Such a great god, ordinary people really can't handle such high-end topics.
Zhuo Yang couldn't handle it either.
"Brother, I'm really old, which scares me."
"Brother, you are not at 60 yet? How can this be considered old? You are not old or old."
Maradona stared at Zhuo Yang seriously. "Don't fight with me, brother, you have died once, so I came to ask you specifically."
It's true.
Zhuo Yang was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to talk about this with anyone other than Koko.
"Brother Ma, please drink, don't stop."
Maradona sighed and accented in her nose. "Why am I old? Why am I suddenly getting old?"
Is this called sudden? Where has time gone?
"Zhuo Yang, 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 admired by fans all over the world, including me. How many people have you envied in your life? Why are you so mourning?"
"Do you envy me?"
Zhuo Yang: "..." Well, why do I envy you? You're crazy!
"Or!" Maradona spread her hands: "I really want to know what life is and what death is."
"Mr. Ma, life and death, their meaning is only for thinking and thinking about themselves, without having to find their answers. Being obsessed with finding answers will lose meaning."
"Brother Ma, our country's famous botanist Liu Huaqiang said: When you suspect that a watermelon is not ripe or not, it is no longer meaningful to split it."
Maradona thought: "This Liu... must be a very outstanding scientist."
Zhuo Yang tried hard to hold back his laughter, expressionless.
"There is another...architecturalist in our country named Xu Sanduo. He said: Living well means having meaning, and meaningful means living well."
"There is another economist named Lei Luo, who said: People live for food."
Maradona was confused. "Your country... there are so many scientists."
"Yes, yes."
"Zhuo Yang, I have always dreamed of my mother in the past year."
"I always dream about my mother."
"My mom is dead, twenty years old."
Zhuo Yang: "...sorry."
Maradona fell into memories. "When I was little, my mother was always on the street..."
"Brother Ma, don't stop."
Zhuo Yang was really embarrassed. He believed that his relationship with Lao Ma was far from heart-to-heart. The two were not suitable for communicating such private and inner topics, and there was no need to talk about profound and heavy things. The topics were suitable for each other.
Football only.
Zhuo Yang has never been a close sister, especially when facing a person like Lao Ma. Moreover, with his current status and realm, there is no reason to refuse anyone.
Let me put it this way, Zhuo Yang knew that Lao Ma had something to do, but felt that he had no obligation to help him relieve it.
I'm here to participate in the Copa America, that's all.
Maradona is an old man. When he received the signal from Zhuo Yang, he stopped talking and just drank sips after drinking.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the living room was very quiet, with only the "gudong" swallowing sounds 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. You next..."
"Football has no meaning." Lao Ma interrupted him directly.
"You are the king of football."
"The King of Football has no meaning, either."
"What makes sense?"
"Nothing makes sense! People live a messy book, and they end up being confused. Zhuo Yang, if I were you, I would not participate in the shitty Copa America."
"Why?"
Maradona waved his hand impatiently and stopped talking.
Oh, what this guy means, the Copa America... doesn't make sense.
But it is very meaningful to me, because I like football, the national team, and the training of spring bud players. How rare is the opportunity for the Copa America? People are so eager to invite each other, why don’t I participate?
"Hehe." Zhuo Yang laughed dryly.
So, the room fell into silence again, and occasionally there was a 'gudong' sound.
It's been a long time again.
After all, Maradona came here specially, and had helped him or inspire him before, and then sat there. It was not a way to entertain guests. Zhuo Yang still felt that he should talk about something.
"Brother Ma, I actually don't know what the meaning of football is. Look, I just think football is fun, I like it. As for why I like it? What is the meaning of playing it? There is no need to worry about these things. What if it doesn't matter,
Like is all the reasons, that's enough."
"I like football, so I played football and used it to support myself and my family. Work and hobbies are combined into one, which is actually the happiest thing in the world. Brother Ma, I am like this, and so are you.
.”
"You said the Copa America is bullshit, it doesn't make sense, right or wrong. I just like football, so I came with my team. I'm Asian, but I came to the Copa America, which is a fun thing.
It doesn't matter if it makes sense."
"During the World Cup last year, I just wanted to play every game well. The Premier League, the Champions League, the Asian Cup, were all like this. At that time, I wouldn't think about the Copa America now, I just wanted to do what I was going to do right now."
"This is called...living in the present and living every day well. I think this is the meaning of life."
Maradona was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"Brother Zhuo Yang, when you reach my age, you will feel that football is nothing and it is not liked at all."
"But I haven't arrived yet! Brother Ma, you are wrong. There are many old coaches in football who are older than you. For example, our coach Tavarez in the last game in Uruguay. I think he still likes football.
.”
"Tavarez is a fool," said Lao Ma.
This made Zhuo Yang feel hurt, so he simply stopped talking and went as he liked.
Today, the wind in Meijing City was very strong, and the leaves of the sycamore trees were blowing down and flying everywhere. Groups of leaves were looking for gaps in the street and hitting the hotel building. However, they quickly bypassed the wall when they were about to pounce on them.
Continue to go far away.
"Zhuo Yang, I came today and thought I could find the answer from you." Maradona said: "I'm very disappointed."
"Sorry, Brother Ma."
Maradona stood up and said, "Oh——, forget it, let's go."
"Brother Ma, don't worry, leave a piece for dinner."
Old horse waved backwards.
Maradona left, came for no reason, left for no reason, leaving behind a bunch of monks who made Zhuo Yang look like a monk for no reason.
Maradona today is not a fake one, right?
Think about how rude and domineering it was on the Great Barrier Reef thirteen years ago, and think about how Russia was so ruthless and greasy a year ago. Obviously, today, Zhuo Yang has reason to doubt this fat old man who was extremely depressed today.
It's fake.
Chapter completed!