"Zhuo Yang, uncle wants to ask you for something." Daddy Mei's voice was a little trembling, but it was very slight, and he couldn't tell it if he didn't listen carefully.

Zhuo Yang hurriedly said: "Uncle Mei, don't dare to say please, if you have something, you can tell me." ”

But Daddy Mei's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, after swallowing his saliva, he closed his eyes, he seemed to be very tired, his cheeks were tightened, tight and loose, and so on, and the Adam's apple was also squirming up and down.

"Uncle Mei, is there something difficult at home? You just say, as long as I can do it, it's your word. ”

Having said that, Zhuo Yang was full of suspicion in his heart.

May's father, Herrhu Messi, is not only very assertive, but also a very capable person, he personally represents Messi's agent affairs, and with the help of the power of the South American brokerage predator Figer, Messi's competitive and commercial interests are managed well. Messi can get an annual salary of 10.5 million after tax from Barcelona at the age of 24, and he can be in the top five in the football industry, which shows that Mei's father is shrewd and capable.

Such a masterpiece, what else can be difficult to stop him? Of course, the ruler is short and the inch is long, and Dad Mei is definitely not omnipotent, and there must be many things in this world that are beyond his ability. But the problem is, you can't solve it, how can I Zhuo Yang He De?

"Uncle Mei, just say it quickly!" Zhuo Yang's upper body leaned forward and put his hands on the edge of the coffee table.

Dad Mei opened his eyes, but his cheeks bit tighter, his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Yang, and his chest kept rising and falling.

"I ......" is still a pause.

Dad Mei picked up the glass in his hand, and when he was about to reach his mouth, he found that it was empty, he picked up the sherry with his other hand, poured wine into the glass, but forgot to uncork the bottle.

Zhuo Yang has never seen Herrhou Messi so unprepared as he is now, he has always been a calm middle-aged man.

Daddy tried to uncork the bottle with his left hand, but he still held the wine glass in his hand. When he put down the glass, the wide-mouthed goblet did not stand firmly, and after it fell, he drew a circle along the cup base and almost fell off the coffee table.

Daddy Mei leaned forward and blocked the fall of the wine glass with his chest.

After finally putting the cup back on the top of the coffee table, Daddy May uncorked the bottle and poured the yellow sherry into it softly. Zhuo Yang was worried that he poured this ray of sunshine on the outside of the cup, but fortunately it went well.

The wine in the glass was just halfway through, but Daddy Mei stopped again, and he raised his head and drank directly to the bottle. Zhuo Yang saw the esophagus on his neck swallowing rapidly, and the sound of 'coo-dong' was clearly audible.

Daddy Mei is like a shirtless Chinese man in the night market, after drinking a little sherry wine in one go, he is still empty, and even snorts the mouth of the bottle, and then puts the empty bottle back on the table, but his eyes are still staring at it.

The sunshine in Spain is gone.

"Uncle Mei......"

"Zhuo Yang, uncle begs you, begs you to leave Barcelona."

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The wind blowing from the Mediterranean Sea is no different from the winds that have blown for countless days that have passed, and when you smell it carefully, there is still a trace of very light saltiness, which is very familiar, just like the stars and moonsets every day, always there.

The sea breeze blows in from Lighthouse Beach, through Calend-Sant Avenue and the neatly old buildings, and after gently blowing the bells of Santa Ana Church, it arrives at the deserted Camp Nou.

Sneaking out of the Camp Nou, it crossed the shy Bezos River, and after a few laps in the woods of the Gamble sports city, the wind tried to continue to blow westward, but after only a glimmer of the lights of the ring road, it was blocked by the Colicareserola mountain range.

The wind had no choice but to turn its head and slip in a different direction than when it had just come, it was getting weaker and weaker, but the wind knew that the Mediterranean Sea was ahead, and it wanted to return to the surface of the sea and reunite.

The wind grew weaker and weaker, so weak that she could barely pick up the hair hanging from the girl's cheeks. The sea gradually cleared and opened, and it came to the small hill of Castelldefels, where the fine sand of the beach seemed to be reachable and could be touched, but the wind could no longer take a step forward, and it stopped on the football field in the courtyard, on the shoulder of the man sitting on the ground.

Leo Messi sat in a circle on the pitch, curled up to let the ball hide in the crook of his leg, his arms on his knees, his head buried in his arms.

Messi has been sitting here for a long time, and he has been sitting on the floor since his father left the house. Antonella came and called several times, but he didn't move.

When the wind blew, Messi didn't move, and when the wind stopped, he still didn't move. Antonella walked up to her side lightly for the third time, "Leo, will you come into the house?" ”

"Leo, what's wrong with you?"

"Leo, aren't you happy?"

Messi did not move and did not answer him.

"Leo, where is Uncle Herhuer?"

"I don't know, I don't know!" He spoke, but did not raise his head.

"Leo." Antonella carefully stroked his hair, the sweat on which it didn't seem to have dried. "What's wrong with you?"

Messi flicked her arm, and she was startled by him. "Leave me alone."

"Inside......

"I'll tell you to leave me alone——!" He roared loudly, rarely before.

Antonella pouted, and walked back into the room, as lightly as he had come.

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In an instant, Zhuo Yang understood everything.

When he understood, he understood it all.

If Messi wants to become the second Maradona, or let the old horse become Messi II, the biggest obstacle is not his football, but Zhuo Yang. As long as Zhuo Yang is in Barcelona, Messi has no possibility of becoming the king of the ball.

Ronaldinho is followed by Messi, this is the consensus of all Barcelona, and even before Ronaldo left here, Messi has become a star. However, things changed from the summer of '09, when Zhuo Yang came here to shine with Messi, and two bright moons appeared over Catalonia at the same time.

Spain has bright sunshine, and there will only be one sun. After the World Cup, Zhuo Yang became the Sun.

In the light of the sun, the light of the moon and stars is negligible, and this is only the second season after Zhuo Yang's arrival.

Xiaobai, Xiaobu, Xiaojie, as well as Xavi and Villa, can accept becoming stars, and Messi is also willing to become the moon, but Mei's father Herhao can't bear it, because it is his son, he knows how much Messi has suffered because of football, and he knows how hard he works and is obsessed.

Herhau longs for his son's ceiling to be more than just the moon, he wants him to be a radiant sun too, and he, like every father, wants his son to become a dragon.

At this time, Dad Mei didn't dare to look at Zhuo Yang's eyes at all, he lowered his head and chattered.

"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I'm a selfish idiot, please scold me, I'm a dirty villain. You care so much about Leo, I ......" he raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Zhuo Yang, uncle will not morally kidnap you, you can refuse after scolding me, you should not carry other people's dreams. Uncle just hopes that you will blame me for the past feelings, and it is all my fault. Leo doesn't know about today's events, don't hold grudges against him, you will still be good friends in the future......"

"Uncle Mei, I promise you."