NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

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Grandma Sun's voice continued to come from behind: "Then you can leave a phone number, or WeChat. This child..."

Wang Yi met a few more acquaintances in the community.

Of course, some strangers greeted Wang Yi and even asked Wang Yi to take a group photo.

Wang Yi waved his hand: "I'm sorry, I still have something to do at home."

Said to leave quickly.

It's not that he's playing big cards.

He is really not in the mood today.

Parents knew he was coming back because they had spoken on the phone before.

When he came to the door of the house, he could already smell the aroma of food wafting from the house.

Still the familiar tomato scrambled eggs.

Wang Yi remembered that he used to like to eat rice with scrambled eggs and tomatoes.

His mother often made it for him.

He later played professional basketball and went home less frequently.

But every time he came home, his mother would cook him rice with scrambled eggs and tomatoes.

"Are you ready? You have been cooking a meal for two hours and it's still not ready? I reckon my son is almost home by this point."

Father's voice came from inside the door.

Then came the mother's complaint: "You know how to stand there and talk, but you don't know how to choose an onion and peel a garlic for me. My son finally came back, so why don't we prepare something richer?"

"Oh, just listen to me. What my son likes to eat is the home-cooked meals you made before. Do you know what the taste of childhood is?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand, then you can do it yourself."

With a single word from my mother, my father was submissive and did not say another word.

Sure enough, you do what you do is the only way to deal with all kinds of trolls.

The mother continued: "By the way, when your son comes back later, don't mention the transaction. Wait until he is emotionally stable."

The father said in a nonchalant tone: "Don't worry. If he can't even bear this blow, he doesn't deserve to be my son, Wang Jianhua."

"Go, go, go. His child has been hit, and his parents are thinking about how to reassure him. You are fine, just like a normal person."

"This is the benefit of my strict training on him since he was a child. He endured 10 times more hardships than ordinary peers. His endurance is also far more than ordinary peers. This is why you have been by my side when I trained him Protect him, if you didn't protect him then, his spirit will be stronger now."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Which mother doesn't love her son? How can there be a father like you who specializes in torturing children."

Listening to the familiar bickering sound of his parents, Wang Yi's eyes were not only slightly moist.

He has been away from home for almost three years.

In the past three years, I haven't heard any bickering from my parents.

He used to find the old couple annoying.

But now it sounds so kind.

boom.

bang bang.

Wang Yi reached out and knocked on the door.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps inside, and the door opened.

Mother appeared at the door.

Behind the mother, the father is holding a green onion in his hand.

"Mom, I'm back."

Wang Yi spoke.

Tears welled up in my mother's eyes.

His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but suddenly he choked up.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

The father glared at the mother: "I told you a long time ago, don't cry, don't cry. What are you crying for?"

Then he said to Wang Yi, "Wash your hands and eat."

After speaking, he turned and went to the kitchen.

He didn't even look at Wang Yi again.

His tone seemed very flat, even slightly cold.

But Wang Yi is used to it.

In his impression, his father always seemed to be like this.

Apart from basketball, they rarely communicate with each other.

He rarely even saw a smile on his father's face.

My father would talk and laugh with others, but he always kept a straight face in front of himself.

When he was a teenager, when he was in the rebellious period of youth, he even felt that his father never loved him.

But last year when he said "I am here to conquer the NBA", he was hacked by the whole Internet.

That phone call let him know that his father still cared about him.

When he was at the door just now, in the conversation between his father and his mother, he could also hear his father's concern for his son...

Yes, there are several fathers who do not love their children.

It's just that our Chinese culture is more restrained in expressing emotions.

A father's love for his children is not expressed through words, but through actions.

Most fathers will do anything for their children, no matter how hard it is.