[football] little princess

2008 8 Month 24 Day.

The Olympics made Beijing a different place than Setlla thought it would be, honestly.How could the sky be so blue, and how could the air quality be so good!

In any case, this secret itinerary brought them a lot of convenience, but that did not include the time when they appeared openly in public.When Beckham appeared in the stands of the Olympic men's football final, the audience who were lucky to sit in the first few rows were all excited.This made Beckham, who was still recognized in a hat and sunglasses, at a loss. He nervously protected Setlla who was sitting on the chair, and signed autographs quickly.

There was no way, because they were afraid that Setlla's wheelchair would have difficulty getting in, so they entered the Bird's Nest ahead of time with the help of the organizers, but they still caused congestion. It was the first time that Beckham felt that being famous became so bad.After the order was finally maintained, Setlla noticed Beckham's obviously frustrated expression, and hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, I've gotten used to your fans a long time ago."

Beckham parted his lips and smiled, but it was clear he was still unhappy. Setlla racked her brains to figure out how to enliven the atmosphere. It wasn't until the players entered the field that she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She pointed in the direction of the Argentine players and said, "Look at that No. 11, Di Maria. Very happy?"

"He plays for Benfica, and he looks a bit...well." Beckham, unable to find a word, finally temporarily forgot the embarrassment just now, and carefully explained to Setlla the composition of the Argentine and Nigerian teams in the final. When it came to Messi, Setlla exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, I know him, the one that Cristiano hates like Kaka!"

"Uh..." Beckham didn't know how the people next to him would feel when they heard such a description. It seems that the people sitting on the left and right are some big entrepreneurs or celebrities in China. If they post a status, it may spread quite well. strong.

Messi, Aguero and Di Maria performed very well throughout the game. The only goal came from Messi assisting Di Maria.After the game, the staff came up to ask Beckham if he could be interviewed by reporters, but he simply refused. Setlla obediently didn't say a word at the side, but the eyes from all around kept looking at her, including the players who came to shake hands with Beckham friendly after the game.

Messi still looks a little childish, with long hair with no taste (forgive her, she used to say that Ronaldo has no taste because she didn't know it) looking up at her curiously.Seeing this, Aguero hurried over to drag Messi away. Setlla couldn't understand what they were saying in Spanish, but she guessed that Aguero must be accusing Messi of being rude, because the little man glanced at her afterwards She turned her head away in embarrassment.

But Setlla laughed when she saw Messi later, and Beckham asked her why, and she said that she could actually persuade Ronaldo to get in touch with Messi, and maybe he could regain his confidence in front of Kaka.So Beckham stopped talking again, and silently pushed the wheelchair to the parking lot to meet their guide in Beijing.

But when the elevator down to the parking lot opened, something unexpected happened. Two reporters were ambushing in a place where only players and VIPs could enter.At the moment when the camera was aimed at Setlla, Beckham reacted and stood in front of her, looking sternly at the reporter. Setlla knew something was wrong, she couldn't let the reporters film David with such a bad expression, "Hey, are you here to find me?"

"Little princess!"

Setlla ignored Beckham's anxiety, and asked slowly, "I guess, you want to ask me what's the relationship with David now, right?" She already knew that someone would be curious about this, but Both Beckham and Ferguson tried their best to keep her out of the public opinion, and did not allow reporters to have the opportunity to press her.But she has to face it after all, just like James went to Beckham's house to find her that day, she has to face it after all.

The two reporters were stunned for a moment, and then the one with the recording pen came forward and asked her with difficulty while struggling with Beckham's arm: "Miss Magnier, have you been talking to Mr. Beckham recently? Appearing in the camera together, may I ask if the relationship between you is really just brother and sister? You must know that Mr. Beckham's time with Miss Victoria has been significantly reduced recently!"

"We have always been pure and simple as brothers and sisters." Setlla replied calmly. At the same time, Beckham had given up on whether to cover her mouth. Instead, he stood beside her in a sideways protective manner. posture.

"Let me tell you an exclusive, the reason why David is always by my side is because I have five or six years to live before I die. You see, I am very poor, right? I have been dying since I was 6 years old. Would it be too harsh to let me spend more time with my favorite brother if I grew up with him, even if I was about to die?"

"Stop talking, little princess." Beckham lowered his head, the suppressed emotion in his voice made the photographer holding the camera hesitate subconsciously, but the reporter holding the recording pen continued to ask: "So Say, your condition is not just paralyzed, but terminally ill, right?"

"right……"

"Please get out of the way." Beckham finally couldn't help pushing the wheelchair and strode away. The reporter with the recording pen wanted to go forward, but was stopped by his companion.

Beckham didn't understand why Setlla said such straightforward words and why she was so cruel to herself. Didn't she understand that she shouldn't be protecting him at this time?

Feeling the tense atmosphere in the car, the guide didn't ask any more questions about how he felt about watching the game today, and directly asked the driver to drive to the hotel to rest, and told them not to forget the itinerary for the closing ceremony at night, and left quickly.She clearly knew that the two usually lived in the same standard room. Although it was probably because Setlla couldn't take care of herself now, she always felt that the aura between the two of them was not as simple as that of ordinary siblings.

After returning to the room, Setlla tried her best to act as if nothing had happened, and even watched the most popular TV series on the TV drama channel, but she didn't know how much she could understand.

"Do you understand?"

"Well, I can understand a little bit, do you want me to introduce the plot to you? This is about..."

"Setlla!"

Whoa, calling her by her first name is not a good sign. Setlla stuck out her tongue, leaned on the bed and smiled at Beckham, "Okay, just tell me if you have anything to do, I'll listen."

When she said this, Beckham didn't know what to say first, so she wouldn't talk about "death" all the time?Or let her not always be brave in front of him?

No, none of that was right, not what he most wanted to ask.

"Little princess, do you think... I've been with you so often this year because I'm pitying you?" He didn't notice the tremor in his voice, neither did Setlla, so she was still working on how to succeed Haha without a trace: "Why, of course I know that you care about me very much. I also hate my body for not getting better. But there is no need to rush, right? I just said those things just to get rid of the reporter. Just go."

No, no, the smile is too false, this level of lying is not like the usual Setlla.Beckham walked to the window and put his hand on the back of her neck. It was obviously a gentle touch, but Setlla had the illusion of being threatened.

"Tell the truth, little princess. You forget how many years I have lived with you. A lie that is not properly disguised will be easily exposed." He only realized now that maybe she had lied to him in many emotions.

Setlla was angry, she didn't like the feeling of being mastered.Looking up, she said decisively: "That's right, I think you are pitying me. After I can't move my legs, I care more than before. Can you explain it with emotions other than sympathy?"

Beckham was startled, something was about to move in his eyes, he leaned over and hugged Setlla, put his lips on her shoulder, and murmured over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Setlla's body was stiff and she didn't dare to move an inch. She obviously felt that Beckham's mood was very wrong, and she didn't dare to push him away rashly.But what is there to be sorry for?Do you have to apologize to even a poor person these days?

"sorry Sorry……"

"Hey, You……"

"Sorry, I think I like you."

Like a silver bullet piercing her heart, the pain of being hit instantly spread to her whole body.After being still for an unknown amount of time, Setlla gently pushed Beckham away, tried to smile and said, "Hey, I like you too, so it goes without saying."

However, Beckham just shook his head with a sad expression, but his voice became more firm, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize earlier that I like you like a lover."

If it was a joke, she swore she would never talk to Beckham again in her life.But those olive green eyes were so serious that she couldn't help but believe it.This is too ridiculous. When she confessed suddenly when she was counting down to live, it was hard not to think that it was the effect of sympathy.

Setlla became serious, "Hey, before Victoria and I go all out, it's better for you to come to your senses earlier."

"Listen, little princess." Beckham held her face in his hands, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips, "I know it's rude to do this, but I think you need to know. Because I just found out that you care this."

One drop, two drops, the warm liquid spilled on his hands, Setlla raised the corner of her mouth while crying: "You better not lie to me."

"I didn't, I swear I absolutely didn't."

She finally couldn't help crying, she didn't want to care whether it was true or not at this moment, she didn't want anything, as long as there were these words, she didn't want anything.