"Get dressed! You've got to at least put your pants on! Cassie jumped onto a chair that had been kicked into the middle of the road, commanding the team with a condescending level of seriousness like directing them to put up a human wall.

The skinned fake white angels pretended to be sincere and said yes, and then laughed and grabbed each other's clothes and made trouble.

"For God's sake, the king will come to see you! You better be quiet! Mourinho kicked the dirty socks on the ground under the chair with a look of disgust, and grabbed a shirt that he didn't know whose one was and threw it on Ramos, "I guess Her Royal Highness the Princess of Spain doesn't want to see tattoos, my dear Sergio." ”

Ramos smiled and didn't say anything.

No one noticed any difference in Cristiano than usual - not that they didn't care about him, just that they did, but they only thought that Cristiano was too tired to be as active as he used to be.

The Champions League final is a confrontation of this level, which lasts for 120 minutes and is still pinched at any time as the top name, and Cristiano is completely acceptable if he returns to the dressing room so tired that he doesn't want to say a word, and he doesn't bother to give a smile.

Heroes are always treated preferentially, and heroes always have privileges.

But once or twice, maybe what the hero needs is not praise and praise, but a hug and a soft 'you're right'.

The king walked in with his princess - and by this time the dressing room, from the coaches to the players, was a decent gentleman again. They grinned and tried to smile not too much, perfunctory for the king's request.

Yes, Yes, His Majesty deserves respect, but they are the protagonists of today's story, and no one wants to take away even a second of footage, and if it weren't for respect, they wouldn't even want to disguise it.

Tonight belongs to the victors, they can be beasts, they can do whatever they want.

They looked meaningfully at Cristiano, who had never spoken from beginning to end and was eerily quiet, and guessed that he was preparing for his evil little plan again.

I'm really fed up with them.

No one paid attention to what the king said next—and he didn't really care, if he really wanted to hear it, he could watch the news replay. Not to mention that they knew what the king was going to say even if they didn't listen.

'Thank you for your efforts, Real Madrid's 10th Champions League trophy is an honour for Madrid and a great event for Spain. Thank you for bringing joy to our citizens, citizens, and for congratulating and complimenting you from the royal family. '

It's the same, I'm afraid this draft has already been written when the game is decided against both sides, but it is just that you need to wait for the whistle to blow at the end of the game to decide which locker room the king will go into to give a speech - just like Gu Bei once said, there is nothing new under the sun, and the public relations is just repeating his classic case day after day, trying not to make mistakes.

But today, I'm afraid that even Gu Bei can't guarantee that this is a perfect and non-chaotic award ceremony.

After all, when Cristiano made up his mind, God couldn't help them.

The king finally finished his not-so-short congratulatory message, took the little princess's hand and walked out, but stopped when he walked to the door and saw Gu Bei, who was standing on the side talking to Frero and Sanders.

Gu Bei and the two reporters didn't expect him to stop, and they all stopped in surprise.

"Congratulations, Miss Gu." The king said with a smile on his face, but judging from the slight frowning movement of his entourage, this was not a line designed for the king by the royal assistant, "You have never been a member of Real Madrid, but you are the one I should congratulate the most on winning the Champions League." ”

The entourage's expression changed from frowning to slightly stunned, and finally changed to a slightly stifled expression.

Although Gu Bei didn't know the meaning of this sentence, he always felt that this king was not a serious king. She thought for a moment, and could only say, "Thank you for your love, even though I am only the most insignificant person." ”

"Don't say that." The king seemed to be in a mood to say more, but the retinue behind him finally urged softly, "Your Majesty." ”

The king smiled and shook his head, "The situation is not up to anyone. Then, dear lady, let's see you again. ”

Madam?

Gu Bei seemed to have caught something, but it was as if he hadn't caught anything.

It was at this time that Cristiano walked out in a state of some discouragement, but perhaps because he saw the king who had not yet left, he stood a little bistfully against the door, his lips moved without saying anything, and seemed to be about to turn back to the dressing room.

Some things can only be said to those closest to them, not at all, let alone in front of the king.

What's more, Cristiano was hesitant to let Gu Bei know what he meant, he just walked over with an inexplicable courage, but as long as there was a small obstacle - maybe even if someone touched him - all his impulses could be immediately dispelled.

He looked at Gu Bei, who was talking to the king, and suddenly felt that he might not tell her.

She loves the drama of heroes, and everyone knows that.

The king realized that someone was coming out behind him, and when he looked back, he probably didn't expect Cristiano to look excited, but like everyone else, he was almost relieved when he thought about what kind of battle it was.

He smiled at Cristiano and didn't say anything.

"Cristiano." Gu Bei saw the king leave before she caught up and grabbed him, she looked at him carefully, and after a while, she asked softly, "Why are you unhappy?" ”

Cristiano was stunned for a moment and didn't speak for a long time.

Gu Bei didn't urge him, just looked at him.

It was a minute, maybe a century, before Cristiano lowered his head and whispered, "I didn't say I was unhappy." ”

Gu Bei seemed to have something to say, but after thinking about it for a while, he just squeezed Cristiano's hand, "It's good if you're happy, but if you're unhappy, you can tell me." ”

Mourinho shouted to Gu Bei in the house, asking her to take a second look at the interview summary to make sure that she didn't miss anything that could be recklessly nonsense.

Gu Bei saw that Cristiano didn't want to speak, and after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was better to take care of Mourinho - but before she could take a step, Cristiano grabbed her.

"How do you know I'm upset?" His voice was still not high, even a little confused, "Am I that obvious?" ”

But after asking this sentence, he denied himself, which was impossible. He didn't say even a word, and no one else felt this, so if Gu Bei felt it, it must not be because he did it too obviously, but because Gu Bei 'just knew'.

This realization made Cristiano feel his whole heart swell for a moment.

"Yes," Gu Bei sent his assistant to deal with Mourinho, and then gently leaned his arm on Cristiano's body, looking dependent and convinced, "You knelt on the ground after the penalty, I knew you were unhappy - but I don't know why." ”

Cristiano suddenly felt both aggrieved and happy, he wanted to ask Gu Bei why he didn't know why he was unhappy, but he almost couldn't help the urge to praise Gu Bei for his understanding. In the end, in the midst of all the contradictions, he just hugged Gu Bei and put his chin on her shoulder.

It was a long time before he said, "If I were afraid, would you do this to me?" ”

Gu Bei was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to realize what it meant that he was afraid.

He was explaining the heart of the moment he took the penalty, all the vacillation, the uncertainty, the doubts and the foresight in that moment, which can be summed up in the word 'fear'.

Ronaldo, in the last penalty, was scared at the moment when he was about to perfectly portray the image of the savior. He was afraid that he would not be punished, that he might need someone behind him to make up for his mistakes, that he might realize that he couldn't be a real god, and maybe that Gu Bei looked at him with an extremely disappointed look.

Gu Bei has a little bit of perfectionism, and a little bit of cleanliness for the legendary ending of myths.

It's slight, but it's definitely not to be overlooked.

"I'm scared too." Gu Bei said the word, but her voice was steady, "The one thing I fear in the world is that you torture yourself - because of a goal, or a mistake. You may be someone else's god, but you must know that you are my life. Cristiano, if I haven't said it before, then I'll tell you now, you are my life, legends are for others to see, I just need my life to be here, that's enough. Do you understand what I mean? ”

Cristiano stood with her like that for a while, then suddenly jumped up and pushed her away, looked at Gu Bei, who was a little puzzled, and didn't explain.

He jumped into the dressing room, shouting the names of Mourinho and Cassie, and then the door of the dressing room was angrily kicked by Cassie, and louder decibels of noise came from the dressing room.

However, ten minutes later, when Gu Bei asked people to knock on the door and call them out to prepare to receive the award, these children, whose mental age was no more than eighteen years old, became polite and well-behaved three good students again.

They passed in front of Gu Bei one by one, not squinting. Even Cristiano just lowered his head and played with his phone, not looking at Gu Bei from beginning to end.

Maybe it was because their behavior was too abnormal, so Gu Bei didn't even notice that Cassie was uncharacteristically at the end of the line.

When he walked to the exit of the player's tunnel, Gu Bei habitually stopped, and when he subconsciously wanted to ask Mourinho for a few more words, he was completely caught off guard and was pushed out from behind by Cassie.

A helicopter hovered over Wembley, its doors open, and seemingly endless rose petals fell as if to drown the whole world.

Cristiano was standing right in the middle of the Rose Storm, next to Mourinho, who was holding a box of jewels and a dead face in a dynamite bag.

Cristiano opened the box.

It was a pink diamond ring polished into a pear-shaped shape.

"I'd like to polish my heart into your favorite shape and wear it on your hand, but I didn't do that because I wanted to keep it with you. And I don't want your hands to be empty, so as a substitute, I looked for this. Cristiano still has the microphone provided by UEFA in his hand, "There are probably tens of millions of people watching us now, and you like me so much, so you won't refuse me to make me sad, right?" ”

Gu Bei stood there and watched stupidly, until Mourinho broke down and shouted, "Get out of here!" I'm going to get my big ears cup! 166 Reading Network