Cabine had no choice, he could only reluctantly go back to Granada City as Coach Coboni stipulated, thinking that when he went to Granada City for the first time, it meant that his dream could start again, so at that time, he was full of hope and joy.

As everyone knows, this return trip made Cabine feel how much he hated going back to Granada City, and even he thought that Granada City did not have his own future and so-called dreams, and the support of Granada fans was also a kind of bullshit.

Even though he really wanted to immediately board a flight to Marseille, France, approach Cherina, and show that he had been hiding his heart for a long time, the truth was that he had to go back to Granada.

Carbine still didn't know how ambivalent he was at this time, so he was complaining, or complaining about Coach Coboni's strict management, or still complaining about the distance between Madrid and Granada 420 kilometers, and gradually, he began to lose his mental outlook, as if he felt a pounding in his head, and it hurt terribly.

Even the black cap that Carbine attaches great importance to has been disgusted by him, he doesn't care that others will recognize him as the golden boy of Europe, and he doesn't even mind those tabloid reporters rushing in front of him, "clicking" to make the camera make a noisy sound, but things are often so mysterious, and when he chooses not to wear the cap, the qiē around him is so quiet.

No one came up to disturb the European golden boy named Carbine, who always gave a slow pace. It was very incompatible with the steps of the other passengers who rushed to board the plane, and then. It took him about ten minutes to reach the taxi stop on the ground floor of the passenger building.

There are a lot of travelers preparing to enter the city. They were mixed with different skin tones, counting the number of slightly more than forty, and they stood here for the same purpose as Carbine, in order to be able to board the taxi, and one of the passengers with the Oriental skin of Asia was spotted by Carbine, which made Carbine think of Celina at once......

Kirbyne hung his head, his face unsightly, and the passengers in front of him took every step forward. He took a step forward very unenergetically, and outsiders who didn't know the inside thought that Kabine was sick, or that this young man, who had no energy in front of them, should need to rest after the early morning flight.

Carbine knew very well that he didn't need a so-called rest, he just needed to go back to Granada City in accordance with Coach Corboni's arrangement. But then he opened his mouth wide and yawned defenselessly, and when he was done, half a tear welled up in the corner of his eye. He immediately wiped it......

"Sir! Do you have a long-distance taxi service? I'm on my way to the outskirts of Madrid! A young man with a very impure Madrid accent and a look of work asked about Kabine through the railing.

At that time, Kabine still had one hand on the railing. When he heard this, he turned his head around. Although he does not live in the city of Madrid, he can still answer the other party's questions. However, he finally said, "I don't know! ”

The young man who asked the question could realize in a second that Carbine didn't want to communicate with outsiders, and it seemed that the sentence "I don't know" was also Carbine's last reply, yes, the young man walked away quietly, with an inexplicable expression in the process.

Cabine knew that it was rude to treat the young man like this, but he really could only give such an attitude, he was not even too nervous about whether there was an ambush of tabloid reporters around, which meant that he really just wanted to go back to Granada quietly, as for other things, he was not interested in reacting, and saying "I don't know" was also his last choice.

After waiting in line for ten minutes, Kirbine got into the back compartment of the taxi, but when the old driver in charge of driving the taxi casually asked where Carbine was going, he said, "I don't know!" ”

"Mr. Carbine! If you really don't know where you're going, then please get off the bus immediately and don't get in the way of other passengers, okay? The old driver is naturally a loyal football fan, but his words are very reasonable, and Kabine's cousin is like a vexatious person.

Kabine, who was recognized by the fans, was really a little flustered, and he couldn't imagine that he would be recognized by a fan at this time, and then, he "uh~uh~" for a long time, seeing that he was also being urged by the passengers waiting outside the taxi, so he changed his words and said: "Go to the train station in the central square!" ”

"Mr. Carbine! You should go back to Granada, right? But I would like to remind you that there is a train station in the left wing of the airport passenger terminal, which is connected to other long-distance train stations, and if you arrange your itinerary in this way, you can only take the wrong road, understand? Perhaps the old driver was originally an amiable half-centenarian, and the reminder he gave made Kabine a little moved.

But Carbiné was still very stupid and angry with himself, and the reason for this was how reluctant he was to go back to Granada, and he replied: "Old man! I don't have to transfer trains here, I still have to go to the train station on the other side of the central square, please drive quickly! ”

The old driver had no choice but to agree to the customer's advice, he compromised, and then stepped on the accelerator, and let the taxi carry the idiot named Kirbine out of the jurisdiction of the airport passenger building within a minute.

The central square train station in Madrid is not very far from the airport, and after thirty minutes of the whole journey, Carbine arrived at the train station he insisted on coming, and after paying the fare, the old driver who was sitting in the driver's seat said: "Monsieur Carbinet! I wish you a nice trip back to the city of Granada and ...... That replica volley of yours is spectacular! ”

Kabine didn't say thank you, he just nodded his head slightly, and the taxi drove away.

Entering the ticket hall of the train station, Carbiné stood straight in the middle of the ticket hall at the risk of being recognized by the fans again, looking at the frequency of the train to the city of Granada displayed on the electronic board......

It's just that when the conductor politely asked Carbine where to buy a train ticket, Carbine stiffened his brows and said, "I really don't know!" (To be continued......)