Chapter 63

Happy Birthday Cassie 520!

If I hadn't met you, where would I be? -- Inscription

Igor Casillas had a dream, on Christmas Day.

In the dream, he re-experienced his life so far, Raul and Guti, they grew up together to become the best Castilla academy, and won the U17 Youth Champions League together.

In his early years, he fell in love with a defender of the women's football team, and he naturally remembered this girl, beautiful, healthy and energetic, Miss Spain in '03.

But the good times didn't last long, and in 09 he fell madly in love with a female reporter, and the beautiful female reporter also had her own boyfriend.

He was like a demon, fighting for territory like a fighter, and finally succeeded in holding the beauty, and it can be said that everyone except for the poor ex-boyfriend was happy.

Until he left Real Madrid, Yiqiē was perfect.

Even if he did ignore the female reporter in his dream, or even left his hometown, the two of them did live a fairly happy life, but there was always a voice in his head shouting.

Wrong.

That's not true.

One less person, definitely one less person, not right from the start.

In the dream, he and the woman were about to kiss to celebrate the birth of their second child, and the jelly-like lips were close at hand, but he just couldn't make up his mind to kiss them.

"What's wrong, Igor?" The woman opened her eyes and asked with some confusion, and the sentence quickly startled him.

What's wrong with him? It's a dream, right?

-- When I realized this, the world in front of me turned upside down.

The beautiful woman in front of him, still with a perfect smile on her face, was retreating, and all the qiē around her seemed to be speeding back in time, and finally turned into a dark nothingness, and he looked around blankly.

What's the situation?

The surroundings lit up again, like an old movie, and he was back in front of Castia's door, and Cassie looked around, his face full of helplessness.

Again?

But this time it seems different?

This time he was not alone, there was an academy kid who took the initiative to come and say hello to him, they quickly became good friends, they played together and improved together, celebrated together, and on his birthday, the child made a cake for him, they blew out the candles together, and shared the cake together.

His heart was pounding.

He and the child are slowly growing up, after entering puberty, he becomes irritable, wants to express his feelings but can't find any way, no matter what to do, he can only quarrel with the child, although the two of them are still friends, but the relationship suddenly becomes extremely weird.

Say it's a friend, right? I may not have seen friends like them who glared at each other as soon as they met, hurt each other, and almost got into a fight.

Say it's right, right? The two of them work together on the pitch to be nothing short of perfect, and the two almost complement each other in both defence and complement each other.

Speaking of which, falling in love and killing each other, or losing friends, is more suitable to describe the two of them.

Qiē stopped with the sound of brakes and impacts, and his surroundings became gray again.

Footsteps gradually sounded, as if a person was approaching, the familiar smell and cold fragrance gradually enveloped him, Cassie looked back, and suddenly sighed.

That's right, that's right.

The person he likes has dim moonlight-like hair, and when he looks at it, his ice-blue eyes are empty and cold, and when he doesn't have any facial expressions, he is like a delicate puppet created by God.

But once you move, it's different.

This man is a noble son with elegant manners, a descendant of a nobleman who is strategic. From beginning to end, he was always polite, calm, humorous, and occasionally narcissistic, showing his good cultivation and extraordinary bearing, even in the darkest time of his life, he never despaired and discouraged.

The man smiled in front of him, and the scene around him changed repeatedly.

When he was a child, he came to the gate of Castile for the first time for a trial, but as a goalkeeper, he was almost tricked by a child with dark blonde hair and a better look than a little girl, he got up from the ground again and again, stubbornly looked up at the person in front of him, and the laughter around him gradually subsided, and finally fell silent.

Even when he was exhausted at the end, he couldn't save a ball, but when he fell to the ground, the child came up to him and held out his hand to him.

"Juan Díaz."

-- It was their first meeting.

“Gooooal！！ Portillo!! In the front, there was a big celebration, and in the back, the dark blonde man suddenly rushed to his side and hugged him, with a rare bright smile on his face: "We won!" ”

Only the two of them hugged each other in the entire backcourt and didn't let go for a long time.

It was their first time playing for Real Madrid, even if it was just a Youth C match.

"Get up, Igor Casillas." The dark-blond man looked condescendingly, and there was a cold Milky Way flowing in his eyes. "You're frustrating too quickly, you can't go to the Bernabeu if you go on like this."

After a pause, he bent down and held out his hand to himself.

"So, stand up."

"You're the goalkeeper, you can't go down."

It was the first time they had lost a game, and Juan had to sit on the sidelines and watch the game because of an injury.

"Happy birthday, Igor." He smiled faintly, holding a small cake in front of him, which he had made with his own hands, not very delicate, but the taste was enough to make people cry.

- The cake melted in his mouth, gently caressing his taste buds, and it was the first time he was excited.

"What did you just say?" The young man looked at him with a smile that was the first time that such a fire burned in his eyes, and it was simply amazing, but everyone knew that it was his signature expression of anger and retort, especially when he was killed.

Constantly pounce on the ball and keep falling down for training, it is like returning to the day when I first came to Castile for a trial, and the child with a calm face at that time is now stepping on the ball with a mischievous smile and looking not far away, and all the burning eyes are full of energetic laughter and anger: "You just said, who is the?" ”

- That was the first time he realized that the object of his crush was covered in spikes.

Piercing brakes, violent impacts, and unconscious people around them who began to bleed from their heads.

-- It was his first cardiac arrest.

"It's none of your business." The man on the phone said calmly, his voice almost tearing his heart apart.

-- That's the answer he received when he learned that this man had retired, and he mustered up the courage to call him.

"Merry Christmas, Igor."

The man said so softly, there was mistletoe above his head, and those eyes looked rare soft.

- That was the first time he had kissed this man.

Yes, that's right.

He looked at the person in front of him, sighed, and stepped forward to hug him.

There is no Miss Spain, no Sara Carbonero.

Only Juan Díaz.

When he woke up, there was no longer this person on the bed, but the bed was still familiar, and he held the pillow and took a deep breath and didn't want to get up until he heard the sound outside.

He rubbed his eyes and went out, just in time to see someone bending down to put all the things he had packed up at the door, and smiled at him when he woke up: "Awake?" Good morning. ”

"Morning ......" he looked up and was stunned, then walked over quickly.

The man moved a little uneasily, and then frowned: "What's the matter, I have latte art on my face?" ”

"It's not." He muttered and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, "You're standing mistletoe." ”

How stupid was he before, so he kept choosing to screw it, and how much tenderness did he miss this person?

After a shallow kiss, Juan didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all, smiled at him and rubbed his head: "I'm out." ”

As a result, Juan walked away unconscious, leaving her crouched in the doorway with a red face.

"Did you crash and knock out your emotional intelligence......"