After Xia Lan finished editing the message, she directly handed it to Lian Yin, "Lian Yin, look at it, is it okay for me to say this?" ”

Lian Yin glanced at her, and was very useful for her trust in her behavior of letting herself pass her eyes first, so she took her mobile phone over to the occasion. The pen %fun %Pavilion wrote a lot of words www.biquge.info the message written by Xia Lan, almost explaining the whole thing of asking Farrell for a group photo, Lian Yin looked at it and shook his head, "It's too long." ”

"Huh? Long? Xia Lan leaned over and looked at the message, looking at the message with a total of five lines, and didn't feel that there was any length written, "I also controlled the number of words, and I didn't write a lot of words." ”

Lian Yin silently read Xia Lan's message again, and then began to clear all the content she wrote, and simply typed a sentence: Farrell said that Huaxia is a very beautiful country.

After the knocking, Lian Yin paused, pondered for a while, and added: I said yes, there are still many fans and friends in Huaxia who like him.

"Alright." After typing the text, Lian Yin handed the phone back to Xia Lan.

Xia Lan looked at these two lines of words and looked at Lianyin uncertainly, "That's it?" Don't say anything else? ”

Lian Yin turned his head to look at the street scene next to him, and said lightly, "It's enough to please the fans." ”

Xia Lan still wanted to write more, it was rare to meet a superstar like Farrell, and she always felt sorry to write less to express her excitement, but she looked at the side of Ligain, and finally followed Lienyin's suggestion, and sent these two sentences with a photo of her and Farel.

***

Surrounded by reporters from all walks of life in the venue, Luciano perfunctorily looked for legato among the reporters with a sense of anticipation, but the final result disappointed him, he identified almost every reporter, but there was no one he had seen outside.

After nearly an hour of group visits, Luciano had to leave the awards ceremony because he had to catch a flight back to Madrid.

On the way to the airport, Luciano had a broken face, and even the Golden Globe was abandoned by him, and he felt disgusted even if he looked at it more.

Mendes looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask him out loud, "Luciano, what's wrong with you?" Something was wrong from the moment I walked the red carpet. ”

Luciano looked at Mendez without feeling up, looked at him for a while, and then asked him, "When you walked the red carpet just now, did you see a female reporter with long black hair and a beige coat?" ”

Mendes subconsciously shook his head, "I didn't pay attention." What happened to that journalist? ”

Luciano glanced at him, his brain spun around, and decided that it would be better not to tell himself about the woman he always dreamed about, lest Mendez laugh at him for thinking about women, and only said, "No, I seem to know her." But I forgot her name again. ”

Although Luciano admitted that his answer was already very flat, Mendes still heard something different, "Can't remember the other person's name?" And do you want the other person's name? Luciano, are you Sichun? ”

Luciano immediately raised his eyes and glared at him.

Undeterred by his gaze, Mendes laughed, "Oh my God, Luciano. Is that female journalist you know but can't remember your name your first love? ”

First love? Luciano chewed on the word, then withdrew his glare at Mendez and collapsed again. Can this be considered a first love? Maybe it can be counted, not only the first love, but also his dream lover.

Seeing this, Mendes immediately confirmed this speculation, endured it for a while, but couldn't help it, and laughed again, "My God, is it really my first love?" That's great, you've never dated any girl since I met you, and if that's your first love, I don't mind if you pursue her. You're not too young now, it's time to have a good relationship. ”

"I'm only twenty-eight years old!" It's not very old, is it? But then he thought Mendes's proposal was good, not only good, but even a little excited, but the first thing that needed to be solved was that he had to find her first. After all, he didn't know the other party's name and didn't know where she was.

After deciding what he should do first, Luciano hurriedly said to Mendes, "I want all the video footage of my red carpet walk." ”

Mendes was stunned, "What do you want that to do?" ”

"Find someone!" Luciano looked like you're so stupid.

Mendes: "......"

***

On the other side, Farrell sat in the car back to the hotel, quietly immersed in his own world.

Every time he silently recited the name of the legato in his heart, his heart would beat faster, and as the sound became more frequent, he always felt that the familiarity with her became stronger.

The feeling of emptiness that originally rose because she didn't know herself was gradually smoothed out because of this name.

He knew that Lian Yin was in the same hotel as him, and now that he had her name, he even wondered if he should go to the front desk to check her room number when he returned to the hotel later.

As soon as this thought came into his mind, his whole body was eager to try, and he even hated how the speed of the car was so slow, and he couldn't wait to go back to the hotel.

The personal manager sitting opposite Farrell frowned for a while, breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and was silent for half a sentence, and couldn't help but suspect that he was emotionally lost because he didn't get the Golden Ball, and couldn't help but comfort him, "In this year's European Cup, as long as you can win the championship, this year's Golden Ball Award will definitely be yours." Luciano is known to be Brazilian, and the Brazilian national team he represents has not performed very well in the Copa America in recent years. Farrell's Spanish national team is a recognized champion.

So if nothing else, this year's European Championship must belong to Spain.

As long as Farrell wins this year's European Championship, even if the Champions League and La Liga are slightly inferior to Luciano, he will still win this year's Ballon d'Or.

Farrell heard the words of the personal manager, but he was still thinking about the legato and did not answer.

The personal manager mistakenly thought that he was still in the midst of loss, and pondered the words of comfort before he spoke up again, "Farrell, don't be disappointed." You know, you're two years younger than Luciano, and you're on par with him. But when he's over thirty and his form is declining, you're still young. You will surely surpass him by much. "Two years old is a very crucial age for the football career of youth.

Fortunately, Luciano couldn't hear what the personal manager said, otherwise, Luciano would definitely have grabbed the personal manager's neck and made him have a side talk. (To be continued.) )