Before Christine opened the door, Nicholas had been speculating about what clothes she would be wearing and waiting for her.

Then, the door opened.

Hmmm gray cotton hot pants, white tight t-shirt, no corset, bare feet. It's very homely, but he still feels a little bit of care. Slender straight legs, graceful neck, and more ineffable curves and looming prominence.

She stood on tiptoe, put her arms around his neck, and said slowly, "Nick, you're so slow. "There was temptation in my eyes and in my voice. She kissed him again, biting his lower lip gently. He closed his eyes, and oh, he fell in love with a girl who was as beautiful as summer and as passionate as summer.

He opened his eyes, slammed the door shut, and picked the girl up.

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening, and there was still some light outside the curtains. The background sound of the game on TV is not loud, and the voices of the commentators and guests are loud and small.

Later, I don't know if it was England or Portugal who finally scored, and the girl seemed to want to take a look, but Nicholas changed his position and pressed her underneath, "Babe, you just got spanked, did you forget about it so quickly?"

The girl rubbed the tip of her nose against him, gasping and saying, "Nick, you're sweating a lot." ”

Nicholas's fingertips brushed the girl's forehead, sweat on his fingertips, and he breathed heavily, "Babe, too." ”

Later, the girl gradually calmed down in his arms. He started kissing her again and again.

The game seems to be over, and ITV is running commercials.

Nicholas's hand slid over the scarlet narcissus, lingering a little.

The girl asked, "What's wrong?"

He smiled and shook his head, but his kiss began to fall, finally on the delicate daffodil.

At that time, looking at the photos, he was already very interested.

"Babe has something to tell me about this narcissus?"

The girl took a breath and rubbed his hair, "What do you want to know?"

"Something to do with me?"

"Why does it have anything to do with you?"

"Hmm, Babe, you have a tattoo in such an intimate place, which means that you subconsciously want men to be crazy about you, and a narcissus, this needs no explanation, my narcissistic miss. I told you that we are in a mirror relationship. Looks like it's been tattooed recently, isn't it really because of me?"

"Except for you, you are right. The girl lifted her belly slightly, "Nick, don't you like it?"

Her voice, as well as her body language, was full of teasing, and the sexual feeling was overwhelming.

Nicholas held his breath for a moment, then said, "Yes." But a little angry. ”

"Why?"

"Who else are you trying to seduce?"

“Fornowjustyou.”

He didn't like that very much, what do you mean now? The girl is going to be punished.

****

When the whistle blew at the end of the game, Patrick was still in a trance. It seems that there is still time. There should still be time. He didn't play badly, this one, just wasn't good enough, far from enough. He looked over the stands, where Jack, Lucy, Anna, and Ian and Zixiang were there, but at this time, he only wanted to see one person.

The teammates around him were all deflated, and everyone's eyes were a little glazed. A Portuguese player came to him to change his jersey, he hurriedly took off his clothes, handed them over, took them from the man, and hugged them casually. After that, he couldn't even remember the player's name. The stadium was huge, and he only wanted to see one person.

Dilly Ali cried and fell on Harry Kane's shoulder, who had been comforting him. Patrick walked over and patted Dilly on the back. He should have said something, but he didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything, he turned and walked towards the players' tunnel. He didn't want to cry, he just wanted to see someone.

The atmosphere in the dressing room was terrible and no one was in a good mood.

The European Championship for England came to an end on this night. Hodgson left the locker room without saying a word.

Ross Barkley's face was gloomy, as if he was going to find someone to fight at any moment. Patrick sat in front of his locker and drank lots and lots of water. He was topless, still feeling hot.

Perhaps, he should have gone to the shower.

But what to do after that?

He doesn't know yet.

The water splashed on the boy's body, and the game and Tina's face alternated in his mind.

He hit a post in the first half, just a little bit closer, and if that goal had gone in, would it have been different?

"You look a little tired, pretty boy. ”

"I'm so drunk that I want to have sex a little bit, but I'm not so drunk that I want to have sex with you. ”

In the 89th minute of the second half, Cristiano Ronaldo scored with a header in the penalty area, and he was just outside the box and could only watch the ball smash into the net. The cheers of the Portuguese players and the hanging heads of their teammates were so dazzling.

"So you don't love Abby?"

"Pat, are you a little nervous?"

In stoppage time, he connected two people but couldn't get past the third man, and after being cut off, he desperately chased back, but couldn't get the ball back after all. Before the final whistle, he was still running hard, but it came to an abrupt end.

“…… I had chemistry with him, but maybe it was just a purely physiological ......."

"But the first one is always the most special, isn't it?"

……

Tina, Tina, Tina.

How could you miss her so much?

He needed her, more than ever.

Patrick hurriedly finished his bath and made a decision that he was going back to London. Right now.

He came out of the shower and changed his clothes. Many of his teammates around him were calling their families, some were scolding, and some were as silent as him. The boy pulls out his phone from the locker. Without Tina's phone and message, nothing.

He called her, once, twice, three times, and no one answered.

On the fourth time, he left a message.

"Tina, you might be sleeping...... I'm back in London now, I don't know if there will be a plane at this late hour, I'll be there tomorrow morning at the latest. We've got to talk, remember? Also, I really need to see you. ”

After he finished speaking, he called two more, but still no one answered. He put away his phone, walked over to first-team coach Gary Neville and told him that he wanted to leave early.

Gary Neville didn't look happy with his decision.

"Coach, it's important for me that if necessary, I can fly back tomorrow. He said.

Gary looked at him and nodded reluctantly.

****

Nicholas took the girl out of the bathroom and threw her on the bed.

The girl was about to get out of bed and muttered that she was going to the living room to get her phone. She was probably still worried about the previous race and her good friend. Nicholas dragged her and seduced her, "Whatever the outcome is, tomorrow will know." Now, you are not allowed to go anywhere. ”

So she fell into his arms again.

The night will be long.

****

The night that passed was like a long, beautiful dream.

When Lu Ling woke up, his heart was extremely unsteady. At first, she didn't realize that the doorbell had woken her up, and by the time she realized she had jumped out of bed.

She had a strange premonition, as if she knew who it was before she pressed the answer button.

And when the boy's sad voice came, her heart was about to break.

"Tina, open the door. ”

Lu Ling was stunned, and his fingers began to tremble.

England lost.

Nick hugged her from behind, rubbing his chin against her neck as she flinched.

"Pat ...... Wait a minute, it might be a little inconvenient now......"

When Patrick heard this, he felt like he had been shot in the head. Did she bring the man home tonight? So she didn't go to Lille, so she didn't answer the phone, she didn't even have a message?

The boy's voice turned from low to angry:

"Tina, fucking open the door, I don't care who the fuck is, let him fuck off!" (Tina, openthe**ingdoor, Idon-tcarewhothe**heis, justtellhimtogetthe**outofhere!)

Lu Ling was just about to speak, but Nicholas opened his mouth first.

"Patrick, it's me. ”

It's him?

It's him.

Later, Tina spoke again, but the boy didn't hear a word. He didn't dare to move, as if moving would make all the qiē real. And the fatigue of the race, the overnight flight, all the physical pain has followed.

Then, the door suddenly opened, and Tina walked out wearing shorts and a man's shirt.

He wanted to see her so much.

She looked at him, and Patrick couldn't tell whether there was concern or pity in her eyes.

"Pat, I'm sorry......" she walked over and hugged him.

Patrick's body stiffened, and Tina's hug made him resist for the first time.

He pushed her away and turned to walk out into the street.

At four or five o'clock, it was already dawn, and there was no one on the street.

"Pat!" Tina shouted behind him.

Patrick didn't look back.

Lu Ling seemed to feel something, but she wasn't sure, not at all.

The only thing she knew was that she had to let him go.

****

Patrick felt his whole body cold, the road from Tina's house to his own house shouldn't have been so long.

At the age of eight, the summer ice cream cart passed by, and she bought him a cone with rabbit ears.

At the age of ten, he was injured on the court, and she carried him up three floors with sweat all over her neck.

At the age of thirteen, she gave him beautiful sneakers, and "Wonderful Christmas" was playing in the house.

At the age of fourteen, on the rocky beach of Brighton, he almost cried when he saw her gone with another man.

At the age of nineteen, he scored three goals and took her into his arms.

So many memories came flooding back.

So much crazy jealousy and longing, and the scarlet narcissus in the dream, the dangling necklace......

He should have understood that he was in love with her.

It's not that he's too late, and he doesn't really have a chance.

There is no summer in London, it is as cold as winter.