[football] little princess

2011 11 Month 21 Day.

Beckham did not participate in the next championship celebration ceremony, not to say that the MLS finals championship is not important to him, you must know that this is his first MLS championship in his five-year career in the United States.This championship is also a relief for him. This season's competition is finally completely over. He no longer has to travel frequently and tiredly on both sides of the Atlantic. This time he plans to stay in Ireland between seasons and refuse all business activities.

Of course Victoria had objections to this, but looking at Beckham's resolute eyes, she knew it was useless to say anything, so she let him go.If he is prevented from seeing the little princess at this time, he will live in regret for the rest of his life, and it is very likely that their husband and wife relationship will exist in name only.Who the hell, thought Victoria, who hadn't thought through her choice of a husband before thinking about what would happen to a man whose heart was set on a little girl as a child?

In a daze, Ila heard Jane saying that the US professional finals were over and Galaxy Los Angeles really won the championship.Does this mean that Beckham will come all the way again? Setlla was restless, but her head was always dizzy, and she didn't bother to think about so many things.

A pair of strong hands helped her up and placed her on the sofa, being careful not to touch the infusion tube, "You have to do something, you can't lie down like this anymore." Brady's voice sounded inexplicably anxious, Setlla thought Everyone in the family would have kicked you out a long time ago if they didn't like you.What are you doing here?Obviously nothing works anymore.

She couldn't speak, opened her eyes and looked vaguely at the afterimage in front of her, and moved her fingers slowly in Brady's palm.He waited with bated breath for her to finish writing the words, almost as long as a century.

"I'm a person who starts and ends, Setlla." Brady said calmly, returning to his usual style, "I don't care what you're thinking now, I will never think about other issues before you leave."

Hey, Setlla sighed inwardly.When Ferguson came two days ago, he also threatened to live here, but if everyone who came to see her did so, would Manchester United still participate in the Premier League?The situation in Liverpool is not so good now, but it is said that Brady left all the things to his brother Al, and became a shopkeeper who did nothing, which is not good.

Brady held her hand tightly, pursed his lips, "Don't try to express anything, no matter what you say, I won't leave."

It's kind of weird, hey man, it's like she's about to die and everybody's coming to die for her.Brady, father, jane, mark, they're all gathered around here, and maybe beckham is flying over the atlantic.

There was a sense of helplessness in the whole room, and occasionally the phone rang, maybe it was someone who was restless and wanted to ask about the situation. Setlla doesn't know much about her physical condition. This disease rarely brings pain, but only more and more lost consciousness.Recently, her comprehension ability also seems to have declined, and it often takes the people next to her to repeat it several times before they understand where they are going to take her next.I have been to many places to seek medical advice, but spinocerebellar degeneration is still an unsolved problem in medicine. I wonder if Setlla should be happy that no one will inherit this disease.

After an unknown amount of time, her sense of time was almost obliterated by the infinite stillness, and her hands were suddenly held by the familiar warmth.It's amazing to feel the warmth in the hands different from the rest of the body.

"Little princess, I'm here. How's your day going? I guess you won't listen to Jane and won't get up, right..." Beckham would always chatter with her about many irrelevant things, like She is not a silent patient who is not much different from a vegetable.They are gradually getting used to communicating with setlla by writing with their palms, which usually takes a lot of time, but they always show the utmost patience.

Lla tried many times to persuade Beckham not to tell her to reward marshmallows every day like coaxing a child to take medicine and treatment hard, and also tried to tell him how unwise it is to waste time here.But every time Beckham understood what she meant from the palm of his hand, he just shook his head and said this is my freedom, what do you want to eat now?What do you want to see?What do you want to hear?

Great, it made her look like a young lady who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long.Hmm, so it seems like it used to be.

Thankfully, Beckham finally finished his usual chatter and began to help her look at the illustrations. Setlla can be regarded as a young man of literature and art, and has drawn beautiful design drawings. It just so happens that Victoria has first-hand information about fashion shows, so Beckham always shows her the latest designs.

"Do you like it, this season?" Beckham pointed to the latest fendi men's collection, a set of pullover tops, tape raincoats, hand-stitched suits, slim trousers, denim jackets and Bermuda shorts. , Streamlined breath. Setlla nodded weakly, it seems that Beckham has become more and more aware of her design preferences, this is not good, not good.

Beckham felt her slight head shaking and immediately asked if she was tired. Setlla thought that if I am not tired, you will be, so she nodded.Beckham closed the brochure, stood up from Setlla, and put his hands on the wheelchair.But when he lowered his head, he suddenly found that Setlla's eyes were fixed on the brochure, ecstatic.

This issue focuses on the London fashion show, so the back of the brochure features the London Eye, one of London's iconic landmarks.Beckham suddenly thought that after Setlla was 16 years old, he never accompanied her to the London Eye, but every girl has a yearning for that thing.And Setlla has him in her heart who is destined not to spend her whole life with her, has she never been to the London Eye since then?

Lla raised her hand, and Beckham handed her palm up, and she wrote: "I want to go to London at Christmas."

There is still a month before Christmas, but the doctor said that setlla probably won't last a month.Beckham refused to say anything to hurt her, so he smiled and said of course he could. As soon as Setlla came upstairs, Magniel and Brady approached, eager to find out what Setlla had just said.

"She wants to go to London at Christmas time." Beckham seemed a little worried, he wasn't sure if Setlla would still have enough energy for a long-distance trip.

Magniel patted him on the back, sighed and said, "Take her there. If she can last until then, don't let her regret it." As he spoke, his eyes turned red, and he turned and walked upstairs.

Brady just looked straight at Beckham, and it took a while before he said a word: "I think she will definitely choose to be alone with you to make her happy."

2011 12 Month 24 Day.

The doctor said that it is a miracle that Setlla can survive until now. After all, she can only take in nutrition through infusion, and her motor function is seriously impaired. However, if she has to take off the infusion tube for a long-distance trip, it is difficult to guarantee that she can return to Dublin safely.But they all felt that it didn't matter. It really didn't matter at this point.

Wrapped in a thick mass, lla is pushed along the red and green streets of London.The advantage of Christmas is that even if you are wrapped up like a zongzi, you will not be noticed, so Beckham enjoys a rare tranquility.In the freezing temperature, he kept talking to Setlla to maintain her meager consciousness.

"Have you heard the song playing on the street, little princess, do you remember that 22 years ago, we heard the same song in front of the Manchester Art Gallery, Jinglebellsjinglebells, Jingleallthewa-sleighhey..."

The corners of Lla's mouth under the scarf were slightly raised. Beckham's singing is still the same as before, his voice is as soft as cotton candy.

Beckham encountered some problems when booking. The London Eye was closed to tourists on Christmas Eve. Fortunately, his reputation and connections finally played a role at this time, and the management department agreed to open it for him for half an hour.As a result, the middle-aged man who was driven to London on Christmas Eve and was now in charge of mechanical management felt irritable. Beckham patiently agreed to his request for a group photo and autograph, without ignoring his disgusted gaze when he looked at Setlla.

Illa shook her head weakly to indicate that it was okay, and Beckham smiled at the man, and carried Setlla's wheelchair into the tempered glass cabin.The Ferris wheel was rising slowly, and Setlla watched the scene outside the glass slowly changing. Standing beside her, Beckham suddenly felt his skin being gently touched.

"What's the matter, little princess?" When Setlla slowly finished writing the words she wanted to express, Glass Zang had already risen to half the height.

"Are you talking about the end of the world? 2012?" Setlla gave him an affirmative look, and Beckham touched her head, "You will understand that this is fake, there will be no landslides, you will see it knew."

Lla smiled weakly, she might not have the chance to see it.In fact, what she wanted to say was that it would be nice if she could die at the end of the world, at least with all the people she loved.Only now, seeing the blue Thames River quietly flowing outside the window, the night sky dotted with stars and the huge city full of jubilation and noise during festivals, did she know that her reluctance for life is so deep.

She watched intently until their glass cabin was raised to its highest point, when she suddenly pointed eagerly to her pockets.Beckham put his hand in with kindness, touched a small thing, and took it out to see that it was a small red bag, just like the one she gave to Brooklyn and Ronaldo.

But this is wrong, how can setlla have the strength to do this?He suddenly thought of how in the past few years when he didn't visit her, she used a little effort to sew up the lucky bag until she had no more strength to do it anymore.

"Little princess..." The pain that had been suppressed for a long time finally came out, but Setlla suddenly smiled, and raised her finger slightly to signal Beckham to look outside.Pure white snowflakes fluttered down one after another and condensed on the glass. The place where they were was so high that no sound could be heard. Only the silent snowflakes fell on the entire city, covering the entire London.

Ila moved her mouth, but didn't make a sound, but the small mouth shape was enough for Beckham to distinguish this sentence.He pressed her cold face and murmured: "I understand, little princess, so do I."

When his tears fell on her neck, she still didn't have any conditioned reaction.The falling snowflakes finally covered all the buildings in sight. There was no sound, and the temperature was slowly fading.He seemed to stop in a static time and space, and everything ceased to exist.

[ilikeit.]

Me too, little princess, Merry Christmas.

He would spend the rest of his life liking this place he would never come to again.

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