The bus stopped at the square outside the Love Song Stadium, because the town is not big, so the stadium is not very spacious, of course, there is no problem to accommodate the bus in and out, the reason why it will stop at the square is entirely because of some conditions at the entrance of the stadium.

The black crowd surrounded the entrance of the bus, and as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of yellow, and fans holding banners and posters gathered around the stadium, unwilling to leave, resulting in the bus not being able to enter smoothly.

There was a middle-aged man in a tracksuit in the crowd who was negotiating with the fans, but no matter how he tried to persuade them, the fans were unmoved, just looking forward to the distance, but when the bus with the logo of the Real Madrid team stopped at the side of the square, the crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, and the fans' faces showed surprises and excitement.

"What's going on? What's going on? ”

"Why did the vehicle stop? Are we going to enter here? But...... It seems like there are a lot of people! ”

"There seems to be something going on ahead, with the Villarreal fans surrounding the stadium and it seems that buses are not allowed in. God, what are they trying to do? Is it going to attack the bus? Damn, it's just a league, they shouldn't do something like this, right? ”

"Who knows? The fans are crazy but they don't recognize their relatives, and they have a lot of off-the-board tricks for the victory of their team. This kind of thing is very common in any country. ”

Some Real Madrid staff got out of the car and walked into the distance to negotiate with the fans, while the Real Madrid players in the carriage took a break from their busy affairs, pointing and talking endlessly in the distance.

Fan Bizhuang also straightened up and looked into the distance.

His teammates were not kind enough to talk about him, but he didn't believe it, although the people in the small town were very fanatical about football, but they were simple and gentle, and for the people here, everyone who came to the town was a guest, and they would welcome them warmly, and they would not do bad things that hurt others.

In addition to enemies, they are all friends in the four seas. Friends are welcome, they will only be warm and hospitable, and there will be no other thoughts and ideas.

"I'll try it."

After a moment's hesitation, Van Bizhuang got up and walked to the front of the carriage and looked at manager Manuel Pellegrini.

To say that the feelings for the city are mixed, Van Bizhuang is one, and Pellegrini is also one. Van Bizhuang has a deep affection for the city, and so does Manuel Pellegrini.

He has been coaching here for five years, more than 1,800 days and nights, even a pig has feelings, let alone him, he is very familiar with every plant and tree here, he is very familiar with everyone here, people respect him, he also works hard, runs the team, and allows Villarreal to bring joy and hope to the town.

Leaving the town is for bigger and better development, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the city, he doesn't love the people here. He was loved by the people in the small town, and he also poured his heart and soul into the small town, and the small town always occupied a very important place in his life.

When he returned to the town again, his mood was also full of emotion. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the first "revisit" after leaving would encounter such an unexpected situation.

So after hearing Fan Bizhuang's request, he directly refused. Now his identity is no longer the head coach of the submarine, maybe the fans here are angry about him and Fan Bizhuang's departure, so they will be besieged here. In this case, he can't let Fan Bizhuang get out of the car and go on an adventure, what if the fans get angry and hurt his players?

"Are you worried about my personal safety? Or do you not trust the people in the small town? ”

Fan Bizhuang didn't speak, but he looked into Pellegrini's eyes and clearly expressed his meaning.

Fan Bizhuang's "questioning" eyes made Pellegrini's heart ache a little, but he couldn't refute it, just groaned and didn't say anything.

At this time, the assistant Calles who got out of the car to negotiate had already returned, his expression was a little strange, and after getting into the car, he saw Fan Bizhuang standing beside the head coach, and looked at him with very complicated eyes, and then looked at the head coach again.

"It's not a big problem, the Villarreal fans don't want to make trouble, they ......"

Speaking of which, Calles gave Fan Bizhuang another complicated look and continued, "In fact, these fans said that they just wanted to meet Fan ......."

"Meet Fan?"

Pellegrini muttered to himself, with suspicion on his face, and then heard Calles speak again, "Mr. Manuel, you don't have to worry about it, in fact, they are all fans of Fan, they are friends of Fan, they said that they just want to catch up with Fan, and they will not do any dangerous behavior, you see...... You can't just stop here and not go in, right? ”

Calles knew what his boss was worried about, and he also had such doubts, but in the process of negotiations, the fans in the small town did not have any excesses, they were very gentle, although they blocked the entrance of the stadium, but did not make any other moves, their attitude was not to settle accounts with "traitors", it looked more like, they really just wanted to catch up with Fan Bizhuang......

Calles's explanation made Pellegrini a little crying and laughing, and he dared to worry in vain, these fans did not want to make trouble, but seemed to just want to meet the former "king of the small town". Think about it, Fan Bizhuang has been here for three years, no matter whether he is a high or a low, the people of the small town have always regarded him as their own child. Now that the children are back home, how can they not come to greet them?

It's just that Pellegrini is a little surprised that he has been here for five years, but he can't be worth the three years that Fan Bizhuang has been here, this person is really different!

"I'll go down and see, sir, go in first." I'll join the team later. ”

Looking at Fan Bizhuang's impatient appearance, Pellegrini waved his hand helplessly, and Fan Bizhuang immediately ran out of the car door.

"Hey, hey, Fan, where are you going?"

"It's so noisy outside, you don't want to be surrounded by fans and can't get out!"

"Coach Manuel, why did you let Fan out? Call him back! ”

The Real Madrid players who didn't know the inside story all screamed, and the captain Raul thought for a while, vaguely understood, and stopped the noise of his teammates.

Seeing that Fan Bizhuang had already run towards the crowd, Pellegrini withdrew his gaze, he was very familiar with this place, and Fan Bizhuang was the same, he didn't think that Fan Bizhuang would get lost here.

So he turned around and patted the driver on the shoulder: "Let's go in first." ”

"But Fan......," the bus driver said, wandering.

"It's okay. Over here...... It's his home. ”

Pellegrini sighed leisurely, and the bus finally started slowly again, this time, the fans did not stop again, and the bus entered the stadium smoothly.

……

There is a saying in China that is called hometown timidity, and although Villarreal is not Fan Bizhuang's hometown, in his heart, it weighs as much as his hometown, or even heavier.

For Barcelona, he doesn't have much attachment to it, except for his aunt Azusena and a group of old friends at Tongs Bar.

For China, he only knows that his roots are in the far east, and he still has some relatives there, and he is full of yearning there, but to say that there are real feelings, there may be, but it is impossible to want to have strong feelings. After all, he grew up abroad, and it was many people who were familiar or unfamiliar, or even unknown, who helped him grow up.

But whether it is Barcelona or China, the heart is not as important as the small city. It was only during his three years in the town that he really felt the atmosphere of home, he had many friends here, and everyone here was his "family", they loved him, helped him, supported him, and made his life full of warmth and touching every day.

At this moment, Fan Bizhuang has an inexplicable cowardice lingering in his heart. Familiar faces were not far away, and he could even see quite a few acquaintances, including Uncle Elson, Uncle Larfa, who was wearing overalls and an apron, apparently running out without packing up while working, Uncle Lannis was standing beside him, holding several brightly colored candy boxes in his hands, Aunt Suzanne was tiptoeing around, her face was always the same kind smile, and Ralph, who had a few boxes in his hands, Instead of looking in anticipation like the adults, he turned around and yelled behind him, and behind him were his friends, a group of young people holding large banners and posters, shouting excitedly...... And the character on the poster is Fan Bizhuang, wearing the No. 23 yellow jersey Fan Bizhuang!

When he learned that he was going to return to the small city, Fan Bizhuang had such and such worries, he expected that the people in the small city would still remember him, still miss him, still love him, and worry that because of his departure, the people of the small city would hate him from love to hatred, and look at him angrily - he was psychologically more inclined to the latter, and when he left, he was indeed cowardly as a deserter, and the people in the small city would definitely be very sad and angry, but if people could slow down the anger in their hearts by hating him and scolding him, he also felt that it was worth it, It will also make me feel less guilty.

It was only at this moment, when familiar cheeks and eyes full of excitement and longing for anticipation all appeared in front of him, Fan Bizhuang finally knew that his worries were superfluous.

He's gone, but he's never left.

His heart stayed in this warm little city.

And his person will forever remain in the memory of the people of the small town, even if time passes, even if the years are no more, but he will not be forgotten by people.

He and them, and the small town, have long been connected by blood and cannot be separated!

"Fan!"

"It's Fan—"

"Van is back! Our kids are back! Our King is back! ”

Watching Fan Bizhuang approach, and then stopping not far away, the crowd let out excited shouts, some people were waving, some people were screaming, some people were holding banners and posters, and making a sound of "huhu~".

But people didn't leave where they were, they just looked at him, looked at him fixedly.

Fan Bizhuang didn't move, and also looked at his relatives quietly.

The atmosphere is solid and warm.

Someone's tears were already wet.

Fan Bizhuang gently wiped the bridge of his nose, and there were warm droplets of water passing by, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"I'm back!"

"Your children, you're back!" 10