Vol 3 Chapter 1: Please leave Barcelona

"Zhuo Yang, uncle wants to ask you something." Dad's voice shivered a little, but it was very slight and could not be distinguished without careful listening.
Zhuo Yang hurriedly said: "Uncle Mei, don't dare to say please, just tell me something."
But Mei's father's lips moved, but he didn't say. After swallowing, he closed his eyes, as if he was tired, his cheeks were loose, tight, and loose. After so many times, his throat was creeping up and down.
"Uncle Mei, have you encountered any difficulties at home? You can say, as long as I can do it, you can say how big things are."
Having said that, Zhuo Yang was suspicious.
Mehdah Herho Messi was not only very assertive, but also a very capable person. He personally represented Messi’s brokerage affairs, and with the help of the South American broker Figuel, he used Messi’s competitive power. And business interests operate in a vivid manner. Messi's 24-year-old child received an annual salary of 10.5 million after tax from Barcelona. His ability to live in the top five of the football's annual income shows that Mei's father is smart and capable.
Such a hero, what else can hardly keep him? Of course, the size is short and the length is long. Dad Mei is definitely not a panacea. There must be many things beyond his ability in this world. But the problem is, you can't solve it, how can I Zhuo Yang He De?
"Uncle Mei, please tell me!" Zhuo Yang's upper body leaned forward, his hands resting on the edge of the coffee table.
Dad opened his eyes, but his cheeks tightened even more. His eyes were fixed on Zhuo Yang, his chest undulating.
"I..." still talked.
Dad picked up the glass in hand, and when he quickly reached his mouth, he found that it was empty. He picked up the sherry with his other hand, poured the wine into the glass, and forgot to pull out the stopper.
Zhuo Yang has never seen Herhow Messi as unpretentious as he is now. He has always been a leisurely middle-aged man.
Dad tried to use his left hand to pull out the stopper, but he still held a wine glass in his hand. When the glass was put down, the wide-mouthed goblet didn't stand firm. After falling down, it drew a coffee table almost by drawing a circle along the cup holder.
Dad Mei leaned forward, blocking the drop of the glass with his chest.
After finally restoring the cup to the table of the coffee table, Mei's father pulled out the cork and poured the yellow sherry into it softly. Zhuo Yang was very worried that he was pouring this ray of sunlight out of the cup, but fortunately it was smooth.
Just halfway through the glass of wine, Mei's father stopped again. He looked up and drank directly at the bottle. Zhuo Yang saw that the esophagus on his neck was swallowing quickly, and the voice of ‘Goodong Gudong’ was clear and audible.
Dad like a shirtless Chinese man in the night market. After drinking Shirley in one go, he thought it was empty. He even waggled the mouth of the bottle, and then put the empty bottle back to the original position on the table. , But his eyes kept staring at it.
The sun in Spain is gone.
"Uncle May..."
"Zhuo Yang, uncle begging you, begging you to leave Barcelona."
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The wind blowing from the Mediterranean Sea is no different from the winds that have blown in countless days. It smells fine, and there is still a hint of salty taste, very familiar, just like the stars and Moonlight is always there.
The sea breeze blew in from the lighthouse beach, crossed Callandersante Avenue and the neatly aged buildings, and gently flicked the bells of the church of Santa Ana, and it came to the deserted Camp Nou.
Sneak out of Camp Nou, it crossed the low and shy Bezos River, and after a few laps in the woods of Gamber Sports City, the wind wanted to continue to blow west, but only a mess of the mountain road After the lights, it was blocked by the Collserola Mountains.
The wind had no choice but to turn around and slip away in a different direction from when it came. It was getting weaker and weaker, but the wind knew that the Mediterranean Sea was in front of it, and it wanted to return to the sea and reunite.
The wind is getting weaker and weaker, so weak that she can barely lift the hair hanging down the girl's cheek. The sea gradually cleared and widened. It came to the hills of Castelldefels. The fine sand of the beach was in front of it. It seemed to reach out and touched, but the wind could no longer move forward. It stopped in the yard. On the football field, he stopped on the shoulder of the man sitting on the ground.
Leo Messi sat in the circle of the court, curled his legs to hide the football into his leg bend, his arms were on his knees, and his head was buried in his arms.
Messi has been sitting here for a long time, and he has been sitting on the ground since his father left the house. Antonella called a few times and he didn't move.
When the wind blew, Messi didn't move. When the wind stopped, he didn't move. Antonella walked lightly for the third time, "Leo, come in?"
"Leo, what's wrong with you?"
"Leo, are you not happy?"
Messi remained motionless and did not answer him.
"Leo, where is Uncle Herhow?"
"I don't know, don't know!" He spoke, but he didn't raise his head.
"Leo." Antonella caressed his hair carefully, and the sweat on it didn't seem to dry yet. "what happened to you?"
Messi flicked her arm and she was startled by him. "leave me alone."
"in……"
"I told you to leave me alone!" he roared loudly, rarely before.
Antonella pouted and walked back to the house, as lightly as he came.
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In an instant, Zhuo Yangquan understood.
After understanding, he understood it all again. . As long as Zhuo Yang is in Barcelona, ​​Messi has no chance of becoming the king.
Ronaldinho was followed by Messi. This is the consensus of all Barcelona people. Even before Ronaldinho left, Messi has become a star. However, things have changed since the summer of 2009. Zhuo Yang came here to shine with Messi. Two bright moons appeared over Catalonia at the same time.
Spain has bright sunshine, and there will be only one sun. After the World Cup, Zhuo Yang became the sun.
Under the glory of the sun, the moon and stars can be ignored, and this is only the second season after the arrival of Zhuo Yang.
Xiaobai, Xiaobu, and Xiaojie, as well as Xavi and Villa, can accept becoming stars, and Messi is also willing to become the moon, but Mei Daheerhao can't bear it, because that is his son. He knows how much Messi has suffered because of football, he knows how hard and obsessed he is.
Hirhao's desire for his son's upper limit is not only the moon, he wants to make him also a radiant sun, like every father, he hopes for a son.
At this time, Dad did not dare to look at Zhuo Yang's eyes, he chatted with his head down.
"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I'm a selfish and stupid idiot, please scold me, I'm a dirty little person. You care so much about Leo, I..." He raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
"Zhuo Yang, your uncle will not kidnap you morally. You can refuse to scold me and refuse. You should not bear the dreams of others. Uncle just hopes that you will blame me on your past sentiments. It’s all my bad. . Today, Leo didn’t know about it. You don’t want to avenge him. You will still be good friends in the future..."
"Uncle Mei, I promise you."