I Love You in Football was a love poem that started from youth.
28 There’s a boy who loves her and will always love her

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"Su Qingjia, I miss you."

"Su Qingjia, I miss you."

"Su Qingjia, I miss you."

Carlos's big move made Su Qingjia dizzy. Who could tell her why Carlos was speaking in Chinese? F * ck, Chinese?

Su Qingjia sobered up for a long time before her soul returned a little. She sized up the handsome blond man in formal attire from head to toe and came to a conclusion.

"Your account was hacked?"

Carlos didn't understand what she said. He blinked his big blue-gray eyes, revealing a little confusion and innocence, and continued,""Su Qingjia, I miss you."

Well, looking at Carlos's giant Labrador's stupid face, red cheeks, and shaking right ear, Su Qingjia was sure that Carlos's tongue hadn't changed.

As for Chinese, Su Qingjia bet that he only knew how to say that sentence.

Su Qingjia finally managed to sort out his confusion. He raised his head and said in Spanish,"Who asked you to dress like this?"

Carlos smiled shyly. His eyes were blinking, and his eyelashes were fluttering. He said happily,""I, I won't tell you."

Su Qingjia didn't know what to say, but what was with his tone?

Looking at the little golden retriever who was still smiling foolishly, Su Qingjia suddenly sighed and said," Carlos, it doesn't suit you at all. I don't like it.”

Carlos's smile slowly disappeared. He looked at the pink angel in the cheongsam. He stopped pushing the luggage cart and just stood there in a daze. His eyelashes stopped trembling. His voice was small, and there was a hint of complaint and grievance."But, but Oleg told me that you would like it. He said that I'm great like this. I, I…you, how can you not like it?”

Su Qingjia took the luggage cart from him and pushed it away.

"Hey, let's go. My parents are still waiting for me.”Su Qingjia turned around and smiled at Carlos, looking like an angel under the sunlight.

Carlos heard the angel say," Actually, I was just lying to you. You're super handsome today. I like it very much."

It was like the sound of flowers blooming in his heart.

Carlos couldn't help but scratch his head and giggle. When Su Qingjia walked away, he realized that something was wrong. Before he was about to run, he thought about it again and smoothed his hair.

In less than a minute, Carlos caught up with her. Su Qingjia looked at the little golden retriever who was helping her pack her luggage and sighed in her heart. He was indeed born after eating so much nutritious food in La Masia.

Looking at this handsome young man who was red in color and did not look too crooked, the strange auntie felt a sense of relief as if she had just raised a son in her family.

*

Su Qingjia didn't want to go to La Masia for the past two days, and Louis didn't let her practice the piano either. The reason was that she was impetuous and needed a good rest to adjust.

Su Jingkang and Ming Ling also thought that their daughter had not recovered from the sadness of leaving her grandparents, so they did not dare to tell their daughter much. Every day, they could not wait to rack their brains to make their daughter smile.

Su Qingjia was very distressed now. She was so distressed that she couldn't even eat the afternoon tea that Ming Ling had meticulously made for her. The piano music that she played was messy, like a tangled cotton thread. It was tied into a dead knot and couldn't be untied no matter how hard she tried.

After her rebirth, Su Qingjia had never encountered such a difficult problem. Even when she was tested by Louis last time, she did not feel that it was so difficult. This problem was not only difficult, but it could also cause a big problem.

As for the problem?

Of course, it was not as they thought. Su Qingjia was an adult who was almost thirty years old mentally. Although parting was bitter, they would always meet again.

Su Qingjia was quite open-minded about this matter.

What troubled her was a card on the table.

The pink cardboard was not special. It was very neat and had no creases. It was light and did not have much quality.

However, Su Qingjia had been thinking hard about this for a few days, so much so that she didn't have time to make her perfume.

There were only two sentences on the paper, written in Chinese characters. The black strokes were very smooth, without the feeling of stagnation or filling.

"Su Qingjia, I miss you.

- Carlos "

It was exactly the same Chinese as Carlos, and it was still the same sentence that made her confused for a long time.

The strange auntie was very squarish now. She had been squarish ever since Carlos gave her the paper.

The only magic weapon that could save the strange auntie was the spicy stick, but Spain did not have it.

Su Qingjia silently picked up her little gesture and bit her finger.

When Carlos said this to her on the flight back to Spain that day, she felt that something was wrong. However, she didn't think too much about it and just let it go.

However, when Carlos passed the card to her with a blushing face and then ran away like lightning, she knew that something bad was going to happen.

This was obviously Carlos 'confession!

This little golden retriever seemed, maybe, maybe, it seemed, she guessed…

Had an Oedipus complex?

Alright, Su Qingjia denied this thought. After all, she was not as old as Carlos, but...

This didn't make sense! Roar!

It was like raising a naughty son and worrying about him every day, playing with him, tutoring him, afraid that the naughty son would run away somewhere, but one day, the naughty son would say to you, Mom, I like you, can you be my girlfriend?

It was simply destroying his worldview, alright?

Su Qingjia didn't know what to do. Should he tell Carlos that he had always treated him like a son and couldn't accept it? However, she was afraid that Carlos would be agitated. Now that the little golden retriever had finally started to become better, she did not want other things to disturb him.

She finally managed to get Carlos out of the island and let him see the direction of the new continent. She did not want those beautiful lands to become a mirage.

This was obviously not feasible.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would think of Carlos's dimple on his left cheek. His gentle gaze made her uneasy.

Su Qingjia didn't even need to think to know how difficult it was for a Spanish to learn Chinese, not to mention that his pronunciation was perfect. Coupled with Carlos's neat handwriting, although it wasn't handsome, at least it was neat. She could see that this young man had put his burning heart into it.

She touched the black lines with her hand. Carlos used a lot of strength to write, leaving grooves on the cardboard. Su Qingjia traced the words many times along the traces of the pen. The black ink had long soaked into the fine fibers and could not be wiped away.

Just like that blond youth who was smiling while holding flowers, he had long integrated into her life and could not be separated from her.

*

The winter wind moved from the far north to Spain, and the rainy season arrived. Carlos felt depressed when he did not get a response from Su Qingjia.

Just like the pitter-patter of rain, his heart was gloomy and gloomy, unable to shine into the sun.

He knew why Bella did not reply to him, and he also knew that he was a little impulsive.

He comforted himself again and again, telling himself that Bella was still young. She was only an eleven-year-old girl. She did not know what it meant to be moved.

But he had always been attracted to her.

Carlos was a mature boy. His heart had been forced to grow up early because of too much pain and loneliness. He understood his goal, he knew how to pursue his dreams, and he knew what it meant to like someone.

That day, when he left the airport, he kept replaying Bella's compliments in his mind. She said that he was handsome and that he was great. To him, all the voices in the world could not compare to Bella's affirmation of him. It was clearly September, but he felt like a warm wind was blowing, blowing away the flowers on the grass.

Oleg's teasing and the coach's teasing could be ignored.

That night, Bella's smile appeared in his dream. He dreamed of the girl walking towards him with a smile. Then, she reached out her white hand and used her slender and tender fingers to slowly unbuckle her pink cheongsam. One, two, three...

Then, the beautiful dress fell to her feet and a flower appeared.

Her slender and elegant legs crossed the clothes. One step, two steps, three steps…

She placed her hand on his collar…

The next day, Carlos woke up early as usual. He quietly threw the wet sheets into the trash can, washed his face with cold water, and went downstairs to train. This was the happiest day he had been in months.

In that charming dream, there was a sweet smile, a soft murmur, and many other beautiful things that he had imagined.

When he was practicing, he thought about it for a long time. In the end, he decided to muster up the courage to confess to Bella.

Yes, a confession.

He liked this black-haired doll. He had liked her for a long time, but he did not dare to say it.

The black and white world that was completely uninteresting to him, after she quietly flew into his heart, those beautiful scenery and stories seemed to have color for the first time in his life. He seemed to be so close to warmth.

He yearned for this girl as much as he yearned for the green field, or perhaps even more.

After writing a few pieces of paper, Carlos finally mustered up the courage to hand the pink card to Bella.

He still remembered that it was the last weekend before school started in September. It was still a sunny day, and the slightly cool wind blew over. Bella's hair swayed on the ground and twirled in front of her chest.

His face turned red, and his forehead began to sweat. After Bella accepted it, he was really afraid that he could not help but touch her hair. With the speed he was proud of, he ran away.

He waited and waited, for a day, two days, and slowly for weeks. Bella had not come to La Masia, let alone come to him.

Carlos's heart turned cold bit by bit.

However, he knew that this was only the beginning. He would not give up easily.

On the road of chasing his dream, what he hoped for the most was the encouragement and shouts of that girl.

Without her, everything would be worthless.

His Asian girl was still young. He could wait until she nodded and until she was old enough.

But before that, he had to let the girl know that there was a boy who loved her and would always love her.

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