Golden Greenery

The coffee cup on the coffee table is filled with a faint white mist, and the mouth of the white porcelain cup has a brown-black rim, which makes the cup look very unique and has a little bit of a good feeling. From this detail, Philip can also be seen Inzaghi is a person who likes to live a slightly more refined life. Such people will always pursue perfection.

After chatting about the topic just now, the two fell silent for a while. Inzaghi picked up the porcelain cup and brought it to his mouth to sip slowly. He drank very attentively. Zhuo Yang held the cup in both hands, turned his head and stared at the light rain outside the window, looking absent-minded.

Inzaghi's home is in a prosperous area of ​​the city center, not far from the Milan University of Music. On days when he is not training, sometimes Zhuoyang will come here to visit after he has finished his work at school. That was the case today.

Two people sitting in the living room, if there is nothing to talk about, most of them will be quite embarrassed, but Zhuo Yang and Inzaghi will not be together. Both of them can calm down, and they can calm down naturally. type. When we have a topic, we strike up a conversation. It doesn't matter if we don't have it. It's quite pleasant to drink something quietly. Zhuo Yang likes this feeling very much, and probably Inzaghi does too.

After a long time, Inzaghi put down the cup in his hand. There seemed to be not much coffee in it. He put the small metal cup full of sweet milk on the saucer. There was a small metal spoon in the saucer. Inzaghi pushed the saucer towards Zhuoyang with his fingers.

"Zhuoyang, I plan to retire."

Zhuo Yang suddenly looked away from the window and stared at him in surprise, "What did you say?"

"I said, I'm retiring and this season is over."

"Why did you say what?" Zhuoyang could see that Inzaghi was not joking at all.

"Is there anything strange? Who among us who plays football will not retire? Including you, this is normal, isn't it?"

"No, no, Master Jiu, let's take a look." Zhuo Yang put the cup on the coffee saucer, which also had a brown-black border around the edge. "How old are you, why are you suddenly talking about this?"

Although he is 35 years old, Zhuoyang does not think that Inzaghi is that old, especially in Milanello, a nursing home where the elderly live together. Inzaghi, who has a face that looks like a boy and a girl, actually belongs to the Shuiling clan.

"I'm old! I've been in bad shape in the past two months, haven't you noticed?"

"It's normal to have ups and downs in your status. It's not like you haven't had it before. Why do you think of retiring this time?"

"This time is different, completely different. I can feel that this time, I am really old." There was endless sadness in Inzaghi's eyes.

"What's the difference?" Zhuo Yang asked.

"A strong feeling of aging. This feeling has never happened before. It is very strong. I can't deceive myself."

Inzaghi is telling the truth, and his decision to retire was made after careful consideration recently, because he is a person who strives for perfection and cannot tolerate himself living on the last breath. Rather than that, it would be better to just walk away.

"You scored a lot of goals some time ago! There is no sign of aging, how come you suddenly?" In November last year, Inzaghi broke out violently, scoring in four consecutive games and still fresh in his memory.

"From then on, maybe it was what people often call a comeback, hahaha" Inzaghi smiled self-deprecatingly. "After that, starting from the game with Jutus, I felt obviously tired, a different kind of tired. Maybe the explosion during that period was God reminding me: It's time.

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Zhuoyang's memory is relatively good. When he heard Inzaghi say this, he went through Jutus' game in his mind. It happened on December 1 last year. Sure enough, Zhuo Yang recalled that after Inzaghi came on as a substitute for Ji Taozi in the second half of the game, he had almost no performance. However, AC Milan basically had no performance except themselves on the offensive end that day. All nine of the team's shots came from themselves.

However, since that game, Inzaghi's condition never seemed to be better and he never scored again. It has been exactly two months since that game. In the past two months, Inzaghi has had no bright spots in training. Thinking of this, Zhuoyang understood why Inzaghi was not in a high mood during this period.

"But, Master Jiu, this doesn't mean I have to retire, right? It's only been two months. If I adjust again, I might be able to get back to my best form."

Zhuoyang is a little anxious. Among AC Milan's forwards, he likes to partner with Inzaghi the most. He is the most pleasing to the eye and the most interesting. Inzaghi scored a goal in a ghostly movement, and Zhuo Yang's telepathic pass was also a sense of achievement. "Master Jiu, I like to partner with you. Let's play some more."

"Zhuoyang, to be honest, I prefer to partner with you. You are the most comfortable strike partner I have ever encountered in my career. Alas, it's a pity that I am so much older than you and I met you too late."

I was not born before you were born, but I am already old when you were born. Zhuo Yang muttered in his heart. "What are you talking about? Let's keep playing for another two years."

"It's really not possible anymore. The feeling is too obvious and getting stronger and stronger. I can't stop it at all."

"What's that feeling like? That made you speak so exaggeratedly?" Zhuo Yang still couldn't understand.

"How do you describe that feeling?" Inzaghi raised his head and stared at the ceiling. Why do people always like to look up when they are thoughtful? Zhuo Yang never understood this problem.

"It's like being in a dark fog, unable to see your fingers." Inzaghi murmured to himself: "In the fog, there are invisible wires everywhere, and people keep falling. The wires, and the sticky swamp, are stepping on them. Once in, it’s very difficult to pull the legs out.”

"In this dark fog, life is so difficult that even breathing seems to have become a luxury. I can't see the sky or the earth. I don't know where I am. My body and brain don't seem to be affected anymore. I am in control, and life seems to be leaving me."

"Zhuoyang, can you understand the feeling I'm talking about?" Inzaghi moved his eyes back to the opposite side. "You must not be able to experience it, because you are too young. You are so young that I am jealous. You will not have this experience of aging."

However, Zhuoyang did not answer him, but looked at Inzaghi dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning. Because Zhuoyang knows this feeling and is familiar with what Inzaghi said because he has experienced it personally.

"Zhuoyang, are you a little bit embarrassed?"

"Holy shit, Master Jiu, how old are you? You are trying to build your fucking foundation. No, no, no, you are planning to form a Nascent Soul. No, no, no, you have hit a bottleneck! You should reach the fucking realm. Come on, you old fart, if you want to open up the Ren and Du channels, you are going to survive the tribulation and be struck by lightning!!"