"Pak~"

The soft turn of the lock echoed in the room, and Felisa stood up from the couch and looked in the direction of the door. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sure enough, Molina's slightly tired figure appeared in her eyes.

"Mr. Contesares, you're late again!"

Felisa quickly greeted him, took the bag in his father's hand, there was still residual warmth in the hand, Felisa didn't need to look at it to know, there was some food inside, there were a lot of leftover ingredients in the restaurant every day, and his father could bring some back every day.

Felisa's face changed, and she sighed softly in her heart, helped her father take out her slippers, then poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him.

"Dad, you don't have to bring anything back from the restaurant, it's not good for your health to eat these leftover meals all the time."

Felisa's face was distressed, and she felt sorry for this man who cared for him so much that he wanted to give him all the best things in the world. It is not easy for the father and daughter to depend on each other, in order to save money, Molina always carries any hardships by herself, leaving all the good things to her, since her father worked in the restaurant, although he always brings back some things, but these things are never allowed to eat.

"It's alright, Felisa."

Looking at his sensible daughter, a doting smile appeared on Molina's face, he stretched out his broad and powerful palm, gently touched his daughter's head, and said with a smile: "The food in the restaurant is very rich, and if you don't bring it back, it will be a waste." ”

"Then I'll eat with my dad."

Felisa's delicate and beautiful little face showed a touch of stubbornness, and she looked at her father fixedly.

"No need, Felisa." Molina shook her head slightly, her eyes fell on Felisa's neat but slightly wrinkled clothes, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'm sorry, my daughter, Dad doesn't have much ability to make your life better." You know, I don't want you to be wronged too much, so ......"

"No, I think I'm happy, I'm the happiest person in the whole world, because I have a father who loves me, Mr. Contrerares, you are the greatest father in the world, the person I respect the most!"

Felisa understands the meaning of her father's words, in fact, her father always shows guilt from time to time because he can't give himself a superior life, but in Felisa's heart, she really feels extremely happy, although she can't wear gorgeous clothes, although she doesn't have a lot of pocket money, but she is very satisfied with her current life, because the strong father's love makes her extremely full every day.

"Silly girl."

Molina smiled again, but the expression on his face twitched visibly, and although he disguised it well, the clever Felisa saw it.

"Daddy, your face ......"

Felisa covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, pointing to the red mark on the left side of her father's cheek. Although it is not obvious, it is faintly visible that it is a trace of a palm.

Molina's expression was a little unnatural, he smiled awkwardly, and casually covered up: "I accidentally hit the wall, it's okay......"

"Did you just hit the wall?"

Felisa wasn't convinced. Although she is still a minor, the children of the so-called poor families are in charge of the family early, and she also has some understanding of some things in society.

In the French restaurant where Molina works, there is a big fat man who is nasty and scathing, could it be that he hit it? Or, is it because of some difficult and difficult guests, deliberately looking for trouble with your father?

Felisa's mind kept guessing, but there were faint tears in her eyes. If it weren't for her, my father wouldn't have to work so hard, and he wouldn't have to look down at people's faces, let alone suffer such grievances!

Felisa felt that she was useless, a complete burden, of no use other than to make her father more tired and tired!

"Felisa, you're a useless girl! Useless waste! ”

She shouted in her heart, but Felisa turned her head and ran into the bathroom. She didn't dare to let her father see the tears in her eyes, because this would make her father even more uncomfortable and blame.

"I'll get you a towel."

Half an hour later, Felisa came out of the bathroom, holding a steaming towel in her hand, tears long gone.

"I'll put it on for you."

Felisa carefully placed the folded towel on her father's face, but Molina waved her hand, Felisa stopped her movements, and said, "I'll go put some water, and by the way, warm up the rice, and then you can take a hot shower first, and then you can start eating." ”

"Excuse me, Felisa. But don't wait for me to eat next time, it's too late and you'll be hungry. ”

"Yes."

Felisa smiled and nodded in agreement, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Molina smiled bitterly, he said this many times, but Felisa always agreed, but still waited until late every day to wait for him to come back and dine together.

"This Felisa ......"

Molina sighed softly, took a sip of the water glass, and then shrank back into the sofa, a thick tiredness hit, and gradually, his head leaned on the sofa, and snorted softly.

"Mr. Contrares, the hot water is ready, you can ......"

When Felisa walked back to the living room, she saw her father asleep on the sofa, looking peaceful, but also tired.

Felisa stood for a long time, then went to the bedroom and took a blanket and put it over her father.

Felisa sat down at the other end of the couch, her face ripe and stubborn in line with her age, and a white shadow jumped out of nowhere and into her arms.

"It's you, Christmas."

The white kitten meowed twice in Felisa's arms, and Felisa gently stroked its glorious fur and murmured, "Daddy is tired, Christmas, don't go towards it." ”

This white kitten, which was originally called "Meow Meow", but is now renamed "Christmas" by its owner, seems to understand the owner's words, no longer murmurs, and quiets down.

"Christmas, you say Dad, is it really happy?"

As if asking for Christmas, and as if talking to herself, Felisa's delicate and immature face was full of helplessness and distress, "Dad's favorite thing is football, and he has also been a scout for 20 years, but now he ......"

Her eyes inadvertently fell on a few newspapers on the coffee table, and Felisa's eyes couldn't help but light up suddenly. Although the owner of the photo published in the newspaper could not see his face clearly because he was obscured by the football, Felisa still recognized who the other party was at a glance.

"It's that hateful stinking rascal!"

Felisa thought of something and took the newspaper in her hand, "I've heard Dad say that it seems that he is in Villarreal now, and it seems that he has also approached Dad and wants Dad to be his agent...... Agent, also do football-related work, right? ”

There was silence in the room, and there was little movement except for the occasional snoring from Molina. Felisa's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and she carefully folded the newspaper and put it in the pocket of her clothes, and she had already made a decision.

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For the people of the seaside town, there are two happiest things, one is to bask in the sun and sea breeze every day, and gently sing the romantic songs that belong to the city, which will make them feel extremely comfortable and warm.

The other thing is football. It's a small town and doesn't have a lot of entertainment, but every weekend, as long as it's a home game, people here go to the Love Song Stadium and feel the joy of football with everyone.

Of course, if the team can win, if it can win, it will be even better.

Villarreal have not had a good season and are currently in eighth place in the league table despite their recent succession, with Zaragoza six points ahead of them, and Atletico Madrid in sixth place with 11 points ahead.

It's almost an insurmountable barrier, and with only six league games remaining, Villarreal could almost announce ahead of schedule that they will miss out on next season's European competition.

But Rao is so, the people of the town are not disappointed, they like football, they like to win, but what makes them more happy and proud is not what victory or defeat can bring, they like the city, they like their team, they just like, simply like and love, without a little other impurities.

Whether they win or lose, whether the results are good or bad, their cheers, their singing will not stop.

But there are times when such pure love emotions can ripple, and every season, at least two games, people here will cast extremely concerned and nervous eyes.

That was the match between Villarreal and Valencia.

Like the same city derbies in many countries, the collision between Villarreal and Valencia is also a spark splash, and the fierce battle between the two sides on the field is eager to stomp the opponent into the dirt and slap the opponent hard.

Of course, in the past, most of the time the victory belonged to Valencia, the capital city of the region, because they have money, they have the background, they have countless stars, and they are the undisputed traditional powerhouse in La Liga.

But in recent seasons, with the arrival of Manuel Pellegrini, the addition of a group of talented stars, and the blossoming of the academy in the small town, Villarreal's strength has steadily improved, and they have gradually developed the ability to compete with derby opponents, and in the past few years, they have also begun to raise their eyebrows, and they can embarrass their opponents a lot.