At this time, Yokohama is not set off by cherry blossoms, and the wind blowing from the Pacific Ocean is slightly cold, Su Qingjia gathered the scarf around his neck and curled up his hands in the wide woolen cuffs. It was the first time she had come to Japan in her previous life, and she had longed for the magnificence of Mt. Fuji and the comfort of Nagoya, but she had come to the island for football in this life.

Carlos has been waiting at the airport for a while, his height of 1.92 meters is particularly eye-catching among the Asian crowd, coupled with his blonde hair and handsome face that shines in the gloomy winter day, he has won a lot of heads, and when he saw Su Qingjia pushing his luggage out, his eyes lit up, and his dimples hung on his cheeks, and passers-by stopped to look at the person he was waiting for.

"Why did you come out with so little to wear?" Su Qingjia was held in his arms, "Didn't I buy you a few clothes some time ago?" ”

Carlos rubbed the top of her hair, reluctant to let go, and blushed a little around her waist, "I'm not cold, are you hot to touch my body?" He pulled her hand out of the cuff and lifted the corner of the T-shirt so that she could touch it directly to his skin, "Your hands are so cold, Bella, you are warm, I will give you the heat." ”

He was talking in her ear like a treasure, the hot breath she exhaled made her earlobes red, and she struggled to withdraw her hand from under his clothes, Su Qingjia said a little shyly: "I don't want it, go back quickly, there are many people here." ”

Passers-by kept spying on their movements, which made Su Qingjia a little uncomfortable.

Carlos pursed his lips, sadly letting go of her hands and waist, and pulled the suitcase over with his head down. Although he still has a lot of lollipops in his pocket, he doesn't want to eat them at all. Shen Ke also lied to him, saying that Bella would definitely not refuse him in this way, and would touch his chest and give him a kiss.

He hadn't kissed Bella in a long time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Qingjia drooped his blonde hair like a pit bull dog in Liu Mengya's house without meat and bones, and couldn't help but smile after him, and then walked up and took the initiative to hold his empty left hand, "It will be more convenient to warm your hands this way." Mind if I kiss you now? ”

Carloston stopped, immediately refreshed, and continued to look down at his toes embarrassedly, "So, where do you want to kiss?" ”

"Where do you want me to kiss?"

"Both...... It's all good, this ...... It's best here. Carlos closed his eyes and pouted slightly.

After waiting for a long time with joy, he was impressed that the fragrant soft lips were not attached, and when he was about to ask, a lemon-flavored lollipop popped into his mouth. Carlos bit the lollipop and protested with his eyes.

"Come on, let's go back and talk about it."

The little golden retriever took the stick and licked his lips, a little aggrieved, "But you said it was okay." I don't like the lemon flavor either. ”

Su Qingjia leaned over and swallowed the lollipop, snoring: "I didn't book a hotel before I came, do you want to discuss with me here, or go to your room?" ”

The little golden retriever smiled happily and almost half-picked her up and returned to the hotel.

As soon as he opened the door, Carlos threw his luggage in and kissed Su Qingjia behind the door. His kiss was fierce but gentle, his hand firmly clasped the back of her head, preventing her from hitting the door, Su Qingjia's heart softened, and the thoughts of many days rushed to the peak at this moment, she lifted his T-shirt and put her hand behind his strong waist.

She still had the scent of lemon between her lips and teeth, he didn't like the sourness of lemons very much, but mixed with the girl's liquid, seemed to be as sweet as his favorite cherry.

*

Carlos was able to live in the same room as his girlfriend, but he was particularly upset about why no one had come to sue him, the house had three bedrooms.

Sadness turned into a river.

Shen Ke lived downstairs, mainly to prevent the little golden retriever from waking him up, he now had to sleep twelve hours a day, and he also said that this was to recharge for the next battle. For Su Qingjia's arrival, he expressed his great gratitude, because he finally didn't need to listen to the little golden retriever chanting spells every day, and he was very excited.

As for the spells, it was like this-"I miss Bella so much, Bella must miss me too, do you think Bella thinks about me?" She called me today and said she misses me, so do you think Bella misses me now? ”。

In this way, Carlos can repeat it more than five times a day, and Shen Ke's ears are about to grow calluses.

Su Qingjia listened to Shen Ke's complaints, leaned back with a smile, and then silently took the key to his bedroom door away from Carlos.

That night, she turned off the lights and waited in bed for a while when she heard the sound of someone opening the door with a key. It couldn't be opened for half a day, and Carlos wondered if the lock was broken.

"Looking for the key?" Someone behind him asked.

Carlos looked down at the key in his hand and replied, "Well, it doesn't seem to be open." ”

When he had finished answering, he realized that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw the girl who was supposed to be asleep standing in front of him with a thick blanket, and the lights in the room were all turned on, and the brightness was a little dazzling.

"Bella, I, you, I ......" Carlos immediately put his hands behind his back, nervously incoherent.

Su Qingjia shook the door key in front of his eyes, and said seriously: "It's not right to climb into bed, and it's even more wrong to sneak in at night, I have long confiscated the key." ”

Before closing the door again, Su Qingjia smiled at him like a little fox, "If you are good at the game the day after tomorrow, the key will be returned to you." ”

Carlos instantly came back to life and returned to the room with a flutter, curling up and rolling around under the quilt.

I don't know if I thought of the scene, he was extremely shy and silently chested, and went into the bathroom to shower again.

*

During this time, the temperature continues to drop, and the sky in Yokohama is always shrouded in misty gray clouds, but all this qiē can't dampen the enthusiasm of the fans who come from afar, there will be Brazilian girls wearing cool Brazilian jerseys dancing enthusiastically, celebratory scraps piled up on both sides of the clean streets, red clothes, white pants and white socks in contrast to the red and blue outfits of Barcelona fans.

Outside the Yokohama International Stadium, more and more fans gathered and shouted at each other.

Everyone wants the team they support to be at the top of the world.

At 4 p.m. on the 20th, spectators and media reporters can enter with tickets.

The Yokohama International Arena was used as the venue for the '02 World Cup finals and can accommodate up to 70,000 spectators. The evergreen natural turf and neat seating are magnificent and grand, and the stadium is equipped with state-of-the-art cameras and LED displays to accurately capture the players' every move from different angles.

This competition has attracted the attention of the international media, and the lineups of both sides are very strong, Barcelona, which has been sharpening a sword for 14 years, and Brazil International, which has been in full swing, on the one hand, is the Champions League team with a rising star, and on the other hand, the Copa Libertadores champion with a superstar, which is better or worse, is indeed indistinguishable, which also makes the popularity of the final rise exponentially.

Rijkaard shaved his hair off again in the most important game, and he did the same in the Champions League final, with his shiny forehead glowing like a crystal egg under the spotlights of the stadium, which is a psychological hint that he hopes this hairstyle will bring good luck to him and his team. However, this kind of shape is in the cold wind of December, ahem, and the scalp is a little cold.

The international coach is Celso Rose, a bespectacled Brazilian football coach who has led the club to the best results in the club's history, one of the strongest in South America. In the semi-finals, Brazil International played against Mexico America in North America, and won 2-0, with such speed and swift attack that it set off a hurricane of pursuit among fans.

Celso is a bit reserved, and when it comes to the media, he doesn't be as direct as Rijkaard, but his words are flickering and unpredictable.

The world's major media have sent reporters to Japan to report live, and Xiang Lin, as a powerful reporter of "Football", took over this heavy burden without giving up.

After the news of Carlos' Golden Boy winning the award and answering reporters' questions in Chinese reached China, the domestic fan craze was ignited again, and it is not meaningful for him to choose to use such language on the podium of the highest award that a player can win at his current age.

To the delight of fans, he actually said that he liked Chinese netizens to give him a nickname, which made his personal image more intimate. You must know that he is often expressionless in front of the media, and his cold style of acting has made many people lose their noses.

But this at least proves that Carlos is different for China.

In addition to looking forward to Carlos's appearance, they also hope to see the legendary Chinese girlfriend who made him die on such a field.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the players came out of the tunnel with their caddies. The cheers of the audience continued in the opening song. Because it was winter, many players chose to wear long-sleeved jerseys, but Carlos didn't have this consciousness, and happily wore short sleeves to lead the little girl to play.

To his surprise, the boy could speak standard Chinese.

The girl in the red blouse was cute, he looked up at the blonde Carlos and asked, "I heard from them, do you speak Chinese?" ”

"Yes, yes." Carlos patiently bent down to talk to him, "Do you think I'm right?" ”

The little girl thought about it very seriously and said, "It's okay, it's average, it's not as standard as I said." ”

These words successfully froze Carlos, who has always boasted that his Mandarin can pass the second level of the mainland.

The little girl looked at him and seemed to be a little stiff, frowned and folded her fingers to comfort: "It's okay, you see, I don't play football as well as you, don't worry." ”

Carlos:......

The opening ceremony was very grand, all the FIFA executives were seated, Rijkaard touched his head and shook hands with Brazil's international coach Rose, they invariably chose a dark blue suit today, Rijkaard unbuttoned the top two buttons, and Rose neatly tied his tie.

After the commentary is finished in Japanese, an interpreter will convert it into English.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Yokohama International Stadium, where we are now telling you about the final of the FIFA Club World Cup, between Champions League winners Barcelona and Copa Libertadores winners Internacional do Brasil. First, let's take a look at the line-up released before the game. ”

When the camera introduced the players, he once again gave it to Carlos, who was a little melancholy because of the little girl's words, and when he saw the camera sweep over, he touched his chest with some uneasiness, causing Barcelona fans to scream.

The gold content of this game is quite heavy, Barcelona sent all the main players, and the vice-captain made a grimace at the camera and dedicated it to his wife and baby.

When the narrator introduced the entire lineup, the director turned the picture to the family seat, and the girl wearing a pink coat and holding a small Barcelona flag appeared on the big screen.