London Heathrow Airport was crowded with people.
Amongst the group of blonde white men, two oriental faces stood facing each other.
Xuan wanted to get up no matter what. Who was this beautiful girl blocking his way?
How did she know him? Could it be that Third Uncle sent him…
Wait!
Looking at her small mouth that could hang soy sauce bottles, memories of the past kept surfacing.
She still remembered how that tomboy with short hair pretended to cry when she was young.
Every time she pretended to cry, her parents would teach her a lesson.
In the end, this little guy hid at the side and laughed secretly, as if his scheme had succeeded.
Xuan came back to his senses. He sized up the girl in front of him again and couldn't help smiling.
That's great. That tomboy has grown up. Unknowingly, he has become so juicy.
"Chu Qianqian, stop pretending. Do you think I don't know that you're pretending to cry?”
"Humph!"
The lively girl, Chu Qianqian, immediately put away her bitter face and pouted with her hands on her hips. She was a little unconvinced.
In the next second, she could not help but laugh again.
"Xuan, I thought you forgot about me. I haven't seen you for so many years…
How many times did I get beaten up because of you when I was young? How could I forget?"
"Hey, hehe…I knew it, brother is the best!”
Chu Qianqian smiled and took half a step forward without warning, throwing herself into Xuan's arms.
"Welcome to England, our great genius Chu!”
Smelling the girl's faint fragrance, Xuan suddenly stiffened, his hands in the air at a loss.
Damn, she was just a cousin. Why would she be nervous when they were hugging?
Then, he gently wrapped his arms around Chu Qianqian's delicate shoulders and patted her gently.
"Alright, I'm exhausted after flying for more than ten hours.”
"Let's go! My dad made a lot of delicious food for you!”
Chu Qianqian smiled sweetly and naturally held Xuan's arm.
Xuan could only use his other hand to pull up the suitcase, and the two headed to the parking lot together.
It was a two-and-a-half hour drive from London to Sheffield.
Xuan had a Chinese driver's license, but he wasn't familiar with the right-hand drive in England. He could only sit in the passenger seat and let Chu Qianqian race.
That's right, this delicate looking lady was already an experienced driver.
She stepped on the accelerator crazily and repeatedly jumped across the edge of the 113km(h speed limit, constantly overtaking.
"Slow down!"
Even Xuan was a little nervous. His hands only grabbed the handles above his head, afraid that his sister would go crazy and not know the severity of the situation.
"By the way, are you in university now?”
"Yes, I'm a freshman at the University of Sheffield. I majored in news.”
"Oh..."
Xuan wasn't really good at chatting. They hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, so he didn't know what to talk about.
After all, his world was only football.
Chu Qianqian didn't feel distant from Xuan. She seemed to have been paying attention to him.
Inside the car, the song list of Chu Qianqian was being played. It was all old rock songs such as AC(AC, Zeppelin, and so on.
The two of them were silent for a moment.
"Brother, when you were injured…it must have hurt a lot." Chu Qianqian asked softly.”
"Damn! It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much. Later, he could still run and jump."
His sister's heart ached, and Xuan felt gratified.
"I heard from my dad that you've always wanted to play football, right?”
"That's right. Other than playing football, I don't know what else I can do.”
Xuan leaned back in his chair and said faintly.
"I believe that you will definitely be able to return to the professional arena in the future!”
Chu Qianqian turned to look at Xuan, her eyes filled with determination. Just like Xuan's gaze back then!
"Hey! Look ahead! Watch the road!"
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm watching!”
Xuan always felt that his sister wasn't a reliable driver, but she was indeed fast and steady.
"Do you also watch football?"
"Of course! I'm a Beckham fan!"
"Heh, it's not strange. Who doesn't like a heartthrob?”
The two began to talk about Manchester United, Real Madrid, and England's football culture on the topic of Beckham.
In short, the initial sense of unfamiliarity had long disappeared.
The two and a half hour journey passed very quickly.
What Xuan did not know was that Chu Qianqian's answer was not Beckham when he first asked the question.
"I'm your fan, Xuan!”
Third
Uncle's house was a small bungalow outside the city. It had two floors and a small courtyard at the back. It looked quite cozy.
After entering, third uncle Chu Jianye and third aunt had just finished preparing dinner and welcomed Xuan with smiles.
"Hahaha, you're really a big guy. You're so much taller than me.”
Third uncle's bear hug almost caused internal injuries to Xuan.
"Aiya, I'm sorry. Hurry up and let Xiao Xuan wash his hands and eat. You must be starving."
Third Aunt was an impatient northeastern woman. She was over forty years old and looked gentle and virtuous.
In fact, he could make Third Uncle, a big man from Sichuan and Chongqing, obedient.
Just like that, Xuan and his third uncle, whom he hadn't seen for many years, had a good meal.
His guest room had been tidied up long ago. Although it was not big, it was clean and tidy.
"Brother, go to bed early. Take it easy these few days. You don't have to work.
I have a school event tomorrow, and they're busy with the restaurant.
If you're bored, you can go around. There are many places where you can play football.”
Before going to bed, Chu Qianqian, who was dressed in her Doraemon pajamas, reminded her carefully.
"Okay, I understand. You guys can do whatever you want. I can adapt on my own.”
"Good night, brother."
"Good night."
Lying on the small bed, Xuan looked at the ceiling. He couldn't help but have some expectations for his new life.
You can really play football here, right?
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