforward preference.

Zhou Yu thought about giving good things and special things to him.

Xiao Yudian has recently become very interested in Zhou Yu’s medals.

Sit on the floor with your medal in hand and have fun.

"Dad, is this also the first place?"

"Yes, I won the first place with your little fat daddy."

" Does the little fat dad have the same medal?"

"Yes. There are also the same dolls."

"Dad, do you and the little fat dad have the same medals?"

"Yeah."

"Then, what about that big trophy? It's the one in Fatty's dad's house."

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, and then I understand what my daughter is saying.

World Championship doubles trophy.

"No, dad didn't. That was the first place that little fat dad won with others."

"Why?"

"..."

Zhou Yu thought about how to explain clearly to her daughter. As she grows up day by day, she should understand sooner or later that her father is not the most powerful person in her mind now.

"Because Dad doesn't have the key."

He suddenly told a story.

"Once upon a time, there was a very, very high mountain. There was a beautiful big house on the mountain. There were many beautiful trophies in the big house. But you have to climb a long, long way to get to the door of that house, Dad. We set out with many people, climbing and climbing. Many people gave up, but only a few people persisted and came to the door of the big house. But my father discovered that a key was needed to enter the house. Dad didn’t know. It turned out that Dad didn’t have the key from the beginning and couldn’t go in.”

It was almost. How many times have we come close?

When Zhou Yu was sitting on the sidelines holding his hair, he looked at the court in confusion, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Not even close.

If it's a little bit worse every time, it's not a little bit of a miss at all, it's a lot worse.

Maybe less decisive, maybe less lucky, maybe less skillful. But it is always like a bottomless black hole, sucking and devouring the ladder that was finally built with a lot of hard work.

If you can achieve everything in this world through hard work, why would there be so many regrets?

Look at him in the end, he still lacks a key.

Xiaoyudidian cried.

The innocent child looked at Zhou Yu and listened to the story, all he knew was that he felt aggrieved for his father.

"Why don't you have the key——"

"Don't cry, just listen to me——" Zhou Yu gently wiped her daughter's tears.

"Although my father failed to enter the house in the end, he was still very happy. After all, I persisted until the end. On the way up the mountain, my father saw a lot of scenery that others could not see and made many friends. , including your little fat dad, and even if dad knew from the beginning that he couldn't get into the house, he would probably still be unconvinced and want to climb up and take a look."

"You will do the same in the future. When you encounter many things like this, just keep doing it if you like it. If you stick to it, you won't regret it, you know?"

The little girl nodded, but her eyes were still confused.

Zhou Yu felt that he had gone too deep into what he said, and his daughter probably didn’t understand. He smiled and sighed.

"Look, dad has met so many people, your little fat dad, those uncles and aunts from the Bayi team, and uncle Jike——"

"Uncle Jike." Xiaoyudidian said.

"What?" Zhou Yu was stunned.

"Uncle Jike said last time that he must be called uncle, otherwise he will prick me with his beard every time he sees me."

"..."

In comparison, Xiao Yudian still prefers the chubby dad without a beard.

Every time we have dinner, we have to find the chubby dad to hold him. After returning from the Olympics, Fan Zhendong sat diagonally opposite Zhou Yu, holding the little girl on his lap, as if he was his own daughter, and she was very skillful. Zhou Yu looked funny and a little jealous, "Don't learn how to eat with your little fat father." Zhou Yu said, still letting his daughter sit on the little fat man's lap, while lamenting that his daughter was too Good to buy.

During a lively meal, drinking and chatting, Zhou Yu vaguely heard Fan Zhendong asking his little girl, "Who is more handsome, me or your father?" , and sentences like "Your dad's singing is so bad that he can't compare with me" and so on.

Zhou Yu felt that the roots of his teeth were a little itchy again.

The wine glass at hand was bottomed out. Zhou Yu had just eaten a spicy dish. His mouth was dry and thirsty because of the spicy food. He looked around for water. The table turned and the teapot was turned in front of him. He stopped. , he poured himself a glass of water.

Looking up, Fan Zhendong's hand was still on the table, holding the turntable steadily. After he finished pouring the water, he turned back to pick crabs for Xiao Yudiao.

Zhou Yu continued to eat and drink.

Then he got the vegetable soup on his wrist.

Before he said the sentence "Brother Hao, help me turn the napkin over", the napkin was steadily turned to him again. Xiao Yudian and Qian Yi ran around the table after they were full. , and now he no longer pestered Fan Zhendong. He and Da Fan were chatting about something and laughing happily. He still stretched out a hand to hold the turntable, glanced at Zhou Yu and took the tissue, and then retracted his hand. .

Okay.

Today’s Fan Zhendong is both cute and hateful. Still more cute than hateful.

On the way back in the car, Fan Zhendong sat next to Zhou Yu. He might have been sleepy or tired, so he fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. Zhou Yu turned his head and looked at his head. top.

It seems to be the ten thousandth time that I feel: The little hero has really worked hard.

Every time he wins, there should not only be flowers and applause, but also hugs and someone patting his shoulders and touching his head. Someone should always treat him as a child to make up for everything that should belong to a child on the way to his rapid growth.

At least that’s what Zhou Yu thought at this moment.

He hoped that Fan Zhendong would get a firm hug every time he opened his hands.

The night scene outside the car window flashed by, and Zhou Yu somehow recalled the time when he took the team members to watch the men's singles final a few days ago. In the last few balls, Zhou Yu's palms were sweaty. Through the screen, he watched a bead of sweat dripping from the tip of Fan Zhendong's nose, his eyes calm but determined.

He suddenly felt relieved.

He felt that nothing had changed. He felt that this road was really bumpy and glorious, painful and happy. He felt that none of them would regret it.

So many years.

So many years.