Very free and easy!

Wave your sleeves and don’t take away a cloud!

I put Ivanka Trump's mobile phone number on the blacklist and tried not to think about anything related to Ivanka Trump, and tried to forget every bit of it with her. Although this is difficult, although I don't have much past with her, my heart seems to have been covered with her shadow. Her smile and frown, and even her cold voice are unforgettable.

But I must forget her, forget this woman who is destined to be a passerby in my life, and stop thinking about her...

"Gentlemen, ladies, my dearest Wizards idols, good evening everyone! I am Louis Carter, the host of tonight..." The host walked onto the small stage in the spotlight with the microphone and spoke the opening remarks.

For this celebration party, I was considered a big deal this time. I spent $3,000 in one night. The sound engineer, host, accompaniment, lighting stylist, two local singers in Washington, several hot girls dressed in extremely charmingly, plus the various exquisite foods and wine prepared, it cost me 130,000 US dollars.

But this is nothing to do. I won the jackpot and made some money to write a book. I didn’t invite my teammates, and the coaches were really unbeatable. In addition, I was in a bad mood with Ivanka and Trump. I also wanted to find a place to vent my money. The money was already spent a little, and I just wanted to make myself completely happy and cheer up again.

"Thank you! Michael, thank you for your help for so long!"

"It's mainly because you work hard on your own and keep cheering on, and you will become a great center!"

"To you, Richard, thank you for your help in my shooting training. I always want to say thank you to you. I always say something to you. I don't know what to say. After drinking some wine today, I told you with a shameless face, haha..."

"Just kidding! You still have my guidance on your training. If you work hard, it would be strange if you don't succeed!"

"Look at what you said, no matter how hard you work, you need to have a master's guidance. You are my master! Ha..."

"Ah! Famous teacher! Let's drink another one for the famous teacher..."

"Christian, I'll respect you, I've always regarded you as my biological brother. I won't say anything about my brother!"

"Ha, what else are we brothers saying? Everything is in the wine!"

"Carlos, let's do one. We are very strong this year and may be able to win the championship. Now our winning rate is ranked first among all the teams in the league. We must work hard, let's win the championship together..."

"Ha! I will definitely listen to you, and we will definitely win the championship."

"Changxi, the person I want to bribe the most is you. ***. If you don't bribe you, don't bribe you. If you don't pass the ball to me on the court, wouldn't I bet! Come on, let's have a good time..."

"Kaomei, you are just talking nonsense. When did I not pass the ball to you? As long as your chance is good, I have never passed it to outsiders. Come on, let's have one of our brothers."

I felt a little drunk, and the past events after rebirth rushed to my heart. Michael Jordan's repeated instructions, Christian Letterner gave me a small hospitality after training, everyone was running around after the first fight, Michael Jordan's haggardness after the second fight, Michael Jordan's haggardness after Michael Jordan's injury, every bit of the team I led alone after the playoffs, the pain of being swept through by Michael Jordan in Las Vegas, the charity incident with Mr. David Brian, and after meeting Ivanka Trump, I was locked in my room and desperately wrote "Prison Break". After yesterday's game, I suddenly announced that I had no relationship with her.

I suddenly want to cry, I want to sing, I really want to sing, and I want to sing Andy Lau's classic song "Men, Cry! Cry! Not a Sin".

I staggered toward the center of the stage, picked up a spare microphone, and shouted at the top of my throat:

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, today I Kwame Brown is very happy. I am here to sing a song to all the men, my teammates, and my coaches."

"Okay!" The applause was thundering.

"The song is a Chinese song, and its name is "Men, cry! Cry! It's not a sin!" It is translated into American language, pleasecry, theman!"

The applause was dripping, maybe some people felt something was wrong!

But I was already slightly drunk and forgot to care about this. There was no music because I didn’t know the score of this song, but this did not affect my singing of this song with my whole body and soul.

When I was young

People around you say you can't cry

After I am mature

Say to the mirror I can't regret it

Wandering in a range

The mind is constantly reincarnated on the line of life

People sleeping day and night with masks

I'm exhausted

When she clearly cried

But I forgot how to cry

When I regret it clearly

But I forgot how to regret it in my heart

The invisible pressure makes me very tired

I started to feel a little difficult to breathe

Start slowly removing defense

Slowly regret slowly and cry slowly

Men cry, cry, cry, cry, not sin

No matter how strong a person is, he has the right to get tired

If only heartbreak is left behind a smile

Why do you have to be so embarrassed

Men cry, cry, cry, cry, not sin

Taste the tears of long-lost time

Even if it rains, it's a beauty

Why not seize this opportunity

Cry once

When she clearly cried

But I forgot how to cry

When I regret it clearly

But I forgot how to regret it in my heart

The invisible pressure makes me very tired

I started to feel a little difficult to breathe

Start slowly removing defense

Slowly regret slowly and cry slowly

Men cry, cry, cry, cry, not sin

No matter how strong a person is, he has the right to get tired

If only heartbreak is left behind a smile

Why do you have to be so embarrassed

Men cry, cry, cry, cry, not sin

Taste the tears of long-lost time

Even if it rains, it's a beauty

Why not seize this opportunity

Cry once

Not a sin

Drunk!

Cried

Tired!

Tears flowed into my mouth, a little salty and astringent smell! It was like my broken heart. I tore my hoarse voice and kept roaring. I knew no one could understand what I was singing. I was just venting my irritable mood madly.

I became a pirate. I sang one song after another. There were English and Chinese. I couldn't remember what I sang, what I could sing, and what I could sang. I sang all the songs and sang until I fell drunk on the ground and sang until I didn't know anything.

In a hazy state, a woman in a white gauze dress walked over and helped me, who was full of alcohol, and slowly walked home. It was the woman in my dream, so beautiful, so gentle, and so...


Chapter completed!