Many players celebrate after scoring a goal, which is an affirmation of themselves, sometimes a signal to the fans, sometimes an expression of their beliefs, of course, sometimes an idol adoration, and so on.

When the little golden retriever first entered the U19s, he thought about doing something to celebrate, but then he never thought about it, so he didn't do it.

Until now, some teammates have mentioned yì to him, and now he has his own fans, if he comes to a different celebration, it will be very emotional, and the coach also nodded on the side and said: "Carlos, do your own action, maybe it will cause a sensation." ”

The little golden retriever dismantled a lollipop in a daze, feeling a little yearning and excitement.

As his teammates stepped forward to offer their opinions and the meaning of their celebrations, Carlos looked at the smiling faces of his teammates, nodded, and said, "I need to think about it." ”

Licking the lollipop, he continued to look down at the book in his arms.

The lettering on the book made his mind flutter, the tattoo on his chest was pounding with his heart, and he let go of his hand holding the lollipop, took the candy in his mouth, and pressed it to his chest.

He could still clearly feel the heat through the badge and the fabric, the tattoo was engraved in his skin, and Carlos shook his right ear and shook a faint smile.

Perhaps, this is the celebratory gesture he should do.

Looking up, Carlos looked at the English sky with a few white clouds, the spring in Philadelphia melting the snow on the treetops, and the beloved girl perhaps composing her graduation music in the piano room.

The coach's words interrupted his reverie.

"Okay, the rest is over, let's talk about the game tonight." The coach stood straight, like a green pine growing on the pitch for no reason, and his bubble noodle-like hair added a youthful attitude to him, "Tomorrow we will face Arsenal at Highbury Stadium, and I hope that on the opponent's home field, we can qualify!" There is no faith! ”

"Yes!" Carlos and his teammates shouted and continued to be lectured by the coach.

Since September and now March, Carlos has been with the team through his first Champions League game, and the army is steadily advancing, and the intense competition has made him unable to find time to go to Philadelphia to celebrate his girlfriend's fifteenth birthday, which makes him feel guilty and sad.

Obviously they were already together, but he didn't blow out the candles with Bella on the most important day of the year in her life.

Bella had done a lot for him, Carlos thought, but he felt that he had not done enough.

Due to the jet lag, when he was still warming up on the court, the distant other side of the ocean had already entered a dark dream.

He called Bella to celebrate the growth of his beloved girl, and the girl's laughter came from the phone, and he heard a faint sense of loss.

There were a few fans and media watching the warm-up in the empty stadium, and his eyes swept over the faces of those people one by one, and he couldn't hold back the sourness in his heart.

The girl said softly on the phone, like a wave of water, "I know you can't come, but it's okay, I'll watch your game on TV, and when you score, I'll blow out the candles, so that we can blow it together, you don't know, you're really handsome on TV, Lilith the witch screamed, eh, you know what, she's not a footballer to watch." ”

"Also, this year Mommy made me a cherry blueberry cake, I'll leave one for you, bring a lot of fruit, I know you love strawberries and cherries."

"Well, by the way, you're going to give me a new bracelet this year, okay, this bracelet is a little small, I want a more beautiful, more round pearl, you have to bring it to me yourself."

He didn't dare to speak, just listened to the girl's narration, and her breathing was so good that he held his breath and didn't want to interrupt.

"Am I interrupting your training? Carlos? You still have a game tonight, don't delay, hurry, and finally, I wish your most beautiful girlfriend a happy birthday. It was obviously a commanding tone, but Carlos's eyes were full of sweetness.

"Happy birthday to my prettiest girlfriend Bella, and happy birthday to my Queen." The coach whistled.

"Well, that'...... Then you have a good game, come on! Good bye. ”

"Goodbye." Carlos waited for Bella to hang up the phone as he ran, and it wasn't until a beep rang out that he pressed the button.

The coach organised them for a final acclimatization exercise, with Carlos dribbling the ball to the exotic turf, and the dry wind was not as wet as Barcelona, blowing his hair tosses.

Carlos shouted and ran straight into the box to shoot.

He was so powerful that the ball flew into the net and spun for a while before it fell.

After the warm-up, he came out of the pitch and returned to his accommodation, along the way, Carlos did not have the heart to take the lollipop from his backpack or talk to his teammates, and when he got out of the car, the coach sighed and patted Carlos on the shoulder.

"Play well for your girlfriend. It was a one-of-a-kind gift for her. "Rijkaard's instant noodle head is just as messy," he said on my behalf. ”

Carlos barely managed to squeeze out a smile, pursed the corners of his mouth, and nodded.

He lay on the bed, picked up the book "The Little Prince" from the bedside, opened the title page, and covered his face.

Bella's writing was no longer bright, and the ink was sinking into the paper, but Carlos felt that there was still a fresh fragrance coming out, so close that it was scrambling to poke into his nose.

He understood Bella's words on the phone, and he knew that she was not at all surprised that he couldn't accompany her, but was still enlightening him.

In fact, he really wanted to answer his black-haired doll, he didn't want him to cut the cake with the girl on TV, because the live TV would stay up late, and the winter in Philadelphia was so cold, he was afraid that she would catch a cold and get sick.

He also didn't want the girl to leave him a cake, because after the wee hours of the morning, her birthday had already been missed, and he couldn't go to the United States until the cherries rotted in the refrigerator.

The girl was comforting him in her own way, so willful, so proud, but Carlos felt that the girl was not wrong at all, she was the most beautiful girl in his world, the most elegant princess, the most noble queen.

In his world, it has always been very small, so small that she is the only one.

Carlos lifted "The Little Prince" a little higher, and Bella's delicate and free handwriting is very similar to that of people.

"No one is like you, how attentive you are, you don't want to leave and sink around." He copied this passage and copied it to Shen Ke, who told him what it meant.

After looking at it for a long time, he got up and closed the book and placed it at the head of the bed, along with the blue box.

Carlos took a shower and went to the treatment room.

He has to be in the best shape, and when the girl cuts the cake, he has to be the most amazing one in the audience, so that he is worthy of the queen who awaits him that night.

In the game that night, he performed very well, contributing one goal, two assists, and winning a total of three goals at home and away.

For the first time, he took the initiative to answer an interview with the media, and it was a few simple words, "Bella, happy birthday." ”

May my goal make you happy.

When he returned to his apartment, he went straight to open the computer in his room before he had washed up.

It was late, but he couldn't help but log on to MSN.

The girl's avatar is still lit. Carlos' heart was as hot as a fireball.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, clicked on the dialog box, and then tentatively sent a string of messages, "Bella, haven't you slept yet?" ”

Two minutes passed, and there was no response, Carlos's heart seemed to be extinguished, and the ticking bell upset him, and he simply took off his shirt, threw it on the ground in anger, and then stared at the dialog box without blinking with his cheeks.

The sudden video request from the other party stunned him, and Carlos stared at the computer for a long time before reaching out his trembling hand and clicking OK.

The girl who had been thinking about it appeared in front of him like this, across the screen, with a sweet smile and a small pear vortex that he liked.

"Why is it dark over there?" He put on his headphones and heard the girl's question.

Carlos realized that he hadn't turned on the light yet, scratched his head stupidly, and reluctantly put down his headphones for a while, and quickly ran to turn on the light.

"Ah, you're not dressed, Carlos, how are you naked on such a cold day." Su Qingjia saw that the light on the screen flashed, and Carlos's toned chest was directly exposed, and she stretched out her hand to cover her eyes.

Carlos realized that he had just taken off his clothes, so he took off his headphones again and picked them up from the ground.

I fumbled around and put it on, then climbed back on the table, and finally put on my headphones, "I, I'm not cold, yes, there's air conditioning." I'm dressed. ”

Su Qingjia sighed in her heart and took down her hand with a small slit, her boyfriend's figure is really good, but she is a pure girl, she can't peek, no, yes, she didn't look at it.

"You're so handsome today, congratulations." Su Qingjia said, "I've finished reading it, it's great, the goal assist is super powerful." ”

After receiving his girlfriend's thumbs up and compliments, Carlos's already blushing face turned even redder, he bit his lip, nodded shyly, and asked: "Bella, it's so late, why don't you sleep yet, haven't you finished watching the game?" ”

The camera in the hotel is not very good, and the picture quality is not very clear, but Su Qingjia still saw the worry in the blue-gray eyes of the little golden retriever, she moved something from the side, and said, "I have finished watching the ball, but I haven't cut the cake yet, this is my fifteenth birthday." ”

Su Qingjia found a lighter and lit candles, a total of fifteen, orange-yellow flames pulsed in front of her, lining her face like a fine mutton fat white jade.

Carlos could even clearly see the shadows of the eyelashes cast on her face.

The warm flames jumped and burned, and the fire in Carlos' heart began to rise again, and his chest seemed to explode, "You...... Why haven't you cut yet? Your birthday...... Already ......"

"Because I know that a certain Derpy Hair will not be able to resist talking to me about MSN tonight, so I will stay and wait for him, I have been waiting for a long time, I have fallen asleep in front of the computer." Su Qingjia was slightly coquettish, "Fortunately, before I fell asleep, Derpy finally came back." Okay, sing me a birthday song, I'm going to make a wish and blow out the candles. ”

Carlos felt a little soreness in his eyes, which were filled with tears, and he looked unblinkingly at the girl who had made a wish on the computer screen.

Her long hair poured down, glowing with Ugin in the light of the candles.

Carlos's thin lips were lightly opened, his deep and sexy voice circulated in the English night, a light rain was falling outside the window, the chill condensed into fog on the window, and the candlelight in front of the video screen added warmth to the room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you......" he was singing a birthday song to her, wiping away tears as the girl's eyes closed.

It's nearly seven o'clock in the morning, snow is falling, and the last snow of the year has turned Pennsylvania into a world of whitewashed jade.

The girl's birthday has long passed, and in the long wait, she is still willing to miss it for him.

He looked at the Tiffany blue jewelry box at the head of the bed, and suddenly felt that all the pearls in the world were not as good as the girl in the candlelight in front of him.

How much fate favored him, send a girl to him, and in the bumpy years of struggle, there can still be a girl who treats him gently.