NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 360 Home: A Safe Harbor

Nicole sent Wang Yi to the door of the Sunshine Community where their home is located.

Then he waved to Wang Yi: "Wang, then I will go to the hotel to rest first. If you need my help with anything, please call anytime."

Wang Yi nodded.

Nicole drove a low-key Land Rover and slowly disappeared around the corner of the street, only then did Wang Yi turn his head.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar narrow gates of this neighborhood, he couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart.

I haven't seen you in the past three years, it seems like a lifetime away.

The concierge has changed;

The greening in the community seems to be better;
Uncle Li is still sitting at the cement table in the small square and playing chess!

It was no longer the eternal Uncle Wang who played against him, but an uncle in a vest.

Those watching chess around are familiar and unfamiliar.

Just when Wang Yi was feeling quite emotional, a voice came from the tree-lined road next to him: "Wang Yi? Are you Wang Yi? Are you not in the United States? Why are you back?"

Wang Yi turned his head and saw that it was Grandma Sun.

Before he went to the NBA, Grandma Sun was still trying to introduce him to someone.

All day looking forward to his return home.

Later, when Wang Yi went to the NBA, Grandma Sun looked forward to the stars and the moon, and to Wang Yi's return.

He smiled and nodded to Grandma Sun: "So it's Grandma Sun, I'm coming back from vacation for a few days."

"The love is good, the family is good, stay at home for a few more days, and spend more time with your parents. By the way, do you have a date?"

Wang Yi replied subconsciously: "No."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wang Yi regretted it.

"It's not good, it's not good," Grandma Sun was a little excited, "My nephew's eldest daughter just graduated from Jiaotong University this year. The girl looks like nothing to talk about. And she's working..."

"Grandma Sun, my mother called me home for dinner, I have to go."

Wang Yi interrupted Grandma Sun and hurriedly fled the scene.

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.

But it is difficult for them to say "Daddy loves you" to their children.

They find it weird, awkward, and embarrassing—especially as the child grows up.

They are like a silent mountain, holding up a sky for children.

……

Wang Yi entered.

His mother quickly took the backpack from his shoulders.

"Sitting on the plane for several hours, you're hungry, go wash your hands and eat. You haven't eaten well in the past two years, and you've lost weight. Are you not used to the food over there? Your towels and soap are all in the original place Let it go, you can get it by reaching out..."

Mother was busy in the kitchen, and kept nagging in her mouth.

After Wang Yi washed his hands, his parents had already brought the food to the table.

Father took out a bottle of baijiu—Wang Yi recognized that this was baijiu that his father had treasured for many years.

There was no label on the bottle and no idea what it was.

His father had strictly forbidden him to touch this bottle of wine since he was a child.

Only when his father's friends came to the house, he would take it out and have a few drinks with his friends.

I remember once he secretly tasted it out of curiosity, but was beaten up by his father.

Father took out two wine glasses.

The mother glared at the father: "What wine do you drink in the morning?"

The father did not respond to the mother, but just put the wine glass on the table.

Then he sat down silently.

Wang Yi hurriedly poured two glasses.

Put a cup in front of your father, and a cup in front of yourself.

Father did not clink glasses with Wang Yi.

It would be strange for a father to clink glasses of wine with his son.

He directly raised his glass and drank it down.

Wang Yi also quickly picked up the cup and finished drinking with him.

When the spirit entered his throat, he felt a rush of hotness extending from his throat to his stomach in an instant.

The whole body and mind feel warm.

Father put down the wine glass, and Wang Yi poured another glass for his father and himself.

Only then did the father speak: "What's the deal?

(End of this chapter)