"Bella, what's on your mind today? Is there something wrong with it? Leon asked.

Su Qingjia smiled awkwardly, "No, you think about it too much, it's nothing, it's just a little out of state." ”

"Is it because of the boy who came in the morning?" Leon, who was well-born, was still a little strong in his bones, "Are you thinking about him?" Bella, do you like him? ”

Su Qingjia shook his head and said, "Leon, it's none of his business. Thank you for sending me today, I'm going back. ”

Leon's eyes were blazing, and the jealousy in his heart was growing like a snake that was gnawing at the boy's heart by Su Qingjia's hug in the morning, like a snake gnawing at his heart, and in the car, he saw the tears on her eyelashes and red eyes.

Staring at her, Leon said, "Bella, I like you, I've liked you since I first saw you play the piano, can you think about me?" We'll have a lot of common language, I can talk to you about music, I can help you organise your materials, and we can play together, and our ensemble is the best duet in school. ”

Thinking of something again, Leon added: "If it is the boy who came today that makes you uneasy, Bella, I want to ask you to give me a chance to play fair, I will not be worse than him." ”

Su Qingjia shook his head again, and his words were sincere: "Leon, I have already made it very clear that it's none of his business, besides, I really don't like you, don't waste time on me." Su Qingjia waved at him, "Goodbye, and thank you." After saying that, he walked into the villa without looking back.

"But does he know music? Bella, I'm the one who can play with you. Behind him, Leon yelled in spite of the image.

Su Qingjia didn't answer, just waved at him again, Leon was a little frustrated, this was the first time this noble teenager suffered a blow from a girl he liked, he couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor anymore, and shouted at Su Qingjia who was far away: "It's okay, I can wait!" ”

Su Qingjia, who returned to the room, was full of emotions.

Leon is a well-educated aristocratic boy, like a warm piece of jade, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, his suit is always meticulous, and his shiny leather shoes are not a little dusty.

And Carlos is different.

He is a poor boy who grew up in an orphanage, and he can only embrace a little warmth by working his own, he is like a diamond that needs to be polished constantly, extremely hard, but able to shine the most dazzling brilliance, people can't help but get close.

His jersey was always stained with sweat and his shoes would always have to be replaced due to wear and tear.

Leon was able to buy the most expensive jewelry without much effort, but Carlos had to work hard for countless days and nights.

Su Qingjia took the photo frame and rubbed it carefully.

Even though Carlos can't talk to her about music, can't play with her, she's actually-

She actually liked the side face of the teenager who was asleep on the table listening to soothing music, so quiet and warm.

*

Back in Barcelona, Coach Pelle was surprised by Carlos' early return, but he was more happy. He introduced the midfielder to all the players.

When choosing a jersey, Carlos still chose the number three as always, although this number is mostly for right-back, but it is not a hard and fast rule, and it is casual to meet a wayward player, as long as the number that is not the goalkeeper is picked.

Carlos is naturally a very headstrong player, and coach Pelle is heartbroken.

Of all the players, Carlos is the youngest, but his height is in the upper middle range, and he always has a cold face, so he doesn't really tell his age.

With the experience of Oleg and the communicative methods instilled by Shen Ke, Carlos quickly adapted to the locker room and quickly integrated into it. He is fluent in Spanish, Catalan, English, and a little bit of Portuguese, which allows him to communicate with his players without any sluggishness.

But what really made him overpower the crowd was his technique.

If Pelle was a little apprehensive about putting Carlos on the pitch at the beginning, then his worries were completely unwarranted during the training camp.

In his first training session, Carlos showed absolute observation as a midfielder, and his agile and flowing skills allowed him to dribble with the ball and ignore others.

He is able to provide crucial assists and passes to his team-mates, but he is also able to find the best angles to score creative goals.

Pelle watched him on his back for a long time, and then he was sure that he didn't have eyes in the back, and that it was a terrifying feeling to play like this.

The intensity of the training camp is increasing day by day, and with the arrival of the season, Carlos clearly feels that he is getting stronger little by little.

He took the initiative to ask for additional training, and the targeted training made his leg strength stronger.

The day before the season, he made Bella's first call in two years.

In the phone booth, Carlos plugged in his calling card and summoned up the courage to dial the number in its entirety for the first time.

The string of numbers was firmly engraved in his mind, and he tried to dial it out countless times, but after pressing a few numbers, he retreated, he had not yet thought of what to say to Bella, and he did not have the courage to hear her voice.

When he ushered in the period of voice change, he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that Bella would be uncomfortable to hear, and he was even more afraid that she would be disgusted.

When the voice change period is over, he will not dare to speak, he is afraid that Bella will not recognize his voice, and will politely ask "Who are you".

Carlos knew he was a coward, and the only time he was brave was all before Bella left, and he couldn't save it anymore.

But after going to the United States, he began to slowly start to feel confident again, and the beautiful chain was still hanging on Bella's wrist, and her fingers were longer, but the wrist was still so slender.

After returning from the United States, he often had a dream.

Unlike when he was shy for the first time when he was young, he calmly washed off the sheet and hung it on the balcony.

In the dream, the little lotus-like hands stirred up flames on him, and the fingertips were the beige color of cherry blossoms, glowing with a faint luster.

Her hand moved softly back and forth under him, the light of the silver chain in his hand made him feel blurred, and the full pearl shook as if frightened.

The hands in the dream were as soft as bones, the lingering fragrance emanated from her body, and the black hair wrapped around them, like a winding net, which could not be separated.

After a long beep, someone picked up the phone, and Carlos's heart rose to his throat.

However, it was not the girl he was waiting for, it was the domestic helper of the family.

After a breath, he began to get nervous again, and said that he wanted to find Bella, and the maid said please wait.

Carlos' newly lost heart began to pound in his throat again, and he placed his right hand on his heart, as if the tattoo close to it would give him a little strength to keep him from hanging up the phone and running away.

"I'm Bella, may I ask ......"

Before the girl's sweet voice could finish speaking, Carlos had already hurriedly spoke, "Bella, Bella, it's me, Carlos, I'm ......"

He didn't want to hear the phrase "Who are you", he could only interrupt in such a reckless way, but as soon as he said that, he regretted it, would Bella think he was not polite enough, would he think he was too reckless? Carlos's mind flashed to the noble boy in an expensive suit, and his heart began to sink.

But halfway through, Bella caught his rapidly falling heart with her gentle words, "Carlos, is that you?" Bella's voice was delighted, and Carlos jumped with joy.

Su Qingjia continued: "Carlos, you, I ......" It has been two months since the last time the little golden retriever came to Philadelphia, and in these two months, Su Qingjia has not received a single message about him.

Sometimes, Su Qingjia would think that maybe that day was just a dream she had in a trance, but the truth told him that Carlos had really come, but after he came, he was gone.

She kept thinking back to the conversation of that day, she was afraid that Carlos was saying her final goodbye that day, she was afraid that the teenager had decided to let go of her and enter a new world.

Carlos heard some rapid breathing on the other end of the phone and began to panic, "Bella, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" Can you speak to me, Bella? ”

Su Qingjia's heart rose, and said, "But aren't you unwilling to call me?" Tell me how to talk to you. ”

Her voice was not so steady, and Carlos choked up when he heard it: "Bella, don't you cry, I didn't mean to, didn't I go to Philadelphia to see you last time?" Bella, eh, I'm ......."

Carlos scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, and his sweaty blonde hair was messed up into a bird's nest.

"Can that be the same? You're in the United States, but you didn't even talk to me and left, who knows if you're coming to Philadelphia to see me or Louis. Su Qingjia sniffed, and there was a coquettish murmur in her voice that she hadn't even noticed.

"How could I possibly go to see Luis, Bella, me," Carlos was silent for a while, the salty and wet sea breeze calmed him down, and he heard his heart speak, "Su Qingjia, I miss you." ”

Carlos didn't force himself to say anything against his will, he obeyed his heart and read out the Chinese he had always wanted to speak to Bella.

He had whispered this in Bella's ear, and had carefully written it on pink cardboard and given it to the girl, and now, once again, he had traveled through the microphone through thousands of mountains and rivers, and the transmission and decoding of radio waves brought his thoughts with him.

His mouth was saying, "Su Qingjia, I miss you"; His tattoo is saying, "Su Qingjia, I miss you"; His heart was saying, "Su Qingjia, I miss you."

After three years, hearing this familiar words again, Su Qingjia finally couldn't hold back her tears.

The boy's Chinese was already very good, and compared to the stiffness and dryness she had heard it for the first time, he was now able to highlight the light accent with an intimate emphasis, and his deep voice came through the microphone, slightly distorted, but she still felt so good, like a moonlight sonata jumping on the surface of a lake.

She heard her crying voice into the phone, "Carlos, I miss you too." ”

Carlos felt that his heart was choked by Bella's cry, he obviously didn't want her to cry, but he inexplicably felt that there was a sweet smell coming through this thin thread, it was the best honey.

He continued to speak in Chinese, his tone was excited and joyful: "Su Qingjia, don't cry, I'm afraid that if you cry, I will cry too." I want to tell you today, the season will start tomorrow, this time, I will be the number three, Su Qingjia, when I return to the Camp Nou to play, can you continue to cheer me on, come to applaud me? ”

"I will run on the best grass this time, the audience will be very large, I will ask the coach to leave me a place for my family, Su Qingjia, can you come?"

"Su Qingjia, I will win the championship, I will become the best football player, Su Qingjia, I will tell the world in Chinese, my scout is called Su Qingjia, is a girl from China, is the girl I like, Su Qingjia, can you come and see me?"

Three questions in a row made Su Qingjia cover her lips, she tasted that her tears were salty, and with a sweet taste, her voice was no longer together, and she said intermittently: "Okay, Carlos, I will come, I will come to cheer for you." ”

"Bella, it's time for dinner, prepare your favorite dessert—" Louis's voice came, and Su Qingjia wiped her tears and responded.

"Carlos, I'll be here to cheer you on, is it okay to wear a skirt?"

"All right, let's go eat, don't go hungry." Carlos smiled, although Su Qingjia couldn't see it, she could still imagine how bright the boy's smile was, it should be like the rising sun, red, with the urge to jump.

Before hanging up the phone, Su Qingjia heard the boy say to her again, "Su Qingjia." ”

Su Qingjia touched his heart, and his little heart was moving disorderly.