Golden Greenery

Elena handed the milk to Zhuo Yang and Ronaldo. She didn't look away during the process, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed in the corners of her eyes. Apparently she saw Zhuo Yang's concealment just now. Then, leaving a charming smile on the two of them, he twisted his graceful waist and returned to the house.

Zhuo Yang stared at Elena's floating buttocks in a daze, like a poet staring at the wind-swept willows by the water.

"Hey, hey!" Cristiano Ronaldo stretched out his hand to block Zhuo Yang's sight: "What are you looking at? What are you looking at! My wife, Jie Kesi, I want to go home and see you."

Zhuo Yang rearranged his head on the reclining chair and said with a long sigh: "No wonder they say the Portuguese are stingy. You must not deceive me."

Cristiano Ronaldo made a noise in his nose: "The Portuguese are more generous than the Spaniards, and they are also more generous than the damn British."

Zhuo Yang said: "How shameless? Why don't you compete with the Germans?"

Ronaldo: "I think you are half German and half Italian."

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes: "Speak politely and don't curse. I am a pure Chinese guy. If you change my bloodline again, I will throw you into the pond, believe it or not."

Ronaldo said: "You can throw it away if you want. I can't beat you anyway. You can't drown me even if you throw it into a pool."

Zhuo Yang said: "If I guard the edge of the pool and don't let you come up, can't I drown you? Humph!"

"You can't drown me even if you wait until dark. I can swim just fine."

"Better than table tennis?"

Ronaldo immediately shut up.

Zhuo Yang picked up the milk that Elena had just given him again, took a big gulp of it, and then said: "You still say you are not stingy? You just let the ancestor of the table tennis world champion come and win you over. Look at you. You look like you have no future. Mr. Luo, if it had been anyone else, I would have slapped you hard."

Ronaldo remained silent.

"Tell me about you. I've been trying to make up for you in the locker room, and I've given you a smile. What else do you want? How about you go find a world boxing champion and beat me up?"

"I can't find him."

"You're petty..., you're petty. You don't rely on table tennis for a living, do you? We haven't seen you like this when we lose a game. Losing a table tennis game makes you feel like your own father has died."

"Zhuoyang, my biological father is dead."

"Sorry, I just said it right."

"Apologize."

"sorry."

Zhuo Yang drank the remaining milk in one gulp, lay down on the soft chair and smacked his mouth, and the poolside fell into silence again.

There is no wind in April in Madrid, and the sun touches the skin like a warm kiss. Zhuoyang simply pulled off the bath towel covering a certain area and let the sun soak him thoroughly. If your privacy is exposed, then let it be exposed. You won’t suffer any loss anyway.

Cristiano Ronaldo also picked up the milk, but he didn't drink it in big gulps like Zhuo Yang, but slowly sipped it, like a habitual memory retained when he was a baby.

"Lao Zhuo, you're a good introduction. You're a nice person. There's nothing wrong with me. If I come to be my friend, I really don't have a choice."

"Thanks."

"But I just can't get close to you." Ronaldo said: "Is there something wrong with me? There's nothing wrong with me. There's nothing wrong with you either, but it's still your problem after all."

"Oh? Tell me carefully.

"

"Lao Zhuo, we both play football. You are good at football. Everyone admits it, and so do I. But, I'm not worse than you at football, right?"

Zhuo Yangxin said: As long as you are happy.

"Lao Zhuo, apart from football, you are also very good at piano and conversation. Everyone recognizes this. God will give you a meal. Although you don't believe in God."

Ronaldo was sipping milk and chattering.

"You don't deserve to be hated, but I admit that you are awesome, both in football and piano."

Zhuo Yang was not proud.

"But if you don't do the two things, you will really attract people's hatred." Ronaldo said: "First of all, let me say that I am not being petty. You can speak with your own conscience. If you put yourself in another position, do you think you will attract hatred?"

"Mr. Luo, please tell me clearly. Why do I make you hate me?"

"Alas -" Cristiano Ronaldo sighed and said: "Look at the girlfriends we are looking for, what kind of person is your fiancée? Compared with you, how can I... compare? You say saying you!"

Zhuo Yang started to feel proud.

"Your dad is a general. Come to the Bernabeu and President Florentino will personally serve you. My dad is a fucking alcoholic. He drank himself to death. He is not dead. Come to the Bernabeu. Does anyone care about him?"

Cristiano Ronaldo became excited, but Zhuo Yang became even more proud.

"You have a fiancée like that and a father like that. I don't know anyone else, but I can't get close to you. Do you think I should blame you or me?"

"Mr. Luo, do you want to hear the truth from me?"

"In no mood."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Cristiano Ronaldo continued: "If you want to be friends with others throughout your life, you can't be better than others in everything. Lao Zhuo, do you think you are a mediator?"

"Go on, I'm listening."

"You are better than me in everything. How can I be friends with you? Lao Zhuo, I know you want to say that I am petty, but why don't you try to replace yourself with me? Try it and see if you want it." Be friends with me?"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang felt that what Ronaldo said made sense.

"Lao Zhuo, I don't have friends like you. Do you think it's shallow for me to hit you with a table tennis ball? I just want to be friends with you. I have to find someone stronger than you to suppress you. There is a balance. Only then can we remain friends, right?"

"Table tennis is the bridge that allows me and you to get close and be friends. Other than that, I can't find any reason to convince myself. But you are so good. You found a table tennis ancestor and took me directly without saying a word. The bridge that was built was torn down.”

"Lao Zhuo, I'm not being pretentious. I don't care if you can understand it or not. I just said the introduction today. In fact, I didn't want to say it, but I said it."

Zhuo Yang didn't answer, nor did he use the Six Musketeers' friendship to argue with Ronaldo, because people are different. But Zhuo Yang understood one thing. Although Ronaldo kept saying, "I can't get close to you," with Long Aotian's pride, if he could say this today, he actually regarded himself as a friend.

What Ronaldo said today was from his heart.

Because of his family and childhood upbringing, Cristiano Ronaldo is an extremely proud and self-respecting person. He hates his sensitivity and inferiority complex. Zhuoyang's advantages outside of football, including family and fiancée, remind Ronaldo of his inferiority all the time.

Cristiano Ronaldo knew this was wrong, but he overcame it very hard. Table tennis was a way for him to overcome it tenaciously. Telling these inner secrets today is also a brave challenge to his inferiority complex.

Cristiano Ronaldo longs to be able to associate with Zhuo Yang on an equal footing, but this is natural for others, but he has to overcome his inferiority complex masked by his strong pride. Ronaldo wants to defeat himself and become a truly spiritually strong person.

He was waiting for Zhuo Yang to speak, but Zhuo Yang couldn't answer, and the silence by the swimming pool seemed awkward. As is often the case, both those who open their hearts and those who hear the secrets will encounter embarrassment in the silence.

Zhuo Yang didn't want the embarrassment to continue, but he couldn't comfort Ronaldo by following his words, as that would make him appear to be a superior political commissar. After thinking about it, Zhuoyang decided to deal with it the way he did on the football field - you fight yours and I'll fight mine.

"Mr. Luo, can you tell me about your father?"

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