Opposite the church of San Luis Gonzaga is a villa called Mazzarella. This villa is not a private residence, it has been converted into a mid-range wedding venue.

Wedding venues like this are not uncommon in Naples, where couples enter the palace of marriage every month.

However, there are many wedding venues, but the number of couples who get married every month of the year is limited.

Therefore, in order to attract business and increase income, some wedding companies will also rent out the venue at a reasonable price when there is no wedding. During the contract period, it doesn't matter if you do something illegal. The premise is not to damage the facilities of the venue and not to be caught by the police.

Generally speaking, this type of wedding venue is often used for family gatherings, school ceremonies, and children's summer festivals when not holding weddings. But today, the private lawn of Villa Mazarella is crowded with a group of greasy and rough men.

Most of these people are in their thirties, and beige waistcoats have become almost standard. A gust of wind blew, and quite a few people even covered their wigs.

Although these people are fat and thin, without exception, they all have a camera hanging from their chest.

From the occasional greeting, it can be known that these people are basically acquaintances. Even if you don't know someone, your friends may know them.

Leotta, as the only woman in the group, stood out from the crowd.

Villa Mazarella is located just opposite the Posisli Pavilion apartment, and every Wednesday Occhulian goes downstairs at a fixed time and crosses the path next to Villa Mazarella to visit a dessert shop called Swan Cake Shop.

In fact, Ou Chuliang also stumbled upon the delicious ice cream here, sitting by the window with a cup of ice cream, watching the Mediterranean Sea not far away gradually darken, which is a unique taste.

After coming to Napoli, because he rarely played, Ou Chuliang was very good at finding such a little warmth in life.

After rejecting another accosting from a colleague, Leotta went to the lawn directly across from the villa.

There are still traces of the wedding the day before, such as the broken balloons on the lawn, or some streamers that have not been cleaned up.

In the corner of the lawn, there is also an arch made of bamboo strips. Above are the names of two people made up of roses: Malfoy and Hermione.

The two newlyweds passed through this arch yesterday and swore their eternal loyalty to each other in the presence of the Divine Stick. Leotta looked through the arch and seemed to be able to see the sweetness of the heroine.

"If one day I walk through that door wearing a white veil, will it be a Chinese who will accompany me?"

As an unmarried woman, it's hard not to have associations related to it every time you see these props on such an occasion.

But this time, when Leotta noticed that a clear oriental face suddenly appeared on the face of the other half of the fantasy, he quickly shook his head and freed himself from this unrealistic fantasy.

"How is that possible!" Leotta stomped his foot in hatred, a hint of anger on his face.

But if she takes out the mirror to touch up her makeup at this time, she will definitely see a familiar red face in the mirror.

"Damn it, bastard, I can't get around you!" Thinking back to Ou Chuliang's decisive refusal yesterday, Leotta hated it to the root of his teeth.

thought that he could get an exclusive interview through his "close" relationship with Ou Chuliang, but Ou Chuliang said "NO" to Leotta as if he was rejecting other strange reporters, and turned around and left, without even giving the other party a chance to be cute.

So much so that Leotta had to get up early in the morning and come to this wedding villa, which was temporarily rented by a number of newspapers, with a group of paparazzi, to secretly photograph Ou Chuliang's day.

Having just returned from Milan the day before, the players did not have any intense training plans for the next day.

After Ou Chuliang got up early in the morning to train, he stayed in the dormitory since noon.

And the paparazzi also took this opportunity to buy a few slices of bread or biscuits to satisfy their hunger, and stayed here every step of the way.

At several specific locations on the lawn, there were at least five "long-pole cannons" facing the balcony of Occhulian's dormitory at different angles. As long as Ou Chuliang shows his face, the cameraman next to him will turn on. No matter what Ou Chuliang does, it will be recorded, and then returned to the station to edit and broadcast.

The moment he drew with Inter, Acchulian became a Napoli celebrity.

Away at Meazza, Occhulian made 21 saves, at least seven or eight of which were world-class. And six of those 21 saves came from Ronaldo.

In this game alone, a goalkeeper save can be made, and Pagliuca is not brought with him.

Fans who have watched this game know very well that Napoli can get a point away from home because of this goalkeeper from the East.

After the game, Ou Chuliang only showed his face in an official interview, and his speech was not nutritious: "... I knew before the game that it was going to be a very tough game and all I had to do was try to be the best I could and then perform better in the game..."

That's what almost any goalkeeper would say before a game, but not every goalkeeper can do it during a game.

And these words came out of Ou Chuliang's mouth after the game, but they had a different taste.

"That's Chinese modesty, there's an amazing goalkeeper from Naples!" - Rome's Le La Repubblica reported.

"I don't see any youthful pride in him, I don't know if that's good or bad for a young man. But as a goalkeeper, this kind of questioning mentality is too important. It's no exaggeration to say that I think he's better than Pagliuca on the other side! At least at Pagliuca's age, he doesn't have the calmness and goalkeeping skills of Ou. Maradona said in an interview after the game.

For his part, Maradona, of course, would not have cared about Pagliuca's thoughts. When the king of the ball was galloping at the World Cup, Pagliuca was still on the bench in Bologna.

Some people may scoff at the evaluation of the football king, but Napoli fans are different. They saw Maradona as God, and his words were seen as gospel.

Napoli has been dormant for years, and in the post-Maradona era, the stars here have had to form their own small groups and use Napoli as a springboard to a better stage.

There has never been a man who has brought the club such honour as Maradona. Even today, I can't even give a touch.

When the team lost almost all the games in the first half of the league, and when the fans began to comfort the rematch in Serie B next year, Ou Chuliang stepped up.

For the first time in his career, he shined a light on the city of Napoli, and in just a split second, he shone on the city's fans.

Although Inter Milan has bid farewell to the era of the big international for a long time, Moratti has bought the world's best striker Ronaldo. These four words alone are enough to take an ordinary small team to the next level, not to mention the foil of other stars such as Djokaeff, Ivan, Paulo Sousa, etc.

Against such a strong Inter Milan, Napoli can still get a point away from home. Such emotion and joy are far from what a small team like Vicenza can bring at home.

At the moment of the draw whistle, the whole of Napoli was in jubilation.

It's not a simple draw, it's an expectation, a hope.

It is said that the Neapolitan mafia also shot several shuttle bullets into the sky with a few small shots that night, and it even rained bullets in the area.

A 0-0 draw brought happiness to this long-dormant southern city that had not been experienced for a long time.

The next day, the headlines of the major newspapers were filled with Ou Chuliang's photo and name, and overnight, the Oriental man became an idol in the city.

During training this morning, more than 300 fans lay on the fence outside the training ground, watching the interaction between Occhulian and Moreira in front of the goal.

They shouted and sang. Ou Chuliang's full name can't be said, so he shouts "OU, OU, OU" vigorously.

They love this title to death, and as long as they open their mouths, it is the name of their idol.

After seeing the enthusiasm of the fans, Ou Chuliang decided not to go to the gym in the afternoon, but returned home to hide.

So although the reporters were still waiting in the private villa opposite Ou Chuliang's house, they were not sure if Ou Chuliang would come out on time for dessert at night.

As the sun went down, Leotta spent the afternoon in his chair.

Growing up, Leotta was sought after by the male classmates around him because of his face. As an adult, the body also becomes convex and backward.

With such an advantage, Leotta is like a fish in water in the workplace, and many players that reporters can't handle, he can get from the opponent's mouth to the next day's headlines.

But today, the devil's figure and the angel's face are exchanged for a bench. She lay on this bench, with her stinking peers who were casually on the grass, waiting for an uncertain outcome.

The news that Ou Chuliang would go to ice cream on Wednesday night was taken out of the mouth of Moreira by a paparazzi, who used his keen sense of smell to sniff farther away than his peers after the match against Inter.

When everyone else was surrounding Napoli's main players and coaches, he was the only one who found Moreira with an excited face and almost hollowed out all the information about Ouchulian in his head.

And this news is also time-sensitive, when Ou Chuliang noticed that there were paparazzi to interfere with eating desserts, he might immediately quit this newly formed habit.

Today is the best opportunity, even if you take an unconventional photo, these paparazzi will not work in vain.

Because this is Ou Chuliang's personal time after all, the paparazzi also tacitly decided not to show up for an interview, but just follow Ou Chuliang and take photos legally.

At half past four in the afternoon, a young man wearing sunglasses appeared at the door of the Posily Pavilion apartment. He looked left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he hurried to the corner of the street.

But the face of the Oriental is so iconic in Naples that the paparazzi casually look at it and know that the target has just appeared.

With a "hula", the paparazzi, who had just been lying on the lawn and napping, stood up at once, and secretly came to the side door of Villa Mazarella with their guys in their arms. If nothing else, Ou Chuliang will pass by here later.

"Shhhh Here it comes! ”

After a tall paparazzi made a gesture of silence, everyone's hearts jumped "thump".

Leotta stood behind the crowd, and somehow she felt her heart beat so fast that it seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.

It's been a year since he got his press card, during which time Leotta even interviewed the mayor of Naples. In the face of such a high-ranking official, Leotta has never been so excited.

But why is my heart beating so fast today?

Is it the first time to be a paparazzi?

Leotta barely swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and she could only soothe herself like this.

After a while, Ou Chuliang's figure passed by outside the wide iron gate of the fence. Even if he was as alert as Ou Chuliang, he didn't find more than a dozen paparazzi standing against the walls behind the walls on both sides of the iron gate.

"Did he pass?"

"Did he pass?"

"Did he pass?"

...

"He's gone!"

"Whew~~~"

The reporters hurriedly lined up and stood up, and got out of the small gate on the fence one by one.

"Keep up!"

"Keep up!"

"Keep up!"

...

"Kept up."

The straight-line distance from the apartment to the cake shop is only 300 meters, although it spared a few turns, but with Ou Chuliang's cadence, he soon came to the door of the cake shop.

"Jingle bell!"

As the bell rang at the door, a pair of big fluttering eyes behind the counter blinked.

"Ou! I didn't expect you to come today! ”

"Liana, you know, after I came back from Milan, I had to dress up if I wanted to go out again." Ou Chuliang shrugged.

"Hahahaha, then I can guarantee that no matter how you dress up, you will be superfluous. Look, I recognize you at a glance! Liana laughed.

The native Neapolitan peasant girl, who wore a white apron around her waist and a sky-high chef's hat on her head, worried that she would laugh off her hat every time she laughed.

"Huh? Are you sure? This time, Ou Chuliang didn't have time to pay attention to Liana's hat, he quickly turned his head and looked the way he came.

It is a coastal path and few cars and pedestrians come here.

"Uh... Liana, you're scaring me to death! Ou Chuliang patted his chest, "You don't know how annoying those reporters are!" ”

After not seeing anyone following him, Ou Chuliang walked directly into the cake shop.

"He didn't notice you, did he?"

"He didn't notice you, did he?"

"He didn't notice you, did he?"

...

"He didn't notice me."

"Whew!"

The dozen or so paparazzi behind the corner collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and even showed a hint of joy on their faces.

"Remember, Zoffie, you're the first, I'm the second, Severn, you're the third. The fourth is you, Jack, then Ace, Taylor... Oh, Miss Leotta, you are free. But I suggest you don't be too frequent, or you'll get his attention! "A chubby paparazzi is arranging the order.

After everyone else nodded, Zofie was the first to walk around the corner.

Seeing this, Leotta hurriedly followed. One hand grabbed Zofie's arm, and the other hand secretly pointed the camera at the window.

In this way, the two are like a couple shopping, quietly walking through the floor-to-ceiling window of the cake shop.

"Fake, bad luck! There are customers! ”

Through the window, Zoffie saw Ou Chuliang sitting in front of the window at the other end of the room. There were several men and women standing in line next to him, apparently asking for autographs.

I thought that I could take first-hand information of Ou Chuliang in the first place, but I didn't take into account the fact that there were fans in the cake shop. Due to the obscuration of the fans, Zoffie's camera could only capture the backs of these fans. In that case, he would have to ask the other paparazzi for film.

Leotta also spotted Ochurian behind the crowd, but she focused on Liana behind the counter.

Liana had a round face and some freckles on the bridge of her nose. She was about 1.6 meters tall, and her tall chef's hat looked longer than her arms.

"Is he just for this country girl?" Leotta muttered.

What is not better than her?

Through comparison, Leotta was somewhat unconvinced.

Or does Ou just like such a petite and cute, neighbor-style girl?

The floor-to-ceiling windows are small, and the cake shop is actually not big. Ou Chuliang's figure quickly disappeared from the camera, and the figures of the two were also blocked by the wall.

Seeing Zoffie's smooth "pass", the fat man who had just arranged the order couldn't wait to take out a cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth, holding a briefcase in one hand and a civilization stick in the other, and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window in a chic manner.

When he also saw Ou Chuliang surrounded by fans, his face, which was still calm just now, immediately drooped. With a shake of his hand, the home camera in his briefcase almost fell to the ground.

Holding his bag and hurriedly walking through the floor-to-ceiling window, the fat man and Zoffie glanced at each other, and both of them pouted, expressing helplessness.

The third, dressed himself as a vagabond, shuffled his feet, and rubbed little by little towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Leotta straightened her clothes, pretended to be a female white-collar worker who had just gotten off work, and walked towards Severn.

Passing by the window again, the fans who had just asked for autographs returned to their places. But this time, Liana was standing at Ouchulian's table.

She was holding a plate with a glass of ice cream in it, and she was talking to Ou Chuliang about something.

"What are they talking about?"

"Why is Ou laughing?"

"Fake, what's going on with that little? After serving the plate, roll it, why do you keep relying on Ou's side? ”

Even though Leotta didn't walk fast, she returned to where she started.

In this way, more than a dozen paparazzi pretended to be passers-by and lined up past the floor-to-ceiling windows to photograph Ou Chuliang's meal.

And after Ou Chuliang was disturbed by the fans and clerks at first, there was a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. His head turned to the other window, and outside the window was the Mediterranean Sea, surrounded by three continents: Europe, Asia and Africa.

"What is he looking at?"

"Just looking at the sea?"

"What was he thinking?"

"Is he homesick?"

"What does ice cream taste like?"

"Taro or cantaloupe?"

The paparazzi outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are exchanging "information" with each other, even if it is hard, but they have to prepare for tomorrow's headlines.

Ou Chuliang is so popular that many fans recognized him and asked for autographs at this moment alone.

Ou Chuliang was also very patient, holding a marker, and tirelessly writing his Chinese names one by one.

These Chinese characters of the dragon flying phoenix dance looked extremely cool to this group of foreigners, and even many people jumped happily after getting the signature.

The rest of the paparazzi lined up past the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Leotta passed by the windows almost every two rounds to watch Ou Chuliang's every move.

Nothing was recorded, but her mind was almost overloaded.

"Why does that damn clerk always come to Ou's side?"

"Isn't she going to take care of the guests?"

"What is she giving Ou?"

"Ou just didn't order food?"

"Free?"

"Little smash, there's really a set!"

Leotta finally couldn't help it when he saw Liana come to Ouchulian for the third time "for no reason", and that Ouchulian also turned his head and smiled at a child wearing a hat that she had pulled out of the back room.

"Walter?"

"Who is this kid?"

"Is it their illegitimate child?"

At this time, Leotta had completely fallen into his own fantasies, completely ignoring logic, and did not think about Ou Chulian who was only 21 this year, and had been in Naples for less than a year, where could there be such a big illegitimate child.

"Jingle bell!"

The doorbell of the cake shop rings again.

Zofie looked at Leotta who walked directly into the house, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice: "Hey! Leotta, what are you doing? ”

"Leotta! Come back quickly! "Everyone else was scared enough.

The candid shooting isn't over yet, and the big news hasn't been captured yet. Leotta entered in such a hurry, it was easy for Ou Chuliang to see through it.

"Waiter, waiter? I want to buy cake! Leotta kept banging on the counter, urging loudly.

"Oh, oh! I'm sorry. Stan, there's a new guest coming, and I have to take care of the guest. Liana wanted to return to the counter, but her hand was grabbed tightly by the little boy.

"It's okay, you go, I'll talk to Stan." Ochurian looked at Liana, who looked apologetic, leaned down and gently took Stan's hand.

Although his hand is held by Ochrian, Stan keeps his face against the wall, burying his head and refusing to speak.

Ochryo was so focused on Stan that he didn't notice that it was Leotta who had just entered.

"Sorry, guest, what do you want?" Liana trotted up to Leotta, her hands still on her head.

Leotta subconsciously straightened her chest, and after comparison, she felt that she should be bigger.

"Is there a purple sweet potato tart?"

"Sorry, the tarts are sold out."

"Really? Let's have purple potato cheese! ”

"Uh... There are also no purple potatoes. ”

"Really? Here's a mango tart. ”

"No tarts..."

"Then let's have a purple potato sandwich!"

"There are no purple potatoes."

"Why is there nothing!" Leotta pouted, "Then bring me a strawberry tart." ”

"Woo woo, no tarts." Liana was about to cry.

"Sold out again? Then get me a purple potato brownie! ”

"There is no purple sweet potato..."

"Miss, the purple potatoes and egg tarts in this store are all sold out, but all the combinations of purple potatoes and egg tarts are gone!" A customer on the side reminded.

"Uh-huh, that's it." Liana nodded.

"Uh... There's no such thing! Leotta seemed to understand, and said thoughtfully, "Then please bring me a plate of purple potatoes!" ”

"There is no purple sweet potato..."

"What about the tarts?"

"No tart o(╥_╥)o..."

Liana was literally about to cry, she felt like she had opened one of the worst cake shops in the city. The customer ordered so many things, but he didn't have anything.

Ou Chuliang on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over and said in a deep voice: "Miss, it's embarrassing for you to do this..."

"Why is it difficult?" Leotta turned around and pulled down his sunglasses that hung from the bridge of his nose. In the two sky-blue pupils, there was some mist.

Hard for your little lover?

"Uh... Leotta? Why are you here? ”

Seeing the familiar face, Ou Chuliang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

"You're stalking me?"

"I'm stalking you? What do I track you for? Big Stars! Leotta was like a little woman at this time, pushing Ou Chulian away and sitting across from his seat.

"Uh... Liana, let's have a strawberry mousse. Ou Chuliang ordered a casual meal and returned to his seat.

"Leotta, I told you, I don't want to be interviewed!"

After returning to his seat, Ou Chuliang's face instantly became serious.

"If you follow me like this and interfere with my private life, I will complain to the newspaper about you!"

"Humph! Who said I stalked you?! Leotta didn't show any weakness, "When I was shopping by myself, I suddenly wanted to eat cake, can't I come to the store to buy it?" ”

Leotta's words made Ou Chuliang stunned, and it seemed to be reasonable!

There have been too many reporters scattered in the past two days, and as soon as Ou Chuliang sees reporters now, he avoids them from afar, and even suffers from "paranoia about being interviewed".

"Uh... I'm sorry, but I misunderstood you. Ou Chuliang immediately changed his voice, "I'll invite you this time." ”

"Humph!"

Ignoring Ou Chuliang, Leotta snatched the mousse that Liana brought up, and directly put a large spoonful in his mouth.

However, he was in a hurry to eat and didn't notice that there was a piece of strawberry in the spoon, and Leotta's throat was suddenly stimulated by the strawberry and coughed.

With a shake of his hand, the cream on the spoon fell off.

"Eh, be careful!" Ou Chuliang subconsciously stood up and wiped a napkin on the table.

But I rubbed it, but I realized that something was wrong.

How do you feel a little different in the tentacles?

Leotta's cheeks were crimson, and he seemed to look down at Ou Chuliang, his heart beating fast.

But Ou Chuliang's face changed instantly, and he directly reached out and pulled out a camera from Leotta's chest, and asked sharply, "Leotta, how do you explain this?" Don't tell me you wear this thing when you go shopping! ”

"I... This, this..."

"You're still saying you're not stalking me?" Ou Chuliang asked sharply.

"It's... This—" Leotta's heart instantly turned cold, she looked out the window in hatred, and for a moment, she suddenly hated why she was a reporter.

"Oh, listen to me..."

"There's not much to say." Ou Chuliang waved his hand, "I'm here to play in Napoli, not here for an interview. I'm tired of being annoyed by advertisers and endorsers every day, and now I'm dealing with you journalists, I'm really, really..."

Ou Chuliang wanted to say something ugly, but when the words came to his lips, he still didn't say them.

"Bang dang!"

At this moment, the sound of a chair falling to the ground suddenly sounded beside Ou Chuliang.

Ou Chuliang was shocked, and hurriedly looked back. Stan falls to the ground, with a fallen chair at his feet.

"Kid, are you alright?" Leotta seemed to see a savior, and rushed over to help Stan up.

However, the little boy was afraid of life and struggled to break free from Leotta's pull.

Leotta ignored the fact and lifted his arm to pull Stan up from the ground.

Scare!

As soon as he saw Stan's face, Leotta was so frightened that he almost didn't sit on the ground.

What a face that is!

It's like coming out of hell!

Liana, who had just been wronged at the counter, rushed over with a lunge without a cowardly look on her face. She pulls Leotta away and holds Stan tightly in her arms.

"Stan, are you alright, are you alright? Didn't fall, did you? ”

"He—" Leotta was shocked, subconsciously swallowing his saliva and looking at Ou Chuliang in a panic.

Ou Chuliang's face was not very good, he ignored Leotta, squatted down and grabbed Stan's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Stan, I'm sorry for ignoring you just now, I apologize to you!" ”

The little boy subconsciously glanced at Ou Chuliang, quickly buried his face in his hood, turned his head, and didn't squeak.

"Oh, I'd better take Stan back." Liana looked at Ou Chulian's eyes full of begging.

Remembering the time he made to Stan just now, Ochulion shook his head, "No, Liana, I think this is an opportunity!" ”

As he spoke, Ou Chuliang continued to take Stan's hand and said softly, "Stan, I'm Ou, haven't you always wanted to see me?" I'm here now, why don't you talk to me? ”

Hearing Ochulian's gentle voice, Stan shuddered up and down.

Liana could clearly feel her thin body trembling in her arms, as if she wanted to break free of herself, but there was nowhere to escape.

Once, twice, three times.

Ou Chuliang's voice was still so soft, so long. He keeps trying to talk to Stan, hoping to get a response from him.

Gradually, Stan raised his head and glanced at Ochrian quietly.

The little boy's actions did not escape Ou Chuliang's eyes, and he immediately rejoiced: "Stan, I'll just say, you're a man, you're not afraid of anything anymore!" ”

"Stan, don't you want to play football? We can play tomorrow! ”

"We can also take a picture and if you want, I can bring you the number 9 shirt for Napoli to wear."

"When the time comes, I'll keep the goal, you shoot, see which of us is better!"

"What do you think?"

Under a series of promises from Ochulian, Stan finally raised his head again and whispered, "Are you sure?" ”

Stan's voice is hoarse, and his voice is like a rough piece of sandpaper.

However, this voice sounded like heaven in Ou Chuliang's ears, and Ou Chuliang immediately continued: "I'm sure, of course I'm sure!" ”

"I can take a picture now, come on!"

As he spoke, Oculyan beckoned to Leotta. The latter subconsciously took out the small camera in his arms and aimed it at Ou Chuliang.

Ochryan smiled and crouched beside Stan, almost as tall as the skinny teenager.

In the flicker of the shutter, Leotta catches the corners of Stan's mouth curling unnaturally, and she thinks he should have just wanted to smile.

"Look, Stan, we've taken a picture!" Ou Chuliang said proudly, "This aunt will develop the photo tomorrow and hang it in your room when the time comes, what do you think?" ”

"Okay." Stan shuddered his hoarse voice again, squeezing out a word.

Looking at Stan, who was holding Ou Chuliang's finger tightly, Liana was a little out of control: "Ou, thank you, thank you very much." I, I don't know how to thank you..."

"No big deal." Ou Chuliang straightened the chef's hat on Liana's head, "Life will get better day by day." Stan will definitely be a man when he grows up, and he will protect you well. ”

"Stan, don't you say?" Ou Chuliang squatted down again, took Stan's shoulder and encouraged, "Stan, you tell me that you will grow up to be a man and protect your mother!" ”

Stan looked at Ou Chuliang, then looked up at Liana with tears on her face, nodded and said, "Ou, I promise you." ”

Stan then looked at Liana and said in a dumb voice, "Mom, I'm going to be a man!" ”

A simple sentence, Stan spoke in taponta, but his voice was full of determination.

Before he could finish speaking, Liana couldn't hold back any longer, crouched down and took Stan into her arms, crying bitterly.

Stan reaches out and pats Liana on the back.

He remembered that when he cried bitterly in the hospital as a child, Liana patted herself like this.