That night, Fan Bizhuang and the Spring Festival moved into this quiet courtyard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mr. Moya and Aunt Suzanne were indeed very enthusiastic, the former took the initiative to drive the ox cart to the big supermarket in the city to buy some daily necessities, and the latter made a table full of good dishes in Fan Bizhuang's new home, which was regarded as a celebration of Fan Bizhuang's joining Villarreal and the joy of housewarming.

Coach Ruben also stayed to help Fan Bizhuang clean up his new home, and said goodbye to Fan Bizhuang after dinner.

When Mo Ya and his wife left, they repeatedly told Fan Bizhuang that if there was anything they needed help with, they must be looking for them.

Fan Bizhuang is very moved, he has lived in Barcelona for many years, but such a warm feeling is rarely experienced, the warm-hearted coach Ruben, the united and friendly teammates, the kind and enthusiastic Moya couple, although it is only a newcomer, but everything here, so that Fan Bizhuang is very satisfied.

Fan Bizhuang pushed open the window and looked at the dark sky, there were mottled starlight spilling down from the gaps in the leaves outside the window, the breeze blowing, the coolness of the night and the smell of flowers and plants came into his nose, which made Fan Bizhuang feel relaxed and happy.

"Spring Festival, this is our new home. From now on, we're going to live here. You're also happy to have a new place and a big yard, right? ”

During the Spring Festival, he also stood in front of the window with his two hind legs, his two front paws on the window, salivating his big tongue, learning from the appearance of the master, and looking curiously at the night outside the window. Hearing the owner's question, it excitedly came down from the window and ran back and forth in the room.

It's telling Fan Bizhuang in this way that it likes it because it allows it to run and play at will.

"I knew you'd like it, Tongs was still too young."

Fan Bizhuang happily touched the head of the Spring Festival and continued to look out the window.

But soon, Fan Bizhuang was stunned, through the gap in the leaves, he saw that there seemed to be eyes on the other side, which made him frightened, and then looked closely, it turned out that behind the olive tree was also a window, by the window, a vague figure was standing on his own, although the sky was dark, but Fan Bizhuang could still feel that the other party was looking at him.

"I guess it's the neighbor named Juan."

There is also a courtyard adjacent to this small courtyard, when he came to see the house, Fan Bizhuang had already noticed that the pattern was almost the same, and there were flowers and plants in the yard, but the area was larger, more than double the small courtyard rented by Fan Bizhuang.

Aunt Suzanne said that his neighbor was an old man named Juan, his wife had died many years ago, and his son was not in Spain or even Europe because of his work, but flew all over the world, so the old man Juan lived alone for many years.

Aunt Suzanne specially told her that this old man had a strange temper, did not like to come into contact with people, and usually lived in seclusion. However, she also asked Fan Bizhuang not to care, because as the owner of this small courtyard, for so many years, Mo Ya and his wife have not met with Juan much, and Fan Bizhuang lives here, and it is estimated that there will not be too many opportunities to communicate with each other.

In the evening, Fan Bizhuang and a few people were busy in and out of the small courtyard, and they didn't see the neighbor named Juan, but they didn't expect that at this time, they would take a photo, although because of the sky, they might not even be able to see each other's faces clearly.

Fan Bizhuang hesitated for a moment, but still shouted: "Mr. Juan? ”

There was no response, but Fan Bizhuang could feel that the other party's eyes were still on him.

So he shouted again: "My name is Fan, I am a new move here, we will be neighbors in the future, I ......"

"Bang~"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Bizhuang heard a slight noise from the opposite side, and it was obvious that the window on the opposite side had been closed.

"What a weirdo."

Fan Bizhuang touched his nose and muttered to himself, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, he was originally a character who was not good at communicating with people, so he just casually said a few words out of politeness, since the other party didn't want to talk to him, he also saved himself from wasting his tongue with the other party.

"Alright, go to bed."

Fan Bizhuang also closed the window, lay back on the bed, and covered the quilt.

"Good night, Chinese New Year." Fan Bizhuang snapped his fingers towards the Spring Festival and said with a smile, "I wish you a good dream in your new home." ”

In response, he ran to the wall and flipped the switch, and the room fell into darkness, and then it returned to its new nest.

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The night passed, and the morning came.

By the time the first rays of sunlight in the sky were shining on the small city with the breeze, Fan Bizhuang had already risen.

Although he changed to a new environment, he was very adaptable, he got up and stretched out after sleeping peacefully, and the Spring Festival had jumped on the bed, salivating and licking his face with a big tongue, and was saying good morning to him.

"Good morning, Chinese New Year, too. Looks like you slept comfortably last night. ”

Fan Bizhuang patted him on the head and got up from the bed.

Next is dressing, washing, and making breakfast.

After picking up the dropouts, Fan Bizhuang changed into a sportswear and sneakers, tied two soccer balls to his legs, and went out.

Although he had left La Masia, there were some habits that could not be left behind in a moment, and the little special training plans that Enrique and Mr. Vilanova had made for him still felt useful, so he intended to stick to them.

A man and a dog jogged out of the door, as if competing with each other, you chased after me.

As he passed by the small courtyard next door, Fan Bizhuang slowed down, and an old man with silver hair was holding a kettle in his right hand, watering the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

There was nothing unusual about his face, but his demeanor seemed very focused, he treated him like a child, carefully loosening the soil, watering, and gently fiddling with the flowers and plants.

"This is Mr. Juan, right?"

Fan Bizhuang thought so and nodded towards the courtyard, "Good morning, Mr. Juan." I'm Fan, your new neighbor. ”

There was no response, and the silver-haired old man didn't even raise his head, and continued to concentrate on his own business.

Fan Bizhuang shrugged, took a step, turned and ran forward.

After running a distance, he found that the Spring Festival did not follow, he turned his head to look, but found that the Spring Festival was in front of Mr. Juan's courtyard gate, lifting his feet, "Huhu~Huhu~" to make a mark.

"This Spring Festival, wherever you go, you will occupy the territory!"

Fan Bizhuang couldn't cry or laugh, but he was surprised to find that Mr. Juan, who ignored his accosting, walked to the gate of the courtyard, stared at the beads of his eyes, and looked closely at the Spring Festival when he raised his feet to pee.

Not to be outdone during the Spring Festival, the two eyes full of spirituality stared back, the big eyes stared at the small eyes, and one person and one dog were addicted to the game of "dry staring".

"Let's go, Spring Festival."

Fan Bizhuang's shout broke the atmosphere that seemed to have sparks flashing in the air, he was really afraid that if it continued, maybe he could do something disgusting during the Spring Festival, if he fainted this old man, it would be a big joke.

Rao so, after hearing the master's call, Chun Jie also turned around, and with four paws at the same time, he struggled to dig the pit, and the grass clippings and dirt were piled up to Mr. Juan's feet, and his shoes were covered with yellow dirt.

That's not all, after doing all this, the Spring Festival made a smug face at each other, and then ran away.

Fan Bizhuang saw very clearly that the little old man's face seemed to twitch, he held back a smile, and together with the Spring Festival, he turned around and ran.

Behind him, the little old man Juan opened the courtyard door, squatted down, brushed away the grass clippings and dirt from his shoes, and then took a small shovel to fill the small pit that had just been dug out by the Spring Festival, filled it with soil, and gently smoothed it out, with a focused and peaceful expression.

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The team's training is still in order, not much different from yesterday, with basic and physical training in the morning and tactical simulations and drills in the afternoon.

Yesterday there was an intra-team game, also because of a fairly good performance in the game, so Fan Bizhuang was more recognized by his teammates, everyone got along quite well, Fan Bizhuang followed everyone to train, while asking some things I didn't understand, and occasionally chatted with everyone.

The atmosphere is very relaxed, of course, for Nihat, there is a feeling full of tears, it is clear that the head coach Pellegrini does what he says, he was pitted by Fan Bizhuang, not only received Reuben's special care during training, but also increased the amount of training, when everyone was resting, he was still alone on the field, gritting his teeth and running around, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

Everyone was gloating while laughing and cheering him on, Nihat shrugged a face, and only occasionally looked at Fan Bizhuang's eyes, which was called a grudge, which made Fan Bizhuang feel goosebumps all over his body.

After the usual training session, Manuel Pellegrini announced that the squad would continue with training matches.

This surprised the players, as there are regular training matches within the team, but there are also intervals in between, and it is quite rare to have a two-day game without interruption like this.

After all, the league tasks of professional teams are also frequent, and the intra-team games are also in accordance with the actual combat standards, every time you play one more game, then you will add a little more fatigue, in order to save physical energy and prevent too many injuries, so the coaching staff is rarely frequent intra-team games, and one or two games a week can be on top.

However, now that the manager has an order, the players are confused and can only implement it without discount.