A good day starts with breakfast.

Ming Ling made (a kind of bread in Spain), deliberately put extra cheese and ham, soaked in a glass of sweet milk, and then inserted fresh roses in the vase on the table, and the crystal dew made the mood fragrant.

"Beautiful lady, with all due respect, if it were April 23rd, I would be tempted to send you the most beautiful rose."

Ming Ling covered his mouth and giggled, turned his head and scratched the tip of Su Qingjia's beautiful nose, "This is really a funny compliment, but the roses should have been given by your father, I think I will like his rare romantic actions and give him an interesting book." ”

"Okay, if you like it, then I'll reluctantly give him a chance to show his face." Su Qingjia spread out his hand and shrugged.

She was wearing a white dress, a palm-wide ribbon was tied around her waist, and on her head was a hat of the same style, the ribbon was ingeniously pulled into a flower, her long black and soft hair was softly on her shoulders, her bangs were eyebrows, Mingling looked at her little daughter like a doll and was a little worried, squatting down and surrounding her,

"Bella will definitely be a beautiful girl in the future, oh, if April 23rd comes, my baby will receive roses from other boys, and my mother is so reluctant."

"I won't let Qingjia go out that day." Su Jingkang threw a reassuring look, and took another rose from the vase on the table, "It's not Valentine's Day, you will also receive roses." ”

Ming Ling held the long stem, and his shy and timid appearance made Su Jingkang's heart ripple.

If it weren't for his daughter here, he would have considered giving her a deep kiss.

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Note: April 23 is St. George's Day in Catalonia, Spain, and it is also the traditional Valentine's Day in the local area.

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Su Qingjia took a water-green satin and wrapped some change, this bag was made by grandma, the stitches were fine, and the patterns were also very beautiful, Su Qingjia brought it to Spain together.

This bag was lost when she was almost ten years old, and she was sad for a while, and her grandmother made her a new one, which didn't make her happy, and now she is very happy to see the little bag from her childhood.

After loading toys, books, clothes, and some other things from the consulate, the group drove to the orphanage.

There are also four children in the car, Su Qingjia usually doesn't like to go out much, and he has no impression of these faces.

Su Qingjia glanced at the two girls, one looked to be eleven or twelve years old, with her head held high, like a white swan.

The other one was supposed to be about the same age as her, a little timid, with a back in his mouth, thin and small.

The two boys work very hard to please the white swan, who is a little impatient.

Su Qingjia rubbed his temples, the young man who was in love for the first time couldn't afford to hurt him.

After a pause, Su Qingjia decided to step forward and communicate with his peers, "Hello, I'm Su Qingjia, I'm eight years old this year, can I be friends with you?" ”

The little girl was obviously a little scared, but remembering what her father had said to her before, she still stretched out her hand and held the other party's, "You...... Hello...... I'm Liu Mengya, and I'm ...... this year He is eight years old. ”

Su Qingjia has the mentality of a strange aunt, so she naturally doesn't care about Liu Mengya's spitting, and consciously guides her to communicate with herself.

It still feels good to "flirt" with children, and if the white swan can not stare at himself without that arrogant "you will regret it" eyes, it should be more perfect.

Children's relationships are always established very quickly, Liu Mengya has already regarded Su Qingjia as a very good partner, and she has to hold hands with Su Qingjia when she gets out of the car.

Su Qingjia: ⊙_⊙

Today they came to visit the children in the orphanage, and the white swan seemed to know very well, so he took a few of them to send something to a group of foreign friends.

Every time Su Qingjia prepared to send something, before it reached anyone, the child was snatched by the white swan and given to others, with a "you idiot" look.

Three or four times in a row, Su Qingjia lost her love, but as a strange aunt, she naturally wouldn't be as familiar with the little girl who was sick with the princess.

After asking for his father's consent, Su Qingjia wandered around the orphanage alone.

This orphanage was renovated from a relocated school, and there was a small playground in the innermost, Su Qingjia shook and swayed, and finally leaned against the tree to close his eyes and recuperate.

Well, the beautiful sunshine and Mediterranean climate, the wet wind, and the absence of white swans couldn't be better.

With the sound of rustling in your ears from time to time, Barcelona is beautiful everywhere in this season.

Unlike its neighbor Italy, which has been stable for thousands of years, Spain is wild enough to be intoxicating.

All conflicts can legitimately coexist here, with magnificent monuments and avant-garde modern architecture side by side, the Mediterranean sun shining on the snowy tops of the Pyrenees, flamenco hospitality and whispering bars, each enchanting in the night.

And Barcelona, the "flower of Europe", has turned itself into an epic landmass.

Su Qingjia closed her eyes and enjoyed it, but she suddenly noticed that in addition to the rustling of leaves, there seemed to be a heavy wheezing sound here.

People have curiosity, although curiosity kills cats.

Su Qingjia followed the sound and walked around the grove.

The afternoon sun was a little stinging, and Su Qingjia walked cautiously in the shade.

It was a small playground, only a quarter the size of what I had just seen, with a one-way track, very short, and blonde boys running.

He seemed to have been running for a long time, and from a distance, Su Qingjia saw that his clothes were already soaked.

After running for another ten minutes or so, the boy stopped, sat cross-legged in the shade of a tree, and picked up a nearby kettle to drink.

After about five minutes, the boy stood up.

Su Qingjia found that at the end of the runway, there was a net inserted with branches, which was very simple, and the boy ran over to set up a jar and ran back to play football.

Running back and forth more than twenty times, the boy kicked the jar almost every time, though not very far away.

The blonde brother was obviously not satisfied with this result, and hammered the ground a few times in frustration. After raising his head, he found Su Qingjia.

Su Qingjia has been a strange aunt who has been peeping at Xiao Xianrou for so long, and when she was discovered, she was a little embarrassed and took the initiative to stand up.

When I walked in, I found that the boy's body was sweating as if he had just taken a shower, his blonde hair was curled up in a mess, and he was wearing a Barcelona tracksuit, which looked like it was given away by the government for free.

To Su Qingjia's surprise, the boy had two bags tied to his legs, which were simple to make and used as sandbags, and the kettle in his hand was already very old, blue, and worn, but it was okay to use.

The soccer ball he was holding in his arms must have been used by him for a long time, and the can he had just kicked down was still clattering back and forth.

However, he is very beautiful, with a pair of azure eyes, and a little gray, a very strange and seductive combination. The nose is tall and straight in the West, and the eyebrows are very thick, and the shape is a resolute sword eyebrow.

The official languages of Barcelona are Spanish and Catalan, and Su Qingjia, who has lived here for many years in her previous life, is naturally fluent in them.

It's just that when she is reborn, she should only be able to have a simple Spanish conversation in the eyes of her parents.

Su Qingjia: Embarrassment......

As a pseudo-fan, he has written several articles about football, and has personally visited some clubs, Su Qingjia still knows a thing or two about football training.

The boy wanted to tie sandbags to exercise his physical fitness, which seems to be nothing wrong with ordinary people, but in soccer training, this will not have much effect.

I've been coming to see people uninvited for so long, well, he's still so handsome, Su Qingjia still wants to help this boy.

In this country, football is a toy that almost every child can kick a few feet, and the handsome guys of the two giants have fascinated the world.

"Hello!" Su Qingjia greeted him in Spanish.

"I see you're playing, you're playing great." The boy ignored Su Qingjia, holding the ball tightly, his head down, and Su Qingjia could only see his blonde hair shining more dazzling in the sun.

I silently praised it in my heart, a very pure color.

"Do you like football very much? I've seen you train for a long time. Is it a physical exercise? ”

“……”

"My name is Bella, what's your name?"

“……”

"I'm eight years old, how old are you?"

“……”

"I like football too, can we play football together?"

“……”

Su Qingjia racked his brains to find a topic, but the boy was too cold and didn't say a word.

After thinking about it, Su Qingjia continued to sing a one-man show.

"You know what? The practice of strapping sandbags on your feet is not very useful for football. The end was prolonged, the little girl's voice was a little soft, and Su Qingjia carefully watched the boy's reaction.

Sure enough, this time, the boy didn't sit there blankly, his right ear moved, and Su Qingjia just saw it clearly at this angle.

It's so cute ^*(——)*^

After finding a theme, Su Qingjia continued, "Physical fitness is not just a simple 'endurance', jogging at a balanced pace can indeed improve jogging ability, but it cannot improve physical fitness in football matches. What's more, if you tie a sandbag, you can only make you taller. ”

This time, the boy finally raised his head, and Su Qingjia saw his eyes again.

It's so beautiful, like a deep ocean, with melancholy feelings. Hidden under long, curly lashes.

One tear of yours is a star in the sky.

Su Qingjia suddenly thought of this sentence.

The was too long, and before the boy could hang his head, Su Qingjia hurriedly added, "You must know that football is a sport, which includes many sprints and high-intensity anaerobic movements, with some low-intensity aerobic recovery periods in between, in order to prepare for the next high-intensity operation round. ”

Su Qingjia Balabala made a lot of fuss, and after thinking about it, the boy who felt that aerobic or non-aerobic or something might not understand well, and was thinking about how to explain.

A hoarse and dry voice rang in my ears.