There is a dream called football

Arriving at the restaurant, Li Qiao took a look.

"I'd like a side of ham fried rice, some broccoli, tomato salad, and an orange juice."

The Portuguese aunt in the restaurant had a smile on her face, but she didn't seem to understand.

"You don't understand English?"

Fabio smiled and said: "Let me help you."

I saw him constantly stuffing food into Li Qiao's plate, which was enough for two or three people.

"Fabio, I can't eat that much."

"It's okay." Fabio grinned.

Li Qiao was puzzled, this was obviously a waste, and the strange thing was that Fabio himself wanted more food.

After the three of them found a place to sit down, they started chatting all over the place.

Only then did Li Qiao learn that Dada was a child from a Brazilian slum, two years older than him. He was discovered by a scout two years ago and brought to Portugal.

Because of historical relations, Brazil and Portugal are as close as one family. The first stop for many Brazilian players when they come to Europe is Portugal. Many of them even later become Portuguese citizens and represent Portugal in international competitions.

Fabio didn't eat much. After eating a little, he pushed the plate to Dada, who took out a plastic bag and packed the food, obviously intending to take it away.

Only then did Li Qiao realize that Fabio had good intentions, but...

Li Qiao looked at Dada. It stands to reason that his annual salary is about the same as his own, so he should be able to support his family. Is it possible that there are too many brothers and sisters in the family?

Dada looked longingly at Li Qiao, who was also very sensible and gave him his extra food.

Li Qiao was very curious, but embarrassed to ask. It was impossible to ask the other person, "Is your family really poor?"

The training in the afternoon was physical training, mainly in the gym. When it was time to go home, Fabio offered to drive Li Qiao and Dada for a ride.

Arriving at a very ordinary community, Fabio stopped the car and Dada invited Li Qiao to sit there. Of course Li Qiao was not polite.

He arrived at a 10-story white building and took the elevator. On the 9th floor, Dada opened the door of a small apartment. This was his home in Porto.

"Your family didn't come?"

"Of course not. I haven't succeeded yet. When I succeed, I will definitely bring them all to Portugal."

The room is not big, with one bedroom and one living room, which is suitable for one person to live in.

"It shouldn't be expensive here. I'm currently living in someone else's house, and I might move out in the future."

Dada smiled and said: "Then move here, 900 euros a month, I think it's good."

"That's really a good deal."

As we chatted, the chat box also opened up.

"Seeing as you are quite thrifty, you can save a lot of money in a year."

Dada laughed and said, "The rest must be given to my parents in Brazil. They have paid a lot for me to play football."

The salary of team B is definitely higher than the average salary of Portuguese people, but it is obviously still difficult to support a large family with this money.

"Don't worry, you will succeed."

Dada nodded, "My biggest dream now is to be promoted to the first team and get a contract with the first team. That would be great."

"Um."

While talking, Dada took out the frozen food from his bag, divided it carefully, and then heated it in the microwave.

"By the way, I'm kind of wondering why you brought back so much food from the club restaurant when you live alone."

Li Qiao discovered that Dada not only asked for food from himself and Fabio, but as long as the food was not touched on the table, he would take it all as ordered.

Dada smiled slightly and said, "Qiao, are you willing to do me a favor? You will know later."

"OK."

Taking the food, Li Qiao and Dada walked for ten minutes and came to a dirt field, where they saw a dozen black children playing football.

As soon as they saw Dada, these children rushed over and surrounded him.

"Gustavo."

"Gustavo."

…

"Did you go to school well today?"

"No."

"have."

"I don't like school."

Anyway, there’s everything you can say.

Dada took out the food and said, "I've brought you something to eat."

"Wow!"

"Long live Dada."

Seeing these children enjoying the food, Li Qiao probably understood.

Dada smiled and said: "These children are just like me, poor children with football dreams. Most of them are the children of African stowaways."

"A year ago I accidentally discovered that they were playing football here, so I volunteered to teach them how to play football and occasionally bring them some food."

Li Qiao was a little moved.

"Dada, you are such a good person."

Dada smiled and said, "In Brazil, there are many people who help me."

Dada talked about his life in the slums. In fact, in Brazil, life in the slums is not as miserable as imagined. As long as you work hard, there are still many people who can help you.

"I remember that at that time, some people asked me to play football for free, so when I have the ability, I am willing to help others."

Li Qiao smiled and said: "Count me in from now on."

"That's great."

After the children finished eating and rested for half an hour, it was the most comfortable time of the day in Porto, with the sun going down and the evening breeze blowing gently.

"Come on, let's teach them how to play football. Maybe there will be the next Eusebio among them."

"good."

*****

Lorinda found that more and more Chinese tourists came to the store recently, and they spent more money than Europeans.

After 2000, Chinese tourists began to leave, and Portugal is of course also a very important travel destination in Europe.

No, today the store is full of Chinese tourists again.

“Should I hire a Chinese employee?”

At this moment, there was a sound outside the door and I came back.

Lorinda suddenly laughed, "How can I forget about him?" She grabbed Li Qiao and said, "Come on, come and help."

"What's going on?"

Lorinda pointed to the crowd of Chinese tourists and said, "Help with translation."

sweat.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Young man, are you from China?"

"yes."

"Reading?"

this……

Li Qiao nodded. He wasn't famous yet, so he couldn't express himself for the time being.

"Is there anything delicious that you can recommend?"

"good."

In this way, until these tourists left at 8:30, the busiest ones were Li Qiao and Lorinda.

After the tourists left, Lorinda counted the euros she received with a happy face. She gave Li Qiao a nudge with her elbow and handed over 50 euros, "Thank you, this is for you."

Li Qiao chuckled, "Do you think I'm a beggar?"

"Tsk, is it too little?"

Li Qiao smiled and shook his head, "I'm very tired. I went home to sleep. I won't talk to you anymore."

Looking at Li Qiao's leaving figure, Lorinda smiled knowingly, "Should I learn some Chinese?"

"Okay, anyway, I have a teacher at home, so I'll just do what I say."