[football] walk side by side

Cristiano couldn't remember how he put the mess all over the floor back into the bookcase one by one.

When he came back to his senses, he had unconsciously grasped the photo in his hand, and he had randomly stuffed the books scattered on the floor back. He knew that with Cyril's keenness, he would definitely He found that something was wrong, but he couldn't care so much at the moment.

Cristiano felt that his whole head had become a mess.

He didn't stare at the photo anymore, but the picture above seemed to have taken root in his mind, dangling in his mind again and again, constantly emphasizing the authenticity of everything he saw.

As a friend, Cristiano's first reaction should be to be surprised by Cyril's sexuality and worry about his friend's career future after being exposed, but in fact, before that, he first rolled from the bottom of his heart. What came up was a clamoring restlessness, a little aggrieved, a little irritated, and a kind of panic that even he didn't understand, couldn't explain clearly... panic.

The location of the photo is this house.

Speaking of which, when he came in, he did find out that there were not only traces of one person's life in this house, and there was another set of daily necessities besides Cyril's own and a woman's.Although Cyril seems to have cleaned up the traces of the third person, Cristiano accidentally found a forgotten ashtray in the locker.

It is not the kind of ashtray that has just been bought or has been cleaned. Its glass bottom is still covered with gray and black spots left by soot, which are obvious traces of someone using it.

Cyril does not smoke.

Cristiano also knows that not only does Cyril not smoke, but because of his keen sense of smell, he hates the smell of cigarettes very much. This smell makes him feel uncomfortable, and he will detour when he sees smoking in public places on weekdays, not to mention It’s at his house—when several of their Portuguese U21 teammates with good relations had a party at his house, one of them was a smoker, and he was pushed at the door and rinsed his mouth before being allowed in.

So, has anyone become an exception to him?

When this idea came to his mind uncontrollably, Cristiano only felt that the vague sense of panic in his heart seemed to become clearer, as if he finally realized something, but he hadn't had time to go If you get it, you have lost it.

He walked out of the study in a daze, and his eyes fell uncontrollably on the sofa that was exactly the same as the background of the photo.

It was also a sunny noon at this time, the warm sunlight shone through the clear glass windows, and the fine dust faintly lingered on the pure white window sill, and then fell steadily on the light blue sofa armrest.

This should have been a pleasant scene, but seeing it now, he only felt it was dazzling.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, but his brain drifted away uncontrollably——

There are not only traces of one person in this house, so is it cohabitation?They look like a pair of close lovers, no wonder Cyril has almost never had any scandals with girls, after all, they both belong to each other...

Does the heart belong...?

Cristiano pursed his lips and tightened his right hand that grasped the photo.

There is an urge to tear off this piece of paper directly.

But Cristiano held back in the end, he turned his head and walked back to the study, and shoved the photo back roughly—God knows how he endured himself not to tear it off.

Then at this moment, the sound of the door opening came from outside.

"I found it! Sure enough, I accidentally left it there." Cyril's bright and smiling voice came from the living room, and he walked towards the study while talking: " It took a little while to say goodbye to the neighbors, waiting for a long time...Chris?"

When Cyril walked over, he found that his friend was standing at the door.

Not as energetic as when he left, the Manchester United midfielder lowered his head slightly, and his expression looked the same as before, but Cyril always felt that the other party looked a little stiff, and... Lost?

"...Chris, what happened?" Cyril stood still in front of Cristiano, frowning at him slightly.Just as he was about to reach out to touch the other person's forehead or something, the young man in front of him suddenly opened his arms and hugged him.

Cyril: "... Chris?"

Cristiano didn't speak.

He just hugged each other seriously for a while, as if he was confirming something... Cyril didn't know why he had such a strange feeling, but he didn't look like he was joking, Cyril Er hesitated for a while, then patted him on the back while hugging him with his backhand.

Until Cristiano let out a breath and let him go slowly.

"I was a little sleepy just now, and I took a nap." The Manchester United midfielder blinked, with a look of lingering fear: "Then I had a nightmare..."

"...What? I dreamed that I don't want you?" Cyril only guessed that his friend probably had a dream about his own death, but he didn't think too much about it, so he simply joked: "Don't worry, although Your IQ is a little lower, your temper is a little bit worse, and you like to make trouble a little bit on weekdays..."

Cristiano glared at him angrily.

"I will forcefully stay by your side." Cyril said with a smile, seeing his friend recovering from his former vigor, he also felt relieved: "Everything is almost cleaned up, let's go?"

"it is good."

However, what Cyril didn't see was that at the same moment when he turned his head, Manchester United No. [-] also silently lowered his head with an inexplicable expression.

The two of them had a flight at around one o'clock in the afternoon, and after simply solving the problem of lunch, the two of them went to the airport together and got on the plane from Porto to Lisbon.

The two of them didn't talk much along the way, Cyril was a little tired, and fell asleep after talking to Cristiano, but Cristiano didn't feel sleepy at the moment, and his eyes fell on the sleeping young man involuntarily.

He slept peacefully, as if he was really tired. Cristiano stared at his peaceful sleeping face in a daze, but his thoughts drifted to other messy places.

How long have they been together?Are you still together now?

Cristiano knew he should pretend nothing happened, but he couldn't.He couldn't even control his thoughts, and kept imagining some messy scenes: the way they sat on the sofa and chatted casually, the way they bowed their heads and hugged each other tenderly, the way they leaned over and kissed quietly...

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !What the hell is he thinking! ! !

Cristiano scratched his head irritably, and felt even worse when he realized that he had scratched his hair (...).

He attributed all these to being too worried about the career prospects of his friends. After all, he likes the same sex or something. Once it is revealed by the media, Cyril's career path will be finished. As for the feeling of emptiness in his heart... there is probably no way to accept it. Someone is closer to Cyril than to him...

Cristiano lowered his head listlessly, and this depressed mood lasted until they walked out of the airport.

Because not long after they came out of the airport, Cyril received a call.

"Come to see the European Cup? Okay, do you need a few tickets with good seats for you?" Cyril laughed, with undisguised surprise in his voice, "Huh? You've arrived? Do you want me to pick you up?" ?”

When Cyril answered the phone, Cristiano had no special reaction until Cyril spoke.

It's not English, it's not Portuguese, it sounds more like... Chinese?

...I don't understand anyway.

Cristiano turned his head blankly, and secretly looked at Cyril who was talking to the phone.His lips, brows and eyes are full of smiles at the moment, and he looks very happy.

"..." Cristiano pursed his lips, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

The latter quickly ended the call, and showed an apologetic smile to Cristiano who looked over: "I have a Chinese friend who has also arrived at the airport. Otherwise, why don't you go back to the base first, Chris? He doesn't speak Portuguese. I'm not worried about him alone..."

Cristiano hadn't heard what Cyril said later.

His attention has been completely attracted by the words "Chinese friend"!

Although he didn't see the other person's face in the photo because of the angle of view, but judging from the style of dress and height, he was obviously an Asian, and Cyril himself had Chinese ancestry...

Cristiano's heart sank, without even thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said, "I want to go too!"

Cyril was surprised by Cristiano's unusually positive behavior: "Chris?" I always feel... Chris looks a little strange today.

"After all, this is Lisbon, and I am the most familiar with it," Cristiano made up his mind that he must find time to learn Chinese in the future, while explaining solemnly: "So let's go together, just as I can bring You go around Lisbon and meet your friends."

Cyril thought for a while, and felt that what Cristiano said was quite reasonable. He didn't come to Lisbon many times, so the work of a guide should be handed over to Chris, who is a local.Immediately nodded readily: "Then I will trouble you."

Speaking of this, he paused again, and said as if remembering something: "Speaking of which, my friend is still your fan. If he sees you, he must be very happy."

Cristiano replied dryly: "...Oh."

But I was not happy to see him at all.

Cristiano's unhappiness was too obvious, and Cyril couldn't ignore it.In the past, when Cyril mentioned which of his friends was his fan, Chris might be able to be proud for a week. Today is... what's wrong?

He was still hesitating, but Cristiano over there had already begun to urge: "Don't you want to see your friend? Let's go quickly. Don't keep people waiting."

I heard that Asians are generally shorter.

and so……

Although I don't know what he looks like, but...he is definitely not as tall as me, and his figure is definitely not as good as me. Of course, he must definitely and inevitably...not as handsome as me!

Humph.