Maybe it's really like what Ning Xin said, Qin Hao still has dreams, even if the thing called dreams has long been covered with dust, but after many years, under the encouragement of Ning Xin and Zhuo Ziyue, this talented man who has already been consumed by injuries and illnesses has finally picked up the work he used to eat again, although regaining his dream is just a tiny graduation season MV.

It's time to practice, it's not a big deal to lose, and it doesn't cost much anyway.

This is the common idea of Lin Jie and Qin Hao.

Of course, although the matter has been decided, the specific shooting time is not so fast, after all, the hero and heroine of the MV are still in the third year of high school, at this time, if you run to shoot what MV "not doing your job", not to mention whether the head teacher agrees or not, I am afraid that Lin Niantian, Zhuo Zhixing, and the two families will run over and scold Ning Xin and Qin Hao for a bloody head.

The tradition formed over the past 5,000 years cannot be completely changed in just a hundred years.

Compared with the previous graduation season, in addition to the sadness of graduation and the expectation for the future, this summer also happened a major event that shocked the Chinese sports world, or rather, shocked the whole of China.

Wang Shi, a young football player from Huaguo, came off the bench to complete the senior in ten minutes on the stage of the Champions League semifinals, helping the Rossoneri to overtake the Red Devils Manchester United, shocking the entire old Tevolard, shocking the Europa continent and China.

Suddenly, this ancient oriental country was full of jubilation.

Wang Shi, he, really did it.

Sitting in the bar, bitter alcohol mixed with piercing cheers poured down my throat.

Looking at the eye-catching headlines in the sports weekly in my hand, the green face in my memory and the figure of the newspaper pointing to the sky slowly coincided.

"Lin Jie, I'm going abroad."

"Oh, really? Why? Where to go? ”

"Italy, AC Milan." The five words that came out of his mouth surprised Lin Jie,

"I'll go! Stone! You're playing for real! Have you figured it out! ”

"I think better than anyone else." Exhaling a breath and looking at the vast starry sky, Wang Shi's eyes lit up a fire of ambition called dreams.

"I'm going to kick, I'm going to kick, I'm going to kick!!" On the football field, where there was no one except Lin Jie beside him, the roar of hope resounded with the hope of a young man.

"Well, then, I wish you success."

That year, Lin Jie was fifteen years old, and the scrappy Wang Shi was sixteen years old.

It's a pity that in the next two years, Wang Shi has always been a player on the cold bench, in the correspondence, Lin Jie has proposed more than once to let Wang Shi return to China, so it will only waste his youth in vain, but Wang Shi, again and again with the dream of this nonsense "fooled" Lin Jie, in the third year of the Rossoneri, in the case of repeated injuries to the main forces, the unwilling Wang Shi was able to soar into the sky, leading an old, weak and sick AC Milan, galloping on the green field of the Champions League, With his own strength, he brought the Rossoneri to the finals, and the name of the dragon resounded throughout the continent of Europa!

It's really useful to dream of such nonsense.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Lin Jie stood up and walked towards the door of the bar, tonight's night was as bright as ever, and the summer wind blew on Lin Jie's face, which also woke up Lin Jie's drunkenness.

How many times have you been to this bar? Lin Jie himself can't remember clearly, this bar was accidentally discovered by Lin Jie three years ago, and it should be regarded as a black bar, because the indulgent atmosphere in it made Lin Jie, who was still in a period of confusion at the time, extremely fascinated, and for this reason, it has become Lin Jie's regular entertainment program twice a month.

Cut, I finally understand why there were so many rich second generations who made so many things in the previous life, and a life without a goal is really the best reason for depravity.

Walking on the street staggeringly, the silence on the street in the early morning was terrible, but this lonely atmosphere made Lin Jie feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart,

The emptiness in his heart was filled by this cold wind, and the empty satisfaction made Lin Jie's figure seem so lonely, as he grew older, for some reason, Lin Jie felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and tonight, under the stimulation of alcohol, finally, howled out loudly.

"I'm going to die! What the hell is howling! Sleep well! The white and tender slap slapped directly on Lin Jie's cheek, and Lin Jie, who was pillowing on Zhuo Ziyue's thigh, woke up in the pain of that moment, and the dazzling sunlight made Lin Jie raise his hand to cover his eyes a little uncomfortable.

"Lin Jie, are you having a nightmare?" Closing the book in his hand, Zhuo Ziyue looked at Lin Jie who sat up and scratched his head with a smile.

"Ah, sort of," looking at the sports weekly newspaper in his hand, Lin Jie responded lightly,

"You are also a superb, you can fall asleep reading a newspaper, and you still read Wang Shi's news, you said that if you tell him, what kind of death will you have?" The slender index finger rubbed his chin, and a wicked laugh came out of his throat,

"Sleeping is not something I can control, besides, I am happy for the stone in my dream, after all, it is his dream for the Eastern Dragon to become famous in the world." picked up the sports weekly on the ground and shook it towards Zhuo Ziyue,

"Let's go, the first class in the afternoon is Lao Jiang's, and if we bask in the sun here, I'm afraid we will be invited into the office for tea by Lao Jiang again."

"Are you still afraid of this?" stood up and patted the ashes, and followed behind Lin Jie,

"Now, let me ask you, have you decided what I told you that day?"

"I said, how come you are like my mother, always trying to make me do something..............."

"Huh? What are you trying to express? Zhuo Ziyue, who was a little frightened, raised her eyebrows to hide her weakness,

"No, it's nothing, I don't care about that, I don't have anything to do anyway, it's not bad to find something to do once in a while, otherwise I'm afraid that something will go wrong with my body." Thinking of the dream he just had, the empty feeling in the dream made Lin Jie feel palpitations when he thought about it now, in order not to let himself one day become the boring appearance in the dream, Lin Jie decided to change his strategy and find something to do.

Let's just make a temporary dream.

What is the difference between a person who has no dreams and a salted fish?

yes, stone.

Raising his head, Lin Jie seemed to see the figure who was constantly chasing his dreams in Italy.

People always have to have dreams, even if this dream is only to play the role of a temporary worker.

ps: Are these two chapters a little confused today?,That's right! Because the Persian cat is writing today, it suddenly opens a brain hole again, and it temporarily changes the script again, digging a pit or something, and I love □it the most