[Football] Light and stars

Lucien was woken up by the constant ringing of the phone, he glanced at the caller ID, it was his manager Hectors, he had no choice but to answer the phone, his manager would not disturb people's dreams for no reason.

"Hectors, what's the matter?" Lucien's voice was a little hoarse after waking up with a hangover and a headache.

Hectors was silent on the other end of the phone for a while before speaking: "Lucien, where are you?"

"I just bought that apartment last month." Lucien looked around at the surrounding furnishings and recalled that yesterday he attended a party at the home of his teammate Jesses. Later, he drank too much, so Lucien asked his personal assistant Daniel sent himself to this apartment.

"I'm going to tell you something now, you pay attention to keep calm." Hectors took a deep breath, this serious look made Lucien laugh.

"Dude, what's the big deal? Could it be that this year's Golden Globes are decided by default?" Lucien joked, trying to ease the manager's emotions.

He went to the bathroom and began to brush his teeth carefully, and God forbid, if Stella smelled alcohol on him, the two of them would definitely have another big fight.

He can't remember now how many times a week he and Stella fight.

"Stella is now at the King's Hospital in Madrid." Hectors uttered the words slowly, "ICU."

"Hey, Fernandez, you may have misremembered, today isn't April Fool's Day?" The toothbrush in Lucien's hand hit the floor, and the foam covered his feet, "Is April Fool's Day in Spain today, but, man, your joke is very bad."

"I didn't lie to you, I have already sent someone to pick you up from the apartment." After saying the most important thing, Hectors' next words became much smoother.

"Stella was in a car accident while driving out this morning, and is now in the ICU." Hectors said the devastating facts without any pause, "He was brain dead when he was sent to the hospital, and the doctor advised Stella's family to extubate, you come here as soon as possible Bar."

"Listen, your joke is not fucking funny at all, I won't believe a word, Stella is throwing a tantrum at me, she must be lying to you." Lucien refuted Hectors incoherently, only he I knew what was going on with the huge panic rising in my heart.

Liar, liar, Stella has always hated driving, how could she take the initiative to drive out?

Stella must have lied to him, because recently his nights out at various parties, or maybe because of his scandal with the Brazilian supermodel, God testifies, he did praise the supermodel's hot body, But he didn't see her again in private after the commercial, even after the supermodel gave him countless hints.

Lucien was scrambling in clothes that reeked of alcohol, and even buttoned his shirt wrongly.

He also didn't care about his messy and dull blond hair, and he planned to run outside after putting on his shoes.

car?Where are the car keys?

Lucien rummaged through the table for the car keys, but couldn't find them.

"Lucien, listen, calm down, Daniel has come to pick you up, he will be here soon, your current condition is not suitable for driving." Hectors discouraged.

"Please, tell me, you're lying to me." Lucien stopped rummaging for the keys, pleading as he slumped on the cold floor.

Hectors was silent for a long time: "I'm sorry."

Lucien hung up the phone, and the phone that returned to the main screen showed Stella and the photos he took during his vacation in Venice last year. Stella was still smiling, carefree, hugging his neck and smiling like the most beautiful bunch in Venice. Sunlight.

Five minutes later, Daniel, who was out of breath, opened the door of the apartment. He saw Lucien, who was slumped on the ground with a pale face, and said cautiously: "Lucien, let's go to the hospital."

Lucien didn't move when he heard his words, and after a long time, he staggered to his feet from the floor.

Daniel reached out to help him but was pushed away by Lucien.

"I won't believe you, you don't know, Stella likes to joke with me the most!" He stared fiercely at Daniel's eyes and spit out these words word by word, and Daniel flinched under his gaze , but soon became firm again.

"Lucien, no matter what, we have to go to the hospital first." He ignored Lucien's resistance, half-forced Lucien on his shoulders and walked out of the apartment.

"When I see Stella, I have to teach her a lesson, badgirl, how can this kind of joke be messed up." Along the way, Daniel could still hear Lucien muttering to himself, and he couldn't bear to see the girl curled up next to him. The man in the parking space.

If I had known this, why bother.

If Daniel knew this Chinese proverb, he would definitely say it.

Galloping all the way, he soon arrived at the King's Hospital in Madrid. From a distance, he could see that the hospital was surrounded by the camera flashes of the media. Daniel could only temporarily turn to the back door of the hospital.

Fortunately, there are not many reporters at the back door.

But seeing Lucien appear, they still rushed forward.

"Lucien, your wife's car accident is said to be a suicide car accident, have you noticed her suicidal intentions before?"

"Mr. Louis, may I ask if your wife committed suicide because of your scandal with Amaner?"

"Mr. Louis, do you regret what you did before?"

"It is said that your wife suffered from severe depression after the miscarriage. Do you know about this?"

Daniel helped Lucien, who was on a stilted footstep, rush through the heavy siege of reporters and squeeze into the hospital gate, and Hectors appeared in their sight.

"ICU on the 18th floor, Stella's family is also there, you should be mentally prepared." Hectors told him in a low voice.

Lucien got into the elevator, watched the elevator climb up step by step, his heart became more and more desperate, and the domineering arrogance he usually had on the court was gone.

Finally, we reached the 18th floor.

Lucien didn't dare to step out.

"Lucien, you can't just never face it." Danny nudged him on the shoulder.

Lucien numbly followed Daniel's pace, and the three characters ICU got closer and closer.

Stella's family members were all guarding outside the ICU ward. Stella's mother Sofia cried loudly while holding her little daughter Celia. She was no longer as dignified and calm as before. The pregnant elder sister Pep was also wiping tears on her husband's shoulders. Stella's dad, Philip, saw Lucien coming and rushed straight up and punched the bastard.

"You bastard, you caused Stella to become what she is now. I should have killed you when you were having an affair for the first time."

With red eyes, Philip grabbed Lucien's crumpled shirt collar and roared, "I will kill you, even if I go to jail, I will kill you."

Ikar came over and hugged his angry father, he still had a semblance of reason: "Dad, this was just an accident, no one wanted it to happen."

"You go and see Stella first, after that, we decided to extubate Stella." Ikar calmly informed Lucien of their decision.

Extubation, the word clearly irritated Lucien.

"Extubation, impossible." Of course Lucien knew what extubation meant, and he would never allow it to happen. "I am Stella's husband, and I will not allow extubation."

Lucien stood in the hospital corridor, desperately confronting Stella's family:

"I won't allow extubation, never will."

"Husband?" Ikar smiled coldly, "You also know that you are my sister's husband. If you knew, you wouldn't party all night and stay out all night, and you wouldn't be promiscuous outside, and the newspapers would read twice every day. It's your gossip, even after Stella's miscarriage, you've been entangled with that group of models time and time again, do you deserve it?"

"I'm Stella's husband, and I won't allow you to murder my wife." He could only insist feebly over and over again, his fists clenched, but you could see the trembling of those hands.

"You may not know that Stella notified me last week to draft your divorce agreement, and Stella signed it yesterday." Ikar ruthlessly spit out this fact, "Stella has long since despaired of you, Otherwise, do you think that just having a miscarriage can make her suffer from depression?"

"I also want to tell you that Stella drove out this morning because she ran out of antidepressants. She was about to go to the clinic to buy them, but she was unlucky and met a drunk driver. You don't have to blame yourself. It has nothing to do with you. No, isn't it?" Ikar held the knife indifferently, and he wanted to engrave all the sufferings of his sister on this damned man, "I believe your great manager will handle everything for you, you just need to continue Just be your Real Madrid hero."

"If this is a murder, then you also murdered my sister!" Ikar accused in tears.

"I won't allow it." Lucien walked towards the door of the ICU step by step, no one knew what he was not allowing, whether Stella wanted to divorce him or they wanted to extubate Stella.

Lucien finally walked into the ICU, and Stella was lying on the hospital bed so quietly. There was no sound in the ICU, only the beeping sound of the equipment echoed in the room.

"Baby, I'm back." Lucien walked to Stella's bed, his upright body was half kneeling on the ground, holding Stella's cold hand and rubbing against his face.

"Time to stop joking, you little liar." Lucien pinched Stella's little nose, as close as they had been a long, long time ago, as if they'd never had those arguments.

"Tell you in advance that I have already prepared your birthday present this year. Haven't you always loved the castle in the movie? I asked Hector to help me buy a castle in Provence, and there are many, many roses in the castle The flowers are just red roses, if you don't like them, how about I let them grow champagne roses instead?"

"Baby, I also want to tell you that I plan to donate 1000 million to the UN's Child Care Organization, what do you think we adopt a child, preferably a girl like you, we can call her Roise." Lucien spoke more and more The slower he was, he seemed to think that he could get a response from Stella.

However, the miracle did not favor him as usual.

"No, it can't be called Roise. Our Roise has already gone to heaven. How about Elsa? Don't you always like Frozen?"

Lucien thought of the child he and Stella had no chance for, he and Stella even arranged the baby room, who knows God took back that merciful gift, Stella lost them forever due to pregnancy syndrome at five months the rose.

Stella also suffered from depression.

"I have thought about it carefully. I will agree to Paris Saint-Germain's offer during the winter break. I will go to Ligue [-] to play football. Paris is the capital of fashion. You will definitely like it. Am I caring?" Lucien said. He buried his face deeply into Stella's arms, trying to warm Stella's cold body with himself.

"Please, Stella, don't leave me." He finally cried, tears quickly staining a large piece of Stella's hospital gown.

"Don't do this to me, please, can I retire? I'm going to tell Real Madrid now that I quit. We go back to London, to Paris, or just in Madrid. We will go wherever you say! I promise I will never do it again. Don't piss you off, those models, I never managed to remember their names. Maybe it's been a while since I said it, damn, I should tell you a thousand times a day, I love you, I love you, I love You, only you." Lucien kissed Stella's lips with tears in his eyes, he was like a drowning man whose only driftwood was taken away, like a child who was robbed of his most beloved toy.

"Please, wake up, as long as you wake up, I am willing to agree to a divorce." Lucien promised painfully, "As long as you wake up, I am willing to leave you completely, so, Stella, wake up, okay?"

Stella lay quietly on the hospital bed. This scene reminded me of the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale, waiting for the prince's redemptive kiss to wake up.

But no matter how many times Lucien kissed him affectionately, Stella would never respond to him with the same coquettish smile as before.

Stella was gone and would never be by his side again.

Realizing this fact, Lucien's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, he couldn't breathe, and every breath was a severe heartache.

This pain, the pain pierces the heart, penetrates to the marrow of the bone.

Even if one thousand [-] trophies were obtained, it would not be able to alleviate the slightest.

Even if Lucien Louis's great achievements in football will be written into history, so what if countless latecomers will admire and admire him, the person who can share his joy and glory with him is gone.

Gone, really is gone.

The girl who fell into his eyes like a star on Christmas Eve fell before his eyes, extinguishing all the light.

Instead, he just watched the fall of his star with cold eyes.

Even, it was him who personally accelerated her extinction.

Without him, Stella might still be that sweet and proud Spanish girl, she would meet a man who loves him wholeheartedly like an ordinary girl, would marry that man, would have their roise, and would have the most ordinary and most ordinary woman happy life.

The possibility of this made Lucien feel unacceptable, but as long as Stella lived, he would rather she never stepped into his life.

Even though, he can no longer find his star.

"Baby, I know you will wake up one day, so they don't want to take you away in front of my eyes." Lucien whispered in Stella's ear almost paranoidly, his blue eyes were like the dead sea, and there was no trace of them waves.

"Promise me that one day you'll get up when you've had enough sleep, okay?" He kissed her on the forehead, like a promise and like a bondage.

"Lucien, Lucien!" He felt someone shaking his body, "Wake up, honey, what's wrong with you?"

He heard someone ask him that, and the voice was very familiar.

It's Stella's voice!

Lucien snapped his eyes open to find Stella caressing his face and looking at him worriedly.

Stella is still alive?

No, so that was just a dream?

After reacting, Lucien immediately hugged Stella, his voice was a little dull: "It's okay, baby, I was just having a nightmare."

"What nightmare?" Stella was a little puzzled, "You were crying all the time just now, you didn't wake up no matter what I called you, it scared me to death."

"I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore." Lucien was not very willing to look back on that dream.

"Silly." Stella chuckled and stroked Lucien's blonde hair reassuringly.

Perhaps it was because the two were talking too loudly, and there was a cry from the cradle next to the bed, which made the two who were embracing each other react immediately.

"God, I forgot about our little princess." Stella pushed Lucien away, got out of bed anxiously and picked up the baby in the cradle, it was a very, very cute little sweetheart with blonde hair and blue eyes, "Our little Roise is It's not daddy, mummy woke me up, it's our fault, don't cry, don't cry."

Lucien just sat on the bed like that, watching Stella hugging their little rose and coaxing softly, she sang Spanish nursery rhymes, and soon, Roise stopped crying and laughed a lot.

Lucien got out of bed, opened the curtains, and the sunlight from outside shone in undisguisedly, shining on everyone in the house.

"I love you, Stella." Lucien walked over and took his star in his arms along with his rose.

He said so to his stars.

"I knew it a long time ago." Stella responded to him with little interest, keeping her attention on the daughter she was holding.

"Then you have to always remember, I love you, Stella, nothing can change." Lucien repeated the same sentence softly.

"I will always love you like my life."

The author has something to say: Eating too much sugar may cause indigestion!

Happy sending out a knife!

Lucien and Stella in the movie will always be sweet~