Chapter 50

Downing's eyes glanced over Zhuang Jingrui's racket. The frame was worn out and the net inside was replaced. She remembered that the racket was given by mu, and she had a pair of rackets at that time.

Zhuang Jingrui also plays badminton because Yimu likes to play with her. He also plays badminton to please her. He has played badminton for decades.

Zhuang Jingrui saw that she had almost stopped, so he invited: "coach Tang, do you mind coming with me?"

"Well, no problem."

Zhuang Jingrui hasn't played for half a month, and his opponent is downing. He's very alert and ready to go. He doesn't dare to be careless.

His badminton was just a casual game at the beginning. Later, for the sake of that person, he specially asked the coach to teach him. His skill is also good among ordinary people.

Downing is a professional player, no matter in physical strength and skill, will be stronger.

Zhuang Jingrui didn't dare to be careless when facing downing. Unlike Song Jin, he played in a regular way. They played more than ten times. At last, Downing didn't receive it. She went to pick up the ball with a smile.

"Mr. Zhuang's technique is good now."

"In front of coach Tang, I dare not say that my technique is good."

"Mr. Zhuang is too modest."

"You can't do without modesty. The opponent is too strong."

Zhuang Jingrui has a faint smile on his face. He is a gentleman as always. It seems that he has not changed in recent years. He is still warm and moist, but his face is more profound and has some traces of years.

Downing's eyes flitted over his calm eyes, serving again, and Zhuang Jingrui quickly moved to catch it.

When they come back to the court, Song Jin, who has washed her face, sees downing playing with others from a distance. When she comes closer, she sees the man's side face. She is surprised and immediately takes out the mask and puts it on her face.

She stood with her back to the field, at least not in front of Zhuang Jingrui now, because it was too easy to associate, which was tantamount to exposing her identity.

She thought for a while, turned and walked out. When she got outside, she called downing.

At the end of a round, Downing gasped for the phone.

"I'll go first."

She looked at Zhuang Jingrui: "well, next time."

"Good."

Song Jin takes a taxi and goes back directly. Downing hangs up. Zhuang Jingrui is surprised: "your friend has gone?"

"Well, let's go if there's something urgent. Keep coming."

"Good."

They are about the same age, but downing is a woman, and her physical strength is not as good as Zhuang Jingrui. In the end, she is not strong enough and loses first. Zhuang Jingrui is also strong. When downing stops with the beat, he gasps with his hands on his knees and looks at her with sweat on his face.

"Coach Tang's physical strength is still amazing."

Downing's hot cheeks were red, but his eyes were bright: "it's not as good as when you are young, but not when you are old."

Zhuang Jingrui sat down and said, "well, we are really old. It's more than 20 years in a flash."

Since her accident, he almost forgot the time, but as time goes by, the wrinkles on his face indicate that he is really old, and two thirds of his life has passed.

"Well, time goes by so fast that I don't feel like I've done anything. I haven't done anything for most of my life."

Tang Ning is also feeling, Zhuang Jingrui eyes dark: "recently you went to see her?"

"Well, with the flowers she likes, and you?"

"Well, she's still young, but we're all old."

Tang Ning didn't look at him. If he saw Song Jin now, he would be surprised.

"Mr. Zhuang is also a person with long feelings."

"Maybe."

He looked down at the ground with his eyelids drooping. Downing turned to see him lonely and astringent. Seeing this kind of Zhuang Jingrui, she began to believe in love and envy Yimu. If she hadn't had an accident in those years, she would have been happy with Zhuang Jingrui for the rest of her life.

She got up and wiped her face. "One more game."

"Good."

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Song Jin takes a taxi to the gate of the old house. Through the gate, she sees row upon row of street lights standing inside. The dim lights are shining on the avenue. She trots in.

Lu Nanyu went downstairs. The first floor was brightly lit, illuminating every corner of the room. His eldest brother was sitting on the sofa with his eyes drooping. His figure was lonely. There was a cake on the table. He thought it was his sister-in-law's birthday.

"Big brother."

When Lu Nancheng heard the sound, he turned around and saw Lu Nanyu standing not far away. He glanced at the dark yard. The night was already deep, then he looked at the wall clock and suddenly got up.

"I went up."

He walked fast and quickly past Lu Nanyu. He disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Lu Nanyu pondered. He saw a trace of injury in his elder brother's eyes just now, so he was serious? He was more and more confused about what elder brother meant to his sister-in-law.

Song Jin trots through the door all the way. She sees the brightly lit house from a long distance. She rushes in from the steps and almost collides with Lu Nanyu. Fortunately, she stops in time. She caresses her little chest and looks at him."My brother-in-law is going out so late?"

Lu Nanyu looked at Song Jin with a sweating face: "big brother is waiting for you upstairs."

"Well, I know."

She ran back in a hurry, estimated that he had not eaten yet, turned to go inside, ready to enter the kitchen, but saw the cake on the table, she was surprised, who's birthday?

Song Jin's brain is stiff for a moment, and soon remembers that it's her. She is Song Jin now, and it's also Song Jin's birthday.

knew the truth of her heart, and went over to open her birthday cake. It was a lovely piggy page. He also picked up the gift he had prepared, and the old aunt was moved.

She quickly went upstairs with the gift in her hand and found a circle without seeing anyone else.

"Lunan City, where are you?"

She looked for rooms one by one, but he didn't respond. Finally, she went to the top floor and went up to the top floor platform. She saw him lying on a chair looking at the night sky, with a few bottles of wine beside him.

This is Song Jin's second visit to the top of the building. She happily went to sit beside him and picked up a bottle of wine: "Lu Nancheng, thank you. The cake is beautiful and I like the present very much."

But Lu Nancheng didn't respond at all, and the slow old aunt couldn't figure out the situation. He leaned back on the chair, half squinting his long and narrow eyes, drinking, looking up at the night sky with a cold face.

Song Jin stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him: "don't be angry, I'll cook for you."

She didn't think that today was Song Jin's birthday. She held his arm and shook it again. Then he turned his head and looked at her with a little coldness.

Lu Nancheng looked at the smile on her face. It was fresh and pretty. His heart was stuffy and he slowly dispersed: "don't you know it's my birthday today?"

"Sorry, I forgot."

She grinned and shook his arm. He opened her and said, "go cook."

"OK, I'll wait."