At the end of April, before the summer monsoon, Su Qingjia was ready to set off, although she wanted to see the brilliant sun and blue sky of Barcelona again, and her cute little boyfriend, but she had to obey Luis's call.

Before going back, she got together with Liu Mengya, White Swan and Zhou Ce.

Liu Mengya is now very thin, the skin on the slender skeleton is a little pale, the round face of the flesh has disappeared as a child, and the melon seed face is very small, but she still likes to play Barbie dolls very much, and she has learned to make clothes for dolls.

This innocent and cute girl has not yet found a boyfriend, but has a sweet longing for love.

In the past two years, White Swan and Zhou Ce have been separated and combined several times, Xiaoyun is still very arrogant, and often does not give Zhou Ce face, and Zhou Ce has begun to get a little tired of her approach as he grows older.

The two quarreled, and the adults were not easy to interfere with.

But fortunately, Zhou Ce still likes her very much, and every time he will apologize to her in a low voice, send flowers, gifts, and love letters to try his best to please her.

Before leaving, Liu Mengya gave Su Qingjia a doll, which was very exquisite, it was a commemorative version, with ten sets of elegant and luxurious dresses, which she made with her own hands, imitating the Valentino show back then.

It had rained heavily on the day we left, and the sky was a little gray, and it was supposed to be the last time the rainy season returned.

Carlos was with her parents at the airport to see her off, the umbrella she had put away was soaking wet, and the floor in the airport hall was a little slippery.

Carlos watched quietly as the girl hugged her parents goodbye, and finally it was his turn.

He longed for her embrace in his heart, but subconsciously rejected the comfort of parting, and the little golden retriever stretched out his hand and scratched his head in frustration.

Su Qingjia was also very reluctant in her heart, looking at the little golden retriever who was in love, she walked up and pulled him down by the neck, and then hugged him, Carlos was in a stalemate for a long time, and finally put her hand on her back.

Su Qingjia asked in a glutinous voice, "This time, why is there no spring water from Canalest?" ”

Carlos was stunned at first, then finally bent down and put his head on her shoulder, and whispered into her small, white ear: "Because wherever you go, I will look for you." ”

You don't have to go back to Barcelona for me, I will go through thousands of rivers and mountains, cross the boundaries of the ocean, and cross the barriers of mountains for you.

Su Qingjia let go of him and shook his head, his amber eyes were bent into crescents, and his eyelashes were like small fans, "But this time, I went to Canareste to fill the spring water." She took a glass of water out of her satchel, "Would you like to open it for me?" ”

The little golden retriever was even more stunned, the corners of his mouth stiffened, and then a bigger smile was raised in Su Qingjia's gaze.

He took the glass of water from her hand, swirled it slightly, and handed it back to her.

The girl reached out and touched him. He recalled that in the gloom of October, it was also in the rain that the black-haired doll drank the spring water he had sent and left with all his heart, and this time, the girl took the initiative to tell him, and she was willing to return to Barcelona again for him, not afraid of the turbulence, and send him a beautiful mountain and water show in the rain.

The cup was not very big, and Su Qingjia drank it all at once.

She gave Carlos the empty cup again, and said, "As for the cup, you keep it for me, and the next time I leave, you must remember to fill it for me, I don't want to fill it myself." She tilted her head and curled her hair on one side, and her lips, which had just been drunk, were moisturized like spring petals.

The soft coquettish voice made Carlos's ears shake violently, he nodded vigorously, his blonde hair made a "rustle" sound with his movements, he covered the white floral water glass, and said, "I will go to the United States to see you when I have time, and then call you every day, and talk about msn." ”

Carlos bought a mobile phone and applied for an MSN account under the guidance of Su Qingjia, and he was no longer the caveman that Oleg mocked.

In a quick way, he was able to chat with his black-haired doll every day, and although he couldn't touch her, the little golden retriever still felt very satisfied.

Seeing the two children chatting squeakingly, Mingling was very relieved, but Su Jingkang was not so comfortable, he kept coughing and coughing, and his face turned black into ink.

He really wanted to get the little golden retriever who was holding his daughter's little hand, but who told him to let his daughter be unhappy?

Then he started coughing again.

Su Jingkang felt that this guy was playing hooligan against his daughter, which was particularly unreliable, but when Su Qingjia waved his hand and was about to leave, he witnessed a scene that made his heart pause.

The black-haired little beauty took out another book from her satchel, and then hooked her hand to make the stupid big man bend down and bow his head, "Give it to you." ”

The stupid big man listened to the soft sweet voice, holding the book in one hand and touching his lips with the other.

This...... Is this the first kiss on the lips after collecting seven kisses?

Good...... I really want to do it again.

Did you give me a story, or a kiss?

The little golden retriever started scratching her hair again.

Su Jingkang watched his daughter kiss the stupid big man, and wanted to ask his wife if she had brought a quick-acting heart pill, he really, stopped coughing, but his heartbeat felt gone.

His daughter, who is as ladylike as a jade, is actually a hooligan?

Mr. Diplomat, who had grown up under the good education of the Party, stood still and remembered □□ words that he had been educated about.

Relationships that are not aimed at marriage are hooliganism.

So, is his daughter going to be a hooligan or is she really having a serious purpose? If you play a hooligan, you are not a lady, you have to get married-

He looked intently at Carlos, who was scratching his head stupidly.

Do you want this stupid big guy with an IQ not on the line to come into their house? Will the IQ level be pulled down.

Su Jingkang's heart was a little desolate and tragic.

Ming Ling didn't notice the complicated psychological activities of her husband next to her, and thought that he was coughing better, so she was very happy, and said to Mr. Diplomat, who looked like a light gentleman and a gentleman with a light breeze, "How about letting Carlos have dinner with us today?" I've bought all the ingredients. ”

Mr. Diplomat looked into his wife's eyes and said coldly, "Hmm." ”

So, is this stupid big guy about to enter his house now?

Su Jingkang decided to go back and pull the weeds.

That night, Su Jingkang □□ the flowers he picked up when pulling weeds into a vase, and then knocked on the side of the dinner table and asked the little golden retriever some questions.

Then, Mr. Diplomat found out that it was not the first time that his daughter had played hooligan.

Looking at the blushing little golden retriever, he felt that he had to tell his daughter, how could he destroy the flowers of his friendly neighbors so much?

Thinking of his little daughter with a bold and bold style, Su Jingkang decided that he wanted to watch this blushing cabbage for his daughter, and in his house, he still had to put an end to hooliganism. For the sake of Su Qingjia's reputation, he decided to reluctantly let the stupid big man whose IQ is not online enter the door, and in the future, he will come to educate the two children whose IQ is not online.

Mr. Diplomat, with a calm face, thought far, far away.

Carlos blushed and carefully clenched the book in his arms, the planet on the cover reflecting the blue universe.

It was "The Little Prince", a famous fairy tale, where the lonely boy nourished roses in his world, he had a space the size of a planet, but there was only one flower that could accompany him.

After taking a shower, the little golden retriever laid the book next to the pillow, picked up a paintbrush and drew the girl's silhouette under the black letters on the title page.

The black-haired doll told him with a message from the book - "No one is like you, how attentive you are, and you don't want to leave the land around you." ”

He didn't know what this Chinese meant, but he thought it must be the best wishes and joy.

*

After the league, Carlos and his teammates lifted the Youth League title and were among the top performers in the new class.

The club was even more enthusiastic about spreading the scandal with the genius, and Carlos did not take a stand in his press statement, but played a tai chi.

In such a situation, the Barcelona first team quickly came up with a rather palatable contract to recruit the player.

After getting Shen Ke's strong approval, Carlos showed a swaying posture between clubs, turning passive into active, and his old club Barcelona couldn't sit still, so he came to the door with the contract.

In May, Carlos left La Masia, where he had been nurtured for many years, and entered the world of professional football.

Rexage gave him a pair of expensive and comfortable sneakers, and the boy he brought into the academy was finally going to the European stage, to the world stage.

He sincerely hopes that Carlos can finally take his place in the football world and shine in the shining starry sky.

After packing his luggage, Carlos imprinted a pious kiss on La Masia's artificial turf.

This is where he began to struggle, where his dreams began, countless falls, countless sweats, countless goals, all on this turf.

He had seen the clear sky here, the rain here, the sunrise in the morning, the crescent moon here.

He has failed and succeeded here, and he is even more here, firmly pursuing his life's pursuit, love, friendship, family affection, all the qiē that he does not have, here, get all satisfaction.

When he came, he was alone, and when he went, he was already famous.

Carlos walked out the door and looked at the old buildings behind him again, the May sky was blue, and the small farm was alive in the dilapidation.

Every year, a large number of young players will pour into here, and more different stories will be played out here.

Or many years later, some people will inadvertently remember that there was once a teenager here who walked into the future here.

Uncle Doorman raised his beer glass at him and smiled at him with a burp.

The little golden retriever waved goodbye to Garcia and all his teammates who had struggled together, and got into the car with memories and expectations.

The high weekly salary allowed him to rent a house in the city, buy a computer, connect to the Internet cable, and install a telephone.

He put the new professional contract in the cabinet and hung the painting and sticky note on the wall from the box as it was.

After removing a lollipop, Carlos lay on the bed for a while.

In addition to the joy, he also had a faint sense of loss, and gave him a box of lollipops to Oleg, who told him that he was going to transfer next season and that he was leaving Barca.

Barcelona is vigorously cultivating another striker, not Oleg, which makes Oleg's development a little uncomfortable.

The new owner promised to give Oleg a better training plan and said that resources were tilted in his favor.

Oleg hadn't told him who the new owner was, but Carlos could guess through the newspaper.

He had thought that when he arrived at Barcelona and they were running together on the field, he would provide an assist for Oleg, and Oleg would work well with him.

But in the end, none of this can be achieved.

Next season, or beyond, they will be rivals on the pitch, each fighting for a different club.

The fans will be shouting for their clubs, and he may personally break the ball at Oleg's feet, and Oleg may also collide with him.

Carlos crushed the lollipop in his mouth and got up.

But maybe they can still be teammates?

For the Spanish football team, to reach the World Cup.

Carlos pulled out the number 23 jersey from his closet and tried it out.

Well, it fits perfectly, and he loves it.