Golden Greenery

For such a great master, ordinary people really can't handle such high-end topics.

Zhuo Yang couldn't catch it either.

"Man, I'm really old and it scares me."

"Brother, you are not old yet? You are neither old nor old."

Maradona stared at Zhuo Yang seriously. "Don't fight me, haha. Brother, you are a person who has died once. Gao Ya. That's why I came to ask you specifically."

Sure enough.

Zhuo Yang was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to talk about it with anyone except Kou Kou.

"Brother Ma, don't stop drinking."

Maradona sighed with an accent of 'um--' from his nose. "Why am I old? Why am I old all of a sudden?"

Do you call this sudden? Where has your time gone?

"Zhuoyang, what does death feel like?"

Zhuo Yang said lightly: "I don't know, I don't remember."

"Brother Ma, you are the king of football, an idol worshiped by fans all over the world, including me. Do you know how many people are envious of you in your life? Why are you so... sad?"

"Do you envy me?"

Zhuo Yang: "..." Why do I envy you when you are so good? Crazy!

"Yeah!" Maradona spread his hands: "I really want to know what life is and what death is."

"Brother Marco, the meaning of life and death is just for thinking, thinking for yourself, without looking for their answers. If you insist on looking for answers, you will lose their meaning."

"Brother Ma, our country's famous botanist Liu Huaqiang once said: When you doubt whether a watermelon will stay ripe or not, there is no point in splitting it."

Maradona mused: "This Liu... must be a very outstanding scientist."

Zhuo Yang tried his best to hold back his laughter, his face expressionless.

"There is also an architect named Xu Sanduo in our country. He said: Living well means living meaningfully, and living meaningfully means living well."

"There is also an economist named Lei Luo. He said: People live to eat."

Maradona was confused. "Your country... there are so many scientists."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Zhuoyang, I have been dreaming about my mother in the past year."

"I always dream about my mother too."

"My mother has been dead for twenty years."

Zhuo Yang: "...Sorry."

Maradona fell into memories. "When I was little, my mother was always on the street..."

"Brother Ma, don't stop drinking."

Zhuo Yang was really embarrassed. He believed that his relationship with Lao Ma was far from being heart-to-heart. It was not suitable for the two of them to communicate about such private and heart-related topics, and there was no need to talk about deep and heavy things. The suitable topics for each other are limited to football.

Zhuo Yang has never been a confidant big sister, especially when faced with a person like Lao Ma. And with his current status and realm, he doesn't need a reason to refuse anyone.

Let's put it this way, Zhuoyang knew that Lao Ma had something on his mind, but he felt that he had no obligation to help him solve it.

I'm here for the America's Cup, that's it.

Maradona is a veteran. After receiving Zhuo Yang's signal, he stopped talking and just drank one mouthful after another.

Time passed by, and the living room was very quiet, except for the sound of swallowing made by the two of them from time to time.

After a long time, Zhuo Yang broke the silence.

"Brother Ma, let's talk about football. Next..."

"Football means nothing." Lao Ma interrupted him directly.

"You are the king of football."

"Being the best player doesn't mean anything."

"Then what makes sense?"

"Nothing makes sense! Human life is a mess, and being confused is the end. Zhuoyang, if I were you, I wouldn't participate in the bullshit America's Cup."

"Why?"

Maradona waved his hand impatiently and stopped talking again.

Oh, what this guy means, America's Cup... has no meaning.

But it is very meaningful to me because I like football, the national team, and training Spring Bud players. The America's Cup is such a rare opportunity. They are so eager to invite me, why don't I participate?

"Haha." Zhuo Yang laughed twice.

Then, the room fell into silence again, with an occasional 'dong'.

Another long time.

After all, Maradona made a special trip here. He had helped him before, or called him inspiration, and then just sitting there like this was not the way to treat guests. Zhuo Yang still thought he should talk about something.

"Brother Ma, actually I don't know what the meaning of football is. You see, I just think football is fun and I like it. As for why I like it? What's the point of playing it? There's no need to worry about these. Who cares? Liking is all the reason, and that’s enough.”

"I like football, so I play football and support myself and my family with football. Combining work and hobbies into one is actually the happiest thing in the world. Brother Marco, this is the case for me, and the same is true for you .”

"You say the America's Cup is bullshit. It makes no sense and is right and wrong. I just like football, so I came here with my team. I am an Asian, but I come to participate in the America's Cup. This is very fun. It doesn’t matter whether it makes sense or not.”

"During last year's World Cup, I just wanted to play every game well. This was true for the Premier League, Champions League, and Asian Cup. At that time, I didn't think about the current Copa America. I only thought about what I had to do immediately."

"This is called... living in the moment and living every day to the fullest. I think this is the meaning of life."

Maradona was clearly not satisfied with the answer.

"Brother Zhuoyang, when you reach my age, you will feel that football is nothing and not lovable at all."

"But I'm not here yet! Brother Marco, what you said is wrong. There are many coaches in football who are older than you. For example, our last game with Uruguayan coach Tavares. I think he still likes football. .”

"Tavares is a fool." Lao Ma said.

This time Zhuo Yang was so shocked that he felt pain in his heart, so he simply stopped talking and left as he pleased.

The wind in Meijing City was very strong today, causing the fallen sycamore leaves to fly everywhere. Groups of leaves looked for gaps in the street to pass through, and crashed into the hotel building. But the moment he was about to pounce, he quickly bypassed the wall and continued to the distance.

"Zhuoyang, I came today, thinking I could find the answer from you." Maradona said: "I am very disappointed."

"Sorry, Brother Marco."

Maradona stood up: "Oh -, forget it, let's go."

"Brother Ma, don't worry, stay together and have a meal."

Lao Ma waved his hand back.

Maradona left, came inexplicably, and left inexplicably, leaving behind a bunch of inexplicable things that made Zhuo Yang a monk.

Today’s Maradona is probably not a fake, right?

Thinking about how rude and domineering the Great Barrier Reef was thirteen years ago, and then thinking about how Russia scolded Fang Qiu and greasy a year ago, it is obvious that Zhuo Yang has reason to doubt this fat old man who is extremely sad today. is fake.

This was the last time Zhuo Yang saw Diego Maradona.