KC1

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Kaka received a ticket to Cristiano's match, and as usual every time-

C: Bring your beautiful wife and kids along, I've got the best box for you.

Kaka didn't reply to the message, as usual every time.

But he knew he was going, again, as always every time.

He didn't tell Cristiano that he was divorced, and again, he was already familiar with it anyway, Kaka thought of this, and subconsciously pulled the corners of his mouth, pulled his scarf slightly upward, covered his face, and came out of the bridge at the airport.

He returned to Spain, where he spent four of his best and most unforgettable years.

- Perhaps it can't be said that he has been to many more places with Cristiano, and every moment with Cristiano is the most colorful and memorable moment in his world that is gradually gray and withered.

It is these wonderful memories that have turned his world into complete black and white as he struggles to stop and delay.

Kaka knew full well that there was a restless, thick mass of stuff shouting inside him, and every time he listened to it on TV, he screamed "GOAL!" Cristiano Ronaldo！ And one step closer.

He took a deep breath, and by the time he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the stands at the Bernabeu, surrounded by fans who were frantically waving their arms and frantically shouting the names of the team and their kings.

Cristiano Ronaldo。

The tip of his tongue pressed to his mouth, and he almost shouted out the name he had thought about a thousand times and whispered in the dark of night with such an eager atmosphere.

But he bit into the soft flesh of his mouth, and the pain made him sober for a moment.

Once again, Kaka's eyes fell on the green pitch, surrounded by a sea of revelry, Cristiano Ronaldo! Another goal!

"Beautiful shot! Four to zero! ......" was the voice of the commentator on the side, and Kaka looked over to see that a beautiful little boy next to him was broadcasting the broadcast of the ball game.

Although he didn't understand why he was watching the broadcast when he was already there, he didn't care about the little boy's sound, he listened to the commentator start to excitedly count all the goals of Cristiano, the data maniac, the goal machine.

"Beautiful goal! This time, though, Ronaldo didn't strike his signature celebratory pose......," the narrator said again.

But Kaka didn't have the heart to listen, he subconsciously leaned forward and stared at the man on the court-

That face has traces engraved by time, not as young as when he was young, but still very beautiful, and still likes to make many small expressions like when he was young, which also makes him look very vivid.

He also knows that there are many little girls on social platforms who like to call Cristiano and call him a beautiful legend of Portugal, which is quite correct and pertinent.

Those girls must not know how beautiful Cristiano can be, and that kind of beauty, only he has had the pleasure of hugging.

Cristiano.

Kaka smiled slightly, and even when he heard the name, his soul trembled, both painful and pleasant.

His Cristiano, Kaka thought, could still remember the little expression of the other man clearly, how in the night, in his arms, wrinkled his nose cutely and let out a thin whimper, begging him to give him everything to get to that other side, how he put his fingers in his hair, squeezed himself tightly into the other's chest, and let the tip of his nose linger with the refreshing scent of the boy's aftershave.

Kaka didn't know how he remembered those again, he shook his head, and his gaze returned to the man, still with a lot of small expressions-

For example, Cristiano frowned slightly, although it didn't look obvious on the surface, Kaka knew Cristiano and knew that it was because he was not satisfied with the winning shot he shot, and even if he won, it was not beautiful enough.

Cristiano Ronaldo always demands himself with such high self-discipline and standards.

Kaka didn't know how hot his eyes were, but when he saw the man trotting towards the corner of the Bernabeu after winning, he suddenly cringed and nervous, and he hid himself deeper behind his scarf.

This corner stand was the place where he kissed Cristiano when he first couldn't bear the suffering of his crush, and from then on it was like their secret garden, and when he won the game, he ran to it tacitly, like a pleasant game.

Kaka didn't know what Cristiano meant by running here at this time, was it because he happened to be close? Or is it because of that tacit game? But he remembered that a few years ago, this tacit little game was unilaterally canceled by him.

Kaka's heart was beating fast, and every time he sneaked to watch the game, he would secretly promise in his heart that if he won this game, he would go to Cristiano, no matter what kind of attitude the other party would have towards his appearance, he would go to him and be brave.

However, every time, when he realized that Cristiano was going to win, he was timid again, and he made other excuses for himself, not this time, next time.

Like a thief, he sneaked up on Cristiano and saw the light in his eyes when he won, as if he could steal a glimmer of time for himself.

But he never dared to stand in front of Cristiano, he was afraid of seeing only the calmness of turning the page in Cristiano's eyes, and he was even more afraid of being stiffened, embarrassed, and unconcealed in front of the other party, like an ugly clown.

God forgive me for my cowardice and cowardice.

But this time, Kaka saw Cristiano running towards their secret corner, his heart suddenly came to life, whether it was a coincidence or not, Kaka pursed his lips hard, he made up his mind, he was going to find him, after this ball was over.

"Oh, we see that Ronaldo seems to be looking up for something! He looked in the direction of the stands! Are you looking at the family seats? ”

"Oh, the camera also happened to cut to Ronaldo's family seat at this time! But unfortunately, the family seats for this game are empty, and it seems that Ronaldo seems to be a little disappointed......"

Kaka listened to the voice of the little boy next to him playing the broadcast commentary, his heart suddenly clenched, he didn't expect the family seat to be empty, he thought at least Junior would be there.

He should have been there, he should have cheered for Cristiano when he came over, he should have told him that he had always been and had never missed a game.

Kaka's mind flashed with a lot of remorse for a moment, but he thought he still had a chance to make amends.

However, in the next moment, a shocking cry suddenly erupted on the court and in the audience, and everyone stood up suddenly, and Kaka was blocked in the dense crowd because of his previous shaking.

The disadvantages of ordinary seats. He didn't know what was going on on the field.

But what can cause so much energy in the whole stadium, Kaka's palms suddenly have a lot of cold sweat, only their king, the king of the Bernabeu, Cristiano Ronaldo.

What happened to him?

"Oh God, he's down! Just fell straight and straight?! The team doctor has arrived at the scene, but we don't know exactly what's going on yet! The scene has become a mess! ......" The broadcast commentary on the little boy's phone continues.

Kaka jerked at the little boy's screen.

I saw a replay broadcast on the screen, and at the same time, the voice of the narrator sounded: "Let's see what happened just now!?" There was no physical collision, no contact, and Ronaldo suddenly fell straight to the ground! Oh my God, his teammates and the manager have already run up to the field to surround him, what the hell is going on?! ”

The narrator exclaimed, and even asked incoherently twice, but no one could give him an answer.

Kaka's face turned pale, he saw the replay, saw Cristiano frown indistinctly, a seemingly casual hand raised, the palm of his hand had not had time to touch the height of his chest, and the next second, he suddenly closed his eyes, and smashed hard, as if unconsciously, into the green field.

"No, no, no......" Kaka muttered, as if something had been viciously taken out of his life, from his flesh and bones, and he jerked away from the frenzied fans in front of him and rushed to the front stands—

His Cristiano, his boy, fell to the ground without knowing anything, and he was so close that he couldn't even get close.

The team doctor was resuscitating Cristiano, and Kaka quickly realized what was going on here – it was the heart.

Cristiano once told him that at the age of fifteen he almost couldn't kick because of a heart problem, just like he almost couldn't kick because of a spinal problem, but luckily they were all God's favored children, they survived, and they stood at the top of the game.

Kaka once had a fear after knowing this, and he always had to put his palm on the boy's chest, to feel that the heart was beating vigorously now, he liked to hug Chris tightly after the goal, and he liked the two people's chests to stick together without gaps, which made him clearly feel that the boy's heartbeat was as strong and steady as his.

It won't be like this.

"God, it's cardiac arrest, the news came from the scene, my God, Cristiano Ronaldo, how could he ...... He can survive, hundreds of millions of fans are praying for him, his teammates are kneeling beside him, clasping their hands in prayer, he has to survive......"

The voice of the relay came.

Kaka was almost desperate as he saw a gap, then recklessly jumped out of the audience, slammed through the cluttered security lines, and sprinted into Chris's encirclement.

The security guards couldn't even stop him, the sturdy and hard physical confrontation, maybe because he disappeared for too long because of the injury, no one remembered what kind of kid Ricardo Wright in Milan was back then, and it seemed that they put the beautiful words of gentleness and tolerance on him, and even he himself forgot what he used to be.

"Who?! What about the security guards?! Cristiano's team-mate, who had just moved over, stopped Kaka, who didn't need to break into another inexplicable fanatical fan in the midst of chaos.

But soon, someone recognized it, and Benzema exclaimed: "Kaka?!" God, why are you here?! Chris, Chris He...... Woo...... You should have come sooner......"

The teammate who stopped Kaka immediately let go of his hand when he heard this, everyone knew the Real Madrid twins, Cristiano and Kaka, but the other had long since disappeared.

Kaka choked with despair at the sound of Benzema's voice, and he paused before rushing into the team doctor faster.

He saw Cristiano lying on the ground, without the slightest expression, as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Kaka felt like his life had been taken away, he felt like a hand had been pulled into his throat, clutching his stomach, he was filled with icy seawater, and he almost vomited.

He showed up, but Chris lay there motionless, oh my God.

Kaka couldn't control his voice and let out a mournful whimper, if the Heavenly Father wants to punish him for his mistakes, then punish him alone, why Chris?

He grabbed Cristiano's hand, pressed it to his lips and kissed it, "Cris...... Cris…… My boy, please ......"

The teammates around him watched in silence, their eyes full of prayer and despair.

If Heavenly Father hears you, I ask you not to take Cristiano with you.

Soon the stretcher came, the ambulance came, and only two people were allowed to go with the car, one of whom was undoubtedly their head coach.

Cristiano's team-mates wanted to go up, but soon coach Ancenotti decided on another man's place.

He looked at Kaka and whispered, "Kaka, come up, maybe you can bring a little miracle at this time, pray for Chris." ”

Kaka almost burst into tears, and he quickly climbed into the ambulance and grabbed Cristiano's hand tightly.

……

Cristiano lost consciousness in the crowd screaming and cheering for him, and when he saw the empty family seats, he knew he was still left behind, as he had done so many other games, just like he had been years ago, he had become accustomed to it.

Kaka is a family first, faith first person, so he was left behind, of course, everything related to Kaka was like an accident that suddenly went off track, and now it is just back to normal.

Cristiano longs for family, he likes to have a big family, and he hopes that his mother, brother, and sister might be in a box with Kaka's family, or at least that seems comforting to him.

But apparently, after he came out to his family a few years ago, his family didn't want to be with Kaka, so no one came, none of them came, and it had been many times.

The position of the heart was faintly beating a little too fast, which made him uncomfortable, as if the blood was frozen from the position of the heart, and even the fingertips were instantly cold, he subconsciously raised his hand, but his arm was as heavy as a thousand stones.

Cristiano thought of the warning of his family doctor a few years ago, telling him that he had overdrawn his physical strength, and that his heart might still be able to beat steadily from the luck of fifteen years old to seventy or eighty years later, but not in a crazy sports player, he was thirty-seven years old, and it was long overdue for him to retire, but he didn't.

Maybe it's because he hasn't seen Portugal lift the Hercules Cup, which is a reason that everyone knows, but deep down, he knows that this is only part of the story, and what about the other part?

Perhaps, he thought, this was an excuse to invite Kaka in the most justified way. He hopes to have his best appearance in Kaka's eyes, even if it is only in the seconds when he scores.

When he was vaguely aware of what was happening, Cristiano didn't feel panic or regret, and even gave birth to a hint of relief from the bottom of his heart, this fucking life, perhaps abruptly ending on the court, is the best.

He was so tired.