For the late new book, I apologize to the book friends first, but since the book has been opened, it is guaranteed to be able to do it as always, as written in the introduction: the newcomer mentality is serious about writing books, and the character is guaranteed to never be updated.

Now start to save manuscripts, when there is no website recommendation, two more per day, if you give more support, every thousand recommended votes, I will add more, I hope that when I write this book, I can change my past habits, I also want to break out occasionally, so I really need to save some manuscripts, I hope you understand, and I hope you can support more.

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Qin Xiong's apartment is not big, about 50 square meters, one bedroom and one living room, and the room looks simple and organized.

Qin Xiong put the shoulder bag on the clean table, then walked straight to the kitchen, replenished some water first, and then opened the refrigerator and started cooking.

Freddie followed, he sat down at the table, and accidentally saw a picture book peeking out of the mouth of his shoulder bag, he casually pulled out the picture book and flipped through it, from the first page to the latest page, each painting is a sketch, half of it depicts things and scenes, half of it is a fantasy character who appears out of thin air, for example, one of Freddie's favorite paintings is a picture of watching the sunrise by the river, but there is a pair of beautiful and spectacular wings in the sky above the rising sun!

When turning the latest page, Freddie stared at the magic dragon above the majestic mountain range, yes, maybe in China, the dragon is a symbol of auspiciousness, representing good weather, peace and security, but in Western culture, the dragon is a symbol of disaster and bad luck.

As it happens, Freddie is also a Christian, and in the Bible, dragons are often Satan, the embodiment of demons.

Moreover, the dragon painted by Qin Xiong, no matter how you appreciate it from any angle, cannot represent the bright side.

Freddie closed the picture book and sighed softly, as Qin Xiong's guardian, he could roughly understand Qin Xiong's inner thoughts at this time.

Qin Xiong suppressed the power in his heart, this is a vision for life and the future!

It's time for change.

Qin Xiong walked out of the kitchen with two plates, and in the plate was tonight's dinner, one for him and Freddie.

Sitting opposite each other at the table, Qin Xiong didn't rush to eat, as if waiting for something to stare at Freddie calmly.

Freddy's expression became solemn, he sat upright, and said in a slow voice: "Stop your anger and forsake your anger." Do not harbor grievances that lead to evil. ”

Qin Xiong closed his eyes as if to remember and reminisce about this sentence, about 15 seconds later, he opened his eyes, Freddie on the other side smiled at him, the two picked up the tableware together and began to eat, Qin Xiong used chopsticks, Freddie used a spoon.

For the past decade, Freddie, as Qin Xiong's guardian, would often tell a Bible quote or two before a meal as a pre-dinner interlude, and Qin Xiong was accustomed to it, sometimes causing self-reflection, and sometimes, as if Freddie had a non-smelly fart.

During the meal, the two chatted casually, basically Freddie asked Qin Xiong where he had gone during the day, what he had done, and if there was anything new to say and share, Qin Xiong responded lightly, not tired of Freddie, just a little absent-minded.

After dinner, Freddie took the initiative to pick up the dishes and go to the kitchen to wash them, and before leaving, he said to Qin Xiong: "By the way, there is something to inform you, tomorrow is Tang Tian's fiftieth birthday, in Chinese, Tang Tian is going to celebrate his fiftieth birthday, and I invite you to attend with me." ”

"When?"

"We're leaving at 5 p.m."

"Okay, I remember, do I need to prepare a gift?"

"No need."

When Freddie left, Qin Xiong returned to his bedroom, his bedroom seemed to be a lot of space, after all, there was a single bed against the wall, he walked to the bookshelf, took out a Spanish textbook from it, took out another Walkman, put on headphones, and started tonight's self-study class.

He is a very self-disciplined person.

Since 16 years ago by the Tang Group adopted, and after living in this place, in the process of his growth, 70% of the time is sports, of which football is the mainstay, the remaining 30% of the time, a very small part of his own activities, cultural learning, biased towards liberal arts, in addition to Chinese culture, other focus is European culture and language learning, he has basically mastered English, and now he has been learning Spanish for a year and a half.

In the process of studying, Qin Xiong would wander around the room aimlessly, or pace in the living room, or walk to the balcony to blow the wind, and after an hour of study time had passed, he would do some light exercises in the room, and then continue to study, ensuring that there were two hours of study time every night.

At half-past nine he went into the bathroom to bathe, and as it was close to ten o'clock he was lying on his single bed.

In the dark, he looked up at the ceiling.

He had no parents, yes, from the moment he had a memory, he had no parents.

The world is for him, even if he lives in a comfortable apartment in the eyes of others, but he still has nothing, not even a small bench that belongs to him.

Even if you have parents, when the day of adulthood comes at the age of 18, you can no longer blame your parents about how your life will be in the future, whether it is bitter or sad.

Qin Xiong had never resented anyone, he calmly accepted Yiqiē, his eyes kept looking forward.

This is also the positive optimism that he has been instilled in here under guardianship and has been taught to be.

Last month, he celebrated his 18th birthday.

He's an adult.

He believes that this is a milestone moment, and he should fight for what he rightfully belongs.

But a month later, he is still "stuck" here, a place where nothing belongs to him.

Tick, tick, the alarm clock on the bedside table went to ten o'clock in the evening, and Qin Xiong closed his eyes and fell asleep

In the early morning of the next day, on the playground, which was neatly divided into four fields, young people who had come here from the dormitory or the cafeteria to prepare for training were not surprised to see a unique figure.

Qin Xiong came earlier than anyone else, and he seemed full of energy in every day of training, which came from adequate sleep, physical recovery, and he would complete the jogging warm-up before the others arrived, stretching his muscles and bones, and then familiarize himself with the ball before the official training began.

At this moment, he is juggling the ball alternately with his feet, and the football is like his doll, bouncing up and down on the surface of his feet lightly and naturally.

Occasionally, the ball will be raised high, Qin Xiong will touch the ball with his forehead, shoulders, leaning down with the back of his neck and other parts, but he can always keep the ball from landing.

This doesn't mean that he has a natural inspiration for football, but anyone who has lived with football for 15 years, starting at the age of three, should be able to do so easily.

Outside this training base, some teenagers who love football will worship Qin Xiong, but they don't know that in this training base, Qin Xiong is not liked by most people.

Most of the people here are orphans, and they have also been trained to play football skills since childhood, but, on the road to growth, Qin Xiong is a maverick eccentric in their eyes.

Not only will they not secretly go outside to watch the world and have fun with them, but they will not chat and fart with them during breaks.

Qin Xiong is often silent and alone, and his only hobby is painting, but the painting is very good, plus he has shown a significantly stronger football strength than his peers since the age of 8, he is focused on cultivating, has a personal apartment, and is more concerned by the coaches, doctors, teachers, etc., which can easily arouse the jealousy of others.

That's the case, people who don't like Qin Xiong will call him a weirdo in private, but no one dares to provoke Qin Xiong in person, because Qin Xiong has sent his opponent to the hospital in one of the few three brawls, and the lightest person is a fracture, and the three people who provoked Qin Xiong finally left here, where they are now, no one knows, maybe they are working in a factory to support themselves, maybe they are going with the flow in a corner of society.

Starting from the age of eight, Qin Xiong has been widening the gap with his peers every year in terms of physical fitness and football skills, and at the age of 18, he is feared and kept away by his peers.

Maybe it's the fear of being with him to set off his "weakness", or maybe it's Qin Xiong's serious attitude and amazing hard work and tenacity in training terror every day, it is obvious that in this impetuous social background, it is not strange that people like Qin Xiong are called monsters.

But Qin Xiong himself is sober.

Jiangcheng Youth Football Home has been established for almost 20 years, cultivating children's football ability since childhood, there are more than 1,000 children before and after, some give up early, and some end up hurting Zhongyong, and today, not counting Qin Xiong, only two people are a little achievement.

One is Liu Yi, who is two years older than Qin Xiong, who landed in German football last year and played for Nuremberg FC in the German Second League, playing as a midfielder.

The other is Zhang Pengfei, who was awarded a professional contract at a trial at the Portuguese club Maritimo six months ago, playing as a winger, and he is a year older than Qin Xiong.

And in the Jiangcheng Youth Football Home, Qin Xiong, the most high-profile player, where is his future?