As time went by, Carlos 'Chinese improved by leaps and bounds. He could already communicate with Su Qingjia in a simple manner. Although training was very busy, the little golden retriever never missed a Chinese class. He always came early and wiped the tables and chairs in advance. Then he sat quietly in front of the window and practiced writing, waiting for Su Qingjia's arrival.
Facing Carlos, who was full of fighting spirit, Su Qingjia really couldn't bear to tell him that he was leaving.
However, how could there be a banquet in the world that would not end? What should come would come. Not saying anything did not mean that there was no harm. On the road of life, there are so many twists and turns. You will meet many people. Some will pass by your body, and some will live in your heart.
"Bella, is that how you say it?”Carlos asked after practicing for a while.
Su Qingjia's fleeting thoughts were pulled back. She nodded and bit her lip. After a moment of silence, she finally said,"Carlos, I have something to tell you.”
Carlos smiled, his dimples deep.""What is it? Tell me. Do you need my help?"
He smiled innocently. Su Qingjia turned her face away, not wanting to look at his bright blue-gray eyes."Carlos, I'm leaving this place. I'm going to America in October.”
Carlos 'smile froze on his face. His honey-filled dimples turned into a jar of bitter wine. From his body to his heart, it was so sour that he could not move.
A silence as long as a century, the death knell wailed on the battlefield.
"You…are leaving?" Carlos spoke very softly, as if he was afraid of blowing away a butterfly.
Su Qingjia could hear the confusion behind his soft murmurs. She stood up and stroked the young man's soft, fluffy blond hair." Carlos, I'm leaving. I'm going to America, across the ocean, to learn piano."”
Carlos didn't say anything. The pen in his hand had already fallen on the table and kept rolling.
"My teacher is going to teach in the United States, and he wants me to go with him. Carlos, I like piano, just like you like football.”Su Qingjia said," Let's work hard together in the future. What do you think?"
This was the first time Carlos had heard Bella speak to him so gently. It was like the siren's song, luring him into the abyss.
If I like you, will you like me?
Carlos really wanted to question her, but all the impulse turned into the word " Vale ". It was as if he had been pushed to the beach by a huge wave in his heart. The sun's exposure almost made him faint.
Carlos quickly cleaned up the table and picked up the pen that had rolled on the ground. He said calmly,""Bella, my training this afternoon has been brought forward. I have to go first, okay?”
How could Su Qingjia not know that this young man was looking for an excuse? She looked at his hand that was holding the stationery tightly, and her blue veins bulged. Then she nodded and smiled."Okay, then I'll leave too. Train well.”
After receiving Su Qingjia's reply, the young man calmly walked out of the classroom and quickly ran away at the next corner. Under the parasol tree, the wind whistled in his ears.
He was like a deserter, the knell of death ringing behind him. He did not fight for it, did not ask it to stay, did not expect it, and did not say goodbye. He just ran away from the girl who made him willing to fight.
He was just like Columbia without Queen Isabel's support. The Lania was close at hand, but the harbor of happiness could never be docked.
He knew that the girl who had walked into his life four years ago was about to leave him. Her hair was still so black and shiny, making him want to feel the softness of her touch. Her face was still so delicate, making him want to treasure her like a doll. Her world was still so vast, crossing the distance, and he was still a passerby in her life.
He carefully washed every leaf. The leaves with distinct veins were filled with water droplets that rolled down like tears.
*
In the blink of an eye, Su Qingjia had been busy saying goodbye to her relatives and friends, packing her luggage, and handling trivial matters. However, she hoped that she would not be idle. Liu Mengya, the white swan, and some of her friends threw a farewell party for her. Liu Mengya slowly became thinner, revealing her natural oval face. Her sharp chin was a little heartbreaking, but she still liked eating and Barbie dolls.
When her best friend was about to part, Liu Mengya pulled her along and cried her heart out. Then, she gave all her newly bought Barbie dolls to Su Qingjia.
The white swan had become much gentler after dating Zhou Ce, but her neck was still raised high. She was quite happy that Su Qingjia had left, because after Su Qingjia left, she was the best student in the class.
On a quiet night, she would unconsciously think of that young man who had grown up little by little.
She had accompanied him for four years, and he had also accompanied her for four years.
Over the past 1,000 days and nights, he had been in every memory, like a tree and a vine, relying on each other.
Those broken shadows weaved into a beautiful shawl, connecting the youth of the two people.
After they parted ways in the small classroom that day, she had not seen Carlos again. Even when his birthday came, he did not come out to respond after waiting for a day in La Masia.
She handed the cake and gift to the beer drinking guard and asked him to pass it on to her.
This was the first time in four years that they weren't together to celebrate this beautiful boy's birthday.
The sunset was as grand as a funeral.
I don't know when I'll see you again. Su Qingjia thought that perhaps in the near future, this boy would forget her or become a memory of his youth. The passionate Spanish girl would bring an olive branch to this football genius, using graceful dance steps and sweet kisses to soothe the wounds in his heart.
Perhaps many years later, when he became a superstar, he would occasionally mention that a girl had passed through his life, but he could not remember her name.
On the night before he left, Su Qingjia stood in front of the French windows and looked at Barcelona for a long time. Barcelona was shining with charming lights in the dark night. The stars and the lights reflected each other, like a natural and artificial combination.
Tomorrow morning, she would board the plane and leave this land that she had lived in for four years, either permanently or temporarily.
In her previous life, she had never felt so sad about parting after studying for so many years. Su Qingjia sighed and walked back to her room, preparing to close the window.
Su Qingjia looked in the direction of the sound. A paper ball fell outside the window. She went to the balcony and picked it up.
It was a piece of paper, and in order to throw it up, there was a ball wrapped inside.
Su Qingjia opened it in confusion. It was written in beautiful Spanish in Carlos's handwriting." I'll wait for you downstairs."-- Carlos!"
She looked down and saw a person standing under the street lamp. It was indistinct, but she could still see that person's warm, shining blond hair.
Su Qingjia put on a thin cardigan and ran out. Her family was fast asleep, so her voice was very soft.
Carlos, why are you here?" She panted as she jogged.
Carlos looked at the girl who was blushing from exercising and his heart softened." You're leaving tomorrow. I…I can't bear to leave you."”
His tone was full of sorrow and bitterness. Su Qingjia's eyes were a little swollen. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice,"You only came to see me after I left. What did you do last month?”
"I'm sorry. Bella, it's my fault." Carlos was at a loss and could only apologize repeatedly. During this period of time, he had thought a lot, and those beautiful memories were as vivid as oil paintings. The first football that Vela had given him could no longer be kicked. It was quietly placed in the box.
As he ran back and forth on the vast green field, he suddenly understood.
This black-haired girl had once taught him to pursue his dreams. He hoped that he would no longer be an obstacle in her pursuit of progress, but rather, he would give her the most beautiful fresh meat when she took her last breath.
"Alright, alright, stop apologizing. It's so late. Why are you looking for me?”Su Qingjia kicked the stone beside his feet.
" I…" Carlos scratched his head.
"What is it? Tell me."
"I…"
Facing the little golden retriever who continued to scratch his head and blink his ears, Su Qingjia could only spread his hands." If you don't say it, I'm leaving." We still have to go to the airport tomorrow."
"I don't want to." Carlos stopped Su Qingjia, who was about to turn around, and said,""I…Um, wait a minute."
Under Su Qingjia's puzzled gaze, Carlos bit his lip and unzipped his shirt with a red face…
"What are you doing? What do you want!" Su Qingjia widened his eyes and quickly stopped him. "Wait, if you have something to say, talk it out. Don't take off your clothes. Let me tell you, you're not allowed to act like a hooligan.”
"I'm not being a hooligan. Bella, let go.”Carlos unzipped his zipper halfway." Bella, I have something to show you. Just a moment, okay?"”
Su Qingjia looked at his sincere eyes and slowly released his hand. He took a step back and made a fighting stance.
Seeing her let go, Carlos unzipped the zipper. He was not wearing any clothes inside, only a coat. Now that he unzipped it, the young man's delicate skin was exposed.
Carlos was not yet an adult, but the good exercise and timely nutrition had made his chest as broad as a young man's. His distinct muscles glowed under the light. He lifted the left side of his shirt and said,"Bella, can you take a closer look?”
Su Qingjia tried hard to move his eyes away from the two clusters of faintly discernible red embellishments, and then silently walked a little closer.
There was a black tattoo on his chest.
"Bella, I know that I'm still young, and you're still young. There might still be a long way to go between us, and it's even more likely that I won't be able to catch up to you in my entire life. I don't want an ending, I just want you to know that a boy once told you-"
"Su Qingjia, I love you."
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