Su Qingjia was wearing a peach-colored sports short-sleeved skirt with a white tennis skirt, her black hair was tied up high, revealing a smooth forehead, she put on a white backpack on her back, and smiled at herself in the mirror - Su Qingjia, come on, Carlos still needs you.

She must be worthy of herself and the sincere heart of the young man.

On a summer day in full bloom, the pearl bracelet sparkles in the sun on her white wrist.

In Columbus Square, the bronze statue still stands.

"Carlos, long time no see." Su Qingjia sat next to him.

Carlos was stunned for a long time, surprise, joy, worry, and chagrin all flashed in his eyes, and he picked up the fruit plate, and he said in a slurred voice: "You...... You...... Bella, you can eat something. ”

Su Qingjia took out two pieces of paper from his bag and handed them to Carlos, then picked up a cherry, "You take it first." ”

Carlos fanned his ears and took it with both hands tremblingly. Two tickets, FC Barcelona vs Atletico Madrid, at the famous Camp Nou, are held this morning.

Su Qingjia tied the cherry stalk in a knot and spit it out along with the core, her tongue was very dexterous: "Let's go watch the ball game, just accompany me, okay?" ”

"I ......" Carlos hesitated.

"I've been to Barcelona for so long, I haven't been to the Camp Nou Pi Stadium, don't you want to accompany your friends to fulfill their wishes?" Su Qingjia said.

The boy put the ticket in his pocket and tugged at the corner of his shirt: "So, shall we go now?" ”

Su Qingjia smiled like a little fox, she cleaned up the things on the bench, and the hairband on her head touched Carlos's eyes: "Let's go, let's go, otherwise it's too late." ”

The pride of red and blue blooms in this stadium across the wall from La Masia, and Su Qingjia hopes that this stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 spectators, can also accommodate Carlos, who is a little different from ordinary people.

La Liga has just started this season, and she doesn't want some stories to leave before they are released.

Carlos cautiously followed behind Su Qingjia, he secretly glanced at Su Qingjia several times along the way, and carefully smoothed his hair through the window of the car on the side of the road, his face burned red.

Camp Nou is the largest stadium in Europe, where tens of thousands of games have been held, it is the home of La Liga giants Barcelona, every brick here is engraved with the glory of Barcelona, and every seat is a memory for generations.

It has witnessed the glorious moments of Barcelona's ascension to the top of Europe several times, and is the Jerusalem in the hearts of countless red and blue fans.

Su Qingjia's seat is in the second floor of the stand, the blue seat, the entire green field is in full view, and the vibrant color makes everyone's heart burn a raging fire.

The design of the Camp Nou is very grand, this reinforced concrete building is sprinkled with passion sweat, as the home stadium of Barcelona, the stands of the Camp Nou are divided into three floors, the first and third floors of the grandstand are red seats, the second floor is blue, the slope is relatively small, the space is very open, there is no feeling of a cramped birdcage.

On the opposite side of the stadium's rostrum stands the motto of the long-lived club - "Mesqueunclub" (more than one club) engraved in Catalan.

At 9:30 a.m., the whistle blew and the game officially began.

The battle for the top spot is filled with gunsmoke.

The shouts in the stadium shook the sky, and the fans, regardless of men, women, and children, their faces were flushed, and even some of them even had their green tendons bulging, and they were shouting and cheering with almost all their strength until their voices were hoarse, and they didn't have time to take a sip of water, for fear of missing a wonderful picture.

It was the first time Carlos had actually walked into the Camp Nou to watch a game, and it was also the first time he had seen so many people worried about the fate of a ball, unlike hearing vague shouts in the dormitory, he really felt the enthusiasm of the fans, those heat waves were surging in the stadium, and when Barcelona scored the first goal in the opening 53 minutes, the home team temporarily tied Atletico Madrid.

Barcelona fans sang in the stadium:

"We shouted in the stadium,

We are Barcelona fans,

We came from far and wide, regardless of age or color.

The flag is flying high,

Blue-violet is its color,

The team is fighting bravely.

Let's call its name,

Barça, Barça, Barça! ”

Carlos also sang with them, sharing the glory that these athletes from running on the green field brought to the city:

"The players are united with the fans,

We are invincible,

We've scored a lot of goals,

No one is your opponent and the mighty Barcelona are invincible.

The flag is flying high,

Blue-violet is its color.

Let's call its name,

Barça, Barça, Barça! ”

Nearly 100,000 people sang in unison, injecting a shot in the arm into the hearts of the players.

Every move of the players touched everyone's hearts, and Su Qingjia had to speak to Carlos at the top of his voice, if the voice was too small, he would be drowned in this heat wave.

"Carlos, look, how well they work together!"

"Yes, they are Barça, they are our pride!" Carlos replied that he was thrilled and honored.

Su Qingjia pointed to the green field, "Look, No. 6, he didn't score in the whole game, but he played several assists, and everyone was praising him." And you look at the goalkeeper, he is desperately trying to intercept every time, if it weren't for him, there would have been a ball in the top left corner. The shot just now was No. 4, and the angle he found was so good, and the creation was very strong. ”

Carlos turned to look at her porcelain-like cheeks, her blue-gray eyes reflecting green: "yes, without any of them, the game won't be good." ”

He saw Su Qingjia's intention in bringing him here, and it was obvious that she wanted to sue him about the meaning of the team.

In this place just a wall away from La Masia's academy, something is quietly sprouting in Carlos's heart.

At the end of the game, the top match ended with Barcelona counterattacking Atletico Madrid 2-1 at home, and the players knelt in the Camp Nou South Stand to express their gratitude to the fans. Barcelona fans began to celebrate enthusiastically, and Su Qingjia and Carlos walked out of the stadium through the surging crowd.

Su Jingkang brought them lunch, a delicious pizza. Before leaving, the young father gave a bottle to Su Qingjia.

It was a long-necked bottle, very ordinary, and at the bottom of the bottle was a delicately crafted soccer ball.

Su Qingjia shook the chain on his hand and glanced at him: "What do you think I'm going to do with it?" ”

"I'm ......" Carlos stared at the silver light in her hand, worried.

"It's a bottle, and you have to add water to it so that the football can float from the bottom of the bottle." Su Qingjia looked into his eyes, "Now I will accompany you to find passers-by to pour water, but remember, each person can only give you a small cup." Su Qingjia took out a small cup, which could barely hold a few drops of water.

Carlos was a little overwhelmed, he instinctively resisted the cup, his eyes twinkle.

"Carlos." Su Qingjia clasped his head with his hand, "Listen to me, you're just afraid of communication, afraid of being hurt, but Carlos, this world is not so scary, you see, I'm willing to walk into you, and then we became very good friends, didn't we?" You can also learn to walk into others when they don't want to walk into you. ”

Su Qingjia handed the cup to him: "Carlos, I will accompany you, believe me, and let me believe in you, okay?" ”

In the world of low-risk depressive patients, it is their instinct to reject the unknown, and they have an unimaginable sensitivity to the world.

Su Qingjia wanted to take him away from the lonely sea, and the new continent planted Fusang in the distance.

To become a footballer, Carlos has to learn to work as a team, and before that he has to learn how to communicate with people, build a team, and integrate into a team.

The method she uses now is old-fashioned, but at least it is recognized by the psychological community as an effective treatment for language communication disorders.

Carlos saw her own figure in front of her eyes, and the girl in the shade of the tree was surrounded by a faint pearl sheen.

"What about you...... Don't go. Carlos heard himself.

Su Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief, this is an old-fashioned method, but at least, until now, it is still useful.

The fans in front of the Camp Nou stadium were talking about the game that had just calmed them down. In fact, they can go on and on for days until the next game comes.

Carlos struggled to talk to passers-by, and he never asked for help. It's hard to speak.

Su Qingjia was by his side to accompany him.

Watch him hold the passerby, watch him say the first words, watch him fill his cup with water and pour it into the flask.

In the hot season, his blonde hair hung down on his head, and sweat quickly soaked his clothes.

Slowly, Carlos succeeded in getting a lot of gifts. The soccer ball floated upwards.

Su Qingjia bought a vanilla milk ball ice cream, sprinkled with chocolate, a large cup, Su Qingjia took two spoons, one bite per person, Carlos was inconvenient in his hands, she could only feed him.

It's so sweet. Carlos smacked his mouth and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

By the afternoon, Carlos was two-thirds full, the football floating on the water, and the transparent glass bottle refracted colorful light.

At the door of La Masia, the doorman received a delicious dinner and a large glass of bubbling cold beer, which couldn't have been better for the uncle.

Coach Benajes, who had not been seen for many days, walked up to him with a cup the same size as Carlos' hand and filled with water.

"Boy, you don't need to ask me, I'll give you water directly." As Carlos shook his head, Benajes had already poured water into it, "But they need your apology." ”

Following Benajes' point, Carlos saw a group of familiar strangers - they were the members of the Yellow Team who had clashed with him half a month ago, ten in all.

They were standing by the street lamps, each with a small cup in their hands.

Carlos turned his head to look at Su Qingjia, who smiled at him and waved his left hand, the bracelet shining brightly.

Clenching the bottle in his hand, he walked towards the Yellow Team members.