Carlos was as hard as a steel plate, the sweat behind his back soaked his jersey, inexplicably a little cold, the tissues in his hands seemed to be wet, he tried to raise the corners of his mouth, exposing the deep dimples, and looked at Mingyu expectantly.

"Normally, it's just a little shabby. Not as good-looking as I was when I was younger. Mingyu opened his mouth slowly, turned his head and asked Su Qingjia, and said, "Your vision is not as good as your grandmother." ”

The little golden retriever stepped down with a smiling face, looking dejected like a sapling, and her moist little eyes were thrown towards the girl, and her hands were also a little more forceful.

Su Qingjia felt his nervousness, patted the back of his hand with his other hand, raised his head and gave him a reassuring look, and then returned the camera to Mingyu and replied: "Of course, grandpa, you have always been the most handsome, grandma has a very good eye, you teach Carlos more, he will work hard in your direction." ”

"Yes, yes, I'll try." The little golden retriever's fighting spirit was rekindled by her eyes, and this time he finally put on the brightest smile, the dimples seemed to be with honey in his mouth, and suddenly glanced at the photo on the camera, he had an idea for a while, and took the initiative to speak, "I'll take you to visit the Barcelona Museum, how about it?" ”

This sentence can be regarded as hitting Mingyu's seven inches, the more he looks at it, the more he feels that this kid has a future, he made a slightly hesitant expression, and finally agreed: "Go and see, give you some face, and lead the way." ”

Su Qingjia laughed secretly, but he didn't dare to show it, hooked Carlos's palm, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

The little golden retriever was leading the way, feeling that the skin in the palm of his hand was as smooth as milk, so stretched out his fingers to hook and entangle as if he was playing on his heartstrings, as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the girl giving him a thumbs up in front of him, his heart was warm, and he didn't feel nervous, if it weren't for Mingyu still walking behind, he wanted to pick her up and kiss her.

It's not the museum's open day, the aisle is empty, the staff who come and go greet Carlos, and the little golden retriever nods his head.

This is the first time Ming Yu has walked into the history of this legendary club, the stadium is almost everywhere with photos of the team, the wall next to the stairs is pasted with a photo of the champions after the Champions League final, through the photos you can feel the tsunami-like screams of the mountain at that time, the "WELOVEBARCA" sign stretches along the handrail, everyone who comes here can feel the thick history and vigorous blood madness.

The main exhibition hall displays all the trophies of Barcelona since 1929, through the glass, laser lights light these achievements in different shapes, the golden and silver glow is intertwined, and in the middle are two big ear cups, one from 1992 and one from 2006, fourteen years have passed, the shape of the trophy has not changed much, and the huge size shows its weight.

Mingyu stood in front of the Champions League trophy and was silent for a long time.

Su Qingjia has been here many times, but this time it has given her a new discovery, the screen showing the electronic photo below the trophy shows the wonderful moments of the Champions League final, the group photo of the players is placed in the center, and then the snapshot of receiving the award, the enthusiasm of the celebration around the field, and the last one is a single photo of Carlos. He took off his jersey and put his heart on his chest, and behind him he used a wide-angle lens to photograph the vast turf and the surging crowds, and he stood alone in front of the audience, full of spirit.

Carlos looked down and smiled at her, his blue-gray eyes sprinkled with stars, incredibly gentle.

Su Qingjia looked up at him, then stretched out his right hand, bent slightly, Carlos did not hesitate, stretched out his left hand, and together with hers, formed the shape of a heart.

His hands were large, his knuckles were slender and very strong, and every time he held hands, he could wrap her in one hand, and now it was bent, and it was obviously a lot fatter than half of her heart, but it looked harmonious.

On the one hand, it is gentle, and on the other hand, it is hard, which echoes the photo in front of him. Su Qingjia leaned on his chest, tilted his head and looked at him for a long time.

There was a "click" sound, and the two people who looked at each other looked at each other at the same time.

Mingyu was watching the effect with the camera, and without saying anything, he turned around and walked out of the exhibition hall leisurely.

The trick to deal with Xiang Lin obviously couldn't be used at all, he didn't dare to grab his future grandfather's camera, Carlos silently led the red-faced Su Qingjia to follow.

When I walked out of the exhibition hall, it was the sun was shining, the wooden corridor was erected with the personal photos of Barcelona's current players, it was a close-up of oil paintings, the color of the home jersey was very distinct, the painter used the most classic shapes of the players as a template, the white plasterboard framed the one-person high oil painting, the golden light shone into the corridor, and the transparent glass reflected the scene inside.

Carlos's oil painting is behind the vice-captain, his name is written in print, and of all, his hair color is the most dazzling, and his celebratory gestures are already known, and the painter adds love to him here. Except for the last goal on the field, he basically has a cold face, but there is a big smile on the oil painting, the painter should have observed for a long time before painting such a bright smile, this painting even his eyelashes are painted very realistically, the blue-gray tone is just right, the dimples on his left cheek are round, people can't help but reach out and poke it, in fact, Su Qingjia did the same, she turned her head to compare, and said, "Do you want to poke it?" ”

The little golden retriever frowned at the painting, then lowered his head, took her hand and pressed it to her face, pressing it accurately on his dimple, "Don't poke him, poke me." He happily added, "How is it, is it soft, is it comfortable?" ”

Su Qingjia pressed the dimple, and finally withdrew his hand with satisfaction and said, "You poke and poke yourself." ”

Carloston paused, shook his ears twice, and hesitantly stretched out his index finger in her smiling gaze, poked his dimple, and shyly withdrew it, "Like, it's quite soft, isn't it?" ”

Just as they were waiting for the girl's affirmation, Mingyu came back and called them, "Let's go, it's time for lunch." What are you doing here? ”

"Got it, here it is." Su Qingjia responded, and took the little golden retriever who was a little lost and said, "It's very soft, and it feels very good." ”

The little golden retriever was resurrected with full blood on the spot, and she was led by her, completely forgetting to see the road.

Su Jingkang received a call from his father-in-law, drove the car and parked at the door to pick up the two, and saw his daughter leading a tall man with a smirk out, he felt a little sour in his heart, and he had to tell him that he must be calm and not impulsive, he is an enlightened and good father, not a big villain who beats mandarin ducks.

Mingyu hung up the camera and sat in the car first, Carlos was still in an inseparable entanglement, he held the girl's little hand, let go and held it, and finally said: "I have holidays tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, are you free?" ”

Su Qingjia nodded, then hugged him and said, "Remember to pick me up, I will wear it beautifully." ”

Carlos hugged her back and hugged her for a moment under the knife-like gaze of Mr. Diplomat before letting go, "Well, goodbye then." ”

Getting into the car, Su Qingjia rolled down the window and waved at Carlos, Mingyu rummaged through the camera and said, "I can't bear him so much." ”

Su Qingjia blushed, her fingers kept wrapping around the ends of her hair, and she smiled sweetly: "Well, I can't bear it." ”

When Su Jingkang heard this, he stepped on the accelerator and slipped out for a long time, but Mingyu asked him to stop at this time, and although Mr. Diplomat was puzzled, he still did it.

"Let's take him back to eat, it's all over, he's still hungry." Mingyu touched his granddaughter's hair and patted her on the shoulder.

In the resentful eyes of Mr. Diplomat, Su Qingjia kissed Mingyu on the face and said, "Thank you, grandfather!" Grandpa, you're the best! Getting out of the car triumphantly, she waved her hand at the little golden retriever who stayed where she was, and after a while, he gave full play to his speed advantage and rushed in front of Su Qingjia, his blonde hair fluttering slightly, "Bella, is there something wrong?" "He's obviously excited, he's very excited to be able to spend a second more with his brunette doll.

"Get in the car and go back to my house for dinner!" Su Qingjia took his hand and walked to the car, but unexpectedly, Carlos seemed to have taken root under his feet, and he couldn't pull it, so he raised his head and looked at it suspiciously, only to find that he was stunned, his lips were slightly open, his eyes were round, and then he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, scratching his head and laughing.

Su Qingjia stood on tiptoe and hooked his neck, then poked at his dimples, and said softly: "Come to your senses, otherwise my dad will have to call you stupid again!" Get in the car and seize the opportunity to have a good look. ”

Carlos hurriedly covered his mouth, blinked a pair of innocent eyes, and nodded vigorously.

Walking to the car, Carlos opened the door for Su Qingjia, and obediently sat in the co-pilot, he nodded politely to Mr. Diplomat and said, "Hello uncle." ”

"Humph!" Su Jingkang didn't reply, his nostrils were breathing, and he didn't give him a look, staring straight at the road.

Carlos closed his mouth, didn't say anything more, turned his head and smiled at Su Qingjia in the back seat.

Mingyu looked at the eyebrows of the little children, and then lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the camera, just now the car had driven far away, through the rearview mirror he saw that the big boy had not moved, watching them leave, standing in front of the simple Camp Nou gate, his figure became very small, but the red and blue jersey made him very conspicuous, the sun jumped on his blonde hair, Mingyu knew that this was a boy who loved his granddaughter very much, only the beloved, would tolerate her in everything, everything was her first, Even if he deliberately gave the boy so many cold eyes, he still smiled at him.

He is very old, so many years have passed, the old people have gray hair, he can see that this is a person worthy of a girl's deep love, regardless of status and wealth, he hopes that his most beloved granddaughter will get the best love in the world.

This is not the first time Carlos has come to Su Qingjia's house, but this is the first time that so many elders have been there, Sophia and Mingling's enthusiasm quickly made his nervousness subside, the two Spanish beauties prepared the food, the family sat around the Nordic-style carved table, the daisies in the crystal vase poked their heads out delicately, and the various fruit platters exuded a sweet and tempting aroma.

This was the first time he felt the atmosphere of family, the dining table was covered with elegant flower cloth, each plate was carefully selected, Ming Ling prepared her strawberry milk for the family to make a drink, and when the glass touched, his beloved girl would smile at her.

Lunch has always been synonymous with filling his stomach and nutritious meals for him, and when he was in La Masia, the delivery aunt would serve him a big bowl of mushy porridge because he was malnourished and needed a lot of vitamins, protein and calcium. When they enter the first team, the dietitian will let them eat more natural vegetables, meat, and foods without other added ingredients, from three meals to drinks to replenish water after exercise, so as to ensure a healthy body and maintain a day's exercise consumption. He would eat in large gulps, his teammates would gather around to talk, he would talk about the food of his hometown, he would always listen silently, all the beauty of home, he had never felt before.

Stunned, Su Qingjia gave him a small bowl of chicken soup, very clear color, swirling in the white silver-rimmed bowl, and the thick aroma mixed with the heat drilled into his nose. He showed his dimples at the girl, then picked up the spoon and tasted it.

The mellow taste melted on the tip of his tongue, and he thought, it feels like home, so good.