As time passed, Carlos's Chinese level improved by leaps and bounds, and he was able to simply communicate and have a conversation with Su Qingjia. Although the training was very busy, the little golden retriever never missed a single Chinese class. He always came early, wiped the tables, chairs and benches in advance, and then sat quietly in front of the window, practicing writing, waiting for Su Qingjia's arrival.

Facing such a high-spirited Carlos, Su Qingjia really couldn't bear to say the news of leaving.

But how can there be a banquet in the world that will not be dissolved? What should come will always come, and not saying it doesn't mean that there is no harm. There are so many twists and turns on the road of life, and you will meet many, many people, some passing by you, and some living in your heart.

Su Qingjia looked at the young man in front of him who was trying to correct his pronunciation, he had grown very tall, and the sunlight was shining on his curly eyelashes.

"Bella, does that mean that?" Carlos asked after a moment of practice.

Su Qingjia's ethereal thoughts were pulled back, she nodded, bit her lip, and finally spoke after a silence: "Carlos, I have something to tell you." ”

Carlos raised a smile, his dimples sunken deeply, and said, "What's the matter?" You say. Can I help you? ”

He smiled innocently, Su Qingjia turned his face away, not letting himself look at his bright blue-gray eyes: "Carlos, I'm leaving here, in October, I'm going to the United States." ”

Carlos's smile froze on his face, and the dimples filled with honey turned into a jar of bitter wine, all sour from body to mind.

The silence is as long as a century, and the death knell mourns on the battlefield.

"You...... Going? Carlos's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid to blow away a fluttering phoenix.

Su Qingjia heard the confusion behind his subtle murmur, she stood up and touched the young man's soft and fluffy blonde hair, "Carlos, I'm leaving, going to the United States on the other side of the ocean to learn piano." ”

Carlos didn't speak, the pen in his hand had fallen off the table, and it kept rolling.

"My teacher is going to teach in the United States, and he wants me to go with him, Carlos, I love the piano as much as you like football." Su Qingjia said, "Let's work together in the coming days." What do you think? ”

It was the first time Carlos had heard Bella speak to him so gently, like the song of a siren, luring him into the abyss.

Then if I like you, will you like me?

Carlos wanted to question her, but all the impulses came to his lips and turned into the word "vale". He seemed to be pushed onto the beach by the huge wave in his heart, and the sun exposure made him almost faint.

Carlos quickly cleaned up the table, picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground, and said calmly: "Bella, I trained ahead of schedule this afternoon, I have to go first, is it okay?" ”

How could Su Qingjia not know that this teenager was making excuses? She looked at his hand holding the stationery tightly, the cyan veins were a little protruding, and then she nodded and smiled: "Well, okay, then I'll leave too, you train hard." ”

The teenager who got Su Qingjia's reply calmly walked out of the classroom, and then ran away at a rapid speed around the next corner. Under the plane tree, the wind whistled in his ears.

He was like a deserter, the death knell was constantly whispering behind him, there was no fighting, no retention, no expectations, no goodbye, he just ran away from the girl who made him willing to struggle.

He is like Columbus without Queen Isabe's funding, the "Lania" is close at hand, but the happy harbor can never dock.

He knew that the girl who walked into his life four years ago was about to leave him, her hair was still so black and shiny, it made him want to feel the softness of the touch, her face was still so delicate, it made him want to treasure her like a doll, her world was still so vast, and he was still a guest of her life across long distances.

Carlos ran all the way back to the dormitory, and instead of training, he locked himself up and didn't even eat dinner. Peel off a lollipop, then pick it up with your teeth and free your hands to change the water for the pothos at the head of the bed.

His movements carefully washed each leaf, and the veined leaves contained droplets of water rolling down, like teardrops.

*

For a few days, saying goodbye to relatives and friends, tidying up her bags, and handling trivial matters made Su Qingjia too busy to be idle, but she hoped that she would not be idle. Liu Mengya and White Swan also had some friends who made a parting party for her, Liu Mengya slowly became thinner, revealing a natural melon seed face, and her pointed chin was a little distressing, but she still liked to eat and Barbie dolls.

The best friend was about to leave, Liu Mengya pulled her and almost cried down the Great Wall, and then gave all her newly bought Barbie dolls to Su Qingjia.

The white swan and Zhou Ce were a lot softer after dating, but their necks were still high, and she was quite happy that Su Qingjia left, because after Su Qingjia left, she was the one who studied best in the class.

In the quiet night, she will unconsciously think of the teenager who grew up little by little.

She was with him for four years, and why didn't he be with her for another four years?

For more than a thousand days and nights, every memory has his figure, like a big tree and a tangled vine, interdependent.

Those broken shadows are woven into a beautiful veil that connects the youth of the two people.

She hadn't seen Carlos since they parted in the small classroom that day, and he didn't even come out to respond to his birthday, which she had been waiting for in La Masia for a day.

She gave the cake and the gift to the beer-drinking doorman, and asked him to hand it over on her behalf.

For the first time in four years, they didn't celebrate the beautiful boy's birthday together.

The sunset is like a funeral.

I don't know when I'll see you again. Su Qingjia thought that maybe in the near future, the boy would forget her, or it would become a memory of his youth, and the enthusiastic Spanish girl would bring an olive branch to the football genius, soothing the wounds in his heart with graceful dance steps and sweet kisses.

Many years later, when he became a superstar, he would happen to mention that a girl passed by his life, but the name was long since he couldn't remember.

On the eve of leaving, Su Qingjia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched for a long time, Barcelona was shining with charming lights in the dark night, and the stars and lights reflected each other, like an ensemble of nature and artificiality.

Tomorrow morning, she will step on a plane, perhaps permanently or temporarily, from the land where she has lived for four years.

The years of study in her previous life had not made her feel so sad, Su Qingjia sighed, walked back to the room, and prepared to close the window.

There was a "pop" sound, Su Qingjia followed the prestige, and a paper ball fell outside the window, and she walked to the balcony to pick it up.

It was a piece of paper, and a small ball was wrapped in it to throw it in.

Su Qingjia opened it suspiciously, it was very beautiful Spanish, it was Carlos's font, "I'll wait for you downstairs at your house." - Carlos"

Poking her head down, there was a person standing faintly under the street lamp, and there was a shadow, but she could still see that the person had warm and flashing blonde hair.

Su Qingjia put on a thin cardigan and ran out, her family was asleep, and her voice was very soft and soft.

"Carlos, why are you here?" Trotting all the way, she gasped.

Carlos looked at the girl whose face was crimson because of the exercise, and his heart softened, "You're leaving tomorrow, I'...... I can't bear you. ”

His tone was emotional and sour, Su Qingjia's eyes were a little swollen, and he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't know until I left to come to see me, why did you go last month?" ”

"I'm sorry. Bella, it's me who is wrong. Carlos was a little at a loss and could only apologize repeatedly. Over the past few days, he has thought about it a lot, and those good memories are vividly like oil paintings. The first soccer ball that Bella gave him was no longer able to play and was quietly placed in a box by him.

While running back and forth on the vast green field, he suddenly figured it out.

This brunette girl had taught him to pursue his dreams, and he hoped that he would no longer be an obstacle in her pursuit of progress, but would give her the most beautiful flowers at the curtain call.

"Okay, okay, don't say I'm sorry, it's so late, what's the matter with me?" Su Qingjia kicked the stone at his feet.

"I ......" Carlos scratched his head.

"What's the matter? Say it. ”

"I ......"

Facing the little golden retriever who continued to scratch his head and his ears flickered, Su Qingjia could only spread his hands, "Don't say anything, I'll go." I'm going to the airport tomorrow. ”

"Don't." Carlos grabbed Su Qingjia, who was about to turn around, and said, "I'm ...... That, you wait. ”

Under Su Qingjia's puzzled gaze, Carlos blushed and bit his lip and raised his hand to unzip his clothes......

"What are you doing? What do you want! Su Qingjia's eyes widened and he hurriedly stopped him. Wait, if you have something to say, don't take off your clothes, I'll sue you, but you are not allowed to play hooligan. ”

"I'm not playing a hooligan, Bella, you let it go." Carlos's zipper was halfway open, neither up nor down, "Bella, I have something to show you, just for a moment, okay?" ”

Su Qingjia looked at his sincere little eyes, slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and made a fighting posture.

As soon as she let go, Carlos tore the zipper open, and he had no clothes inside, so he put on a coat, and now when he opened it, revealing the delicate skin of the teenager.

Carlos was not yet an adult, but good exercise and timely nutrition had given his chest the broadness of a young man, and the distinct texture was glowing leisurely in the light, and he lifted the left side of his shirt and said, "Bella, can you take a closer look?" ”

Su Qingjia tried to let his eyes leave the two looming red tassels, and then walked in silently.

He has a black tattoo on his chest.

"Bella, I know, I'm still young, you are still young, there may be a long way to go between us, more likely, I won't be able to catch up with you in my life, but whether it's now or in the future, I've thought very clearly. I don't want an ending, I just want you to know that a boy said to you—"

"Su Qingjia, I love you."