"Beep!"
The referee blew the whistle to end the game. Although it was not a night game, Sam Bradford walked forward in a friendly manner, shook hands with Lu Ke and greeted him, expressing his respect for the golden ocean in front of him. Compared to other St. Louis Rams players who walked away, this was Bradford's personal choice.
Lu Ke sincerely expressed his gratitude.
Then, turning around, Lu Ke walked to the center of the court and joined his other teammates. Everyone was neatly arranged in three rows, one for the offensive team, one for the defensive team, and one for the special teams. All the main players and substitutes were there. Without exception, they appeared on the court, and then they raised their hands high, showing off the golden accessories on their hands and bodies, and applauded to express their gratitude to the audience.
north. west. south. east.
All the spectators in the entire Candlestick Stadium stood up collectively, waving their support scarves and other support items, and then the familiar support slogan once again aroused in the stadium, simple but direct, familiar and powerful, showing The tenacity and passion unique to this stadium and this city:
"Fight! Keep fighting!"
There are nine of them. They are warriors. I would rather break than bend, be unyielding, and never give up!
"Fight! Keep fighting!"
They are gold diggers who are closely united. They came to this land before the guidance of their ancestors, creating a new world and creating a life that belongs to them. No matter how many difficulties, no matter how much suffering, no matter how many hardships, Frustration, none of this can defeat them. If their fate is destined to be gloomy, then they will use their hands to tear open a gap and feel the brightness of the sun.
"Fight! Keep fighting!"
That high-spirited fighting spirit, that surging enthusiasm, and that unyielding will are ignited again and burning! Not just because of the touchdown, not just because of the victory, but the genes deep in their blood, they are fighters! They are warriors! They are warriors!
Let the storm come more violently!
…
Ryan Baldwin sat quietly in his wheelchair. Before he realized it, his eyes began to heat up slightly. Hot tears blurred his vision. The golden ocean gradually became blurred, but it was like volcanic lava in the blood vessels. It's gushing and boiling. This feeling is really wonderful:
Tormented by amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, his muscles have gradually begun to wither, his consciousness and nerves are slowly losing control of his body, and the movements he once took for granted have become extremely difficult - he must It took all the strength of his body to clench his fists.
But now, his muscles felt a touch of warmth again, as if his body had been magnified into a universe. Every minute change could be clearly controlled, and even nerves as thick as hair could stretch and contract accurately. He has the initiative over his body again!
The deafening cheers echoed in the ward, and Ryan tried to clench his fist little by little. His fingers still couldn't be fully straightened, and the muscles in his palms were still stiff. Even the slightest exertion required countless efforts. The energy in his fingertips began to tremble slightly.
Use force.
Push harder.
Ryan still couldn't make a fist freely, but this time, he didn't give up. He stared at his fist intently, gritted his teeth, and continued to exert force in his brain. Closer, closer, just a The action of clenching his fist made his whole body begin to tremble violently, as if it was a battle between the brain and the body. Even if it was difficult and difficult, he still refused to surrender!
finally.
The fingertips finally curled up in the palm of the hand, and they clenched with all their strength, and then clenched again, firmly controlling their destiny in the palm of their hands.
Then, raise your right hand high!
"Fight. Continuously."
Ryan's voice was still unclear, and he could not pronounce words accurately. Two single verses were extremely difficult; but he still stubbornly and stubbornly raised his right hand and shouted over and over again, and his voice finally broke through the shackles of his throat. , like a lion awakening, roaring out the unyielding will deep in the soul.
"Fight! Keep fighting!"
Roar! Roar again!
One after another, they roared continuously; one after another, there was a continuous burst of passion, and the high-spirited fighting spirit began to rise strongly, and it climbed steadily, as if even the soul began to burn, shouting and shouting, Tears just broke through the shackles of his eyes, wetting his face in embarrassment.
However, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed again after a long absence, blooming wantonly and brightly, and then he roared forgetfully, "The fight never stops! The fight never stops! The fight never stops!"
In this way, Ryan joined the ranks of the golden ocean at Candlestick Stadium and let out an unyielding roar from the depths of his soul. He refused to admit defeat. He was a Niner who always held his head high and his chest held high. With the nine people facing the battle, he is now ready to fight fate again.
Jonathan, who was standing diagonally behind, stared at the scene in front of him. Whether it was the golden ocean on the TV screen or Ryan's selfless roar, the rhythm that fit together was so beautiful and so moving that Jonathan's eyes once again He turned slightly red and looked really embarrassed.
In order to avoid further embarrassment, Jonathan also clenched his fists tightly and shouted along with Ryan.
But this is not Candlestick Stadium after all, and Jonathan is inevitably a little shy. Without the companionship of my companions, I was now in a quiet hospital environment. After opening my mouth, I was still a little cautious and worried. What if my shouting disturbed other patients, what if their noise caused adverse effects? What if they disturb the hospital patients who are resting...?
But Ryan didn't care at all, he just kept shouting, one voice after another, so lonely, so weak, so weak, but he never gave up, he made his voice unremittingly and unswervingly, building up his momentum bit by bit. Lifting upwards little by little, the thin shoulders now looked so straight and straight.
Jonathan gradually found his voice, and the moment the voice broke through his throat and shouted, the smile on his lips couldn't help but bloom, and his mood soared, soaring on the wind.
"The fight never stops!"
Jonathan and Ryan were like fools, raising their arms and shouting in unison. When their eyes met, they both became excited. In a trance, they seemed to have returned to Candlestick Stadium, joining the ranks of all nine people, enjoying themselves. Enjoy the game and taste the victory wantonly.
The two voices seemed inconspicuous, but they still stood out in the quiet inpatient department.
One after another, the family members in the inpatient ward poked their heads out and curiously looked at the activities in the corridor. The nurse on duty who was originally at the nurse station immediately ran out, apologizing and shouting. , trying their best to control the situation and stop losses in time before the riot spreads.
"Etc., etc."
Unexpectedly, a bystander called out to the nurse. Seeing that the nurse had no time to respond, other bystanders on both sides of the corridor also called out to help, "Wait a minute."
The nurse finally finished braking and asked a little impatiently, "What's wrong?"
"So be it."
"Let us enjoy today's victory."
"That's Ryan Baldwin, isn't it?"
"This is his afternoon."
"We also really like today's game, so let everyone enjoy it."
"That's right."
Chirping sounds were heard one after another, and the nurse's footsteps had completely stopped, and she looked at the group of patients' family members in front of her with dumbfounded eyes, "This... this won't work. It will affect the patient's rest. What should I do?"
The family members all looked at each other and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Finally, a patient pushing a bottle stand came out, showed a weak smile, and broke the short silence.
"What's more touching than a victory? Almost all of the patients living here are dying and waiting to die. Maybe we all need a little encouragement, not just Ryan. God , to be honest, I’m a little jealous of Ryan, it would be great if Bambi fought for me in this victory.”
No one spoke anymore, the corridor became quiet again, and the voices of the Baldwin brothers became abrupt again, "The battle never stops."
The passionate emotions were surging in the room, leaking out from the tightly closed door of the ward, weak but firm, and then you could see the patient dragging his bottle rack and swaying to the Beside the door, he slowly leaned on the wall, seeming to need a little support to stay standing. He quietly pressed his ears against the threshold and listened quietly.
He murmured softly, "The fight never stops, the fight never stops."
But the voice was really too soft, and others could not hear clearly, nor could they clearly see the shape of his mouth, and could not judge at all. However, his expression revealed a touch of peace and comfort, as if he was enjoying such a moment, like a man about to die. People greedily breathe the breath of life, harder and harder.
Everyone else couldn't help but froze on the spot, including the nurse.
Quietly, my mood began to brighten involuntarily, and I had an illusion in a trance. The haze that shrouded the inpatient department seemed to have quietly opened a gap, and golden sunshine fell, making people relax with warmth. People couldn't help but start looking over, gathering at the door of Ryan Baldwin's ward, staring at the small screen in the ward, and quietly gazing at the bright and dazzling golden ocean.
The patients lying obediently on the beds in other wards couldn't help but close their eyes and mouths, letting their sense of hearing amplify, and carefully capture the glimmer of hope surging in the air, even if it was just an extremely weak glimmer. Hope, too, they held tightly, tightly with both hands.
Life is a miracle and no one should give up easily. Even if life, old age, illness and death are arranged by fate, it is difficult to say the outcome lightly before taking a chance.
