The Jazz thought of a thousand congratulatory messages for winning and a thousand comforts for losing, and even thought about a thousand times of hugging and crying with Cristiano.

He didn't think that the story might end at the beginning.

Jazz stared blankly at Cristiano, who tearfully gave Nani the captain's armband in the middle of the field, experiencing pain he had never imagined in his seventy years of life.

Then, he quietly turned his head to the side and wiped his eyes.

But when he turned his head to look at Gu Bei, none of the tears he imagined, the loss of his voice or his grief, all happened.

Gu Bei just stood there, quietly looking at Cristiano who couldn't stand up on the field.

Not even a sigh.

Perhaps sensing that Jazz was looking at him, Gu Bei turned his head to look at Jazz as well, and then handed him a tissue.

Throughout, she wore the most popular smiling and standard stance on the social scene.

Like an icy boulder in boiling magma, like an immovable mountain in the center of a hurricane, or like a silent sea under a storm.

Immovable and invulnerable.

Jazz thought she would keep it that way until the end of time.

But when Cristiano walked down the steps with a kick around the national flag, hugged him and turned to Gu Bei, no one expected that Gu Bei suddenly burst into tears, hugging Cristiano's neck like a little girl full of fear.

"Why are you crying...... Didn't we win? "Cristiano sounded a little helpless and a little accommodating.

"You hurt my husband." Gu Bei hid his face in his neck socket, unwilling to face the star-like number of lenses and flashes twinkling not far away, "Can't I cry?" ”

If he is as soft as water, she is as strong as a mountain. If he is as strong as a mountain, then she can be as soft as water.

She can be relied on or relied on by others.

Jazz could finally confirm that his little boy was right.

"Okay, okay, but you got my clothes wet and I don't look good in photography...... "Besides, I can walk, and the injuries are not serious." ”

Gu Bei twisted Cristiano's waist at an angle that he thought was hidden, and then his hand hurt a little, so he slapped him angrily again.

Cristiano gasped hypocritically, "Oops! It hurts! ”

Gu Bei didn't know that he was pretending, but thinking that he had just injured his knee, and he was afraid that he would really hit him hard, he hurriedly rubbed him twice as if flattering, "Does it still hurt?" ”

"Kiss it, kiss it and it won't hurt." Cristiano pouted as he glanced at the security guard who was trying to blast him down, "You have to hurry, or it's not good to delay the celebration - after all, there are so many people watching." ”

"Jazz is watching too, if you don't treat me well, I'll ......"

Cristiano didn't have a chance to finish.

was pushed down by Jazz.

"Don't go to the final...... Really, win or lose will hurt. ”

The Jazz now seem to know what the new Manchester United manager means.

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