A beautiful day began with breakfast.
Ming Ling made Pancon Tomate (a type of bread from Spain), especially adding extra cheese and ham, soaking a cup of sweet milk, and placing fresh roses in a vase on the dining table. The sparkling dew made her feel fragrant.
"Beautiful lady, please forgive me for being blunt. If this was April 23rd, I would not be able to resist giving you the most beautiful rose.”
Ming Ling covered her mouth and giggled. She turned her head and scratched Su Qingjia's beautiful nose." That's a very interesting compliment, but the roses should be given by your father. I think I'll like his rare romantic actions and give him an interesting book."”
"Alright, seeing that you like it, I'll reluctantly give him a chance to perform.”Su Qingjia shrugged.
She was wearing a white dress with a palm-wide ribbon tied around her waist. On her head was a hat of the same style. The ribbon was tied into a flower in an ingenious way. Her black and smooth long hair fell softly on her shoulders, and her bangs reached her eyebrows. Ming Ling looked at her doll-like daughter and was a little worried. She squatted down and hugged her.
"Bella will definitely be a beautiful girl in the future. Oh, if April 23rd comes, my baby will receive roses from other boys. Mommy can't bear to part with it.”
"I won't let Qingjia go out on that day.”Su Jingkang gave her a reassuring look and took a rose from the vase on the table." Even if it's not Valentine's Day, you will still receive a rose."”
Ming Ling held the long stalk in her hand, and her shy and timid appearance made Su Jingkang's heart flutter.
If his daughter wasn't here, he would have considered giving her a deep kiss.
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[Note: April 23rd is St. George's Day in Spain's Catalan region. It is also the local traditional Valentine's Day. According to custom, most men will give roses to their girlfriends or wives, and women will give books in return.]
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Su Qingjia took a green satin bag and wrapped some change. This bag was made by his grandmother. The stitches were fine and the pattern was beautiful. Su Qingjia brought it to Spain with him.
She had lost this bag when she was about ten years old. She had been sad for a long time. Her grandmother had made her a new bag, but it did not make her happy. Now that she had seen the small bag from her childhood, she was very happy.
After packing the toys, books, clothes, and some other things from the embassy, the group headed to the orphanage.
There were four children in the car. Su Qingjia didn't like to go out, so he didn't have much impression of these faces.
Su Qingjia glanced at the two girls. One of them looked to be eleven or twelve years old. She held her head high like a white swan.
The other one was about the same age as her. She was a little timid, had her mouth on her back, and was thin and small.
The two boys tried their best to please the white swan, but the white swan was a little impatient.
Su Qingjia rubbed his temples. A young man who had just fallen in love couldn't be hurt.
After pausing for a while, Su Qingjia decided to go forward and communicate with his peers." Hello, I'm Su Qingjia. I'm eight years old this year. Can I be your friend?"”
The little girl was obviously a little scared, but when she remembered what her father had told her before, she still reached out to hold the other party's hand." You... Hello... I'm Liu Mengya, this year... I'm eight years old this year.”
Su Qingjia had the mentality of a strange aunt, so she naturally didn't care about Liu Mengya's stuttering. She consciously guided her to communicate with her.
The feeling of "teasing" a child was still very good. If the white swan could not stare at him with that arrogant gaze of "you will regret it", it would be even more perfect.
The relationship between children was always established very quickly. Liu Mengya had already regarded Su Qingjia as a very good friend. When she got out of the car, she had to hold Su Qingjia's hand.
Su Qingjia was speechless.
Today, they came to visit the children in the orphanage. The white swan seemed to know them very well and took them to send things to a group of foreign friends.
Every time Su Qingjia was about to send something to the child, it would be snatched away by the white swan and given to someone else. It would even give him a look that said,"You idiot."
After three or four times in a row, Su Qingjia lost her emotions. However, as a strange auntie, she naturally wouldn't lower herself to the level of a little girl who was acting like a princess.
After asking for his father's permission, Su Qingjia wandered around the orphanage alone.
The orphanage was transformed from a relocated school. There was a small playground in the innermost part. Su Qingjia swayed and finally leaned against a tree and closed her eyes to rest.
Oh, the beautiful sunshine, the Mediterranean climate, the wet wind, and the absence of white swans. It couldn't be better.
From time to time, rustling sounds could be heard. Barcelona was as beautiful as a painting in this season.
Unlike Italy, which had been stable for thousands of years, Spain was wild and fascinating.
All conflicts could reasonably coexist here. Magnificent monuments and avant-garde modern buildings stood side by side. The Mediterranean sun shone on the snowy peaks of the Pyrenees. Flamenco's enthusiasm and the small bars were charming in the night.
Barcelona, as the " flower of Europe," had turned itself into an epic piece of land.
Su Qingjia closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. However, she suddenly realized that other than the rustling of leaves, there seemed to be heavy breathing.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Su Qingjia followed the sound and walked around the grove.
The afternoon sun was a little piercing. Su Qingjia carefully walked in the shade.
It was a small field, only a quarter of the size of the one he had just seen. There was a one-way track, very short, and a boy with blond hair was running.
He seemed to have run for a long time. From afar, Su Qingjia saw that his clothes were already wet.
After running for another ten minutes, the boy stopped and sat cross-legged under the shade of the tree. He picked up the water bottle beside him and drank some water.
About five minutes later, the boy stood up.
Only then did Su Qingjia realize that at the end of the track, there was a net made of tree branches. It was very simple. The boy ran over to set up a jar and ran back to play football.
After running back and forth more than twenty times, the boy kicked the jar almost every time, even though the distance was not very far.
The blond man was obviously not satisfied with this result. He hammered the ground a few times in frustration. She raised her head and saw Su Qingjia.
Su Qingjia had been a strange auntie who had been spying on young hunks for so long. She was a little embarrassed to be found out, so she took the initiative to stand up.
When she walked in, she realized that the boy's sweat looked like he had just taken a shower. His blond hair was curled up in a mess. He was wearing Barcelona sportswear, which looked like it was given to him by the government for free.
To Su Qingjia's surprise, the boy had two bags tied to his legs. They were simple and could be used as sandbags. The water bottle in his hand was very old. It was blue and badly worn, but it was still usable.
The football in his arms must have been used by him for a long time. The can that he had just kicked down was still spinning back and forth.
However, he was very beautiful. He had a pair of blue eyes that were a little gray. It was a strange and seductive combination. His nose was tall and straight like a Westerner's, and his eyebrows were very thick.
Barcelona's official languages were Spanish and Catalan. Su Qingjia, who had lived here for many years in her previous life, could naturally speak them fluently.
It was just that after her rebirth, she should only be able to speak simple Spanish in the eyes of her parents.
Su Qingjia was speechless.
As a fake football fan who had written several articles about football and personally visited some clubs, Su Qingjia knew a thing or two about football training.
The boy wanted to use the method of tying sandbags to train his physical strength. It seemed to be right for ordinary people to do so, but in football training, this would not have much effect.
Su Qingjia had come uninvited and looked at him for so long. He was so handsome. Su Qingjia still wanted to help this boy.
In this country, football was a toy that almost every child could play a few times. The handsome men of the two big families had fascinated the world.
"Hello!" Su Qingjia greeted him in Spanish.
"I saw you playing football. You played very well.”The boy ignored Su Qingjia and hugged the ball tightly with his head lowered. Su Qingjia could only see his golden hair that was even more dazzling under the sun.
He praised it in his heart. It was a very pure color.
"Do you like football very much? I've seen you train for a long time. Are you exercising?"
“……”
"My name is Bella. What's yours?"
“……”
"I'm eight years old this year. How old are you this year?”
“……”
"I like football too. Can we play football together?”
“……”
Su Qingjia racked his brains to find a topic to talk about, but the boy was too cold and could not say a word.
After thinking for a while, Su Qingjia continued to play a one-man show.
"You know what? The method of tying sandbags to one's feet was not very useful for football.”The little girl's voice was a little soft. Su Qingjia carefully observed the boy's reaction.
Sure enough, this time, the boy didn't just sit there in a daze. His right ear moved, and Su Qingjia could see it clearly from his angle.
So cute ^*(--)*^
After finding the theme, Su Qingjia continued," Physical fitness is not just about 'endurance.' Jogging at a balanced pace can indeed improve jogging ability, but it can't improve physical fitness in football matches. Moreover, the sandbag would only prevent you from growing taller.”
This time, the boy finally raised his head, and Su Qingjia saw his eyes again.
It was so beautiful, like a deep ocean, with a melancholic feeling. It was hidden under her long and curly eyelashes.
Your tear is a star in the sky.
Su Qingjia suddenly thought of this sentence.
" You have to know that football is a sport. It includes many sprints and high-intensity, non-oxygen movements. In between, there are some low-intensity periods of oxygen recovery in order to prepare for the next high-intensity round.”
Su Qingjia rambled on and on, thinking that the boy might not understand what she was talking about, so she was thinking about how to explain it.
A hoarse and dry voice sounded in his ears.
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