If people don't have dreams, what is the difference between them and salted fish?

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Malaga, an important city in southern Spain, is located on the famous Costa del Sol, surrounded by mountains and two rivers that empties into the Mediterranean Sea.

It is a city steeped in history, where Malaka was founded by Phoenicia 1,000 years ago, and the name may be derived from the Phoenician word for "salt" because of the salty fish near the port.

About seven centuries later, the Roman Empire conquered Carthage Spain, including Malaga. From the fifth century, the Visigoths brought Malaga under their rule.

After the Moorish conquest of Spain in the 8th century, Málaga became an important trading center, after which Málaga regained its predominantly Christian city.

At the same time, it is also a city with beautiful scenery, Picasso once said: people who have not experienced the sun of Malaga cannot create the art of cubist painting.

The sky on the Costa del Sol in Malaga is a shimmering cobalt blue, and the calm Mediterranean sea is a deep grey-blue on a clear day.

Occasionally, there are a few days in winter, and the snow-covered white crown is worn on the top of the mountain, which is an exceptionally beautiful time.

The southern district of Malaga is the slum of the city, where people from all ethnic groups live at the bottom of society. Due to ethnic beliefs and other reasons, various ethnic groups are constantly clashing, the crime rate remains high, and gangs are numerous.

The community of Arca is an ordinary community in the south of Málaga that is home to a group of immigrants from all over the world, including more than 2,000 from China.

Zhang Xian is the proprietress of an ordinary grocery store in this community, and like her husband Li Xianqi, she is a second-generation immigrant. This grocery store is mainly run by Zhang Xian, and Li Xianqi can see people except during meal times, and it is difficult to see people at other times.

Zhang Xian has two sons and a daughter, the eldest son Li Chuanrui is a junior at the University of Malaga, a prestigious university in Malaga, and the second son Li Chuanqi is a sophomore in a public high school and plays in the Spanish D League in a team called Santa Málaga.

The Spanish Primera D is the lowest league in Spain, also known as the amateur league by Spanish fans, with more than 360 teams in total.

The format of the D-League is also very similar to that of an amateur competition, which belongs to the promotion system, with the regional competition advancing to the regional competition and the regional competition advancing to the final national final.

The youngest daughter, Li Xiaofeng, attends a local private primary school.

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In June 2011, the weather in Malaga was hot, and the best place to go was of course Sun Beach, with its sun, sand and beautiful women.

So there are very few pedestrians on the road.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the sunny sky suddenly darkened, and a storm was brewing in the clouds.

Zhang Xian took advantage of the time when no one was shopping, stewed the pork ribs in the pressure cooker, and steamed the rice in the rice cooker.

The grocery store is on the first floor, with a shop in front and a kitchen and dining room in the back, and a family's bedroom on the second floor.

"Sister Xian, come to pack camels, my brother Xian is not at home?"

A Chinese man in his thirties, wearing a clean yellow T-shirt and gray shorts, asked Zhang Xian who had just sat down with a smile while handing over money.

"Isn't this Tian Feng......"

Without waiting for Zhang Xian to speak, a bold voice came from not far away.

Zhang Xian suddenly lost interest in talking, took the money, and handed the man a pack of camel cigarettes.

"Brother Xian!"

Tian Feng took the cigarette and said to the bold voice with a smile: "Brother Xian, are you back for dinner?" ”

"That's right...... It's going to rain soon, so I'll be back early. ”

The bold voice patted Tian Feng's shoulder, stared at the one-foot-long, freshly healed scar on his right arm and asked, "Okay?" ”

Tian Feng's eyes were a little moist, and while taking apart the cigarette in his hand and handing it to the man, he sighed: "Brother Xian, if you didn't break the siege last time, I'm afraid my arm would be finished." ”

The man took the cigarette and waved his hand and said: "Everyone is Chinese, it is not easy to live in this ghost place, of course you have to help if you can help." ”

Zhang Xian stared at the man and said in an unkind tone: "I only know how to fight and kill every day, and I don't do anything serious!" ”

The man was not angry because of Zhang Xian's words, lit the cigarette, and breathed out a puff of smoke with satisfaction, and then said to her flatteringly: "Wife, is the meal ready?" I'm starving! ”

This man with a bold voice is Zhang Xian's husband Li Xianqi.

"Didn't do it!" Zhang Xian said angrily: "I have to run this shop alone, and I have to do housework, and I have to eat and do it myself!" ”

Li Xianqi said with a smile: "Even if you don't do it for me, you have to do it for the two children......"

Tian Feng on the side said to Li Xianqi: "Brother Xian, I envy you, the eldest is in college, and the two younger ones are obedient, unlike the three guys in my family, hey......"

After sighing, Tian Feng said attentively: "Anyway, Sister Xian hasn't cooked yet, it's better to choose a day, I'll invite you to dinner tonight." ”

Zhang Xian was not happy when she heard this, and said to Tian Feng: "He can't see anyone all day, so he can get together with the children during dinner, he dares to go, don't think about going home tonight, sleep on the street!" ”

Li Xianqi patted Tian Feng's shoulder and said with a smile: "The matter of eating will be arranged later, my wife is right, there is nothing special, I will eat dinner at home." ”

Tian Feng had no choice but to say, "That's okay, find your free time to have a meal in the future." ”

Lee Hyun-gi waved his hand at him and walked into the grocery store and walked towards the kitchen, as if he was really going to cook.

"Just get off the rice, don't touch it."

Zhang Xian yelled at her husband, muttering and scolding in a low voice: "There is no one in the family who is worry-free, they are all starving ghosts reincarnated." ”

Speaking of this, she remembered her eldest son, Li Chuanrui, who is a junior at the University of Malaga, and couldn't help but have a rare smile on her face.

The eldest son was not worried when he was young, and he wanted to be a professional player since he was a child, how could it be possible in this place where Chinese exclusion is serious?

Anyway, Zhang Xian didn't believe it.

My eldest son joined the Malaga junior team when he was nine years old, and I heard that he was so talented in football that he could really become a professional footballer.

Who knew that at the age of thirteen, he had an accident and seriously injured his right leg, and his dream of being a professional footballer was shattered.

Zhang Xian thought that her eldest son would be depressed, but who knew what happened next made her extremely happy.

The eldest son shifted his interest to his studies, and his grades improved by leaps and bounds, and he was eventually admitted to the prestigious University of Malaga in Spain.

This was the first Malagath student in this community, and it shook the Chinese community in the whole community.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

Although she is a second-generation immigrant, Zhang Xian agrees with this sentence.

"Mom, I'm starving, what did you cook tonight?"

A crisp and familiar voice pulled Zhang Xian, who was immersed in the pride of her eldest son, back to reality.

"Xiaofeng, we have to wait for dinner...... You drink those cold Cokes again...... Dead child! ”

Seeing her daughter open the freezer, take out a bottle of Coke and drink it, Zhang Xian looked at her angrily and dotingly.

The girl comfortably took a break, made a grimace at Zhang Xian, and then jumped into the kitchen.

At that moment, the sky grew darker and darker.

"Crackle! ……”

Suddenly lightning appeared in the sky, piercing the gloomy sky, and torrential rain fell from the sky.

Zhang Xian walked out of the store and found that her second son Li Chuanqi had not returned, and scolded in a low voice: "Don't go home early in such ghost weather, see how I clean you up tonight!" ”

"None of them are worry-free!"

Zhang Xian hurriedly returned to the store and wiped her arm dripping with rain with a towel.

"What?"

Her husband's voice suddenly sounded in the kitchen: "You said that Huzi was struck by lightning?!" ”

Huzi is the nickname of the second son, Li Chuanqi.

Zhang Xian's face turned pale instantly, the towel in her hand fell on the floor, her legs were weak, and she sat on the chair.