The Iberian Peninsula is full of flowers, and the French plane trees are still falling, like a grand snowfall, fluttering in the June breeze.

Mingyu left Barcelona with Sofia and returned to Madrid.

Before parting, Mingyu gave Su Qingjia a photo with a message written in Chinese on the back.

It was a warm moment taken by Mingyu when he visited the museum at Camp Nou the day before yesterday, the black-haired girl and the golden-haired boy were witnessed by many trophies, and they compared a heart together, the size of the heart was a little strange, one side was big and the other was small, the boy's blue-gray eyes reflected the girl's reflection, he bent over, and the dimple on his left cheek seemed to be filled with sweet honey. And the girl leaned her head half against him, her long black hair was dishonestly wrapped around his red and blue jersey, her eyebrows were clear, and her skin was snowy. In front of them is a large photograph, and the blonde boy is also gesturing with love.

On the back is the word Mingyu, his handwriting is clear and beautiful, living abroad for many years, he is still good at Danqing Linyan sticker, the message is very short, can be a "pity" word, but it seems to say a thousand words.

This world is very big, among thousands of people, to meet the person you want to meet is the unspeakable deep meaning in the Buddhist scriptures, in the wilderness of time, or one step later, or one step earlier, he will not belong to you. Transformed into a tree by the stone bridge, perhaps in five hundred years of reincarnation, he has never embarked on this path of worship.

Su Qingjia put the photo into the album, the word "pity" used a lot of force, the old man who had seen the strife of the world told her that this boy was worthy of her love, this feeling was worth her pity, she was still very young, and there were still many unknowns in the future, but Mingyu hoped that she would not be fascinated by the glitz, and she would not come back if she missed something.

She suddenly got up to her senses, quickly picked up the pen and recorded a string of notes in her notebook, saying that love is the best muse, and she felt that this statement was very correct.

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The World Cup and the European Championship were held back-to-back, Oleg was called up by the Spanish football team this time, he played very well at Chelsea, the change of coach's tactical approach allowed him to adapt to the Premier League without much change, although he did not win the Premier League title in the end, but his performance was enough to be worth the large transfer fee that Chelsea spent on bringing him in. However, the coach still has a lot of criticism about him, for no other reason, that is, he likes to go to nightclubs, scandals are flying all over the sky, so that every time he interviews, the coach will explain it for him.

Oleg was so busy that he couldn't stop, but Carlos ushered in a not a short vacation, when calling, the two would bury each other a few words, but the focus was still on the topic of girlfriends, although the experience of the playboy is unreliable, but it is better than nothing, Carlos should be a reference, and then explore by himself, seeking a development path suitable for his own situation.

As for the topic of "Carlos missed this World Cup", the little golden retriever didn't care at all, he was thinking about how to arrange a date with Su Qingjia during the holidays, which was his real top priority.

The temperature slowly rises to its peak, the leaves of the plane trees shade the scorching sun, and the encounters and encounters on the Gold Coast are the best for curiosity seekers.

Carlos picked out a new white T-shirt and jeans to cover his long legs, changed into white sneakers, and combed his blonde hair back and forth in front of the mirror to make sure it was fresh enough before whistling out of the bathroom.

Pick up the pothos on the crystal stand beside the bed, and water it carefully, after so many years of careful care, this tenacious plant is already very luxuriant, Carlos has pruned several times in the middle because its branches are too long, but when pruning, he is very distressed.

Picking up the roses on the coffee table, Carlos stood in front of the full-length mirror again and spun around a few times before leaving.

Pushing out a bicycle from the garage, he put flowers in the basket and rode happily towards his girlfriend's house, and because he was in a good mood, the neighborhood doorman also received a good morning greeting from a star who was not a few words, which made the doorman very excited.

When he arrived at the door of Su's house, he rearranged his clothes, then took out his mobile phone and called his girlfriend.

There are many flowers planted in the garden of the Su family, Carlos can't recognize them, he looks at the small purple flowers that are budding and ready to bloom, and then looks at the delicate roses he is holding in his hand, and nods very proudly, or he picks a better look, Bella will definitely like it.

Carlos put the rose behind his back, his hands behind his back, and stood straight in the doorway, his neck stretched out.

As soon as Su Qingjia changed her shoes and went out, she saw such a scene. Through the wrought iron fence, the boy's blonde hair was soft and fluffy, and his eyes were blue against the June sky, she trotted over and opened the door and hugged him, raised a smile, and asked, "Have you waited a long time?" ”

The little golden retriever was hugged by her like this, and immediately blushed, and because of the roses in her hands, she couldn't hug her back, so she lowered her head and said, "No, I just arrived." Bella, a surprise for you. He blinked and moved the bouquet to her eyes, and Su Qingjia let go of his waist and took the pink rose.

It is a small bouquet, the petals have been fully opened, and some white jasmine is dotted in the middle, the flower shape is full, and the layers are interactive, and there are crystal droplets of water rolling on the petals, wrapped in a gradient wrapping paper with gouache, and the ribbon is tied in a complex knot, falling down and shaking.

"It's so pretty, thank you." Su Qingjia lowered her head and sniffed the fragrance of flowers, and her smooth and white fingers wrapped around the flower stalks, which were actually a little transparent and soft.

Carlos looked at her slender fingers and licked the corners of his lips, and he took several deep breaths before looking away.

She was also wearing a white T-shirt, with a light-colored denim skirt on her lower body, her straight calves connected to her delicate ankles, much thinner than his arms, she stepped on small white shoes, her long black hair was tied with a blue-white headband, and some hair was twisted into a pattern, a different kind of youth and sweetness.

Carlos looked down at the pattern on the clothes of the two, and couldn't help but smile, this is the couple T-shirt they accidentally picked up when they were shopping, the front of the male model is a little comic boy, holding a big red heart, trying to run forward, and the female model is a proud little girl waiting in place with her chest crossed. The one he wore had "My lover → next to him" written on the back, and Su Qingjia's one read "I am his lover". They were all simple and loose styles, and the two fell in love at a glance, and after Carlos bought the clothes home and washed them, he happily held the wet clothes and thought about when he could wear them with his girl.

Today, he couldn't help but change into it, only to find that the girl was also wearing this dress, Carlos's eyes were bright, and the honey in the dimples was almost overflowing.

Su Qingjia lowered her head and sniffed the fragrance of flowers, and found that there was a silly laugh next to her, she raised her eyes and found that the little golden retriever was staring at the pattern on her clothes silly music, smacked him, but still obeyed her own wishes, stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss, and when the breath touched, the little golden retriever was no longer stupid, he quickly picked up her waist, gently held it up and pressed the back of her head, sucking nectar.

When he finally let go satisfied, Su Qingjia couldn't stand on his feet well, and the rose in his hand kept shaking. Seeing this, Carlos let the girl rest against his chest for a while, rubbing his chin against the top of her head, and sniffing the fragrance from time to time.

After recovering his strength, Su Qingjia lightly slapped him a few times to vent his anger, and then took his hand and said, "Let's go, didn't you say to go to the Sagrada Familia?" There are a lot of people who don't leave. ”

She snapped like a mosquito bite, and Carlos clasped her hand and walked to the bike.

He has already got his driver's license, but he is still picking a car recently, and he originally wanted to borrow Shen Ke's BMW, but Su Qingjia hoped that they could go on a bicycle date, Carlos was very happy to pick a bicycle with good performance, and specially sprayed paint, and rode away as soon as he slipped away, as for the rest, he left it to Shen Ke to pick it slowly, and when the time came, he would pay for the car.

Carlos put a cushion on the back seat so that he wouldn't feel embarrassed, and Su Qingjia sat on his side and wrapped his face around his lean waist and leaned his face on his back. As an athlete, the little golden retriever is first-class in terms of physical fitness and athleticism, although the bicycle is rarely ridden, but the riding skills are very good, and all the buffer belts are skillfully bypassed by him to prevent the car from bumping.

The plane trees grew luxuriantly, their wide foliage shielding them from the scorching sun, and he tried to walk in the shade as much as possible.

The girl's arms are thin and white, when they are around his waist, he can feel the cool touch, the side face is against his back, shaking, according to the rare soft parts will let him touch, he can't help but look back, the girl's long black hair is gently blown up by the wind, like a rendered ink-colored lotus, pink roses are held in front of her chest, from time to time she looks down and sniffs the fragrance, from his angle can see her curly eyelashes like a feather fan fluttering up and down softly.

Carlos's heart seemed to be full of flowers, he held the dragon head with one hand, and his left hand was wrapped around Su Qingjia's waist.

Su Qingjia was slightly stunned, scratched his palm and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing," he fumbled his fingers to clasp hers, "but suddenly I wanted to hold your hand." ”

When Su Qingjia heard this, there were ripples in his heart, and then he moved slightly, letting his body get closer to him, and said, "Then how long do you want to lead?" ”

Carlos' ears twitched, the blonde hair on his forehead was blown to stand on end, he was silent for a moment, then looked back at her and said, "I don't know." "I wanted to think about it for a long, long time, until the Sagrada Familia was completed, Canaleste broke the stream, and then the legend of the dragon slay disappeared from the memory of Barcelona.

But he didn't want to sue her, because Sister Rosa said that God would hear the prayers of his heart, and he wanted them to come true.

Su Qingjia rubbed against his back, like a lazy cat coquettish, "I know how long you want to hold it, but it depends on your appearance." ”

Carlos looked at the two hands with ten fingers interlocked at his waist, fortitude and softness complemented each other, he clasped them with a little force, and said, "Yes." ”

The wheels crushed over the mottled shadows, the white flakes were blown up and down by the wind, and they passed through the streets on a long road, but Carlos was not tired at all.