No. 17, Villa Lighthouse, Barcelona, ​​Spain.

The usually deserted villa was very lively today.

When Chang Ming and Long Yu appeared at the door, the two old men couldn't believe their eyes.

Lucas: "Grandson! You made this surprise attack again! Why didn't you tell me in advance!"

Chang Ming: "Grandpa Lucas, am I worried about you preparing in advance? Every time you come back, you have to prepare for a long time, and you are so excited that you can't sleep."

Castro: "You are really too late this time. We have packed it for you a few days ago, so we knew it was about time you came to see us, haha!"

Chang Ming: "Grandpa Castro, long time no see, you are still so energetic."

The two old men greeted Chang Ming warmly, and when they saw Long Yu following behind, they also enthusiastically stepped forward to hug him.

Castro: "Long! Your performance last season was simply great! Although Real Madrid lost in the Champions League final, Real Madrid fans won, which is not bad!"

Long Yu: "It's a pity to beat Real Madrid, but there is no other way. After all, I am a Milan player, so I can only wrong them."

Lucas: "Well, seeing as you weren't seduced by Real Madrid a few days ago, I have a pretty good impression of you."

Long Yu: "When I get tired of staying in Milan, I will go to Real Madrid."

Castro: "Great! I will introduce you to you when the time comes. I have many friends in Madrid."

Lucas: "Listen, are you talking human language? I don't want to pay attention to you, so I'd better stay happy with my grandson."

Seeing Castro excitedly pulling Long Yu aside to chat, Lucas felt unhappy.

"My grandson is back, and you don't even look at him, this kid."

Chang Ming smiled.

He knew Castro's good intentions.

Chang Ming had brought Long Yu to Barcelona before. Castro was worried that Long Yu would not adapt to being alone, so he spent more time talking to him.

Although Castro looks like a mafia leader, he is as careful as his hair.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to spend so much time with Lucas, who has an anxious temper.

Chang Ming smiled and said: "Grandpa Lucas, just let the two of them talk more. After all, it is not easy to meet someone in Barcelona who can talk about Real Madrid with them."

"Okay, for the sake of him serving me every day, I'll let them Real Madrid fans have fun for a while, ahem..."

Hearing Lucas cough, Chang Ming patted his back gently.

"I'm fine. It's been like this for the past two years. Fever, cold, and cough are common. I'm used to them. Don't worry about me."

Castro, who was next to him, also chimed in: "Yes, he is just old and has poor resistance. He has no major problems."

Chang Ming felt very distressed when he saw Lucas, who looked unhappy in front of him.

"If possible, I really think it would be good to transfer back to Barcelona one day. At least I can take care of you every day."

Lucas: "Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

Castro: "What's wrong with you?"

Lucas: "I feel so bad! I need someone to take care of me every day!"

Castro: "Stop coming here! You just heard Ming talk about the transfer and came back, and you pretended to do it on purpose!"

Lucas: "I didn't!"

Castro: "Look how loud you are talking! How energetic!"

Lucas: "I worked too hard just now, and now I feel a little weak. I need another grandson to take care of me every day..."

Castro: "Speak carefully! What does it mean to change a grandson?"

Lucas: "I said that it would be my grandson who would take care of it. Is there something wrong with that?"

Castro was so angry that he ignored Lucas. He looked at Chang Ming: "Ming, don't pay attention to him, he is just pretending. I take good care of him every day. Yesterday he ate half a dumpling by himself."

, ate all my share."

Lucas: "You were just looking at your phone. The dumplings won't taste good when they are cold. I ate them for you. You should thank me!"

Castro: "I'm very grateful to you, haha."

Listening to the two old men arguing, Chang Ming felt extremely warm in his heart.

This is what home feels like.

It's noisy, it doesn't hurt elegance, it doesn't hurt feelings, it's just noisy and fun.

I don’t know if it’s the same all over the world, but people of the previous generation always liked to communicate through quarrels.

The same applies to foreign countries, and the same applies to China.

This may be a unique way of expressing emotions in an era.

Chang Ming listened happily to the quarrel between the two old men. Long Yu had already gone up to the second floor.

"Da Ming, help me pack my luggage."

"coming."

Long Yu wanted Chang Ming to help him spread the sheets and other things, but as soon as he entered the room, he found that the room had already been tidied up.

Not only Chang Ming's room, but also Long Yu's guest room has been prepared.

New sheets, quilts, toiletries.

Long Yu couldn't help but admire: "Da Ming, they really love you. Even I enjoy the blessing."

Chang Ming lay down on the bed indulgently and said in big words: "This time I can finally relax completely..."

Seeing Chang Ming's relaxed look, Long Yu was suddenly touched.

Even at home in China, my brother has never been so relaxed.

It's not that he doesn't call it home, it's just that he still can't let go and is still reserved.

But here, he seemed to be in another world.

Listening to the still noisy sounds in the living room on the first floor, Chang Ming was already snoring.

Long Yu gently covered him with a sheet and murmured in a low voice.

"Da Ming, I understand you more and more now.

"I understand why you are so obsessed with staying at Barcelona.

"Because this is really your home..."

When Chang Ming woke up, it was already dark.

How long did you sleep for?

He kind of doesn't remember.

It felt like I had slept for a century.

Before he opened his eyes, he felt as if his body was floating in the air.

It's like the body is awake, but the soul still wants to sleep for a while.

It's okay anyway, just lie down lazily.

At this moment, he was in a trance.

Where are you?

Is it in Jicheng, Barcelona, ​​Buenos Aires, or Milan?

Oh, it's in Barcelona.

Gone home.

Lying in bed, not wanting to get up, enjoying the relaxing time leisurely.

In Jicheng, there are dragon parents, dragon mothers, and little dragons.

But the experience of losing a parent is so heartbreaking.

As long as I am still in Jicheng, I will think of it from time to time.

Being in Buenos Aires is very relaxing, but also stressful.

He must prove himself in Argentina and strive to return to Europe with higher strength.

In Milan, he is the vice-captain and the core organization of the team.

Every move he makes on and off the field will affect Milan.

The pressure is huge.

But in Barcelona, ​​Chang Ming felt extremely relaxed.

Although there was a time when he was not taken seriously, the days of playing football at La Masia and the days of getting along with his two grandfathers made Chang Ming feel relaxed and at ease from the inside out.

This feels so good.

Turn over and squint for a while.
Chapter completed!