this is football

As time goes by, the sea breeze on the Iberian Peninsula blows season after season, and 2032 arrives as scheduled.

The beautiful Barcelona has always been a place that people yearn for. It has the blue waters of the Mediterranean, endless sandy beaches, and Antonio Gaudi’s stunning Sagrada Familia cathedral...

The most famous of them is the Camp Nou stadium, a pilgrimage site for countless Barcelona fans.

The early morning light shines through the clouds. The stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 people, is now empty. The stands were littered with garbage during a league game last night.

In the deserted stands, there was a handsome Chinese teenager, holding a big garbage bag and constantly picking up garbage.

"Hi, Lei Ou!" Ms. Laura, the young supervisor of the cleaning company, walked in with a few people and shouted loudly, waving her hands.

She is a bit chubby and has short curly red hair.

"Ms. Laura, good morning." Lei Ou straightened up and responded.

Laura walked closer, looked at most of the bags of garbage, and frowned: "Lei Ou, I told you not to come so early, why didn't you listen?"

There was no expression change on the boy's thin face, "Finish it early and end it early."

Laura clapped her hands and mobilized everyone: "Come on, let's end this heavy and annoying work as soon as possible!"

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Two hours later, a dozen large bags were piled together and the work was completed.

Laura took out fifty euros from her small purse: "Lei Gull, the reward for this time!"

Lei Ou was not an employee of the cleaning company, and he met Laura by chance. Whenever the company had some heavy workload, she would ask the young man to come over and help.

Lei Ou looked a little puzzled. It used to be forty euros, but this time it was more.

"Buy some meat to eat, you are too thin now." Laura's eyes were full of kindness.

At the age of sixteen, he is 1.72 meters tall but only weighs 105 pounds.

"But I don't understand why your leg muscles are so developed?" Laura joked, looking at the bulging muscles on Lei Ou's calves.

Taking the money with both hands, Lei Ou bowed deeply and solemnly, "Thank you, Ms. Laura!"

"You are so boring." Laura smiled.

He is really boring. Since we met, no matter what kind of jokes he tells, I have never seen him laugh.

Same this time.

After finishing their work, everyone was about to leave, but Lei Ou didn't move. "Ms. Laura, can I go in?"

He raised his hand and pointed toward the court, with pleading in his eyes.

In principle, the cleaning staff are only responsible for cleaning up the garbage in the stands. The lawn needs to be maintained by professionals, and they are not allowed to enter.

Laura glanced around and saw no one else, and laughed softly: "If no one knew, you wouldn't have gone in, right?"

Lei Ou looked at Laura with grateful eyes, gave a heavy hum, and ran into the real Camp Nou stadium.

Lei Ou stood at the kick-off point in the middle of the stadium, slowly turning around and looking at the rows of stands.

Not a single spectator, not a single fan, not cheering or swearing.

He raised his head and closed his eyes, recalling the scenes on TV, the huge crowds of fans and the roaring roars in his mind.

He has been here many times, but never as a spectator, just as a cleaner.

Opening his eyes, he smiled, a bright smile, very clean and pure.

If Laura could see it, she would definitely be surprised, and then she would joke: Lei Ou, you look as handsome as Beckham when you smile.

"Thundergull!"

Laura shouted in the distance, and Lei Gull was pulled out of his imagination and ran out of the stadium quickly.

In the car, Lei Ou returned to his previous expression, numbly looking at the passing city scenery.

"Leiou, do you like playing football?" Laura asked.

"Yes, Ms. Laura." Lei Ou turned around and responded.

Laura smiled and said, "Then you can go to La Masia for trial training. We are currently recruiting students."

La Masia is Barcelona's youth training camp, which has trained superstars such as Messi, Xavi, and Iniesta, creating the Dream Three Era in Barcelona's most glorious period.

Lei Ou just said yes and didn't say much. He came to Barcelona at the age of six and would sign up for La Masia every year, but he didn't even get a chance to try out.

The vehicle stopped in front of a low-rent apartment. Lei Ou got out of the car and watched Laura leave before looking away, turned and walked into the apartment.

Room 801 on the eighth floor, with one bedroom, one living room and a storage room, is less than 60 square meters, but the rent costs 1,000 euros, which is the price of a low-rent apartment.

Sitting on the fabric sofa is a woman in her thirties with an oriental face with black hair and black eyes. Upon closer inspection, she looks similar to Lei Ou.

She stared at Lei Ou coldly.

"Auntie." Lei Ou walked closer, like a child who has done something wrong and is waiting for instruction.

"Are you working as a cleaner again?" Su Mei asked.

Lei Ou did not answer, but took out fifty euros from his pocket, placed it gently on the small coffee table, and then straightened up as if he was relieved.

"you……"

Su Mei's body trembled a little, and then she wailed: "I asked you to train well, train well, why don't you listen? How can I face my dead sister and brother-in-law?"

Ten years ago, Lei Ou came to Barcelona for a trial with his parents, but before he had a chance, he got into a car accident, leaving only a six-year-old child behind.

At that time, Su Mei was studying here, but she had no choice but to drop out of school to raise little Lei Ou by herself. She later married Fidel, a local, and divorced after giving birth to a son.

Su Mei always remembered her sister's last words: No matter whether it works or not, Lei Ou must be allowed to try out La Masia.

After wailing, Su Mei burst into tears. She didn't dislike Lei Ou for failing to live up to expectations, but hated herself for being incompetent.

You obviously work so hard and play so well, why don't you even get a chance to try out?

Just because they are Chinese?

When Su Mei's mood improved a little, Lei Ou said: "Auntie, if La Masia doesn't want me, I can try out for Espanyol or Real Madrid."

The Espanyol football team is Barcelona's mortal enemy in the same city. Needless to say, Real Madrid has always been Barcelona's biggest enemy.

El Clasico refers to the match between these two teams.

Living in Barcelona, ​​Lei Ou is the most loyal fan of Barcelona, ​​and he would not have such an idea unless it was absolutely necessary.

Unknowingly, Lei Ou was dissatisfied with Barcelona.

Su Mei's eyes froze for a moment and she sighed slightly: "Okay, but we have to fight for it again."

After saying that, Su Mei stood up, took out Lei Ou's information and the video of playing football, and strode out the door.

This time, even if she overthrows La Masia, she still has to meet with the supervisor there. Whether she begs or fights, she still has to fight for a trial training opportunity for Lei Ou.

The eating habits of Spain are different from those of China. They are used to eating snacks around 11 o'clock, and eating dinner at two or three o'clock.

In this family, Chinese customs were still maintained. Lei Ou walked into the kitchen, steamed the rice, cut the vegetables, and waited for his aunt to come back to stir-fry the vegetables.

After finishing the preliminary preparations, Lei Ou returned to the storage room, a small bedroom that only accommodated a bed.

He lay down and looked at the poster on the wall with complicated eyes.

A large, old and yellowed poster shows a man holding up a jersey to celebrate domineeringly. The number on the jersey is No. 10, and the name printed on the jersey is messi.

On one side of the poster, there is a framed painting, in which a seagull flies proudly above the sea amid the strong wind and thunder.

The painter is Lei Ou's father, and the painting is the meaning of Lei Ou's name.