"Zhuo Yang, Uncle wants to ask you something." Mei's father's voice was a little trembling, but it was very slight and could not tell if he didn't listen carefully.
Zhuo Yang quickly said, "Uncle Mei, I dare not say please. If you have any questions, please give me the order."
But Mei's father moved his lips, but he didn't say anything. After swallowing, he closed his eyes, as if he was very tired. His cheeks became loose, tight and loose. After this repeated, the Adam's apple was also squirming up and down.
"Uncle Mei, has there been any difficult things at home? Just say that as long as I can do it, no matter how big the matter is, you will say one thing."
Having said that, Zhuo Yang felt suspicious.
Mei’s father, Hurho Messi, is not only very independent, but also a very capable person. He personally acts on Messi’s agent affairs and uses the power of South American agent Ferger to compete with Messi.
It is well-managed with business interests. Messi was able to get an annual salary of 10.5 million after tax from Barcelona at the age of 24, and can be in the top five in football, which shows that Mei’s father is smart and capable.
What else can hardly be like this? Of course, Madam Mei is not omnipotent, and there must be many things in this world that are beyond his ability. But the problem is that you can't solve it.
What kind of virtue can I do with Zhuo Yang?
"Uncle Mei, just tell me quickly!" Zhuo Yang's upper body stretched forward and held his hands on the edge of the coffee table.
Mei's father opened his eyes, but his cheeks bite him tighter. He stared at Zhuo Yang with his eyes tighter, and his chest kept rising and falling.
"I..." still spoke.
Mei’s father picked up the cup at hand and almost reached his mouth to find that it was empty. He picked up the sherry wine with his other hand, poured the wine into the cup, but forgot to pull out the bottle plug.
Zhuo Yang has never seen Hulho Messi as he has been so at a loss now. He has always been a calm middle-aged man.
Mei's father tried to pull out the bottle plug with his left hand, but he was still holding the wine glass. When he put down the wine glass, the broad-mouthed goblet did not stand firm. After falling down, he almost fell off the tea table along the cup holder.
Mei's father leaned forward and blocked the fall of the wine glass with his chest.
After finally putting the cup firmly on the table on the coffee table, Mei’s father pulled out the bottle plug and poured the yellow Sherry wine into it. Zhuo Yang was very worried that he would sprinkle this ray of sunshine outside the mouth of the cup.
Fortunately, it went smoothly.
Just halfway through the wine in the glass, Mei’s father stopped again. He raised his head and drank directly at the bottle. Zhuo Yang saw the esophagus on his neck swallowing quickly, and the sound of "gudonggudong" was clearly audible.
Mei's father was like a shirtless Chinese man at a night market. After drinking Shirley's wine in one breath, he was still empty. He even squinted the bottle mouth, and then put the empty bottle back to the original position on the table.
, but his eyes were still staring at it.
The Spanish sunshine is gone.
"Uncle Mei..."
"Zhuo Yang, uncle is asking you to leave Barcelona."
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The wind blowing from the Mediterranean is no different from the winds that have been blown by countless days. When you smell it carefully, there is still a trace of extremely light and salty smell, which is very familiar, just like the stars and
The moon sets, there is always there.
The sea breeze blows in from the beach of the Lighthouse, crosses the Calendsant Avenue and the neatly old buildings, and gently brushes the bells of the Church of St. Ana, it arrives at the empty Camp Nou.
It sneaked out of the Camp Nou and crossed the low and shy Bezos River. After a few circles in the woods of Gambo Sports City, the wind wanted to continue blowing west, but it was only a mess of the road around the mountain.
After the lights, the Coliserola Mountains blocked the way.
The wind had no choice but to turn his head and slipped in a different direction than when he came just now. It became weaker and weaker, but the wind knew that the Mediterranean was ahead, and it wanted to return to the sea and condense again.
The wind became weaker and weaker, so weak that it could only barely lift the hair hanging from the girl's cheeks. The sea gradually became clear and wider, and it came to the hills of Casteldefers, and the fine sand of the beach was right in front of me, as if
He could touch it with his hand, but the wind was no longer able to 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, curled up his legs and let the football hide in his legs, put his arms on his knees, and his head buried in his arms.
Messi had been sitting here for a long time, and after his father left the house, he sat on the ground. Antonella came and called him several times, but he didn't move.
When the wind blew, Messi did not move. When the wind stopped, he still didn't move. Antonella walked to her side lightly for the third time, "Leo, come into the house?"
"Leo, what's wrong with you?"
"Leo, are you unhappy?"
Messi didn't move and didn't answer him.
"Leo, where did Uncle Hulho go?"
"I don't know, don't know!" He spoke, but did not raise his head.
"Leo." Antonella carefully stroked his hair, and the sweat on it seemed that it had not dried yet. "What's wrong with you?"
Messi shook his arm and she was startled by him. "Don't worry about me."
"inside……"
"I told you to ignore me-!" He shouted loudly, and he rarely used to do this.
Antonella pouted and walked back to the room, just as she was when she came.
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In an instant, Zhuo Yang understood everything.
After understanding, he understood it all again.
Messi is going to become the second Maradona, or make Old Ma become Messi II. The biggest obstacle is not his football, but Zhuo Yang. As long as Zhuo Yang is in Barcelona, ​​Messi will not become the king of football.
possible.
Ronaldinho is followed by Messi, which is the consensus of all Barcelona people. Even before Ronaldinho left here, Messi had become a star. However, things have changed since the summer of 2009
Zhuo Yang came here to reflect the glory with Messi, and two bright moons appeared over Catalonia at the same time.
Spain has bright sunshine, and there will only be one sun. After the World Cup, Zhuo Yang became the sun.
Under the sun's brilliance, the moon and stars are negligible, and this is only the second season after Zhuo Yang's arrival.
Xiaobai, Xiaobu, Xiaojie and others, as well as Harvey and Villa, can accept being the stars, and Messi is willing to be the moon, but Mei’s father Helhao can’t bear it because it is his son
, He knew how much hardship Messi suffered because of football, and how hard he worked and obsessed.
Hurhao longs for his son to be not just the moon, he wants him to become a radiant sun, just like every father, hoping that his son will become a dragon.
At this time, Mei's father didn't dare to look at Zhuo Yang's eyes at all. He lowered his head and chatted endlessly.
"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I'm a selfish idiot. Please scold me. I'm a dirty villain in my heart. You care so much about Leo, I..." He raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.
"Zhuo Yang, uncle will not kidnap you morally. You can scold me and refuse. You should not bear other people's dreams. Uncle just hopes that you will blame me for your past relationship, but it is all my fault.
.Leo is not aware of today's events. Don't hold grudges with him. You will still be a good friend in the future..."
Chapter completed!