Su Qingjia was wearing a pink sports short-sleeved shirt and a white tennis skirt. Her black hair was tied up high, revealing her smooth forehead. She carried a white backpack on her back and smiled at herself in the mirror." Su Qingjia, come on, Carlos still needs you."
She wanted to live up to herself and the youth's sincere heart.
The pearl bracelet on her white wrist shone in the summer sun.
The bronze statue was still standing on the Plaza de Colombo.
"Carlos, long time no see." Su Qingjia sat beside him.
Carlos was stunned for a long time. Surprise, joy, worry, and annoyance flashed in his eyes. He picked up the fruit plate and stammered,""You…you…Bella, eat something.”
Su Qingjia took out two pieces of paper from her bag and handed them to Carlos. Then, she picked up a cherry and said,""Take it first."
Carlos flapped his ears and took it with trembling hands. Two tickets, FC Barcelona versus Atlético Madrid, held at the famous Camp Nou stadium, this morning.
Su Qingjia tied the cherry stem into a knot and spat it out together with the core. Her tongue was very nimble."Let's go watch the game. Just accompany me, okay?”
" I…" Carlos hesitated.
"I've been in Barcelona for so long, but I've never been to the Nocampi Stadium. Aren't you willing to accompany your friend to fulfill his little wish?”Su Qingjia said.
The boy put the ticket into his pocket and tugged at the corner of his shirt."Then, are we leaving now?"
Su Qingjia smiled like a little fox. She tidied up the things on the bench, and the headband on her head attracted Carlos's eyes."Let's go, let's go. Otherwise, it's too late.”
The pride of the Red Team and Blue Team blossomed in the stadium that was just a wall away from La Masia. Su Qingjia hoped that this stadium, which could accommodate 100,000 spectators, could also accommodate Carlos, who was a little different from ordinary people.
La Liga had just started this season. She did not want some stories to leave before they were released.
Carlos carefully followed behind Su Qingjia. Along the way, he stole a few glances at Su Qingjia. He even carefully smoothed his hair through the car window by the roadside. His face was burning red.
The Camp Nou stadium was the largest stadium in Europe. Tens of thousands of games, big and small, had been held here. It was the home ground of the La Liga powerhouse, Barcelona. Every brick and tile here was engraved with Barcelona's glory, and every seat was the memory of several generations.
It had witnessed Barcelona's glorious moments of reaching the top of Europe several times and was the Jerusavia in the hearts of countless Red and Blue fans.
Su Qingjia and the others were seated on the second level of the stands. The blue seats gave them a panoramic view of the entire stadium. The vibrant colors ignited a raging flame in everyone's hearts.
Camp Nou's design was magnificent. The reinforced concrete building was filled with passionate sweat. As Barcelona's home ground, Camp Nou's stands were divided into three floors. The first and third floors were red seats, and the second floor was blue. The slope was relatively small, and the space was very open. It did not feel like a cramped birdcage.
The motto of the club,"MesQue UnClub"(more than one club), was engraved in Catalan on the stands opposite the stadium's podium.
At 9:30 AM, the whistle blew and the match officially began.
The battle for the top spot was filled with smoke.
The cheers in the stadium shook the sky. The faces of the fans, regardless of gender, old or young, were flushed red. Some of them even had blue veins popping out. They were shouting and cheering with almost all their strength until their voices were hoarse. They did not even have time to drink a mouthful of water, afraid of missing a wonderful scene.
This was the first time Carlos had actually walked into Camp Nou to watch a game. It was also the first time he had seen so many people worrying about the fate of a ball. Unlike the faint shouts he heard in the dormitory, he really felt the enthusiasm of the fans. The heat waves surged in the stadium. When Barcelona scored the first goal in the opening 53 minutes, their home team temporarily tied with Atletti Madrid.
The Barcelona fans sang in the stadium.
"We shouted on the pitch,
We are Barcelona fans.
We came from all directions, regardless of age or skin color.
The flag is flying high,
Blue and purple are its colors,
The team was fighting bravely.
Let us call its name,
Barcelona, Barcelona, Barcelona!"
Carlos also sang with them, sharing the glory brought to the city by the athletes who ran on the green field.
"The players and the fans are united.
We are invincible,
We keep scoring,
No one is your opponent. The powerful Barcelona is invincible.
The flag is flying high,
Blue-purple was its color.
Let us call its name,
Barcelona, Barcelona, Barcelona!"
Nearly 100,000 people sang, injecting a shot in the heart for the players.
The players 'every move touched everyone's heart. Su Qingjia had to speak to Carlos at the top of her voice. If her voice was too soft, she would be drowned in the heat wave.
"Carlos, look at how well they cooperate!”
"Yes, they are Barcelona, our pride!”Carlos replied. He was very excited and proud.
Su Qingjia pointed to the pitch." Look, number 6. He didn't score a single goal throughout the game, but he played several assists. Everyone is praising him. And look at the goalkeeper. He tried his best to intercept every time. If it weren't for him, the ball would have broken into the goal from the upper left corner. The shot just now was from No. 4. The angle he found was great. He was very creative.”
Carlos turned to look at her porcelain cheeks, and her blue-gray eyes were green.""Yeah, without any of them, we wouldn't have been able to play well.”
He could tell why Su Qingjia had brought him here. It was obvious that she wanted to tell him the meaning of being a team.
In this place that was only a wall away from the La Masia youth training camp, something was quietly sprouting in Carlos 'heart.
At the end of the game, the top of the list was Barcelona 2:1. The players knelt in the south stands of Camp Nou to express their gratitude to the fans. The Barcelona fans began to celebrate enthusiastically, and Su Qingjia and Carlos walked out of the stadium through the surging crowd.
Su Jingkang brought them lunch, a delicious pizza. Before leaving, the young father gave Su Qingjia a bottle.
It was a very ordinary long-necked bottle with an exquisitely crafted football at the bottom.
Su Qingjia shook the chain in his hand and glanced at him."Guess what I'm going to do with it?"
" I..." Carlos stared at the silver light in her hand, feeling uneasy.
"This is a bottle. Only by adding water can the football float from the bottom of the bottle.”Su Qingjia looked into his eyes." I'll accompany you now. We'll go find passers-by to get water, but remember, each person can only give you a small cup.”Su Qingjia took out a small cup that could only hold a few drops of water.
Carlos was at a loss. He instinctively resisted the cup, his eyes flickering.
"Carlos." Su Qingjia held his head with her hand." Listen to me. You're just afraid of communication and being hurt. But Carlos, this world is not that scary. You see, I was willing to walk into you, and we became very good friends, right? When others are unwilling to walk into you, you can also learn to walk into others.”
Su Qingjia handed the cup to him."Carlos, I'll be with you. Believe me, and let me believe you, okay?”
In the world of patients with low-risk depression, rejecting all unknown factors was their instinct. They had an unimaginable sensitivity to the world.
Su Qingjia wanted to take him away from that lonely sea. The New World was growing Fusang in the distance.
To become a football player, Carlos had to learn teamwork. Before that, he had to learn how to communicate with people, build a team, and integrate into the team.
The method she was using now was very old-fashioned, but it was at least recognized by the psychology community as an effective method to treat language communication barriers.
Carlos saw his own figure in her eyes. The girl under the shade of the tree was surrounded by a faint pearl luster.
"Then…don't leave." Carlos heard himself say.
Su Qingjia heaved a sigh of relief. This was an old-fashioned method, but at least it was still useful for now.
The fans were talking loudly in front of the Camp Nou stadium. The game just now made them unable to calm down for a long time. In fact, they could talk for days without stopping until the next game.
Carlos struggled to talk to the passers-by. He had never asked anyone for help. It was very difficult to speak.
Su Qingjia accompanied him.
She watched him stop the passerby, watched him say the first sentence, watched him fill the cup with water and pour it into the long-necked bottle.
In the hot season, his golden hair drooped on his forehead, and his clothes were quickly soaked with sweat.
Slowly, Carlos succeeded in getting gifts from many people. The football floated up a little.
Su Qingjia bought a large cup of vanilla-flavored ice cream with chocolate sprinkled on top. Su Qingjia took two spoons and gave each person a bite. Carlos's hands were inconvenient, so she could only feed him.
So sweet. Carlos smacked his lips and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
By the afternoon, Carlos had already filled two-thirds of it. The football floated on the surface of the water, and the transparent glass bottle reflected colorful light.
At the entrance of La Masia, the guard uncle received a delicious dinner and a large glass of sparkling cold beer. This was the best for the uncle.
Coach Benajes, whom he had not seen for many days, walked towards him. He was holding a cup the same size as Carlos's, filled with water.
"Boy, you don't need to ask me for help. I'll give you water directly.”While Carlos was still in a daze, Benajes had already poured the water in." But they need your apology."”
Carlos saw a group of familiar strangers in the direction where Bernajes was pointing. They were the members of the Yellow Team who had a conflict with him half a month ago. There were ten of them in total.
They stood beside the streetlights, each holding a small cup in their hands.
Carlos turned to look at Su Qingjia. Su Qingjia smiled at him and waved his left hand. The bracelet sparkled.
Clenching the bottle in his hand, he walked towards the Yellow Team members.
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