Chapter 455: The magnificence in life

December
In the last month of 1998, this past month, the Pistons’ contracted players were called by Mo Mengchen to spontaneously go to Pampf, Arizona for a training-type gathering.
They conducted a month of closed training.
"Ironically, we came to Grand Canyon State for a month, backed by the Rocky Mountains, but never seen the Grand Canyon once. You said, is our life too monotonous?"
After a month of training, Barkley, who reduced his weight to 15 kg, said the first day of December.
"If you lose your stomach, I might consider taking you to play."
Mo Mengchen practiced a sweat, and in the past few months, his greatest achievements have been different.
The same is to increase the weight to 87 kg.
Another is to become a big winner in Grammy again. He won several grand prizes in Grammy. The upward momentum is so strong that he can hardly find a newcomer to match. Some active Uranus superstars also have to admit: "No one can stop Ethan."
The victory on the Grammy gave Mo Mengchen a reward of 20,000 attribute points. He was not in a hurry to use this huge sum of money, because until February next year, the sales volume of the album would also allow him to obtain a considerable amount of huge attributes. Divided income.
By then his attribute score is expected to reach 400,000.
Hearing Mo Mengchen’s words, Buckley turned his belly and said dissatisfiedly,
I’m trying to lose weight, but you can’t let me lose 30 pounds in a month?

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and said, "Then I didn't let you gain 30 pounds during the offseason!"
Daddy burst
But Barkley is a thick-skinned person: "I'm so old, what's wrong with fat? I want to retreat behind the scenes as early as jd. Should I give young people a chance?"
Upon hearing this, Jerome William was radiant.
Rashid smiled and said nothing.
Even if Buckley controls his weight seriously, the Pistons power forward is destined not to be him anymore.
Rashid Wallace's fit with the Pistons is amazing.
First of all, his inside single defense belongs to the league's first class, and the cooperative defense also has a very powerful influence. It is a natural fit to match Ben Wallace.
The Big Ben has no right to defend. Because of the lack of height, he is often eaten by his height and strength. Rashid has a strong single defense, which is enough to help him make up for this shortcoming. Then Rashid is at the front and Big Ben from the side Guy, it’s exciting to think about that scene, this is the defensive end.
Offensively, Rashid did not have as much lethality as Barkley in the low post, but his methods were very comprehensive. Most of the players from North Carolina are like this. They have a comprehensive offense, and they can also draw a three-point shot from the outside. The team's idea of ​​running and bombardment is completely gentle, coupled with the coquettish ball that can send out the flair, the running and bombing system of roaring Tianzun and the piston can be said to be a match made in heaven.
The only problem may be that because the team's rhythm is too fast, he may only play 0 minutes per game.
The question for Barkley is not no, but whether he can compete with Jerome Williams next season, otherwise, he can only go to grab trash time with Rashad Lewis.
The Pistons' internal competitiveness is strong, and each team has its own right.
Big Ben and Rashid, Williams and Barkley, Pollard and Lewis, as well as Lauderdale, a mascot for a thousand years.
With seven insides, Rashid has four power forwards, and Big Ben can swing to No. 4, only Pollard and Lauderdale are pure No. 5.
The newly joined team Rashid and Lewis have a distinctive feature is that they can shoot good shots, which is very compatible with the team's system.
When it comes to going out to play, everyone's mind moved.
Mo Mengchen certainly won't open this mouth, and everyone keeps giving Hill a look: it's your turn.
Hill cleared his throat and said, "Mo, everyone has been training for a month and should relax."
"It's your turn to be a good person again?" Mo Mengchen said lightly. "I'm not a concentration camp here. There is no house arrest for you. Any of you want to go out and play with yourself."
Everyone, look at me, I look at you.
If Mo Mengchen doesn't go, who dares to go?
Hill laughed: "You haven't rested for a month, don't you want to relax?"
Mo Mengchen is also not a robot. Naturally, he needs to rest. He thinks that he has already rested now, but these people seem to think that such rest is not enough?
"Ok."
He picked up the ball and put it on the ground and said: "Give you five chances, who can throw this ball into the basket, and tomorrow we will go to the Grand Canyon together."
"Dad, are you too far?"
This is not even a three-pointer at midfield distance, but a far-reaching three-pointer that is two meters more than the midfielder.
Mo Mengchen laughed at him, picked up the ball on the ground, and shot in situ.
What is surprising is not that he just shot like this, but that he shot the incredible three-pointer in a normal shooting posture.
"boom!"
"Uh!"
Hit the board!
"Go and get the ball back." Mo Mengchen said.
Williams lost his temper and stood up and ran forward.
Mo Mengchen looked behind him and asked, "Is there any problem?"
"Five chances?"
Hill asked.
Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "If you feel that five times is not enough, I can give you ten chances. Although I can hit this ball once, but you have a gap with me after all, I can understand"
"Stop!"
Everyone is not lacking in temper, how can you make someone pretend to be forced again and again?
Rashid stood up and said, "I'm coming!"
"Jerome, throw the ball over!"
Poor Jerome Williams turned into a caddie.
Rashid aimed well.
Mo Mengchen stood next to him and said frivolously, "Can a person with a 20-point shooting rate be 20 so serious? You can't vote anyway, right?"
Rashid shot under Mo Mengchen's stimulation without even touching the rim.
"Damn, how can you interfere with me?" Rashid said angrily.
Mo Mengchen asked: "Are you not shooting 20 threes last season?"
"What about it? I'm just not used to it"
"Perfect excuse, I accept."
Mo Mengchen looked at others: "You still have four chances."
Rashid wanted to continue, but he thought that he had only 20 hits and should not use all his shots, so he looked at others, hoping that someone could stand up and take his place.
"No way, I can only try it."
Alan Houston, the Pistons' second shooter, came forward and made two consecutive shots, all missed.
"Unfortunately, giving you a chance is not useful." Mo Mengchen said, shaking his head.
"There are two more chances, isn't it?" Hill said suddenly.
Mo Mengchen asked: "Of course, I can even give you five more chances, you can't vote anyway."
"No need, two times is enough."
The mother stood up dashingly, let Williams pass the ball, and then cast a decisive shot.
"Sorry, I didn't estimate the distance."
Hill was totally unsure of the shots at this distance, he stood out daringly.
Mo Mengchen is oppressing everyone and challenging everyone, and someone must come out to fight him.
This person must of course be him.
Therefore, Hill, with a confidence of 100 success, throws a zero-hold ball.
last chance.
Hill no longer aimed at the basket, he turned to the rebound and used his full strength.
The goal was either hitting the board or popping heavily to crush their Grand Canyon trip.
Bang!
"Nie~~!!!"
They cried out boilingly.
Hill yelled back: "Speak to count, dad!"
Mo Menchen turned his eyes white and turned to face the crowd, saying: "Take a rest tomorrow."
"Essss!!!"
The next day, they went to the Grand Canyon of Colorado. The north side of the canyon was closed, and the snow blower slowly moved along the road, sweeping the snow along the south edge of the canyon.
Mo Mengchen booked a wooden house by the canyon.
It was still early, and he was not in a hurry to organize his luggage. Before even seeing the Grand Canyon in person, he even went to the nearby gift shop.
Mo Mengchen didn't want to delay the pleasure of enjoying the beauty, on the contrary, he always looked forward to disappointment. At the last moment before he set out to travel, he was even thinking about going elsewhere.
There was 0 centimeters of snow on the ground. At this time, the sun was almost flush with the horizon, and the sun shone sharply, smearing a ray of orange on the mountain opposite.
The boundary of the Sun Empire starts from the snow line-when you look up, you can see the lazy orange clouds on the top of the orange-red mountain. Under the cloud is orange-red snow; under the snow line, everything becomes Dry brown, light yellow, and amber, and in the canyon, far away from the top of the mountain, there is a silver band surrounded by dark green, like a monotonous rough cloth surrounded by a lurex wire-it is really looking It's fun.
"I have lived in vain for so many years!"
Dumas's expression, if someone said he saw the most beautiful woman in the world, no one would be surprised, he was so fascinated.
Hill’s mouth grew larger than Wang mainland, and exclaimed: "This is the only magnificent thing in my life!"
The other bosses are not as elegant as Hill, headed by Alan Houston: "It's so beautiful here!"
Mo Mengchen and his teammates clenched the protective fence tightly and immersed themselves in a pleasant atmosphere.
What makes them happy is that the scenery in front of them no longer needs to be translated into text, no need to be reported, discussed, and annotated.
Under the fisheye wide-angle lens, the beautiful scenery of the Grand Canyon is more magnificent, deeper, vast, magnificent, desolate, more beautiful, and more daunting, which they never imagined before; even this series of exciting Adjectives cannot describe what they see, think, or feel.
Scott Pollard, this guy who only cares about his messy hairstyle, new and unfashionable, unobtrusive, describes the scene he saw with a rough sentence: "Oh, just Like one after another!"
These words that emerge from the depths of my mind are really surprising; however, what is surprising is the limited number of words.
"It's like witnessing the creation of God."
But this is just a word expression. If the Grand Canyon reduced the observers standing on its edge to ant butterflies, then it also reduced their voices—a chat, a cough, a camera click—all these sounds became small The rustling of insects.
This is not a place for people to make fun of themselves, nor a place for people to fiddle with the camera to adjust the exposure, nor a place for people to throw snowballs. This is a place that cannot be described by language, a place where human voice cannot reach, a place that cannot be explained.
It is said that the Gothic cathedral in Europe itself has the magic of converting the believers.
As long as tourists arrive at their destination, they will become religious. This is not just to impress the peasants: Many great and profound thinkers always tell themselves that if there is such a beautiful thing in the world, how could the idea of ​​creating this beautiful thing not be true? The power of a church is equivalent to one hundred theologians who can logically prove the existence of God.
The human mind is always hungry for definite knowledge, and perhaps what it desires most is a stern look. Things that the mind can understand and need to tirelessly prove and approve are often things it ignores.
It is always eager to be attacked from behind in the dark streets, such as a knife in the throat.
The Grand Canyon purges the soul like a cathedral, and perhaps this effect is most intense for tourists with religious origins.
Its existence is a silent argument, which makes people believe in the power of God and marvel at his magnificent miracles of creation.
Because this place is too beautiful, Barkley, the old poppy, took advantage of everyone's interest and proposed "two-day break."
Everyone was in high spirits, and Mo Mengchen was not easy to destroy, not to mention, he wanted to see it again, so he agreed.
The next day, at the same place, Mo Mengchen leaned against the frosted railing again.
At the moment, the sun has reached the bottom of the canyon, along the river, like a snail, groping forward at a very slow speed.
A few hundred meters below them, perhaps thousands of meters, is a plateau where weeds spread. The orange-red brilliance at the top of the mountains has dissipated, the top of the mountain has become dim and dignified, and the scenery in the distance appears very distant; the snowy opposite opposite shines brightly and emits white light.
A sound came from the sky,
There was a buzz.
Hill and others raised their heads and said in surprise: "Why don't we go sightseeing by plane?"
A light aircraft comes into view.
This was the first sightseeing plane of the day. The plane was hovering over a huge mountain like an insect.
It flew for a period of time at the height of Mo Mengchen's line of sight, and then descended to examine this "ripping" that gracefully enveloped the river.
Standing on the ground can be taller than an airplane~ EbookFREE.me~ Mo Mengchen thought, this is really strange.
Looking at the wing and fuselage from high altitude is like looking at a leaf or a side that is not commonly seen by Fei'e. The idea of ​​an airplane flying below the surface is a bit against the laws of nature, as if diving can surface and jump into the air, like a huge flying fish.
Violates the laws of nature. Is that correct? We often say "violating the laws of nature", but we mean "violating common sense."
It is nature that created these miracles, these dreams and these beautiful illusions.
"It's right to come, Mo." Hill said.
Mo Mengchen didn't want to explore how Hill's heart has undergone changes, but after witnessing this scene, indeed, even if it is to see the scenery for tourism, it is a wise decision to choose to come here.
"Yes, that's right."
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