222 tramps

Valencia's small town is brightly lit and its old buildings seem to speak of its former glory, but no one stops to listen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was late at night, and it slept in the darkness of the night.

At the mouth of the alley of RX, a few beams of lights shone out, and Ouyang Qingfeng staggered in with a wine bottle.

Ouyang took a look at him, although the sky was bleak, but in the style of shooting from a distance, Ouyang could still see his face clearly, he was a middle-aged uncle less than forty, with a sloppy beard, a standard European face, although he had a very sad aura, but it could still be seen that he was a resolute person, about the end of life, so there was such a look on his face.

He glanced at Ouyang Qingfeng coldly and said coldly, "Go away." ”

Ouyang Qingfeng stopped and looked at him with a smile, he didn't like others talking to him in a commanding tone.

“getout！”

He snorted coldly for the second time.

Ouyang Qingfeng gave him an inexplicable look, "Why?"

"No why, I hate you, I hate all this, everything is fake, everything is fake. Something was wrong with him suddenly, but he could see that he was trying hard to restrain himself.

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't know why, just squatted in front of this middle-aged man, looking at the man with an angry but painful face, as if he had suffered something very similar to him.

"Take a sip?" Ouyang Qingfeng handed over the wine bottle in his hand and shook it, and there was still more than half of the bottle.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ouyang Qingfeng coldly and snorted.

"I don't have any diseases, I promise!" Ouyang Qingfeng replied to him very interestingly.

He took Ouyang Qingfeng's wine bottle, brought it to his lips and poured it in.

Ouyang Qingfeng snorted coldly and sat down beside the middle-aged man.

"I'm a vagabond, don't you mind?" he said to Ouyang in a much better tone than before.

Ouyang Qingfeng shook his head and did not speak. Seeing that he didn't speak, the middle-aged man still sat there without making a sound.

When a bottle of wine was almost drunk, he came to his senses, "It's over." ”

Ouyang Qingfeng took the empty bottle and shook it, and indeed the wine in it was drunk by him, smiled, stood up, and threw the wine bottle into the air, Ouyang Qingfeng watched it rise several meters and then quickly rotate and fall.

The left foot is lifted out, the shoulder and back easily stop the empty bottle, and then let it go slightly, and the right foot swings back in a movement, and the foot is fast, and the shoulder and back touch the wine bottle, and it crosses the night sky in a wonderful arc and falls into the garbage can diagonally opposite the street.

The wandering man was surprised, the boy's movement skills and kick force were well controlled.

But the surprise only flashed in his eyes and then vanished.

Because, these actions are what even a child can do in Spain.

Ouyang Qingfeng returned to him, sat down, and sighed.

"Are you playing football?" the homeless man asked him.

Ouyang Qingfeng replied yes.

"Which club do you play for? Judging by your young age, you should be in the second-tier team, right?" Hearing Ouyang Qingfeng's answer, he continued to ask, "Japanese? or Korean?"

"Neither. ”

The wandering man looked at Ouyang Qingfeng, his eyes were not as cold as just now, "Then who are?"

"I'm just an amateur player and I came to Spain to do footballking. Ouyang Qingfeng had nothing to hide, and told him truthfully, "Also, I am Chinese!"

"China!"

"Yes. ”

"Chinese is very good, very enthusiastic and likes football, but you play football ......" As soon as the homeless man saw Ouyang Qingfeng's angry eyes, he immediately stopped, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you." ”

"I know that Asian yellow people rarely play football on European soil, even if most of them are Japanese or Koreans, and there are very few Chinese, but not only Koreans or Japanese can play, I believe that in the near future, we will surpass them!"

The wandering man saw a glimmer of brilliance in Ouyang Qingfeng's eyes, a wolf nature, a firm belief, and an unshakable will.

"You love to play football?" asked the homeless man, pulling out a soccer ball from his package behind his seat.

Ouyang Qingfeng paused, as if he thought of what Yang Desheng asked him at night, he smiled and nodded.

And then. The man threw the ball to Ouyang Qingfeng.

Ouyang Qingfeng took a step back and stretched out his foot to stop the ball.

Before the ball could stop on his instep, it was snatched away by the wandering man.

In front of him, there was no sound.

In this way, the red fruit passed over Ouyang Qingfeng's feet, and before he could find out what was going on, the ball was already on the feet of the wandering man.

He flipped the ball and looked at the enigmatic smile on Ouyang Qingfeng's face, as if telling Ouyang Qingfeng to come and snatch it back.

Sure enough.

Ouyang Qingfeng stepped forward, his steps were very large, and he reached the wandering man in two jumps.

Ouyang Qingfeng stretched out his feet, and he was about to hook the ball, but as soon as the homeless man's body turned, the ball followed his rhythm on his feet again.

Ouyang Qingfeng stepped over, directly used his body to hold the homeless man, and then moved very quickly under his feet, sweeping over.

He's fast, and the homeless man is faster than him. A slight top of his body made Ouyang Qingfeng stumble, and he put the ball on the ground.

Ouyang Qingfeng grabbed it for a long time, and the homeless man controlled the ball steadily, not giving Ouyang Qingfeng the slightest chance at all.

It's as if he had a sensor on his feet, flexible and stable.

"Don't rob it?" The homeless man asked amusefully when he saw Ouyang Qingfeng stop.

"You're a master!" Ouyang Qingfeng asked with great admiration, "You are so powerful, why are you wandering?"

"According to your Chinese words, it is difficult to put it into words. ”

When he said it, there was a little loneliness in his eyes.

"What about you, young man, why do you drink so much?" he asked.

Drunkenly, he wanted to scream, but he had the urge to laugh, "I've encountered too many twists and turns recently, and it's hard to say a word." ”

"My name is Ouyang Qingfeng!" Ouyang Qingfeng stretched out his hand, ready to meet this wandering man, "What's your name?"

"Bruce Heshid Ibusoya. ”

"Then I'll call you Ibu Soya!"

"OK!" He seemed very happy to meet Ouyang Qingfeng.

"Can you teach me that trick of controlling the ball just now?" asked Ouyang Qingfeng.

"No, why should I teach you?" he said.

"You drank my wine. ”

"Oh, my God. What is the reason for this, my friend!"

"Since you drink it, then you have to pay a relative reward!"

"Hehe, they all say that you Chinese are very shrewd, and it is true!"

"It's fine. ”

"Alright then, I'll teach you!" the wandering man suddenly stopped again and smiled, "Whether you learn or not, it depends on your understanding." ”

"Yes!" Although there are a few drunkenness, Ouyang is not a genius who will never forget, but at least you can show it, and you can more or less learn a trick or two!

As the saying goes, if you don't look at it, you don't look at it.

"Ouyang, my friend, look at it!"

The corners of Ibusushoa's mouth are hooked, his body is like a ghost, and his body is changing, even if the current Spanish superstar is in front of him, he may not be able to capture his ghostly figure. (To be continued.) )