A day later, Molina waited outside the police station for Fanbizhuang, which had been closed for one night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

The Spring Festival came out from the side and threw itself into Fan Bizhuang's arms, it seemed to know that its "messing" this time had caused great trouble to the owner, and kept stretching out its big tongue to lick Fan Bizhuang's cheeks, and from time to time made a grievanceed "woo" sound.

"It's okay, Spring Festival, you're doing well."

Fan Bizhuang gently touched the head of the Spring Festival, extremely spoiled.

As soon as Fan Bizhuang said this, the embarrassing atmosphere eased a little, and with a "poof~", Molina even burst out laughing.

"Laughing at what?" Fan Bizhuang was puzzled.

"Listening to your words praising the Spring Festival, somehow, I remembered yesterday, the scene of the Spring Festival raising his foot to pee on that bastard's face, ha, isn't this funny, unrelieved?"

Speaking of this, Molina couldn't help but laugh again. Yesterday, the outrageous Rusto was badly repaired, not only was his face beaten like a pig's head, but the Spring Festival also gave him even more humiliation - lifting his foot left a little mark on the bastard's face.

Fan Bizhuang also smiled when he heard this: "It's really relieving." ”

"Woo~Woo~"

The Spring Festival screamed at the right time, with a face that was all my credit, and praised my expression.

This made both Van Bizhuang and Molina happy, because the haze brought by this incident seems to have been blown away a lot.

"I'm sorry, Van but I didn't expect the club to let Rustor come and greet you, nor did I expect him to be rude."

Molina suddenly paused and stood on the side of the road, looking at the man and the dog in front of him.

"Don't take it personally, Mr. Molina, no one could have expected such a thing."

Fan Bizhuang squatted down, put down the Spring Festival, and didn't get up again, just sat on the flower bed on the side of the road.

"You're getting a little impulsive, though, Fan. You shouldn't joke with your own football fate. ”

Molina also sat down, right beside him, with a deep exhaustion on her face.

Fan Bizhuang didn't answer his question, suddenly smiled and asked, "Is the matter dealt with?" What do they say? ”

"I contacted Mr. Esnar and he helped get the club to put pressure on Rusto, who withdrew the complaint. Molina shook her head, hesitated, and said in a low voice, "But...... It's too bad this time, Fan, I'm afraid you can't stay here. Sorry, Fan, I ......"

Molina couldn't go on, he tried his best to recommend Fan Bizhuang to the club, and it took a lot of effort to say that the other party would follow him to the Basque, but he didn't expect that suddenly such a thing happened, and all efforts came to naught, and the club obviously would not want such an unruly player. Maybe in their opinion, if he hasn't become an official professional player like this, he really brought him to the team, and not become a time bomb in the dressing room?

"Yes."

Fan Bizhuang made a syllable from his nose, and there were no other words, just staring blankly at the Spring Festival running around in the flower beds. This dog is still heartless, and it seems that no matter how much trouble it gets, as long as it passes, it will still be alive and kicking.

"Actually, from the time I started, I guessed that this would be the result, and I was not surprised at all. If I were the owner or manager of the club, I wouldn't want to be a violent player like that. ”

Molina raised her head and was slightly surprised: "Then you are still ......"

"I don't regret it, Mr. Molina, everyone has what they value most in their hearts, maybe this interview is rare, but the Spring Festival is more important to me. If I had to do it again, I'm sure I'd still use my fists to shut up that bastard. ”

"You know, I'm an orphan, since Aunt Azusena left, I've lived alone, and the only thing that can accompany me is the Spring Festival, it's not just my pet, it's my relative." Fan Bizhuang beckoned, and the Spring Festival obediently crawled in front of him, Fan Bizhuang gently combed its hair with his hand, "I was born in winter, Aunt Azusena told me that my birthday happened to be the day of the Spring Festival in my motherland, and then I picked up the Spring Festival in winter, which became its name, and the two of us depended on each other......"

Molina sat quietly, quietly looking at the young man in front of him, watching his eyes reveal memories of the past, listening to him calmly tell his story, and watching him immerse himself in his own world.

"I can't tolerate someone hurting my loved ones, Mr. Molina, what would you do if your daughter was humiliated or hurt?"

As if pulling out of his world, Fan Bizhuang suddenly asked Molina a question.

"I think I'll fight with each other." Molina replied firmly.

Fan Bizhuang nodded and smiled: "So, we all have people and things that we want to protect." I know my personality and temper are not good, but I haven't thought about changing, I live for myself, I don't care what other people think, as long as I am happy, what do others think? Mr. Molina, I hope that ten, twenty, and even old years, I will still be me! ”

"I'm still ...... I? ”

There was an inexplicable brilliance in Molina's eyes, and he remembered his past, once he was also full of ambition and high spirits, but in the face of reality, he gradually smoothed out the edges and corners, and compromised with life little by little.

He is not wrong, but sometimes when he faces the mirror, he feels unfamiliar with his face.

People will grow and change, when looking back, is that you still the same person you used to be?

Molina lowered her head and pondered, and Fan Bizhuang had already stood up.

"Farewell, then, Monsieur Molina, I know where to take the car, and I will go back to Barcelona alone. It didn't work out, but thank you for your willingness to bring me here, goodbye, my friend. ”

Fan Bizhuang waved his hand, took the Spring Festival, and turned to leave.

"Wait, Fan. I'll go with you. ”

After a while, Fan Bizhuang's figure had already walked away, and Molina reacted, and quickly trotted after him, looking at Fan Bizhuang's puzzled eyes, he smiled awkwardly, "In fact, I was also fired from the club." ”

After staring deeply at the other party, Fan Bizhuang nodded: "I'm sorry, Mr. Molina, because I caused you to lose your job." ”

"I didn't want to do such a breath-holding job for a long time. I have hands and feet, and I don't want to starve to death if I lose my job. Molina patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder, "I'll go back with you." ”

"Your home is here......"

"I know, but I'm not done yet." Molina vowed that "I love football and have never given up, even if I am fired from the club now, I will not give up. So ......"

He spread his hands and said firmly: "Since I said that I would take you into the professional league, then I will definitely do it, I have a lot of friends, and I can help you find other teams." Rest assured, this time it's free work, don't take revenge. ”

Fan Bizhuang smiled: "Thank you." ”

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"Hey, Khosla, I would like to recommend you a player, great player, he is a genius with extraordinary talent and potential, believe me, I'm not bragging...... Well, then goodbye. ”

"Gulson, my fellow, I want to ...... you What the? If it's the guy who started to hit people, don't you? Damn, that incident wasn't entirely Fan's fault, in fact, Fan is a player with a gentle personality......"

"Jolsson, how about I bring a good player to you tomorrow? …… What, your club doesn't need to recruit new people for the time being...... You listen to me, hey...... Damn bastards! ”

It's been two days since he returned to Barcelona, and Molina has used his connections to find a number of friends, but to little avail. The so-called good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, Fan Bizhuang beat Rustor at the Bilbao Athletic Training Ground has been spread in a certain circle, for such a "villain" who dares to beat the staff in public, just from the character, has been blacklisted by many clubs.

Therefore, Molina did contact a lot of people, but as soon as they heard the names of the recommended young players, these people hurriedly hung up the phone - just kidding, who dares to ask for such a prick, one is not good, the team is light to beat teammates, maybe even the coach will be beaten together?

"Well, Fan, you're already famous, famous! From this point of view, you are extremely successful, and you have a name for yourself before you have officially stepped into the world of professional football. ”

Molina put down the phone and said helplessly: "It's just that such a reputation is notoriety." ”

Fan Bizhuang sat behind the bar, spread his hands, and replied, "If it really doesn't work, it doesn't matter, I can go back to La Masia." ”

"What are you going to do? Is it to have your teammates point at you in the face for a joke? Or continue the endless wait? Molina declined the offer, "Give me two more days, and if that doesn't work, we'll go to England, to Germany, to the rest of Europe!" I don't believe it, I haven't found a professional football team to accept you......"

Fan Bizhuang made a gesture of "if you are happy", he opened the drawer to find something, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white card, and his heart moved, and he took the card in his hand.

This is what Mr. Ruben from Villarreal left behind when he left. He told himself that if he changed his mind, he could call the number above.

Now that I am myself, I can be regarded as a change of heart, right? Well, a forced change of heart.

Although I don't know if the other party has heard rumors about me from the outside world, and I don't know if the other party is still interested in me, but ...... It's also an opportunity.

Fan Bizhuang decided to give it a try.

"Molina, here's a business card, call the phone number up there."