Golden Greenery

"Zhuoyang, uncle wants to ask you something." Mei's father's voice was trembling slightly, but it was so slight that you couldn't tell it unless you listened carefully.

Zhuo Yang quickly said: "Uncle Mei, I don't dare to say please. If you have anything to do, just give me your orders."

But Mei's father's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. After swallowing, he closed his eyes, as if he was very tired. His cheeks tightened, tightened and loosened again, and his Adam's apple moved up and down over and over again.

"Uncle Mei, are you encountering any difficulties at home? Just say, as long as I can do it, I can do anything with just a word from you."

Having said that, Zhuo Yang felt suspicious in his heart.

Her father, Herr Messi, is not only very opinionated, but also a very capable person. He personally represents Messi’s agent affairs and uses the power of South American agent tycoon Figel to promote Messi’s sports career. and business interests are managed vigorously. Messi can receive an after-tax annual salary of 10.5 million from Barcelona at the age of 24, and can be among the top five in football endorsement income, which is enough to show that Messi is shrewd and capable.

For such an outstanding person, what else can be difficult for him? Of course, Dad Mei is definitely not omnipotent. There must be many things in this world that are beyond his ability. But the problem is, if you can't solve it, how can I, Zhuo Yang, He De?

"Uncle Mei, just say it quickly!" Zhuo Yang leaned forward with his upper body and put his hands on the edge of the coffee table.

Dad Mei opened his eyes, but his cheeks clenched tighter. His eyes were fixed on Zhuo Yang, and his chest kept rising and falling.

"I..." Still paused.

Dad Mei picked up the glass at hand, and when he almost brought it to his mouth, he realized that it was empty. He picked up the sherry with his other hand, poured wine into the glass, but forgot to remove the cork.

Zhuoyang has never seen Huerhao Messi be as confused as he is now. He has always been a calm and unhurried middle-aged man.

Dad Mei tried to uncork the bottle with his left hand, but he still held the wine glass in his hand. When I put down the wine glass, the wide-mouthed goblet didn't stand firm. After it fell, it traced a circle along the cup holder and almost fell off the coffee table.

Dad Mei leaned forward and blocked the fall of the wine glass with his chest.

After finally placing the cup firmly on the coffee table, Dad Mei unplugged the cork and poured the yellow sherry into it. Zhuo Yang was worried that he would spill this ray of sunshine outside the mouth of the cup, but fortunately it went smoothly.

When the glass of wine was half full, Dad Mei stopped again. He raised his head and drank directly from the bottle. Zhuo Yang saw that the esophagus on his neck was swallowing rapidly, and the sound of "gurgling, gurgling" was clearly audible.

Father Mei was like a shirtless Chinese man at the night market. After drinking down every drop of sherry in one breath, he emptied it without finishing it. He even licked the mouth of the bottle before putting the empty bottle back on the table. , but still kept staring at it.

The sunshine in Spain is gone.

"Uncle Mei..."

"Zhuoyang, uncle begs you, please leave Barcelona."

.

The wind blowing from the Mediterranean is no different from the winds that have blown countless days in the past. If you smell it carefully, there is still a very light and very light salty smell. It is very familiar, just like the stars and stars every day. The moon sets, it's always there.

The sea breeze blew in from the Lighthouse Beach, passed through Calendezante Avenue and those square and neat old buildings, and after gently blowing the bells of Santa Ana Church, it came to the deserted Camp Nou.

Sneaking out from the Nou Camp, it crossed the shallow and shy Bezos River. After turning a few times in the woods of Gamber Sports City, the wind wanted to continue to blow westward, but it only messed up the mountain road. After the lights, the road was blocked by the Colicerola Mountains.

The wind had no choice but to turn around and slip away in a different direction than when it came. It was getting weaker and weaker, but the wind knew that the Mediterranean Sea was ahead of it, and it wanted to return to the sea to regroup.

The wind became weaker and weaker, so weak that it could only barely lift the hair hanging down by the girl's cheek. The sea gradually became clearer and wider, and it came to the hill of Castelldefels. The fine sand of the beach was right in front of you, as if you could reach out and touch it.

The wind could no longer take a step forward. It stopped on the football field in the yard and on the shoulder of the man sitting on the ground.

Leo Messi sat in the circle of the small court, his legs curled up to let the football hide in the crooks of his legs, his arms draped on his knees, his head buried in his arms.

Messi has been sitting here for a long time, sitting on the ground since his father left the house. Antonella called several times, but he didn't move.

When the wind blew, Messi didn't move. When the wind stopped, he still didn't move. Antonella walked to her side softly for the third time and said, "Leo, please come into the house?"

"Leo, what's wrong with you?"

"Leo, aren't you happy?"

Messi remained motionless and did not answer him.

"Leo, where is Uncle Helho?"

"I don't know!" He spoke, but did not raise his head.

"Leo." Antonella carefully stroked his hair, and the sweat on it didn't seem to have dried yet. "What’s wrong with you?"

Macy swung her arm and she was startled by him. "leave me alone."

"inside……"

"I told you to leave me alone——!" He yelled very loudly, which he rarely did before.

Antonella pouted and walked back to the house as quietly as when she came.

.

In an instant, Zhuo Yang understood everything.

After understanding, he understood everything again.

If Messi wants to become the second Maradona, or let the old horse become Messi II, the biggest obstacle is not his football, but Zhuoyang. As long as Zhuoyang is in Barcelona, ​​Messi has no possibility of becoming the king of the ball.

After Ronaldinho comes Messi. This is the consensus of all Barcelona people. Even before Ronaldinho left here, Messi had already become a star. However, things changed in the summer of 2009. Zhuo Yang came here to shine with Messi, and two bright moons appeared over Catalonia at the same time.

Spain has bright sunshine, and there is only one sun. After the World Cup, Zhuoyang became the sun.

Under the radiance of the sun, the light of the moon and stars is negligible, and this is only Zhuoyang's second season after his arrival.

Xiaobai, Xiaobu, Xiaojie, as well as Xavi and Villa, can accept becoming stars. Messi is also happy to become the moon, but Messi's father Helhao can't bear it because he is his son. , he knows how much Messi has suffered because of football, and he knows how hard and obsessed he is.

Huerhao longed for his son to be more than just the moon. He wanted him to become a radiant sun. Like every father, he hoped that his son would become a dragon.

At this time, Mei's father didn't dare to look into Zhuo Yang's eyes. He lowered his head and kept chattering.

"Zhuoyang, I'm sorry, I'm a selfish idiot, please scold me, I'm a dirty villain at heart. You care about Leo so much, I..." He raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Zhuoyang, uncle will not kidnap you morally. You can refuse me after scolding me. You should not bear other people's dreams. Uncle just hopes that you will blame me for the sake of our past friendship. If you want to blame me, it is all my fault. . Leo doesn’t know anything about what happened today. Don’t hold grudges against him. You two will still be good friends in the future..."

"Uncle Mei, I promise you."