"Where to go? Is it to Tongs Bar where you don't need to go back and pack up? ”

In the car, Ruben looked at the right side and asked out loud. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Since getting into the car, Fan Bizhuang has returned to his previous state of silence, but this time, he has not been looking out of the window all the time, just keeping his head down, no one knows what he is thinking.

"Go to the cemetery, Mr. Reuben."

Fan Bizhuang raised his head, replied like this, and lowered his head again.

"Okay."

Reuben turned on the car's navigation, turned the steering wheel, and drove in the direction of the suburbs.

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Saint-Louis cemetery.

Fan Bizhuang stood in front of a tombstone and was silent.

On the tombstone, there is a picture of a kind old lady, the years have left mottled marks on her face, what has not changed is her golden hair, and a gentle smile hooked at the corners of her mouth.

"Aunt Azusena, I've come to see you, and I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Fan Bizhuang squatted down, pulled out the weeds that spread around the tombstone, carefully swept away the dust, and placed the lilies he had brought with him.

This is one of my aunt's favorite flowers, and like my aunt's name, Azusena means lily in Spanish, symbolizing innocence and purity.

In Fan Bizhuang's memory, Aunt Azusena was like a lily, so warm and pure, she taught him a lot, gave him a lot, and gave him the courage to face the indifferent world.

"Auntie, you like football very much, so I went to La Masia."

"I promised you to be a professional footballer, to cheer for me, to be proud of me, and even though you are no longer there, I will not forget my promise to you."

"I'm going to Villarreal, aunt, they were willing to give me a chance, I signed a contract to become a professional player. You're going to be happy for me, aren't you? ”

"I'm sorry, aunt, maybe I won't have many opportunities to come to see you in the future, I will carry your photo with me, I know that no matter where I am, you will always pay attention to me and encourage me."

"When I come back here again, Aunt Azusena, I'll come with the champion. This is my gift to you...... Hehe, although that day may still be far away, at least there must be a firm belief, this is what you taught me, people, there must be a goal to move forward......"

Fan Bizhuang squatted in front of the tombstone and kept talking softly.

Reuben stood not far away, quietly waiting.

When the sky gradually became dim, Reuben looked at his watch and was about to step forward, but Fan Bizhuang stood up.

"Goodbye, Aunt Azusena, I'll be back to see you again."

Fan Bizhuang gently stroked the photo on the tombstone, glanced at it affectionately again, and turned around.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reuben, for keeping you waiting, let's go."

Ruben did not nod immediately, after these few days of getting along, including the previous scene at the gate of La Masia's training camp, Ruben's impression of Fan Bizhuang was cold and withdrawn.

But at this moment, he saw another side of Fan Bizhuang, and at any time, people would not have a bad impression of people with filial piety and gratitude.

"Your aunt will see what you do, and you will be her pride, and I believe that, Fan."

Reuben touched Fan Bizhuang's head and whispered with relief.

Maybe Ruben was just relieved and encouraged out of emotion, but what he didn't know was that one day in the future, Fan Bizhuang really did this, not only becoming the pride of Azusena, but also becoming him and the pride of all Villarreal.

"Thank you, you are a good man, Mr. Reuben."

Fan Bizhuang nodded slightly.

Reuben, who was issued a "good guy card", smiled and touched his nose.

"Let's go."

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As night falls, the whole city flashes beautiful neon lights, and the nocturnal people are in a hurry, while the nightlife lovers are laughing.

In the Tongs bar, which has already begun to open, the lobby is full of familiar drinkers, the bald Nado and his men talk about his majestic past while drinking, and the other drinkers are either laughing and listening to his boasting, or holding wine glasses, chatting about some hearsay gossip.

Fidel sat at the bar, still holding a newspaper, looking intently. Tongs doesn't need to worry about the business situation, he doesn't have to worry about anything, he only needs to look at the shop when Fan Bizhuang is not there.

But today he is obviously a little absent-minded, in the eyes of others he is still the same as usual, focusing on reading the newspaper, only he knows that he is just holding the newspaper to make a appearance, but in fact he is in a daze.

In fact, he was a little confused for a while, although Fan Bizhuang didn't tell him what he had been busy with recently, but he saw the fact that Fan Bizhuang would leave for a short time every few days, and he began to realize that Fan Bizhuang might be leaving Tongs.

Fidel was a very intelligent man, and he knew his personality very well, and since becoming the bartender at this bar, Fan Bizhuang has rarely been late, let alone skipped work from time to time like he does now. But everything started to change after Van Bizhuang played in Barcelona's reserves.

He wasn't blind, and there were a lot of unfamiliar faces in Tongs's pub lately, who didn't drink and came here just to wait for Fan Bizhuang.

He knocked on the side and learned the identities of these people, who were basically scouts from various clubs.

This shocked Fidel and made him inexplicably happy for Fan Bizhuang.

He knew Azusena and what Fan Bizhuang had been staying in La Masia for, and now that his dream seemed to be coming true, how could he not be happy for Fan Bizhuang?

It's just that as Fan Bizhuang left the bar more and more often, Fidel's heart gradually had a sense of loss.

The big boy who is always cold, the big boy who has a withdrawn personality but has his own persistence, the big boy who he watched grow up, is finally going to leave here and meet his own life?

Fidel was reluctant to give up, hoping that the other party would stay, and that Fan Bizhuang could go to the outside world to break out of his own sky.

"Ugh."

Fidel sighed softly in a complicated mood, put down the newspaper, lowered his head and whispered to the Spring Festival lying on the ground, "Spring Festival, I really want Fan to stay, what do you think?" Am I being a little selfish to think so? ”

Spring Festival ignored him and continued to nap with his eyes closed.

And in the next moment, the big eyes of the Spring Festival suddenly opened, stood upright, and jumped in the direction of the wooden door of the bar.

"Crunch~", the wooden door was pushed open, and Fan Bizhuang's figure appeared at the door.

"Ha, Spring Festival!"

A black shadow jumped into Fan Bizhuang's arms, and the Spring Festival was like a child's coquettish tail, Fan Bizhuang hugged it, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ha, Fan, you're back?"

"I said Fan, I've been to Tongs a few times recently, but I haven't been able to see you, which is really unaccustomed!"

"We thought you were devastated because of the blow of falling out of love, haha!"

"Fan, I'm so happy to see you. Fidel's dead fat man is so ugly, we are about to vomit when we see it, or hello, you are good-looking, and it is comfortable to watch, you can drink several more glasses of this wine, ha! ”

Some familiar drinkers saw Fan Bizhuang, and they all greeted him with a smile, and some people held wine glasses and waved to him.

Fan Bizhuang's coldness, everyone here knows it, but they don't care, everyone has been old friends here for many years, and it is normal to ridicule each other.

But what shocked them was that Fan Bizhuang, who had only responded coldly to their teasing and teasing in the past, stopped this time, although his expression was still the same dead face, but everyone felt a little different.

"Thank you all for taking care of me all the time."

Fan Bizhuang opened his mouth, he looked around the entire bar lobby, as if he didn't see the stunned and surprised in the eyes of these people, and continued, "I know that some of you have become frequent customers here because of Mr. Plata, and some of you are willing to stay here because of what happened to me in the past. ”

"I've been here for a lot of years, sorry, I can't remember exactly how long it was, but it's not a short time anyway. Being able to endure the strange rules here for so long, tolerate my perverse temper, and be 'threatened and blackmailed' by me from time to time, I know what the reason is, so I ......"

Fan Bizhuang stood in the middle of the lobby and bowed slightly: "Thank you." ”

Tongs Bar is indeed a very complicated place, but it is also a very simple and pure place, where people come just to drink, to chat, to relieve the fatigue of the day.

But there are countless similar bars in the city, and even in this neighborhood, why is Tongs Bar always doing good business?

To say that the drinks here are better and the service here is more memorable is pure nonsense.

Is the drink good? All bar drinks are the same, no difference.

Is the service attitude good? Look at the bar code posted on the wall, and it's easy to see at a glance.

Fan Bizhuang knows very well that the drinkers are basically residents of this neighborhood and are willing to come here, on the one hand, because Mr. Plata has great prestige here, and on the other hand, he may not have the meaning of "looking the other way" to Fan Bizhuang.

Fan Bizhuang is very indifferent and violent, but he can't deter everyone with his fists alone, and there are too many reasons why everyone is willing to follow the rules he set.

After Fan Bizhuang's words fell, the whole bar suddenly became extremely silent, and the pins could be heard.

Then the drinkers were in a commotion.

"Fan, what are you talking about?"

"I can't believe that the vicious villain Fan would say something like thank you to us?"

"How do I have a bad premonition? It's like ...... Fan is explaining what happened? ”

"Phew, what are you talking about, bastard? Do you believe it or not, I just let you lie down and go out? ”

"Fan, don't scare us, what the hell is going on? Damn, I'm dying! ”

The bar became noisy and noisy, and there were some old customers who watched Fan Bizhuang gradually grow from a small child to a tall young man now, and their faces were even more gloomy and shouting.

"Fan, is anyone looking for trouble with you? Don't worry, we'll let them know that we Tongs people aren't easy to bully! ”

"Yes, that's right, see if we don't beat them to death!"

"It's like, we can't do it, don't we have Mr. Plata? Fan, you're so abnormal today, don't scare us! ”

Fan Bizhuang didn't explain anything, just bent down and bowed again.

"Thank you."

After saying this, Fan Bizhuang no longer paid attention to the shouts of the drinkers and walked to the bar.

Fidel had already stood up, he looked at Fan Bizhuang, his voice trembled a little: "Fan, you...... Are you going to ...... Going? ”

"Well, go to Villarreal, the contract has been signed." Fan Bizhuang nodded.

"That'...... Congratulations, Fan, your dream has finally come true. Although he had expected it, Fidel's face still showed obvious loss, and he reluctantly smiled, "I knew that you are not an ordinary person, you will always succeed, Fan, you are a different person!" ”

"Lying is not a good habit, Fidel."

Fan Bizhuang smiled, Fidel didn't say that before, at that time, Fidel also persuaded himself not to go to La Masia, thinking that he was not talented in football. But now, this guy has also learned to "pat on the back".

"Am I not happy for you? I ......"

Fidel wanted to say something, but Fan Bizhuang reached out and hugged him.

"Thank you, Fidel, and I'll leave it to you at Tongs Bar in the future."

"Fan, I'm ......" Fidel's mouth squirmed twice, and the words that he wanted to refuse turned into a blessing on his lips, "Good luck, Fan." ”

Patting Fidel on the back, Fan Bizhuang let go of his hand and turned to climb towards the second-story attic.

After a while, Fan Bizhuang came down again, but with an extra suitcase in his hand.

At this moment, everyone knew that Fan Bizhuang was leaving.

Once again, the drinkers were noisy.

"Fan, where are you going?"

"Damn it, Fan, what are you going to do? Let go of the suitcase, don't go! ”

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? I'm about to jump to my feet and scold my mother! ”

Under the gaze of a crowd of eyes, amid a variety of voices, Fan Bizhuang dragged his luggage to the door.

He turned and looked at the room full of drinkers.

"Fidel, Tongs will take care of you."

"Nado, after I'm gone, you have to watch a little, someone is bullying Tongs, you're welcome, throw him out."

"Uncle Nelson, you have a bad heart, drink less...... Eldy, don't let anyone make trouble here...... Candos ...... And everyone, I hope you stay here, and when I come back, I want to see each and every one of you. ”

With Fan Bizhuang's voice, the noisy noise gradually calmed down, and everyone looked at Fan Bizhuang with different expressions. And the people whose names they called kept nodding their heads, and the bald Nado was about to cry.

"Boss Fan, why are you leaving? Don't go, stay, I promise never to brag here again! Don't go, can't you? ”

His voice also represented the voices of the other drinkers, and everyone looked at him with burning eyes, with puzzlement and begging in their eyes.

Fan Bizhuang shook his head, a smile on his face.

"I'm going my way, goodbye, friends."

"Goodbye, Tongs!"

Fan Bizhuang pushed open the wooden door and left without looking back.

It's just that the moment he turned around, the tears suddenly rolled down.

Some drinkers chased out of the bar, but saw that the car carrying Fan Bizhuang and the Spring Festival had gradually driven away, slowly blending into the dark night.

The night is still like ink, the Catalan night is as quiet and deep as ever, only at this moment, dozens of figures are at the hands of the night breeze on their cheeks, everything is no different, only the word "Tongs" flashes with lights, in the night, flashing, flashing......