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Chapter 47 Can't Turn the Sky
"The 33-year-old Ugo is sitting there, looking at the past with affectionate eyes, all of them are his 23-year-old shadow, 501 games, 367 goals, 1 European Cup champion, 3 Serie A champions, 1 Copa del Rey champions, 5 Serie A top scorer, [-] La Liga top scorers, the top scorer in Valencia's history, the French national team's goal record holder in a single game..."

"What is clear is the years, and what flows away is time. Ugo rejected AC Milan's invitation to renew his contract and chose to return to Valencia, back to the place where the dream began."

"At the farewell match, the fans of AC Milan held up the banner of 'Dias, don't go'. They begged the referee not to blow the whistle for the end of the game. This Frenchman only played for the team for two seasons, but he scored 52 goals for the team and brought back two Serie A titles. They wanted to keep him at San Siro, even if it was just one more point, one more second..."

"When he came, he had nothing and no name, and when he left, he had golden boots and a champion in his hand, but he just waved his sleeves, and he didn't take away a single cloud, leaving only melancholy..."

"Hugo returned to Valencia, and the Mestalla Stadium was crowded with people. People wore his jersey, held his portrait, and shouted his name, as if the years had never gone away, and the youth had not yet parted. The former King of Mestalla left for half his life, and returned as a teenager..."

As the title subtitle in the lower left corner changed from "Absolute Superstar. Raising eyebrows and sword out of its sheath" to "Absolute Superstar. Prosperity ends", the originally sparse barrage suddenly became lively again.

"The 33-year-old Ugo was sitting there, looking at the past with affectionate eyes, and it was his 23-year-old shadow, crying."

"I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud. What does it mean? I don't understand."

"Nimma, who wrote this commentary, it makes me feel like weeping for the new year's eve."

"Having fought for half a lifetime, I'm still a teenager when I return... Decisively change my signature."

"The ears are pregnant, ask for the title of the background song."

"Please +1 for the song name."

"Same request."

"To be honest, this song is just so-so, but with this picture and this commentary, I suddenly fell in love with it deeply."

"It's so confusing, the Spring Festival Gala has started, do you want to watch it?"

"Huh? The Spring Festival Gala has started? No wonder it's so noisy, stop for a while and close the door."

"Haha, the old man had expected it a long time ago, with earplugs."

"What Spring Festival Gala are you watching? I'm still waiting for the video to finish watching it again."

"Watching a woolen Spring Festival Gala, I didn't even watch my girlfriend stripped naked in front of me."

"The bragging in front of you, unless you can produce evidence."

"Ask for evidence."

"Seeking evidence +2."

Nirvana people react.

I'm going, the Spring Festival Gala has started, pills.

The technician did not wait for other people to ask questions, and immediately reported: "The data has dropped by 41, and it is still falling, but the speed is not fast."

Liu Huai'an said, "How much is it now?"

"The click is... huh? The number of views has exceeded the record, 550 million and [-]."

Broken record?This is broken?
Liu Huai'an was a little excited. It was worthwhile for the old man to let his little wife stay alone in the empty room to work overtime on the night of New Year's Eve. Not bad, not bad, and it's a good start for next year.

But why does Mao feel something is wrong?

Old Liu turned his head to observe and found out where the problem was.

Everyone else acted as they should, and even Tian Hong, who was nervous at first like an old virgin about to go on a blind date, looked calm and confident.

Breaking the record, souls!

Well, in fact, Nirvana Video was established only a year or two ago, and what is recorded or not is actually the same thing.

……

In He Qingyuan's family, the three generations live together, enjoying themselves in harmony.

He Qingyuan's wife and daughter-in-law were watching the Spring Festival Gala and chatting casually. His son He Feng hid in the study and didn't know what he was busy with, and his 9-year-old grandson was washing in the bathroom.

He Qingyuan stared at the TV, but his mind didn't know where it went.

The World Cup finals will be held in mid-June this year. It is conceivable how busy he is as the head coach of the national team. After finally going home for the New Year, all he thinks about is about the team.

Who should be sent to the starting line-up, how should the instructions be implemented, should the striker be hired and the defender should be kicked out? These things should have been determined long ago because of the various instructions of the leaders, which made his mind a mess.

"Grandma, I've finished washing." The little grandson ran over with wet hair and wet slippers.

"Hey, slow down, my little ancestor." He Qingyuan's wife hurriedly hugged her little grandson.

"Grandma, I'm done washing, can I play on the computer?"

"Go, but only for an hour."

"It's Chinese New Year today, let's play a little longer."

"No, playing for a long time is not good for your eyes."

"Just half an hour, okay?"

"Well, it's not impossible to discuss it, it depends on your performance." Grandma made a thoughtful look.

The little grandson rolled his eyes, leaned forward and smacked grandma on the cheek, and said, "Grandma is the best, okay?"

"Okay, you little smart, go."

The little ghost head hurriedly ran into the study room, and then ran out with a sound of crying within 2 minutes.

"Hey, what's the matter?" His mother quickly grabbed his hand and said nervously.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the grandson is the biggest. He Qingyuan, who was wandering away from things, also came back to his senses, and looked at little He with concern.

"Father won't let me play computer games." Xiao Xiaohe said with a mournful face.

The three breathed a sigh of relief.

Grandma said: "I thought something happened, it's all right, grandma will help you teach him a lesson."

Mom also expressed her position: "Yes, I will never let him go."

Little He wiped away the few tears she was trying to squeeze out, and looked at her grandma and mother pitifully, which broke the hearts of the two women, and they were about to go in with a small heart to chop He Feng into pieces, but things suddenly changed...

"Next, please enjoy the song "Music of Dreams" by the queen Yu Min..."

"Huh? It's Yu Min."

"Yeah? It's "Music of Dreams"."

Xiaogan's heart trembled, pills, grandma and mother had to change their minds.

"Hey, Xiaoting is good. After grandma finishes reading this paragraph, she will help you educate that unfilial son."

"Hey, son, don't worry, after listening to this song, mother will help you to uphold justice."

"Wow!"

"Stop it, don't cry! He Feng, you who killed a thousand swords, get out quickly."

"Okay, okay, it's the New Year's Eve, what's the noise like, come here Xiaoting, grandpa will take you there, he can't turn the sky." He Qingyuan couldn't stand it anymore, took his grandson's little hand and walked to the study.

(End of this chapter)