[football] walk side by side

Cyril asked Cristiano to sit down at the table, and he turned his head back to the room to get the medicine.Although Cristiano had paint on his face, it was actually just a skin trauma. He applied the ointment, and felt that the wound was slightly cold, but there was no pain at all.

"Then, I'm leaving?" Cristiano hesitated.It wasn't reluctance, it was just that after all these things, he really didn't have any bad feelings towards Cyril at the moment, so it seemed a little impolite to just walk away.

Cyril didn't have so many entanglements. After so many things in a day, he is back home now, and he is too lazy to maintain his usual image, so he naturally asked: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." Cristiano shook his head honestly. He suffered a sudden disaster after leaving the training ground, and then Cyril was pulled here. How could he have time to solve the lunch problem?

"That's it." Cyril thought for a while, "Why don't I treat you to dinner as a thank you for the rough road today." He said in a joking tone.

……

Cristiano sat in front of the only wooden table in the small living room, propping his chin in distress in a daze.

Just when Cyril asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner, he didn't know what was wrong with him at that time, so he agreed by accident.And looking at the situation, it was Cyril who did it himself... Should he tell the truth for a while or pretend to be nonchalant to take care of the other party's self-esteem?

While he was still immersed in his own thoughts, the door behind him opened with a "click".

Cristiano froze for a moment, then looked back subconsciously.

The woman in front of the door has long hair that is as smooth as silk, and the black hair hangs down to her waist along her delicate waist. As she closed the door, a few strands of hair fell across her fair skin. , bringing people infinite reverie.

But that's not what surprised Cristiano.

To put it bluntly, after Sporting Lisbon became famous, Cristiano actually had some beautiful models who came to his door. In terms of figure and appearance, the woman in front of him who should be attributed to a middle-aged woman is obviously incomparable Yes, but she has a kind of temperament that models and movie stars can hardly possess. She just smiles and frowns, which is not comparable to those stars who rely on their body and beauty.

If the person standing here is an oriental person, perhaps he can quickly express the indescribable feeling of Cristiano—that is the gentleness and clearness that only a woman from a scholarly family and a water town in the south of the Yangtze River can have. Gentle like water.

"Huh?" Turning around, Shen Wei also saw the strange boy at the table. She was surprised for a moment, then smiled gently, and said with some joy: "Are you Cyril's friend? I am Wei Shen, this is Cyril's mother. May I ask your name?"

"I'm Cristiano Ronaldo." Cristiano didn't know how to answer the first question. The woman in front of him was obviously Cyril's mother. He also saw the other party's joy, but he and Cyril?

But Cristiano is always a good boy, although sometimes he is awkward, but he will not really do things that hurt others.He murmured vaguely, thinking that it seemed too much to say that he was not a friend in front of his happy parents, so he pursed his lips and said nothing in the end, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Shen Wei who was recognized was very happy, "Are you Cyril's teammate? He seldom brings friends to play at home. Don't be too polite, just treat it as your own home. What do you want to drink? Tea or drinks? Hey, Cyril is also true, he brought guests over and treated them well..."

Cristiano was a little overwhelmed by Shen Wei's enthusiasm. He watched as Shen Wei uttered a bunch of words, then went to the refrigerator to look for drinks, until Shen Wei put a glass of orange juice in front of him. Christie Yano said belatedly: "Sorry... I don't drink."

"This is freshly squeezed orange juice, not the kind of drink in the supermarket." Shen Wei waved his hand and explained with a smile: "Cyril usually doesn't drink that kind of thing, the juice is freshly squeezed from fruit, I think Are you too?" When she said this, she shook her head helplessly: "Although I also think that a healthy diet is necessary, it won't make you feel uncomfortable to criticize yourself like this all the time?"

"I don't think so." Cristiano replied earnestly: "Since you have decided to fight for something as a professional player, you must learn to restrain yourself. Only when you lose can you gain."

Shen Wei was startled, but did not speak.

Just when Cristiano couldn't help himself and began to think about whether there was something wrong with what he just said, Shen Wei nodded silently: "I think you are right, Cristiano, thank you."

Cristiano didn't understand why Shen Wei thanked himself, could it be that he thanked him for taking care of Cyril?He was a little embarrassed, but he was too embarrassed to really ask, so he also kept silent.

Then at this moment, he smelled a fragrance that he had never smelled before.

"I don't have any ingredients, so I just made some fried rice." Cyril said as he came out with two plates, and was stunned when he saw Shen Wei beside Cristiano: "Mom? When did you come back?" ?”

"Today's work was finished early, so I came back early." Shen smiled and stood up: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy some food, you guys talk." After she finished speaking, she thoughtfully walked away, leaving only Cyril and Christia The two of Nuo looked at each other.

Cyrillic:"……"

Cristiano: "..."

Before the two of them were about to step into the embarrassment of mystery because of Shen Wei's departure, Cyril first put the plate in front of Cristiano: "The ingredients are limited, but the taste should be better than British food." He blinked , joked.

Cristiano was quickly attracted by this novelty, "What is this?"

"Egg fried rice, a very common food in China." Cyril said, and sat opposite Cristiano with another plate. Unlike Cristiano, he prepared chopsticks for himself. Cristiano is the spoon. "Usually we use this to eat," he shook the chopsticks in his hand, "but you're definitely not used to it."

"Is this rice?" Cristiano had seen something similar in a Chinese restaurant before. He saw that Cyril had already buried his head in the rice, hesitated for a while, and carefully picked up a spoon and put it into his mouth. "...the taste is not bad?"

"Of course, I almost became a chef back then." Cyril gave him a blank look, and said, "You wash the dishes later."

"..." Cristiano: "Is this how you treat your guests?" he accused.

"You can also choose to put down the bowl and leave now." Cyril gave him a suggestion.

Cristiano had no choice but to remain silent.

Cyril felt that he probably understood what Cristiano had been awkward about.

Rather than saying that he hated the perfect self before that person, it would be better to say that he hated that Cyril Slade who had restrained all his temper and sharpness.And when Cyril became less reasonable, Cristiano felt more natural instead.

Because of his frankness, he hates falsehood.

This kind of reason is really the same as that of a child.

Cyril couldn't explain his complicated mood for a while. It seemed that Cristiano's background was not much better, but his family's careful protection allowed him to retain that purity to a certain extent.

It's the complete opposite of myself.

"If Pexel exposed our fight to the media, will we be suspended?" Cristiano, who was dragged by Cyril to the kitchen to wash dishes, asked honestly in front of a volunteer.

"No." Cyril shook his head: "Even if we are temporarily suspended, we will not lose the chance to participate in the competition in the future. But Peksai is different. If he misses this time, he will never have another chance. Si Corali has no place in his team. If he chooses to expose the media, then he himself will be punished as well."

"Then what about the game?" Cristiano hesitated for a while, but still asked: "According to the current situation, Pexel will definitely make things difficult for you in the national team. Are you okay?"

"There is only one thing I need to do now," Cyril said: "Patience."

"endure?"

The teenager smiled: "Just wait and see, the matter will end soon."

***

Cristiano really didn't know where Cyril's confidence came from.

Especially after the next day's major sports newspapers were published——

"Facts have proved that Mr. Mourinho's delay in giving Cyril Slade a chance to play is the reason. The performance of the national team training is enough to prove everything-that is, the current Cyril Slade does not have The ability to play for the first team, combined with Porto's recent poor financial situation, it is not difficult to speculate that Cyril Slade is just a substitute choice for Mr. Mourinho in desperation. Porto still has to win the championship. Rely on the main lineup."

"I don't know what you think after watching the training video. I only know that in this European Youth Championship, it is very likely that we will not even be able to enter the group stage. We lack a midfielder that truly connects offense and defense. And Cyril Slade obviously has no such ability at all. How far can we go with pure offensive strength? I doubt it."