"Su Qingjia, I miss you."

"Su Qingjia, I miss you."

"Su Qingjia, I miss you."

Carlos's big move made Su Qingjia dizzy, who would sue her, why did Carlos say Chinese, Nima, Chinese?

Su Qingjia woke up for a long time, and her soul came back a little bit, she looked at the handsome blonde guy in formal clothes today from head to toe, and then she came to a conclusion-

"You got your number stolen?"

This was replied in Chinese, Carlos did not understand, he blinked his big blue-gray eyes, revealing some doubts and innocence, and continued: "Su Qingjia, I miss you." ”

Yes, looking at Carlos's stupid appearance of the giant Labrador, his flushed cheeks, and his right ear shaking like a sieve, Su Qingjia was sure that he was sure that Carlos had not changed his core.

As for Chinese, Su Qingjia bet that he only knew how to say that sentence.

Finally sorting out the confusion just now, Su Qingjia raised his head, changed his Spanish and said, "Who wants you to dress like this?" ”

Carlos smiled super shyly, the corners of his small mouth raised, his small eyes flickered, his eyelashes fluttered, his face seemed to have a red cloud, and he said happily: "I, I won't sue you." ”

Su Qingjia: "......" Although the language has changed, what is the tone of?

Looking at the little golden retriever who was still smirking on the side, Su Qingjia suddenly sighed and said, "Carlos, it's not appropriate for you to dress like this at all, I don't like it." ”

The corners of Carlos's raised mouth slowly retracted, and there was a tendency to bend downward, he looked at the pink angel in a cheongsam, and the luggage cart was not pushed, just standing there blankly, his eyelashes stopped fluttering, his voice was small, and he also had a complaint and grievance: "But, but Oleg told me, you will like it, he said that I am so great, I, I ...... You, how can you not like it? ”

Su Qingjia took the handlebars of the luggage cart from his hand and pushed it away.

"Hey, let's go, my parents are still waiting for me." Su Qingjia turned her head and smiled at Carlos, like an angel in the sun.

Carlos heard the angel say to him, "Actually, Ra, who just lied to you, you're super handsome today." One class awesome, I love it. ”

Click, like the sound of a flowering heart.

Carlos still couldn't help but start scratching his head, he

It took less than a minute for Carlos to catch up, Su Qingjia looked at the little golden retriever who packed her luggage, and sighed in her heart, she deserved to have grown up after eating so many nutritious meals in La Masia.

Look at this handsome young man who doesn't seem to be too crooked, and the strange aunt has a kind of relief that my family has a child.

*

Su Qingjia didn't want to go to La Masia for the past two days, and Luis didn't let her go to practice, on the grounds that her mentality was impetuous and she needed to rest and adjust.

Su Jingkang and Mingling also thought that their daughter had not recovered from the sadness of leaving her grandparents, and they didn't dare to tell their daughter much, and they couldn't wait to rack their brains every day to make their daughter smile.

Su Qingjia is very distressed now, so distressed that she can't even eat the afternoon tea that Mingling carefully made for her, and the piano music she plays is messy, like a tangled cotton thread, tied in a dead knot, and she can't untie it.

After returning from rebirth, Su Qingjia had never encountered such a problem, even when she was tested by Louis last time, she didn't find it so difficult to do, this problem is not only tricky, but it will also go wrong if it is not done.

As for the question?

Of course, it's not that they miss their hometown as they think, Su Qingjia is an adult with a psychological age of almost thirty, and although the parting is bitter, they will always get together.

Su Qingjia is quite open to this matter.

What bothered her now was a card on the table.

Pink cardboard, not special, very neat, no creases, light and fluttery, no quality.

But Su Qingjia had been meditating for this for several days, and she didn't have time to make her balm or anything.

There are only two sentences on the paper, written in kanji, and the black brushstrokes are smooth, without the feeling of sluggishness and filling.

"Su Qingjia, I miss you.

- Carlos"

It was exactly the same as Carlos speaking Chinese, and it was still the same sentence that had forced her for a long time.

Aunt Blame is very square now, and has always been square, since Carlos gave her the paper that day.

Now the only magic weapon that can save Aunt Strange is called Spicy Strips, but Spain doesn't have it.

Su Qingjia silently picked up her small movements again and gnawed her fingers.

When Carlos said this to her that day when she flew back to Spain, she felt that something was not right, but she didn't think much about it at the time, so she just revealed it and took it as a small episode.

But when Carlos handed her the card with a red face and a calm look, and then ran away with lightning speed, she knew that this was not a good thing, that the situation was not good.

This is obviously Carlos confessing!

This little golden retriever, seemingly, maybe, maybe, as if, she guessed......

With a mother-lover complex???

Well, Su Qingjia self-denied this idea, after all, she is not as old as Carlos now, but ......

Isn't that scientific!! Whew!!

This feels like raising a bear son, breaking your heart for him every day, playing with him, tutoring him, for fear that the bear son will run away, but a bear son says to you, Mom, I like you, can you be my girlfriend?

It's just a ruin, okay?

Su Qingjia doesn't know what to do now, is it to say to Carlos, what, I have always regarded you as a son, and I really can't accept it. But she was afraid that Carlos would be stimulated, and now that the little golden retriever was finally starting to get better, she didn't want anything else to disturb him.

She managed to get Carlos out of the island, and let him see the direction of the New World, and she didn't want those beautiful lands to become mirages.

But, what can Su Qingjia go back? Could it be that she will accept it silently? Or is it as if nothing happened?

None of this is possible.

Su Qingjia didn't know what to do.

As soon as she closed her eyes now, she remembered the dimple on Carlos's left cheek, and the gentle gaze of the bay that carried the Mediterranean Sea made her uneasy.

No need to think about it, Su Qingjia also knows how difficult it is for an authentic Spaniard to learn Chinese, not to mention the pronunciation of the words in a correct and round manner, plus Carlos's strokes are not handsome, but at least neat square words, she can see that this teenager has put a hot heart inside.

She stroked those black lines with her hand, Carlos put down the pen very hard, leaving grooves on the cardboard, following the traces of the pen, Su Qingjia traced those words many times, and the black ink had already soaked into the fine fibers, and it could not be wiped off.

Just like the blonde boy holding a flower and smiling, he has long been integrated into her life and is inseparable.

*

The winter winds migrated from the far north to Spain, and when the rainy season arrived, Carlos, who could not get a response from Su Qingjia, was congested.

Just like this dripping rain, his heart is also gloomy, and the sun does not shine.

He knew why Bella hadn't replied to him, and he knew that he had done it on the rails.

He comforted himself over and over again, telling himself that Bella was still young, she was just an eleven-year-old girl, and she didn't know what it meant to be excited.

But he has always been interested in her.

Carlos is a mature boy who has long been forced to grow up early because of too much pain and loneliness, he understands his goals, he knows how to pursue his dreams, and he also knows what it means to like.

When he came out of the airport that day, he replayed Bella's praise for him all the way in his head, she said that he was very handsome, that he was great, and that for him, all the voices in this world could not compare to Bella's affirmation of him. It was September, but he felt like a warm breeze was blowing, blowing away the flowers on the grass.

Oleg's teasing, the coach's teasing can be ignored.

That night, Bella's smile appeared in his dream, he dreamed that the girl came to her with a smile, and then stretched out his white hand, and with his slender and delicate fingers, slowly unbuttoned the buckles on her pink cheongsam, one, two, three......

Then the beautiful garment fell to her feet, and a flower bloomed.

Her thin white and graceful legs stepped across the clothes, one step, two steps, three steps......

She put her hand on his neckline......

The next day, Carlos woke up early as usual, silently threw the wet sheets into the trash, then washed his face with cold water and went downstairs to train. It was his happiest day in months.

In that charming dream, there were sweet smiles, soft murmurs, and many beautiful things he had imagined.

He thought about it for a long time while he was practicing, and finally he decided to muster up the courage to confess to Bella.

Yes, confession.

He liked this black-haired doll for a long, long time, and he just didn't dare to say it.

The black and white world, which was uninteresting to him, had been quietly flown into his heart, and those beautiful landscapes and stories seemed to have color for the first time in his life, and he seemed to be so close to warmth.

He longed for this girl as much as he longed for the green field, or rather, even more.

After scrapping several pieces of cardboard, Carlos finally mustered up the courage to hand the pink card to Bella.

He remembered that it was the last weekend before school started in September, and it was still a sunny day, and a slightly cool wind was blowing, and Bella's hair was swaying and whirling on her chest.

His face turned red, his forehead began to sweat, and after Bella took it, he was really afraid that he would not be able to help touching her hair, and ran away at the speed he was proud of.

He waited and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited,

Carlos's heart was a little cold, a little cold.

But he knew that this was just the beginning, and he wouldn't give up lightly.

On the road to chasing his dreams, what he hopes for most is the encouragement and shouts that belong to that girl.

Without her, then a qiē would have become worthless.

His Oriental girl was still young, and he could wait, wait until she nodded, until she was old enough.

But before that, he had to let the girl know that there was a boy who loved her and would always love her.