The sun still rose from the horizon every day, and Carlos began to train harder.
Shen Ke still came to teach him Chinese every week. Shen Ke, who was 17 years old, was about to go to college. He wanted to major in law, but unfortunately, he was weak in language. It was obviously difficult to find a suitable tutor, and Carlos happened to help him.
Oleg had already passed the trial training. Although he was now sitting on the bench in Team B, with his sociable personality, he would not do too badly in the locker room. Carlos was only worried that he would sneak out to spend the night with a girl during training.
After Su Qingjia left, Carlos tidied up everything in the dormitory. He took out all the notes that Bella had written to him when he was lonely in the Plaza de la Colombo and pasted them on the wall with glue. The color of the paper was very bright, and the handwriting was also very beautiful. Due to the proper preservation, it had not faded much after one or two years.
Carlos would read the note every day and read it to himself.
There was also that painting, the one that the artist had painted for him in the Rambla. He had someone frame it and hang it in the middle of the note.
He named the painting " Pretty Boy."
Sometimes, he would think of the days when he was laughed at in the orphanage, but those memories seemed too blurry. He could no longer remember them clearly. The insults, mockery, and fights were all gone. He could not even remember the name of the boy who had fought with him the most cruelly back then, nor what kind of face he had.
There were still many people in the senior team who called him Pretty Boy. Garcia and the others would also call him Pretty Boy, and he would nod to greet them.
The coaches drew up a new training plan for him, and he gladly accepted it. The more intense activities and continuous and effective training methods allowed him to improve little by little. At least, the data for the fifty-meter run would not lie.
He wanted to be transferred to a higher team during next year's enrollment season. Although he was reluctant to part with Garcia and the others, he had to become stronger. He had to win every game and seize every opportunity.
He wanted to defeat all his love rivals before anyone else discovered Bella's beauty.
Carlos also started to learn oil painting, but he was not sensitive to color. Although the lines were smooth, the color tone was awkward. Coincidentally, a pen drawing teacher came to the school, and he got used to it quickly. The teacher also appreciated him and taught him how to draw.
Up until now, he had already used up a very, very thick drawing book, and there were quite a few scrap drafts in the middle. Based on his memory and imagination, he drew all kinds of Bella. Most of them were smiling. There was only one that he drew for a long time. It was Bella wearing a cardigan at night and crying.
However, he thought that photo was very beautiful because at that time, her eyes were filled with him. Those tears were all for him.
Carlos went to the bookstore and bought a map of the world and the United States. Although he was not very good at geography, he knew that there were nine time zones between the Iberian Peninsula and the United States.
When the golden sun shone over Barcelona, Pennsylvania was still shrouded in darkness.
Bella's parents told him Bella's phone number in the United States, but he had not called yet.
He was afraid that his angel was sleeping soundly and the sudden ringing of the bell would wake her up from her dreams.
Carlos put the SIM card back into the socket and walked back to La Masia with his head down. On the way, he bought a rainbow stick. It still had a familiar smell, but it was a little greasy. That manufacturer was really tenacious.
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Philadelphia was located in Pennsylvania. It was the largest city in Pennsylvania and also the most populated city. Here, the economy was developing at a high speed. The high-paying knowledge industry and traditional industries were combined. Relying on the powerful university town, this oldest city in the history of the United States was still full of vitality.
The famous Curtis Institute of Music was located in Philadelphia.
After arriving in the United States, Louis and Su Qingjia temporarily lived in an apartment outside the university. The university had arranged a place for Louis, but Louis, an artist with a unique style, preferred to find his own place to live. He had his eyes on a villa nearby.
Louis was a rich man who bought things without batting an eyelid. In his words, in order to build a beautiful art, a good atmosphere must be built.
The house had just been renovated by an old artist comrade, so the smell had not dissipated yet. Therefore, he was staying outside first and was not in a hurry.
Su Qingjia was practicing the piano in the piano room. Louis was holding a glass of red wine, crossing his legs and leisurely squinting his eyes.
After practicing for the whole morning, Louis kept repeating "again","again","again", and his tone was also leisurely. He had almost drunk a few glasses, and Su Qingjia did not hear anything else from his mouth.
This kind of boring and hard practice had been going on for almost half a year. It had started when he was in Barcelona. Although Louis was indeed a world-class pianist with superb standards, and his knowledge and experience were not comparable to ordinary people, it was fine when it came to giving pointers, but when it came to talking about what was wrong with his sharp tongue.
But when it came to teaching students, Su Qingjia really didn't dare to compliment her. Louis had taught her a lot of knowledge, but he didn't go into detail. It was all up to Su Qingjia to guess and swallow it whole first. Fortunately, Su Qingjia was a strange auntie dressed in a loli's skin, and her comprehension ability was not bad. Otherwise, even a genius child would be fooled by old man Louis.
After the lesson, the old man felt that it was time for real combat. He asked Su Qingjia to play the piano all day long without giving any advice. He just sat on the sofa and leisurely drank a glass of red wine.
Su Qingjia didn't know what direction he should go in. He just played the piano every day.
Su Qingjia moved his wrist and let out a long sigh.
Although the old man had brought her to Philadelphia, it didn't mean that she could enter the Curtis Institute of Music.
When Louis told her about it, Su Qingjia panicked for a while. She had thought about the consequences of doing so, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and came here resolutely. Since she was young once, why not work hard? She didn't want to regret it.
At worst, she would just continue practicing and wait for the entrance examination next year. She would still be here.
Thinking of this, Su Qingjia flipped to the next page and began to play again.
Resigned to his fate, Su Qingjia continued to play. Again your sister! F * ck, old man, you're the man who's going to be the head of the piano department. Can't you say something else?
On February 3rd, Su Qingjia celebrated her first birthday in the United States. Ming Ling flew over from Spain to celebrate her birthday with Louis. This was the loneliest birthday she had ever had since her rebirth. Su Qingjia was a little depressed.
After feeling stifled, she quickly let go. After all, she had chosen this path herself. From the beginning, she had been prepared to suffer. She could also continue to live like in her previous life without any pressure. She could eat her fill alone and no one in the family wanted her to support them. However, after meeting that brave young man, she told herself that she could actually be very different.
In fact, she had always been afraid of the word dream. Yes, afraid. She was afraid of getting hurt on the way to pursue her dream. She was even more afraid that one day, her dream would be shattered bit by bit. She did not have the courage to pursue it. The rich life had taught her to escape and enjoy comfort.
However, Carlos told her that life could be different with a little effort.
A small effort would make a small difference, and a big effort would make a big difference.
She liked to go to La Masia to watch Carlos train. His brilliant blond hair had the glow of diamonds. Every time there was a data breakthrough, he would be the first to run to tell her. She would be happy for him and cheer for his next breakthrough.
Su Qingjia wondered why she couldn't put in a little effort. These efforts might also make her different.
After eating the cake, Su Jingkang called her to wish his precious daughter a happy birthday. Many people called to wish her well, but the only one missing was Carlos.
She read for a while and slept with Ming Ling.
The entrance exam for the piano department was in half a month, and Ming Ling would be here to prepare for it.
"But what if I don't get in?" Su Qingjia was still a little nervous." I don't want to be eliminated, and I don't want to rely on Grandpa Louis to get in. I want to rely on myself."
In January, Philadelphia was much colder than Barcelona. The snow was already very thick, but at night, the mother and daughter's bed was still very warm.
Ming Ling hugged her and said in a gentle voice,""Bella, have confidence in yourself.”
"But recently, when Louis was practicing, he would only say to me,'Again, again.' Mom, I don't know what to do.”Su Qingjia lay on Ming Ling's chest and spoke in a coquettish tone.
"Then how can I see it?" Su Qingjia was a little puzzled." Mom, you're so amazing."”
Ming Ling patted her back and said," You'll have to rely on yourself. Actually, this is what Louis told me to tell you. Mom doesn't have the ability. It's just that your Grandpa Louis is too embarrassed to tell you."”
"Then I'll try it tomorrow." Su Qingjia couldn't wait.
"I still have to have a good sleep before I try.”Ming Ling scratched her daughter's small nose." Go to sleep."”
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