Su Qingjia walked out of La Masia.
She knew about low-risk depression. She had even written several columns to introduce it.
There was always a fine line between a genius and a lunatic. Such patients usually had superhuman intelligence, and their ability to capture and accept things from the outside world was extremely high. For ordinary people, after knowing something, if they didn't touch it for a long time, they would quickly forget it. However, for people with low-risk depression, they would constantly repeat the characteristics of the thing in their minds and repeatedly consider other possibilities.
They were very closed in their hearts, and their conflicts were constantly intensifying. They were also extremely self-centered.
The chances of getting this disease were even rarer than winning the lottery. Heredity and the environment had certain influences. What was even more dangerous was that if low-risk depression was not treated properly, it would lead to a series of mental illnesses such as autism, multiple personality complex thinking disorder, and so on.
She felt a little helpless. After her rebirth, this was the first time she was so helpless about something. It was as if all his hard work had not been rewarded, all his hard work had not been exchanged for results, and all his smiles had not been asked.
Su Qingjia stood on the bus stop platform and quietly watched the people coming and going.
Now, she didn't know where to go, which train to take, or which stop to get off.
She didn't know what she could do for the gentle boy who used to hold flowers and smile on the street.
She did not know what she could do for the thoughtful boy who had once braved the heavy rain to give her a gift.
She didn't know what she could do for the stubborn boy who had trained so hard to run on the green field.
She remembered reading a book before. We all yearned to become the flashy Great Sage Equal to Heaven, but later on, we all became Sun Wukong who learned from the scriptures. We all yearned to become heroes in troubled times, but later on, we became bears waiting for rescue. We always talked about the future, and then the word became the past.
Life would always give you a painful blow when you were not paying attention.
Su Qingjia wanted to help this lonely boy. He was like a planet, living so far away, using all the light and heat to raise a rose.
Such a hardworking and warm youth, his future should not have been abandoned to the wilderness so early. He should have been shining brightly. He should not be isolated by everyone. He deserved all the good things.
Su Qingjia wiped her tears. She wanted to find him and help him. If she gave up on Carlos, he would really have nothing.
She turned around and ran back to La Masia.
Rexatch poured a glass of water for the mature little girl." You're doing this for Carlos, right? I think Bella, you should know about his illness.”
"Yes, supervisor. I'm sorry to disturb you. I heard that La Masia is going to stop training Carlos, right?”
"Yes and no." Rexatch pulled the stool over." Bella, I'm very grateful that you've discovered a genius for La Masia. I understand how you feel.”
Seeing Su Qingjia's solemn expression, Rexsac continued,""It's true that we see the light of the future in Carlos, but he has flaws.”
"Could it be that his brilliance is not enough to cover up his flaws?”Su Qingjia asked.
Rexatch knocked on the coffee table." You're right. His brilliance is enough to cover up these flaws. Bella, we've suspended his training, not forever. This competition is just a fuse. We've been consciously guiding his psychological problems. These are all guided by professional psychologists, but now he has reached a zero boundary point. We can only let him calm down temporarily.”
"What if he can't calm down?" Su Qingjia frowned. What will happen to you?"
" We'll get a psychiatrist to treat it. You know, this disease is very rare, and the treatment methods are very limited. His talent does not allow us to bury his football career. Vela, he will shine in Barcelona.”
Su Qingjia closed his eyes and took a deep breath."Will his treatment be carried out in secret?”
"His mental illness is still a secret, but low-risk depression is difficult to grasp. We haven't found an effective cure for it for more than a year. If necessary, we can only publicly treat him and seek more help. Many teams would be interested in this disease.”Leksaki said.
"Mr. Supervisor! Are you using Carlos as a lab rat? Have you thought about it? This will become a stain on him. Once he enters the media's field of vision, this will become a weapon to destroy him.”In the age of media, every flaw could be magnified infinitely. She didn't know how this would affect Carlos.
" I'm afraid so." Leksaki waved his hand and sighed." On this path, everyone is destined to lose something. We've already bet a lot on him. Bella, we have to see something in return.”
*
Carlos was sitting on a chair in the Plaza de Colombo. The tall sycamore tree cast a mottled shadow. The salty sea breeze accompanied the horn of departure, taking away the fully loaded cargo ship. After so many years, ships came and went in the deep water port, and only the " Lania " was still anchored here. The bronze hero could never raise its sail.
Carlos looked at the sea from the bench closest to the port every day. In the morning, seagulls would take off from here. In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sea orange. He just watched as the sun kept changing colors and brightness above his head.
At the end of the last match, he lost the qualification to be transferred to the U14 team. The special training that the coaches had given him was also stopped. After running around the green field several times, he forced himself to accept the fact that he had become the abandoned one.
A warrior had already lost the right to fight before he even stepped onto the battlefield.
Carlos thought that everything about him seemed to have shattered just like the elite of the national team who had trained with him. The only difference was the time.
After Coach Bernajes's punishment, he ran to the Plaza de Colombo alone in the yellow team jersey. Night had already fallen, and the square was filled with revelry again.
Bella told him that he had wandered to Spain and failed three times before finding the New World. She believed that he would succeed.
And he had disappointed her.
Carlos looked in the direction where Colombus was pointing for a long time. The sea was as calm as ever, but he could not see the outline of hope.
Carlos picked up a piece of gravel and threw it into the sea. The white waves quickly covered the ripples caused by the stone.
"Carlos, do you think you're so great? In such a game, you only show yourself. Do you think you can win the World Cup for Spain alone?”
"If I had to choose, I'd rather have the ten of us united than a lone wolf like you. You're simply a piece of rat sh * t.”
"My football philosophy is not to fight alone. Carlos, your problem is too big.”
"You might not be suitable for football…"
"You might not be suitable for football…"
Coach Bernajs 'words made Carlos despair. He did not know what he should do this time.
Carlos brushed his blonde hair that hadn't been washed for a few days. He didn't dare to see Bella. He was afraid to see Bella's disappointed eyes.
*
Su Qingjia searched all over Rambla Avenue. Before the sun set, she found the blond boy who had worried her for several days on the left side of the statue of Colombo.
He sat on the chair in a daze. The shadow of the parasol tree fell on the ground, and the afterglow dyed the sea with a magnificent rose-like color. It was as grand as the final curtain call.
His loneliness came from the bottom of his heart.
Su Qingjia thought. She suddenly didn't dare to get close to Carlos. He was like a tree, rotting from the roots.
In this beautiful country where people came and went, he always seemed to be alone. He had no family or companions. He only had himself.
In his inner world, there was an endless sea. He was alone on the island in the middle, watching the sunrise and sunset, the ebb and flow of the tide.
He could hardly see any hope. The place further away than the sea was still the sea.
Su Qingjia looked at Carlos's blonde hair that had been dyed red. She wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her head deep in it.
She thought that she couldn't help him. He was too lonely inside. She couldn't become Moses who saved the world, lead him out of Egypt, cut open the waves of the Red Sea, and bring him olive leaves.
The stars rose from the sea. Carlos stood up silently and looked at the bronze statue for a while before leaving.
Su Qingjia did not call him. She watched him walk through the lively bars, bookstores, greenhouses, and finally back to La Masia.
She saw his eyes from afar, which were gray and filled with despair.
*
For the next two weeks, Carlos continued to be in this state. He left early and returned late. La Masia became his lodging place at night. The young players gradually forgot his existence. The coaches had been sad about it, but as time passed, they did not care.
Only the ivy by Carlos's bed was still waiting for him to wipe it day and night.
Carlos didn't want the leaves of the ivy to get dusty. He wanted to wake up and see the color of its jade-it was Bella's first birthday present for him.
Oleg brought him another rainbow lollipop, but he did not eat it. He placed it in the corner with the yellow team uniform.
He ran across half of the city and arrived at Plaza de Colombo. There was fresh bread and milk on the bench, a plate of washed apples and strawberries, and a large bottle of water-enough for him to eat for a day.
Bella had prepared it for him. Carlos knew that since Thursday two weeks ago, there would be food here every day.
He picked up the kettle and removed the note on it."Carlos, I look forward to seeing you run on the field.”
Carlos read it carefully three times and then put the note in his pocket. This was the 15th note, and it was green.
After thinking for a while, Carlos took out the other notes from his pocket. There were many colors, and each of them was precious to him. He read them carefully and slowly.
He had not seen Bella for more than half a month.
He missed her so much.
Carlos picked up a strawberry. The red juice was very sweet, and the Mediterranean sun gave it room to grow.
Carlos wondered if he should work hard and try to get back to running on the field.
He did not know the answer.
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