"Bella, is there something on your mind today? Did you encounter some problems?" Leon asked.
Su Qingjia smiled awkwardly." No, you're thinking too much. It's nothing. I'm just a little out of sorts."”
"Is it because of the boy who came this morning?”Leon, who came from a good family background, was still a little strong." You're thinking about him? Bella, do you like him?"
"Lai Ang, it's none of his business." Su Qingjia shook his head. Thank you for sending me off today. I'm going back.”
Lai Ang's eyes were burning. The hug Su Qingjia gave the boy in the morning had made the jealousy in his heart grow. It was like a snake gnawing at his heart. In the car, he saw the tears on her eyelashes and her red eyes.
Gazing at her, Leon said," Bella, I like you. I've liked you since the first time I saw you play the piano. Can you consider me?" We'll have a lot in common. I can talk about music with you, help you organize your information, and we can even play together. Our performance is the best duet in school.”
Thinking of something, Leon added,""If the boy who came today is making you uneasy, Bella, I want you to give me a fair chance to compete. I won't be worse than him.”
Su Qingjia shook his head again and said sincerely,""Leon, I've already made it very clear that it has nothing to do with him. Besides, I really don't like you. Don't waste your time on me.”Su Qingjia waved at him." Goodbye and thank you."”With that, she walked into the villa without looking back.
"But does he understand music? Bella, I'm the one who can play with you.”Behind him, Leon shouted without caring about his image.
Su Qingjia did not answer, but waved at him again. Lai Ang was a little dejected. This was the first time that this noble youth had suffered a blow from liking a girl. He could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. He shouted at Su Qingjia, who was far away,"It's okay, I can wait!"
Su Qingjia, who had returned to his room, had a myriad of emotions.
Leon was a well-educated young noble. He was like a piece of gentle jade, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. His suit was always meticulous, and his shiny leather shoes were not stained with a speck of dust.
Carlos was different.
He was a poor teenager who grew up in an orphanage. He could only rely on himself to embrace a little warmth. He was like a diamond that needed to be polished continuously. He was extremely hard, but he could shine with the most eye-catching brilliance, making people unable to help but approach him.
His jersey was always stained with sweat, and his sneakers had to be replaced because of wear and tear.
Leon could buy the most expensive jewelry without much effort, but Carlos had to work hard for countless days and nights.
Su Qingjia held the photo frame and stroked it carefully.
Even though Carlos couldn't talk to her about music or play with her, she was actually-
She actually liked the side profile of the young man sleeping on the table while listening to soothing music. It was so quiet and warm.
*
Back at Barcelona, although Coach Pele was surprised that Carlos returned early, he was more happy. He introduced the midfielder to all the players.
When choosing the jersey, Carlos still chose number three as usual. Although this number was mostly for right backs, it was not a hard and fast rule. It was fine if he met a willful player, as long as it was not the goalkeeper's number.
Carlos was naturally a very willful player, and Coach Pellet felt stifled.
Carlos was the youngest among the team members, but his height was above average. In addition, he always had a cold face, so it was hard to tell his age.
With the experience taught by Oleg and the communication skills instilled by Shen Ke, Carlos quickly adapted to the locker room and quickly integrated into it. He was proficient in Spanish, Catalan, English, and a little Portugal, which allowed him to communicate with the players without any hesitation.
However, what really made him suppress the entire audience was his technique.
If Pellet was a little nervous about arranging Carlos to play at the beginning, then during the training period, his worries were completely unnecessary.
In the first training session, Carlos showed his absolute observation as a midfielder. His agile and elegant skills allowed him to dribble the ball and ignore the others.
He could not only provide his teammates with key passes, but also find the best angle to score creative goals.
Pellet watched him from behind for a long time before he confirmed that he did not have eyes behind him. He played the ball in such a way that it could only be described as a terrifying feeling.
The intensity of the training increased day by day. As the season came, Carlos clearly felt that he was getting stronger bit by bit.
He took the initiative to request additional training, and the targeted training made his leg strength stronger.
The day before the season, he called Vela for the first time in two years.
In the phone booth, Carlos plugged in his SIM card and for the first time, he mustered up the courage to dial the number.
The string of numbers had been firmly engraved in his mind. He wanted to dial it countless times, but after pressing a few numbers, he retreated. He had not thought of what to say to Bella, and he did not have the courage to hear her voice.
When his voice changed, he did not dare to speak. He was afraid that Bella would feel uncomfortable and even more afraid that she would hate him.
After the voice-changing period was over, he was even more afraid to speak. He was afraid that Bella would not recognize his voice and would politely ask,"Who are you?"
Carlos knew that he was a coward. The only bravery he had was used up before Bella left. He could not save it anymore.
However, after he went to America, he slowly began to regain his confidence. The beautiful chain was still hanging on Bella's wrist. Her fingers had become longer, but her wrist was still as slender as before.
After returning from America, he often had a dream.
Unlike the first time he was shy when he was young, he calmly washed the sheets and hung them on the balcony.
In his dream, that pair of lotus-like little hands were stirring up flames on his body. The tips of her fingers were the color of cherry blossoms, and they were suffused with a faint luster.
Her hand moved gently back and forth under his body. The light emitted by the silver chain on her hand made him feel blurry, and the full pearls swayed as if they were frightened.
In her dream, those hands were soft as if they had no bones. A fragrance was emitted from her body. Her black hair wrapped around them like a net that could not be separated.
After a long beeping sound, someone picked up the phone. Carlos's heart was in his throat.
However, it was not the girl he was waiting for. It was a servant at home.
After taking a breath, he began to get nervous again. He stammered that he was looking for Bella, and the helper said, please wait.
Carlos's heart, which had just fallen, began to pound in his throat again. He placed his right hand on his heart, as if the tattoo close to his heart could give him a trace of strength so that he would not hang up and run away.
"I'm Bella, may I ask..."
Before the girl could finish speaking, Carlos had already said hurriedly," Bella, Bella, it's me, Carlos, I..."
He didn't want to hear that " who are you ", so he could only interrupt her in such a reckless way. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. Would Bella think that he was not polite enough? Would she think that he was too reckless? Carlos's heart sank as the image of the young man in an expensive suit flashed across his mind.
However, on the way, Bella used her gentle words to catch his rapidly falling heart." Carlos, is that you?”Bella's voice was filled with joy, and Carlos also jumped up in joy.
" Carlos, you, I…" Su Qingjia continued," It had been two months since the little golden retriever came to Philadelphia. During these two months, Su Qingjia had not received any news about him.
Sometimes, Su Qingjia would think that perhaps that day was just a dream she had in a trance. But reality told her that Carlos really came, but after he came, he disappeared.
She kept recalling the conversation that day. She was afraid that Carlos was saying his last goodbye to her that day. She was afraid that the young man had already decided to let go of her and enter a new world.
Carlos heard the rapid breathing on the other end of the phone and began to panic." Bella, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? Can you talk to me, Bella?"
"But you didn't want to call me, did you?" Su Qingjia's heart swelled. How can I talk to you?"
Her voice wasn't so steady, and Carlos could hear her sobbing.""Bella, don't cry. I didn't do it on purpose. Didn't I go to Philadelphia to see you last time? Bella, hey, I…"
Carlos was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. His sweaty blonde hair was in a mess.
"How can that be the same? You came to America, but you didn't even talk to me for a while before leaving. Who knows if you came to Philadelphia to see me or that old man Louis?”Su Qingjia sniffed, and her voice was a soft murmur that she didn't even realize.
" How could I have gone to see Louis? Bella, I..." Carlos was silent for a while. The salty sea breeze calmed him down, and he heard his heart speak." Su Qingjia, I miss you."”
Carlos did not force himself to say anything against his will. He followed his heart and read out the Chinese that he had always wanted to say to Bella.
He had whispered these words to Bella before, and he had also carefully written them on a pink cardboard to give to this girl. Now, he had once again crossed thousands of miles through the microphone, and the transmission of radio waves had brought his longing.
His mouth was saying,"Su Qingjia, I miss you." His tattoo said," Su Qingjia, I miss you." His heart was saying," Su Qingjia, I miss you."
After three years, Su Qingjia finally couldn't hold back his tears when he heard these familiar words again.
The boy's Chinese was already very good. Compared to the first time she heard it, he was now able to emphasize the heavy and heavy tones with intimacy. His deep voice came through the microphone, slightly distorted, but she still felt that it was very pleasant, like a moonlight sonata jumping on the lake.
She heard herself crying into the phone. Carlos, I miss you too."
Carlos felt like his heart was tied up by Bella's crying. He obviously didn't want her to cry, but for some reason, he felt a sweet taste coming through this thin thread. It was high-quality honey.
He continued to speak in Chinese, his tone excited and happy."Su Qingjia, don't cry. I'm afraid I'll cry too if you cry. I want to tell you today that the season will begin tomorrow. This time, I will be number three. Su Qingjia, when I return to the Nou Camp, can you continue to cheer for me and applaud me like before?”
"I will be running on the best grass this time. The audience seats will be very big. I will ask the coach to leave a seat for my family.”
"Su Qingjia, I will win the championship. I will become the best football player. Su Qingjia, I will tell the world in Chinese that my scout is called Su Qingjia. She is a girl from China.”
Su Qingjia covered her mouth after hearing the three questions. She tasted her own tears, which were salty and sweet. She could not gather her voice and said intermittently,"Alright, Carlos, I'll come. I'll come and cheer for you.”
" Bella, it's time for dinner. I've prepared your favorite dessert," Louis 'voice came. Su Qingjia wiped her tears and replied.
"Carlos, I'll come and cheer for you. Can you wear a dress?”
"It's all good. Hurry up and eat. Don't starve.”Carlos smiled. Although Su Qingjia couldn't see, she could still imagine how bright the boy's smile was. It should be like the rising sun, red and full of the urge to jump.
Before hanging up the phone, Su Qingjia heard the boy say to her again,""Su Qingjia."
Su Qingjia touched his heart. His small heart was moving randomly.
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