Arthur's Football

It was his father and him.

But the father in the painting is not the Dinis in his memory.

Together with the self in the painting, it also looks strange, that's because of maturity.

After adding two more tenants, he contacted the designer to change some of the home's decorations according to their preferences. Perhaps the light from the crystal lamp was too soft, but the brushstrokes in the painting seemed so gentle. Nice looked at him with such pride, and his smile in the painting was so silly.

Yes, stupid, so stupid.

He blinked, determined not to look at the idiot in the painting, he swallowed the words that he almost blurted out but felt choked up by the heavy chest.

He's controlling his emotions, he's trying to focus on other places in the painting, for example, the main character.

The protagonists in the painting are so touching and beautiful, they stay side by side where they should appear.

The lights of the same warm color fall on them, so that each of them looks so shiny, whether it is gold or silver, it fascinates him.

Dinis must like it, he thought.

And neither the idiot in the painting nor the current him can resist——

Who made them so charming?

He was literally overwhelmed by them, so it was wrong for him to look at them just now.Not only did this not let him escape from the predicament, but he also set himself up——

He wants to cry.

This is so damn good!

He turned sideways to let him avoid the light source, he didn't want to see how the little guy was looking at him.

He was sure, he was watching him.

He's a crybaby, but it's all Mom's fault, it's from her.

What did Arthur think of him now?But he didn't have time to think too much, because he saw Dinis again.

It was a Dinis he had never seen before.

He looks older than his peers, but it should be, he doesn't cherish himself so much, drinks so much, smokes so much, look at his yellow fingers on his shoulders.

But he is also healthy, his cheeks are plump instead of shriveled, his lips are red instead of pale, and his eyes are the same as those of Sir Sir, but they don't look so clear because of the years, but the eyes are still unforgettable to him.

This is his daddy, Dennis.

This is what he would look like if he were the age of the idiot in the picture.

His chest was stuffy and painful, his nasal cavity was sore, and he didn't dare to blink, which made his eyes swell and hurt.

He actually wants to blame the chick he's been loving all this time, you bad boy!How could you send me this!What if I unwrap a present at Carrington?

How much they envy me.

The first time he turned his back after he felt the hot and humid eyes overflowing from his sockets even if he didn't blink, he blamed Dolores, it was all because of you, I should More like dad, you didn't even give me such a bad brother.

He wiped one eye quickly, then the other.

The living room was too quiet, but he knew that Arthur hadn't left, he was just sitting quietly on the sofa he was sitting on before, but he could feel him watching him all the time.

So he must have seen it all, this bad boy knows, he has a crying god!

This made him a little self-defeating, and he could only look angrily at the idiot in the painting, but it made him find that there was a faint light in the idiot's eyes, hey!What is he thinking!Isn't that guy in the painting about to cry?

He didn't dare to touch the picture, he didn't know much about art, but he looked at the picture for a long time, from the main character to the idiot and Disney.

He looked around again, and finally saw Arthur's signature in a hidden corner.

He never signed anything fancy, for fear that others would see what he wrote, so this allowed him to easily identify his signature, as well as his gift:

To the best player on the planet: Cristiano.Ronaldo

Your most loyal fan, Arthur.Louis.Wellesley.

This made him smile, because he thought of Carrington's uncle Gore, who was in charge of the gate, and he won the bet with him, so he was his "most loyal" fan.

But he thought, Gore is not, his most loyal fan is the one behind him.

This relieved his chest tightness a lot, and made his Adam's apple no longer feel swollen and tangled, and even his breathing became much smoother.

Although he was also sure, it made him make strange noises.

But he didn't care about these anymore, he even turned around rudely and took out a piece of paper, he solved some things that shouldn't exist on his face, but he was very calm.

This is my most loyal fan——

Arthur, he promised me loyalty!He is a real gentleman, he is even called the most chivalrous noble male, he can't remember what the damn knight's eight virtues are, but he knows that since Arthur promised loyalty, he will definitely do it .

So why is he uncomfortable?

After he took out two more tissues, cleaned himself up, and made sure that there was nothing bad on his hands, he carefully turned around holding the picture frame and looked at Arthur, "So your middle name is Louis ?”

Arthur nodded, "But my family calls me Arthur or Alter, you know."

Cristiano smiled, this kid's hair is under the damned too warm-colored light in his house, every strand of blond hair is more dazzling than usual, they seem to be shouting to his hand-waving flag, come and touch me !I am the most beautiful blonde in the world!

Of course they were, and he'd pet them before the kid went to bed.

"I love it," he said.Although he didn't know how long Arthur had been painting, he knew that the kid had been going to the conservatory every night recently, where he got him a studio like the manor.

Since he talked to Ricardo, he goes there every day when he gets home.

Yes, he had already guessed that his gift would be a painting.

Although there was no novelty, he was so curious about what Arthur would draw that he was always itchy in his heart, but when he saw it, he felt that this kid was really bad.

So he has to settle the score!

He pointed to the intuition in the painting in front of him, and asked in a dissatisfied tone confidently: "Why is there no Hercules Cup? It is the best one. Don't tell me that thing belongs to England, you even painted the Delaunay Cup One, why not have it?"

Arthur smiled.

Because, I didn't "see" it.

I haven't seen you pick it up yet, but I think, you will.

Who can resist this kid's smile?Although Cristiano was dissatisfied with the lack of the most dazzling and most should appear protagonist, but if he had reached the age of a fool and received so many honors, he should have been a little satisfied.

After all, that's five Golden Globes!

After all, it was a European Cup!

After all, those are two world footballers!

Although he felt that there was a bug here, maybe FIFA would announce the disbandment of "French Football" tomorrow, so they wouldn't do it together.

So this is the Ballon d'Or belongs to me, does Mr Football belong to you?

Well done!

He would never allow this little guy to draw this for Ricardo!

But he thought, he should also be dissatisfied, because the most precious one is missing.

He glanced at Arthur with dissatisfaction, and saw that he still maintained that smile, shallowly, only slightly raised at the corners of his mouth and slightly raised at the corners of his eyes, so reserved.

Well, he was sure, this kid must have taken the most precious one for himself!

But he didn't want to complain anymore.

Seeing that he will get so much, and this kid is so good, he deserves that.

He washed his face and brought two glasses of milk.

After Ricardo left, he still hadn't gotten rid of the bad habit of pouring two glasses of milk at a time, so he could only drink the other one patiently.

He's got to be a good parent, the hands-on kind.

So they sat together, and after drinking, he put the painting on his lap again, stroked the top of the painting with his fingers that had been washed several times to make sure it was absolutely clean, as if he had touched the gentle strokes with his fingers .

"If Dinis... he should be like this," he said.

"I told Dolores that I wanted to paint this painting. She helped me a lot and asked Hugo to send me a lot of pictures and your home videos. I think he should be that age."

Cristiano looked deeply at his father in the painting, and turned his gaze to Arthur reluctantly, "Will this be my present for next year? I like it."

If he can see Dinis every year on his birthday, it will be the best gift he receives every year.

"Of course." Arthur smiled.

They talked a lot.

"Ricardo told you?"

"Ricardo just gave me inspiration, he didn't directly suggest that I give this. By the way, don't you open the present? He gave you a gift that you must like."

"...on my birthday, but I'm sure I won't get a better present this year."

"no problem?"

"Birthday gift, of course it's a birthday gift! By the way, what's the matter with this guy?" Cristiano pointed to the smirking guy on the canvas. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't like it, although his hairstyle is quite fashionable.

Thinking of this, he looked at the hairstyle again, and then glanced at Arthur again, the boy has a really good taste, and his eyes are very fashionable!

Arthur looked at him puzzled, isn't he the male god in the painting?

Cristiano pointed at "his" expression angrily and said, "Look at this guy, he's smiling like an idiot!"

He wouldn't laugh like that!

Uh, well, to show off his honor in front of Dad, maybe he...he'll...

But he had to tell this chick that he had to respect him, respect!To respect is to make your male god handsome and cool, mature and reserved!

Even if you want to show off your trophy, you have to be proud!hold!

Even if Arthur let him win so many La Liga Golden Boots and Champions League Golden Boots and so many messy things!

He didn't say that he counted them in his head before to confirm how many of each of them there were!

He actually gave him the Club World Cup...

This made him hesitate whether to send this picture. After all, if it is sent out now, the boss will want to kill the two of them, right?

One of the bullets belonged to him, and the other belonged to Arthur. It was really not a waste of a single bullet.

So he has to hold back, can't send it out, absolutely can't, but it makes him too painful!

He glared at Arthur even more fiercely!

your fault!

So what to do honestly, change the La Liga Golden Boot to the Premier League, baby!

Arthur thought he was still angry because of the smile, he looked at the male god suspiciously, you are so cute when you smile.

Cristiano's smile, Cyril's smile, is the most "cute" smile in his heart.

Cristiano put the photo frame on the bedside table, and he did not hesitate to throw the lamp on the ground first.

Then he took a picture with great care and sent it to his mother!Send it to Mendez!Sent to... Kaka.

Hehehehe, how could he not send it to the Brazilians?Just envy, envy and hate!

Before going to bed, he looked at it for a long time.

He looked at Dinis, maybe he would have a sweet dream tonight.

Is it right?dad.

The author has something to say: the red envelopes of the two chapters√

The second is more, it is estimated that it will be until 12 o'clock, and it is a bit late in the afternoon.

Entering Kiev, saving personal character, 100 red envelopes in this chapter, first come first served.

I think the male god must have had a sweet dream today (*￣︶￣)