The vast ocean moves north with steaming water vapor, from the spire of the Sagrada Familia to the chains of the Bridge of Sighs, and the breath of spring and summer has dyed the long-dark European continent with green vitality. The sand on the Gold Coast streaked across the feet of passers-by, and the glorious sun coated the beauty's skin with a wheat-colored moisturizer.

The grapes slowly accumulate sweetness on the vine, photosynthesis is well carried out due to abundant sunlight, and there are late-ripening pinches with tiny yellow-green flowers and tightly packed conical inflorescences.

In the season of waiting for the grapes to ripen, the Champions League final is the most exciting.

In the round of 16 of the Champions Cup, Real Madrid was eliminated by Juventus 1-0 at home and 1-2 away, stopping in the quarterfinals.

In the fierce battle in February, Barcelona narrowly defeated Juventus 1-0 in the quarter-finals, and defeated AC Milan 3-0 in the semi-finals to advance to the final.

It was the most anticipated event of May, with broadcast rights sold for unprecedented prices, and red and blue fans roaming the Camp Nou with flags in front of them, cheering on the club from all over the world.

The smell of gunpowder filled the summer continent, and the media did not dare to let go of the slightest trace, and magazines and newspapers were in short supply every day.

The rules of the final are different from the past, using a real winner-to-lose format, if the winner is not decided after 90 minutes, it will enter 30 minutes of extra time, and if the winner is still decided, then the penalty shoot-out.

But none of this seems to have anything to do with Barça's midfield number 23.

A week before the race, the little golden retriever happily took most of the day off with a cherry-flavored lollipop, changed out of his tracksuit, put on a newly bought white shirt, put on a pair of jeans, got up half an hour early to take care of his soft hair, and rushed to the airport with a smile after Rijkaard was sure to be quite handsome three times.

The cramped back seat of the car was almost out of place for the tall man, so Carlos bent his long legs as much as he could, so that he had enough room for them.

The driver glanced at this handsome guy several times, vaguely felt a little familiar, the car was a little stuffy, and the car air conditioner happened to be broken, Carlos was afraid that something would go wrong with the fluffy gold, so he asked the driver not to roll down the window.

The driver, with a red face, finally delivered to the airport with a snort.

The height of one meter □□ comes with a pair of long legs that absorb the sun, the athletic body of the athlete looks good in the shirt, the cuffs are pulled up to the elbows, and the muscles of the big arms are slightly revealed from the white fabric.

Little by little, the clock in the hall turned to the number he was waiting for, and the little golden retriever resisted the urge to scratch his head and stared at the exit.

The airport radio finally remembered, and Carlos pricked up his ears to listen, his eyes shining like the waves of the Mediterranean.

The crowd poured into the hall, and he searched for the silhouette of the girl with long black hair.

Su Qingjia finished her course at Curtis in mid-May, and the next thing was to prepare for her graduation performance, and finally grasped Louis's weakness, and Su Qingjia got permission to leave Philadelphia.

Louis held the bottle of red wine with a magnificent color and felt distressed for a while, fortunately it was not smashed by this little apprentice with a headache, oops, this is a treasure he has hidden for several years, so many years, he has only drunk three sips, he is still waiting to find the best day to get drunk, but it can't be ruined.

The old Spanish nobleman was about to break when he saw the beautiful little devil turning the wine bottle out of the storeroom, not to mention the fact that the little devil almost dropped his bottle, and the old nobleman didn't go to the bar for several days, and kept his red wine behind closed doors.

"Xiao has no heart, I know that stupid athlete, hum, if you like to go, I don't care about you." Louis clasped the corner like an old child, and glared at her several times when Su Qingjia walked out of the door with her luggage.

But in the end, I couldn't rest assured, and called the driver to send her to the airport together, and kept chattering in the car: "You have to practice the piano well, you can't waste it, say hello to your parents on my behalf, and your grandmother, let her watch less football games, and everyone is old and happy like a little girl all day long." ”

A second before Su Qingjia was about to get on the plane, Louis's well-maintained face was a little red, he turned his face away, put his hand to his lips and coughed: "Finally, I said yes, that, well, if you really can't help it, you must take measures." ”

Su Qingjia turned around several times in her mind, and finally figured it out, she glanced at the embarrassed old man, and grimaced at him, "I'm not like you, hmph, we're very pure." ”

"Pure, where am I not pure?" Louis blew his beard and glared, "Remember what I said, don't be impulsive young!" ”

Su Qingjia looked him up and down, then touched his chin and said, "Okay, okay, I know." ”

Before turning around, she gave the still mature and handsome pianist a hug, "I promise, I will be the best-looking piano player, the best-looking piano player and the second piano player, and when I come back, I will definitely present you with piano music that will satisfy you." Grandpa, goodbye. ”

Louis gently stroked her long hair, and that Easter he received the best gift of all, God gave him a sweet little padded jacket, although she was sometimes very noisy, sometimes very angry, sometimes always troublesome, but unconsciously, she grew up little by his side like a little granddaughter, and her long hair was cut and stubbled, still swaying around her waist like brocade.

Several reincarnations in the years, several cold and summer in spring and autumn, they spent six Easters together, and in the bustling city of Philadelphia, my family has a girl who has just grown up.

Louis waved to the little apprentice who was far away, he hoped that his best apprentice would get the best love in the world, and when the lonely black and white keys jumped, someone would send her a bouquet of flowers, only to applaud her curtain call.

The plane flew for a long time, passing over the Atlantic Ocean, and the tropospheric clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters were dyed with brilliant colors.

Su Qingjia put on an eye patch, and "Lania" took her to her lover's location.

The Eternal City has been a fertile land with the Tiber River nourishing the Timber River and the Mediterranean climate giving Rome a romantic twist.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, Su Qingjia saw Carlos in the crowd, his height made him stand out naturally, and his pure blonde hair was particularly eye-catching.

The little golden retriever was as alert as a radar searchlight, and immediately locked on to the girl at the exit, waving excitedly at his sweetheart, for fear that Su Qingjia would not be able to see him.

The surprise that he hadn't seen for many days was full of surprises in the hug, and Su Qingjia buried himself in his broad chest and sniffed the smell of grass carefully.

"Bella, I miss you so much." Carlos bent over and whispered in her ear like petals trembling and blooming along the beach.

Su Qingjia turned his face, put his ear on his left chest, felt his rapidly twitching heartbeat, and said, "I know, so I'm here." ”

Carlos hugged her tightly, her eyes like peach blossoms smoked by the warm wind, with the satisfaction of waking up from a sound sleep.

"I'm so glad you're here, I've been happy for days." Carlos's ears flickered, and the dimples on his cheeks were full of sweetness, "Bella, I'm so happy, what to do, I won't be able to speak." ”

Su Qingjia hammered him on the chest, he didn't feel anything, he hurt himself, glanced at him and said, "Aren't you talking to me?" ”

Glanced at by her watery eyes, the little golden retriever really couldn't speak, and raised the corners of her mouth in a daze.

It's been a while since we last met.,Although we often chat with videos.,But there's never been a real person across the screen to be real and beautiful.,Fifteen-year-old girl began to show her charm.,Little Golden Retriever was a little fascinated by her.。

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Qingjia broke free from his arms, only to find that he was already infatuated, stretched out his little hand and poked his chest, and said, "Come back to your senses, let's go out first, I'm a little tired after taking a plane for so long." ”

Carlos blushed shyly, and silently pulled the suitcase standing next to him, "Take it, I'll book a hotel for you." ”

Su Qingjia took the initiative to stretch out his hand and asked him to hold it, and the little golden retriever only felt that this day was simply beautiful~~~

Philadelphia was still a little chilly at this time, and it was when the temperature was rising, Su Qingjia wore a long skirt and cardigan before getting on the plane, which would feel a little hot, so she untied the knitwear.

Carlos held the girl's delicate and white hand, resisting the urge to rub it, warm and moist like the pearl bracelet he had carried with him all these days.

He peeked at his doll from time to time as he walked, the navy blue dress made her look very pure and moving, the white cardigan matched his shirt very well, Carlos silently felt that this must be a couple's outfit, they must be in the same heart, and they are dressed in a special match.

Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but laugh secretly, and even my facial features with resolute sunshine were a little softer.

Su Qingjia didn't know why he was smirking, but when she heard his laughter, although she was a little silly, she liked it very much, and the hand held by the young man reached out his fingers and scratched his palm, his hand was so big, he could wrap her so well.

It's as if I treat her as a pearl and hold it carefully.

Carlos's palms were a little itchy, and when she scratched them like this, even the bottom of his heart was tickling, and the warm wind blew the ends of the girl's hair, and he smelled the sweet fragrance like roses.

So lingering and so sweet.

Carlos looked down at the girl's cheek and kissed it quickly.

On this peninsula bordering Spain, the girl flew into his arms, and the moment he touched her skin turned into the best wine, the fruit on the grape trellis began to slowly give birth to the smell of ethylene, and the footsteps of the harvest rang in his ears.

Su Qingjia saw that his whole face was flushed, and he raised the corners of his mouth sweetly, and said, "Do you think I'm in a good mood?" ”

Carlos didn't dare to look into her eyes, his ears shaking like rattles: "It should be, it should be fine, right?" ”

"Then you bend down and bow your head."

"Huh?"

"Long time no see, why do I like you more and more day by day." Su Qingjia imprinted a kiss on his thin lips, so close, her voice was carried into his ears by the breath between her lips and teeth.