The rain was still falling, and Ming Ling came out with a plate of cakes, and the delicate cream and fluffy cakes weaved a wonderful enjoyment for the taste buds.

"Baby, where's Carlos? Why is it gone after a while, and I haven't eaten the cake yet. Ming Ling glanced at the rain outside, "Why don't you let him in to play, it's raining so heavily." ”

Su Qingjia came back to her senses from her thoughts, she covered the box, "Carlos is gone, he still has something to do at night." Seeing what Ming Ling wanted to say, Su Qingjia hurriedly pushed Ming Ling's back, "Ouch, Mommy, my big beauty, you go in quickly, it's okay." I ate this cake for him, and it was all the same. ”

Mingling had no choice but to give up.

At nine o'clock, the guests all left, helped tidy up the living room, and Su Qingjia returned to the room.

She didn't open the other gifts, and the chain around her wrist was slightly hot.

For her, it was a simple bracelet that would be ridiculed and even disrespectful to the original designer if she wore a copy of the design on the hand of a diplomat's daughter.

And for Carlos, it was an expensive and heartfelt gift, and he braved the heavy rain to keep it in his arms so that it would not be invaded in the slightest.

Perhaps in order to save enough money, Carlos gave up the football newspaper he liked, gave up the jersey he wanted to buy, gave up a lot, and finally he held this gift in front of her as a treasure, just for her to smile.

He didn't know how to design, he just knew that this bracelet was beautiful.

But she has too many beautiful bracelets, each of which is precious, and her good family background allows her to enjoy a luxurious life in the eyes of ordinary people.

Grandmother Sonia gave her a pearl necklace with tiny diamonds and a beautiful gift wrapped in Tiffany blue. The bracelet that Carlos had sent was not even a fraction of it.

But she felt so precious.

She suddenly understood the meaning of a very old-fashioned sentence she had read—to the world, you are alone; But to someone, you will be his whole world.

Su Qingjia felt that his eyes were a little wet, and salty tears dripped to the corners of his mouth.

The boy cut open his heart for her to see, and a flower bloomed on his deserted ice field.

*

In Barcelona, time flies and the summer wind sweeps again, the silent bronze statue of Columbus faces the Sagrada Familia, and Casa Batlló continues to tell the story of the dragon slay.

Su Qingjia was a little confused playing the piano.

Reborn, it seems that a qiē is very ordinary, except for the little golden retriever she met by accident, which is the piano in front of her.

In the previous life, the piano was just a specialty, like the children of later generations, which one would not be an instrument if he slipped out? The piano is just commonplace, and she doesn't take the piano seriously, she just plays it in her spare time to entertain the public. She still likes to live a free life, otherwise she would not be a freelance writer.

But in this life, under the intentional guidance of Ming Ling, she suddenly became confused. Does she like piano? Will she develop well on this in the future? What kind of path will she take in the future?

She wasn't really a child, and watching Carlos work so hard for her football dreams made it dawn on her need to start thinking about these things.

With a wealth of experience in her previous life, she can indeed avoid some detours in some aspects, but this does not mean that she knows how to get out of her own way.

Life is full of possibilities, and as Forrest Gump says, you never know what the next chocolate will taste like.

Su Qingjia knocked on the piano irritably, pouted and lay on the cover.

"Baby, what's wrong? Tired? Mingling ran over and touched her daughter's soft hair. Is there anything wrong with it? Say goodbye to sù mother. ”

Su Qingjia bit her lower lip and raised her head, her watery eyes were full of confusion: "Mom, why did you learn piano in the first place?" She wanted to find answers from her mother.

Mingling didn't expect her to ask this, she thought for a while, and said, "Mom's first time I learned piano was because the etiquette teacher asked me to learn it, otherwise I would be hit in the palm of my hand." Mingling fell into a memory, and gently stroked the top of her daughter's head with a soft hand, "At that time, the etiquette teacher invited by your grandfather was very fierce, I still remember how painful it was for her to beat people, learning piano is a compulsory course, I studied with my two brothers at that time, because I was young, so I played the worst." ”

"Then why did you like the piano so much?" In Su Qingjia's memory, Ming Ling always likes to buy a lot of classical music records, as long as she is at home, the melodious sound of the piano never stops, and the jumping notes drill into everyone's ears.

Mingling lowered her head and smiled, she smiled beautifully, so many years have passed, the years have taken away his youth, but when she laughs, it is still the "flower of the orchestra" in the photo: "Later, I grew up slowly, once on the school anniversary, I volunteered to perform the piano, and when I bowed, I received the first bouquet of flowers in my life, and then I felt that it was good to play the piano, although I was nervous to death when I played, and I played the wrong syllable." ”

"Later, the more I studied, the more I liked the piano, the king of musical instruments has the charm to conquer everyone, as long as you feel it with your heart." Mingling tapped the black and white keys, "Bella, Mom doesn't force you to also embark on the road of piano, Mom just wants you to learn in the hope that in the future, when you move forward, you will have one more choice and one more specialty than others." Mom just wants you to be happy, and that's fine. ”

"And what do you think the piano is to you?" Su Qingjia asked.

Ming Ling frowned, bit the corner of his mouth again, and finally said solemnly: "It is an indispensable part of my life. Bella, it's not just a tool for me to make a living, my childhood, my youth are all intertwined with it, it's my memory. Mingling showed a bright and warm smile again, slightly sweet, "Also, if I hadn't learned piano and hadn't embarked on this path, I wouldn't have come to China with the orchestra, met your father, and wouldn't have you." Can you understand? ”

Su Qingjia nodded, thought of something again, and asked mischievously: "Mom, are you sure you received flowers because you played the piano well and not because you were beautiful?" ”

Mingling: ......

Looking at her mother who walked away with an embarrassed face, Su Qingjia climbed the scale, in fact, learning piano is also very good, and she also likes this important medium that brings her to the world.

*

After a series of tests and a series of tests, Su Qingjia was allowed to go straight to the sixth grade, and she was so happy that she went crazy, and she didn't care about the elegance of a lady at all. Finally leaving the second year of addition and subtraction to go to the sixth year of mixed arithmetic, her Cambridge master's degree is a big step.

In the face of Liu Mengya's reluctance, she expressed her deep sorrow, and said, in fact, I don't want to leave you, I also want to be with you until the mountains are edgeless and the heavens and the earth are together, but the parents want to be the queen mother of the mandarin ducks, and she really can't help it. But you can still come to the sixth grade to see me often, hahaha.

Then, she silently changed Minnie's schoolbag and replaced it with a plain one.

Oh my God, carrying Minnie Mouse on your back, do you know how much courage it takes for a strange aunt?

Carlos is training and his increasingly perfect possession skills have made him a La Masia talent, and his skills are as good as his face.

He strictly implements the coach's training requirements, exercises every quality, and always humbly asks the team doctor and coach for the number of times every time he has a physical examination.

The 50-meter speed test has been refreshed by him several times, but he is still breaking through.

His efforts are visible to all.

Carlos has never been like a junior kid who treats training as a hard job, always looking for an excuse to escape, and he doesn't do anything outside of training like some older students, messing around and fighting.

He studied hard every day, both in school and in La Masia, and he gave the perfect answers.

He told himself that he wanted to be a man worthy of Bella, but to achieve this goal, he had no other way to go than football.

He knew that at the beginning of the next semester, Bella would skip a grade to the sixth grade, and like him, he had to work hard to avoid being left behind by her.

This week, he needs to play a match, and if he does well, he will be transferred to the Under-14s. It's not a win or defeat for both sides, but how much of a role he can play in this game.

Carlos bounced the ball high and headed it perfectly.

Soon Saturday, there was an early crowd on La Masia's artificial turf, and the coach divided them into two teams, one yellow and one red.

Carlos chose the number three and played as a winger in midfield.

"Come on, Carlos! Come on, Carlos! Su Qingjia shouted from the sidelines, Carlos wanted Bella to witness his rise, and he wanted to show Bella how strong he was.

He looked out of the field and nodded heavily.

The whistle blows and the game begins. Carlos' expression became very serious, his blue-gray eyes closely watched every move on the field, he had been training for this game for half a year, and he had to show everyone his football philosophy.

However, for five minutes after the start of the game, Carlos only ran in the midfield area, he did not have the slightest sense of zài on the field, even if he did not rest for a moment, but football, the focus of the sport, never intersected with him.

No one, pass the ball to him.

Ten minutes later, the coach called a timeout and called the yellow team over, and the red team adjusted itself.

"You're a team, why don't you give the number 3?" Benajez asked straight in the face, he was angry, and the gentle coach rarely gets angry.

The U14 team members bowed their heads and said nothing.

"For the next game, I don't want it to be like this, you are 11 players, not 10!" Benajez slammed his coat against his seat, "Carlos, you can figure it out yourself!" ”

Carlos looked at the players, there was competition all the time, he knew why they didn't give him the ball, no one wanted a talented player to step on his body.

Carlos held his head high, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

The game restarted and Carlos started running, this time focusing only on the shortcomings of the red team. Finally, he managed to break the ball.

With his speed and physical strength, he sprinted from a distance and finally shot at goal.

He is like a burning flame and no one can stop him.

The referee blows the whistle, it works, and the yellow team 1:0.

Carlos turned his head and smiled at the stands, before giving his middle finger to the Yellow team member walking across from him.