Ryan Baldwin was lying on the hospital bed peacefully and calmly. It seemed that he was no different from the last time we met. It was just because the hour hand had passed midnight and he was too tired and fell into a deep sleep. His shallow breathing almost disappeared, and the bright moonlight vaguely outlined the lines of his face. The usually vigorous energy rested quietly in the dead of night, accumulating energy and waiting for the next explosion.
Everything was too quiet to feel real.
Lu Ke's mind always couldn't help but picture the vibrant Ryan Baldwin, bathed in the bright sunshine, wearing the No. 14 red home jersey, with red and gold paint on his cheeks, and his eyes blooming Shining brightly, he waved his arms high and shouted at him, "Bambi, let's sprint towards the championship together, okay?"
That flamboyant and wanton vitality is so hot that it almost burns the skin, eclipsing the sun hanging above the blue sky. It jumps hard, shouts with all its strength, and rolls with all its strength, releasing life. All the brilliance set off the mighty golden ocean, dyeing the entire Candlestick Stadium in dazzling colors.
Lu Ke closed his eyes in panic. Before the sourness and pain broke through the shackles of willpower, he suppressed the surging emotions, but in the end he couldn't stop the sadness from spreading in his heart, and his mouth was full of bitterness.
Opening his eyes again, Ryan was still lying there calmly, motionless. All the vitality and vitality were withdrawn from the light little by little, fading from the colorful colors to gray black and white, and finally fell into a dead silence. In the midst of this, life slips away from the fingers like gravel, and the harder you try, the harder it is to hold on to it.
Ryan Baldwin is gone.
The Ryan who never gave up even when the San Francisco 49ers were at their lowest point, the Ryan who always believed that the San Francisco 49ers were the best team in the world, the Ryan who always shouted "Keep fighting", the Ryan who never gave up. Ryan, who refuses to give up his pursuit of the Super Bowl even in a wheelchair...
The Ryan who became embarrassed when standing in front of the girl he admired, the Ryan who was moved to tears on Super Bowl night, the Ryan who bathed in the sun and shouted to Lu Ke, "Let's defend the title together", The Ryan who has the blood of the Nine flowing through his veins at any time and anywhere...
he's gone.
Gone forever.
"Bambi, this is our best year, right?"
They walked side by side, ran wildly, and rushed to the top of the Super Bowl amidst the dazzling golden ocean. The joy and happiness were still vivid in their minds, and it seemed that the fingertips could still feel the golden and red pieces of paper flying all over the sky. ; But in the blink of an eye, he stopped forever and stood there, watching them continue to run wildly, and then they drifted away. Suddenly, he could no longer be seen around him.
His eyes fell on Ryan. It was still the familiar red No. 14 jersey, and the handwriting belonging to Lu Ke was still faintly visible.
"To Ryan Baldwin,
If they say, who cares if another light goes out, twinkling beneath billions of stars in the sky? Yes, I care.
Lu Ke. "
Even after he said goodbye and left, he still wore this beloved jersey, because this was proof of his existence.
Maybe in the eyes of others, Rui En is just a Nine. There are tens of thousands of Nines in this city, and Rui En is just an insignificant one among them; but in Lu Ke's view, Rui En is He is an important member of the countless nine people. Even if it is the faintest ray of starlight, he is an irreplaceable part of the stars in the sky.
Without the existence of those tiny stars, how can we bring out the brilliance of those bright stars?
What's more, Ryan is not an ordinary Niner. He is Ryan Baldwin. He is the Ryan Baldwin who awakened the golden sea of Candlestick Stadium. He is the Ryan who redefined the soul of the current San Francisco 49ers. Well, Baldwin, now, this light is quietly extinguished under the billions of stars in the sky.
Yes, Lu Ke cares.
"God, you suffered a big loss this time." A big smile appeared on the corner of Lu Ke's mouth, but the tears in his eyes were still unable to be suppressed after all. They were faintly spinning deep in his eyes, and the sadder they became, the brighter they became. , the more painful it is, the brighter it becomes.
"I tell you, our goal this year is to defend the title, and you are about to miss this journey. You will regret it, so regretful that you will jump in place. Because all of this will be extremely exciting and will always leave a deep mark in the history of the team. page, even better than last year’s Super Bowl championship.”
"How is it? Are you starting to regret it now?"
Lu Ke raised his hand to wipe away the overflowing tears from his eyes, and chuckled, "Ha. It doesn't matter, you know, I will keep my promise, with your dreams and my persistence, towards defending the title." Keep moving forward towards your goal. I will carefully record the scenery along the way and then tell you all about it. I am a master storyteller. How about it, haven’t you discovered it before?”
"The fight never stops, Ryan, remember? This is what we believe in and what we believe in. It was before, it is now, and it will always be in the future. I won't be knocked down easily until I reach the finish line. The fight never stops. The fight never stops." !" As he spoke, Lu Ke's voice couldn't be suppressed after all, and he started to tremble slightly.
The fight goes on.
The fight never stops!
Ryan, didn't we agree? Fight together! Let's see who can persevere to the end this time! But why did you suddenly fall behind? This journey has just begun, and you have already chosen to stand still. This is not the Ryan Baldwin I know. It shouldn't be like this!
"The battle never ends." Lu Ke murmured softly, but instead of his usual passion, he revealed a deep sadness. The Ryan who ignited the hope of Candlestick Stadium, the one who understood Lu Ke's heart Terrified Ryan, his battle alone has finally come to an end.
Lu Ke just stared at Ryan quietly. It seemed that at a certain moment, Ryan would suddenly open his eyes, clenched his fists, raised his arms and shouted, "The battle never stops! Bambi, let's defend the title together." Sprint!" As if everything in front of them was just a bad prank, and then they could fight together again.
But, nothing happened, nothing.
Lu Ke's emotions gradually calmed down, and he said quietly but firmly, "Ryan, I will do it."
This is not the end, nor is it goodbye. The journey that belongs to Ryan is still going on; the story that belongs to Lu Ke is still being written; the history that belongs to the San Francisco 49ers is still being recorded... and their battle is still being staged!
Lu Ke straightened his back again, wiped away all the embarrassment on his cheeks, turned around with his wheelchair, and looked at Jonathan sitting next to him again, "This is not the end, you know that, right? This This battle will continue, and we will carry Ryan's weight and continue to move forward. Before the start of the regular season, Ryan and I made an agreement, and I will fulfill this commitment. Jonathan, are you willing to be with us? Keep going?"
Jonathan raised his head and stared at Lu Ke in front of him, more seriously than ever before.
At this time, Jonathan's mind slowly came to life. It was the man in front of him who gave hope to the team and Ryan again. In the past two years, they have become the happiest and luckiest team in the world. The fans seemed to have stolen two years from the dark years.
The man in front of me now, in today's arduous opening game, played through injury, led the team to complete an epic reversal, bid farewell to Ryan with this victory, and started the title defense with this victory Journey, in the last glory of Ryan's life, hope is still shining.
Ryan's life stopped moving forward, but the team that carried all the weight of Ryan's soul did not.
Jonathan rekindled a weak candle deep in his heart, emitting a little warmth, making the tingling sensation in the muscles of his body clear again. He tried to say something, but found that any language became pale and unable to express it at all. One ten thousandth of the inner emotion.
Jonathan turned to look at Ryan, describing the outline of Ryan's facial features through the hazy tears, and his voice naturally found an outlet, "The battle never stops."
The fight never stops, he said.
This is not the end. This is not the end. This is not goodbye.
Jonathan slowly straightened his waist. Although the muscles in his body were as stiff as marble, and every tiny movement consumed countless energy, he still stood upright again with strength, and faced Lu Ke head-on and calmly. , repeating the words just now unswervingly, "The fight never stops!"
This battle is still going on.
Jonathan's eyes gradually became firmer. The wounds of losing a loved one will never disappear, but scabs will eventually heal, and those edges and corners will eventually be smoothed out, and then remain on his chest forever, accompanying him on his journey of life. , "Bambi, thank you." Jonathan finally found his voice and his thoughts, and this was the first thought that came to his mind.
Lu Ke was injured.
Jonathan realized this only belatedly now.
In fact, there is no need for Lu Ke to show up tonight. He can choose to come to the hospital with other teammates tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, or even just show up at the funeral, because Ryan is just a fan, not a relative. Fans who are not ordinary fans are just ordinary members of the common people. If they are benevolent, righteous and polite, then they are blameless.
But Lu Ke still chose to come to the hospital as soon as possible tonight. There was no media or fans, so naturally there was no attention. Maybe the whole world didn't know about it, but Lu Ke didn't care at all, just to say goodbye; more What's more, Lu Ke was injured, and the whole city knew that Lu Ke was injured. This sincere friendship is self-evident.
"I just came here to say goodbye to an old friend." Lu Ke said with a smile.
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