Football God.

"Meow!"

While Heinrich was speaking, Tom howled, and Heinrich and Ronaldo turned their heads at the same time, and saw a common blue tit standing outside the window, looking at Tom with its head tilted. It also spread its wings arrogantly, as if it was certain that Tom would have nothing to do with it.

Tom is still a cat at heart, how can he stand this kind of provocation, he jumped off the cat climbing frame with a loud cry, and ran directly to the small door specially reserved for him at the door, as if he was going to go out and have a showdown with the blue tit !

And this little episode also made Heinrich forget the question he just asked, and Ronaldo didn't respond, and it seemed like it passed.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Heinrich looked at Ronaldo, a little envious of this man's hands that won't explode when touching household appliances, and said, "You can make it." Anyway, it's better than mine. Recently, Bertram was injured, and Regarding the matter of Smith's house, Heinrich has been eating delivery from Leeds United restaurant and Heinrich's restaurant for a long time.

The taste is good, but food that is too delicate always makes Heinrich feel that he does not feel at home.

Ronaldo didn't ask much, and got up to go to the kitchen.

Maybe it’s because Heinrich didn’t have the habit of using hairspray, and he couldn’t find this infrequent product in the bathroom. Ronaldo’s natural curly hair reappeared, and Heinrich couldn’t help but reach out and rub it. It felt very good, and he rubbed it again. kneaded.

If it is said that Ronaldo still had some remaining worries just now, it will disappear after being rubbed twice at the moment.

"You don't seem to want to ask me what happened today." Following Ronaldo into the kitchen, Heinrich leaned against the cabinet with his arms hanging.

Ronaldo opened the refrigerator and looked at the contents, and replied casually: "If you want to tell me, you will naturally say it."

Heinrich watched Ronaldo take out a piece of chicken, and he said with some disgust: "I don't want to eat this, I don't want to eat meat."

"Nutrition is balanced, and the person who cooks is always entitled to decide what to eat today." Ronaldo didn't care whether he protested or not, and it was fine at other times, but now that Heinrich is injured, nutrition comes first .

Heinrich didn't say anything more, he stood there watching Ronaldo cooking.

This is not the first time the Portuguese has been in the kitchen of his home, but before Heinrich took the role of sitting outside and responsible for eating, he never looked at it carefully.

When he watched Ronaldo skillfully mix the ingredients needed for the small cake and then put them into the mold and put them in the oven, Heinrich was a little surprised: "Last time you said you don't know how to do this."

Ronaldo replied casually: "Moritz said you like this."

Because you like it, so I will.

Heinrich suddenly lost his voice. He just looked at the side face of the Portuguese, serious and focused, and suddenly, slowly laughed.

But when Ronaldo seemed to have the feeling to turn his head to look at it, Heinrich had already picked up an egg and gestured back and forth, as if he wanted to try the feasibility of breaking the egg with one hand. Just before Ronaldo stopped him, he had already put the egg It fell into the bowl with the eggshell.

"..." The Portuguese brows trembled, he picked up the kitchen paper beside him and quickly wiped the egg wash off the helpless Heinrich's palm, and gave him a very feasible suggestion, "You Maybe go and see what that cat is doing in the yard."

One minute later, Heinrich, who was tightly wrapped by Ronaldo, sat on a wooden chair in the yard, watching Tom, who was still fighting to the death with the blue tit flying in the air to tease him, some Speechless.

I used to think that my cat could save people and understand human speech, but now what do you think is so stupid?

"Meow!" The blue tit also seemed to feel that Tom was becoming more and more flexible, and flew away after being patted by Tom, while Tom yelled loudly there!

That aura is not like a milk cat, but a tiger.

"Meow meow!" Don't let me see you again!

But when Tom turned around and saw Heinrich, the black cat, which was about to explode like a little tiger just now, became docile in an instant. He jumped onto Heinrich's lap affectionately and rubbed against Heinrich's fingertips.

Heinrich scratched its ears, brushed Tom's chin with his beautiful fingertips, and said casually, "Chris's hair is easier to touch."

Tom couldn't understand what Heinrich said, but the Portuguese who was listening to Heinrich with the window open at the moment felt very happy.

I never thought about the joy of winning a comparison with a cat!

The cooking of beef is actually much simpler than that of vegetables. I poured some red wine into it, and waited for the alcohol to evaporate on a low fire, leaving only the mellow aroma of red wine, which also wafted out the window.

Heinrich looked back, smiled and raised his voice: "Chris, is the beef ready?"

Ronaldo reached out to untie the black apron, and turned his head to look at Heinrich outside the window: "It's almost there."

Heinrich looked much more at ease now, he stood up holding little Tom: "I want to eat strawberries, there are some in the refrigerator, no wash."

After hearing this, Ronaldo went to the refrigerator to take out the strawberries, thinking that he could put them directly on the small cake later, and asked casually: "Why buy disposable ones?" Strawberries also need to be washed?This one looks a lot smaller than normal.

With a smile on his face, Heinrich said with confidence in his voice, "I don't know how to wash."

...well, the reasons are too good to be refuted!

The meal was warm and comfortable. Heinrich didn't like meat at first, but this kind of beef was much softer than the usual fried one, with a strong aroma. Red wine has many favors, but I eat a lot of it.

Watching Ronaldo put the plate into the dishwasher, Adrian - the patient who is too lazy to feel at ease - Mr. Heinrich took the cake with strawberries and gnawed it in small bites.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat it in one bite, but that his appetite obviously can't support him and he eats more.

When Ronaldo came back, he found that all the strawberries on the cake had been picked up and eaten by Heinrich one by one, leaving only balls of white cream on top.

As if sensing Ronaldo's sight, Heinrich coughed lightly, picked up a strawberry and handed it over, with a usual smile: "Try it, it's very sweet."

Ronaldo didn't have much attachment to strawberries. He looked down at his hands that hadn't been completely dried, and leaned over directly, and bit the strawberries into his mouth with Heinrich's hand.

It's nothing if it's just that, even if they're not couples, they're both big men, and stuffing each other's mouths isn't a big deal, but the strawberries are too small, and Ronaldo's lips inevitably touched Heinrich's fingers.

Warm lips touched cold fingertips, and both of them froze in place.

One second, two seconds.

Suddenly separated, the strawberry was crushed between the lips and teeth by the tip of the tongue, and the sweet taste filled the mouth instantly.

Heinrich looked down at his fingers, then at Ronaldo: "Is it sweet?"

Ronaldo swallowed the pulp and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb: "Sweet."

Heinrich also pinched a strawberry and put it in his mouth, yes, it was so sweet.

"Meow~"

Tom uttered another cry, and Heinrich's first reaction was that the blue tit had come back to do things again, but when he looked up, he saw Ronaldo staring straight out of the window.

Heinrich looked back to the window. Little Tom was lying on the glass, with his entire furry face stuck to it.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky that had been clear just now had turned cloudy. Even though it was evening, the setting sun could not be seen like a fire, but a vast expanse of whiteness.

Fluttering, fluttering very slowly because there is no wind, it seems to be spreading to the earth in graceful dance steps.

Heinrich stood up and said softly, "It's snowing."

This year's snow in England is not the first time, but today it looks extra big.

Opened the door, Tom was the first to run out, the energetic black milk cat was undergoing an examination at the pet hospital when it snowed last time, but he didn’t see it, this is the first snow he saw after he was born , looks extra fresh.

And Heinrich held up a white umbrella and walked out.

Looking at the snow with an umbrella is not because Heinrich doesn't like the feeling of snowflakes falling on his body, but because his physique is not good compared to ordinary people, direct contact with these cold little guys is likely to bring bad results. s consequence.

Standing in the yard, looking at Tom with a smile, Heinrich took out his phone to take a picture of the snow scene, and updated Twitter.

[Heinrich: Today, with snow, Leeds is beautiful. 】

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally waited for Mr. Hai to tweet! '

"To be reasonable, every time Mr. Hai's tweets are either scenery or animals, I deeply feel that Mr. Hai is simply a clear stream in Twitter 233333"

'Obviously there are people!Look at how sincere you were when you praised Brother Card Paper last time! '

'Diamond cufflinks: It's snowing, go out with your boyfriend to watch the snow=w=beautiful'

'...Damn it!As soon as you catch up with the earrings on the cufflinks, you start chattering!Do you abuse the dog? I will kill you! '

'Kill to kill!unacceptable! '

'He actually showed off QVQ's cufflinks, he is a man no matter what, and now he's starting to talk about making friends, men, friends, friends, by himself!It is indeed a corrupt country of Great Britain! '

'I saw that many people praised Mr. Hai, hehehe, Mr. Hai is a fan of everyone! '

"But I have a question... Leeds United players like Griezmann and Lewankaka are fine, and former teammates like Owen Guti are fine. What does Mourinho like..."

'Master Luo has liked it, my world view is collapsing!Don't peek at me Mr. Hai!Sea is always for Leeds United! '

Heinrich read the comments and wanted to laugh, and was thinking about whether to reply, when he heard a voice from beside him: "Don't stand for too long, it's cold."

Heinrich turned his head and saw Ronaldo and the scarf in his hand.

"You too, don't catch a cold." Perhaps as a subconscious coach, he is always worried about Ronaldo catching a cold.

Ronaldo nodded, took the handle of the umbrella directly from Heinrich, helped him hold it up, and said, "Manchester United will play Burnley in the next league match."

Burnley is a short drive from Leeds United, and it is only half an hour's drive from Heinrich's home.

Ronaldo seemed to feel that what he said was not obvious enough, and added: "It's snowing heavily."

Heinrich looked at him with a smile, and finally said, "I invite you to stay at my house for one night, Chris."

Ronaldo nodded solemnly: "Okay." But the tip of his ears has already leaked the man's joyful mood.

At this time, some breeze blew up. Even though I usually felt nothing, it was a bit cold in the snow.

Ronaldo directly used the other hand to wrap the scarf around Heinrich's neck, but he quickly stopped, and started to put the scarf on his arm, and then went to untie himself.

"Why not use this?" Heinrich held back the man's movements, a little puzzled.

"This one's cold, and it's uncomfortable to wear around, but mine is warm." Ronaldo grabbed his hand and stuffed the umbrella in his hand, "Help me up." Then, Ronaldo took it off own scarf, trying to surround him.

Heinrich directly took a step closer: "Then let's go together."

Ronaldo froze for a moment, and then quickly realized that he didn't think there was anything wrong with this suggestion. The young Portuguese honestly thought it was a good solution.

But when the scarf surrounded two people facing each other, Ronaldo finally discovered that the distance was very close.

Closer, it seems that as long as you hold this person's neckline, you can put the other's light-colored lips in your mouth in the next second.

The umbrella has returned to Ronaldo's hand. There is a layer of snow on it, which is a bit heavy, but Ronaldo has no intention of shaking it off.

He looked at Heinrich intently, and opened his mouth.

I really want to ask this person, do the steps of falling in love have to be followed?Can he speed things up a bit.

But before that, little Tom had jumped onto the umbrella and shook the snow all over the floor!

No matter how charming it was, it turned into nothingness at this moment. Heinrich laughed directly and asked Tom to go back to the house to warm up. Ronaldo was thinking about the possibility of packing and mailing Tom away now. How big is it.

Gee.

===

Originally, Ronaldo slept in the guest room, but Ronaldo locked half of Heinrich's bed by saying "I'm worried about your arm".

The two of them lay there side by side, without closing the curtains, the moon tonight was extraordinarily beautiful and bright, against which the fluttering snowflakes were very clean and beautiful.

The room was very quiet. Heinrich was lying there with his injured arm in front of him. When Ronaldo was exercising just now, he struggled a lot to take a shower, so he was not too particular about wearing a bathrobe. , half of the body is directly hanging in vain.

Ronaldo didn't fall asleep either, he looked at the ceiling, obviously he had made rapid progress, but now Ronaldo didn't know what to do.

After all, the person I like is extra fragile...

"You heard the question I asked you earlier, right?"

Heinrich broke the silence, Ronaldo looked over and saw Heinrich looking over with a smile.

Why do you like me?

This question is a bit abstract. Ronaldo couldn't think of an answer for a while, and the air became quiet.

Heinrich didn't seem to be in a hurry, he just looked at Ronaldo with a smile, he didn't bow his head slightly due to the height difference as usual, but chose to look straight at him, lay on the pillow, and looked at Ronaldo through the moonlight outside the window Looking at the man next to him, he can clearly see himself in Ronaldo's eyes.

Simple and refreshing, with exquisite facial features, in fact, in Heinrich's aesthetics, the complexion needs to be healthier to look good, but it looks good in Portuguese eyes.Heinrich wouldn't be surprised if Ronaldo said later that he liked him because he was good-looking.

But after waiting for half a minute, Ronaldo finally said: "I can't tell," the voice paused, and the young Portuguese had a firm face, "But I know, I like you, just like I like football .”

If someone else heard this description, I might be angry. Why do you compare yourself to football?It sounds neither romantic nor likable.

But Heinrich laughed, because football is equally important to him.

This sport has changed Ronaldo's life, turned him from a barren island to an international superstar, and transformed Heinrich. The trajectories of his life are inseparable.

For them, football may be a kind of obsession engraved in the bone marrow, and Heinrich understood what Ronaldo meant almost instantly.

If you thought that the love that Ronaldo said was just a simple European-style love, now when Ronaldo said this, Heinrich understood that the boy in front of him had already made his own decision.

What he wants is not fast food, but a long-lasting relationship, warm and stable.

When Heinrich asked this sentence, he was wondering. He was wondering the moment he saw Ronaldo, because he miscalculated how much this person cared about him, and he could rush forward without any scruples at this time. Leeds United just want to take a look at themselves and know if they are safe.

He will learn to origami a rose for himself.

He would worry about the simple way that he forgot to call.

When he looked at himself, there seemed to be starlight in his focused eyes...

The blond man exhaled, stretched out his hand, and gently hugged Ronaldo's neck. His forehead was pressed against the man's forehead, and his fingertips touched the other's earlobe. With a smile, he felt Ronaldo's sudden stiffness. After the body, the blond man slowly stroked the man's neck with his slightly cool fingertips.

one more time.

It was unexpectedly useful to treat Ronaldo in a way of caressing the cat. The originally stiff body softened. The Portuguese hugged Heinrich. He was only slack on the man's waist at first, but he touched him. The smooth skin exposed from the nightgown suddenly drew his arms together, but he didn't dare to use too much force, and carefully controlled the strength.

Closer, closer.

It seems that I have been looking forward to it for too long, and I will feel a little dazed when it suddenly comes, but soon it will be a joy that makes my soul tremble.

Heinrich opened his mouth slowly. When he spoke, he had the taste of mint and refreshing mouthwash, as well as a faint strawberry smell.

It was like the strawberry taste that Heinrich had secretly taken from the cake and stuffed into his mouth just now.

The German man spoke Portuguese, with an accent only at the end of the sentence. It didn't sound like capable English, nor as rigorous as German, but there was an inexplicable gentleness in Ronaldo's ears: "You give You gave me the wrong message, dear Chris, you don't like me."

Ronaldo's pupils narrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth to refute.

The next second, Heinrich's voice sounded again: "You love me, Chris, you gave me a very beautiful love, which is much more beautiful than I thought before."

I like you. EU-gosto-de-você

I love you. EU-te-amo

If before Heinrich just felt that this relationship was like a gift on the road of life, then now, when Ronaldo is standing in the snow and surrounded by two people with a scarf, Heinrich knows that this How precious is this gift, enough for him to take good care of it with his hands and add a man named Cristiano Ronaldo for his future.

Parallel trajectories overlap in this way.

Ronaldo's eyelashes are very long, and it seems that Heinrich can feel touched when he blinks, a little itchy.

Then, Ronaldo didn't seem to have any hindrance: "I have never tried to love someone. If you can laugh alone when you think of your name, this should be love."

Heinrich looked at Ronaldo, bent his lips and smiled: "Then we are on the same starting line now, dear Chris, I haven't tried it either."

"I'm still ahead of you, at least I know, I love you." Ronaldo said this with complacency, and this expression made Heinrich smile even more happily. Aftereffects, everything wants to win or lose.

It's pointless to win or lose in this kind of thing.

However, when his voice fell, Heinrich said gently: "Then, Mr. Cristiano Ronaldo who is leading, are you willing to pull Mr. Adrian Heinrich who is behind?"

Ronaldo didn't react for a while: "What?"

Heinrich rubbed the tip of his nose against Ronaldo with a smile: "I will laugh when I think of your name now."

After hearing this, Ronaldo's first reaction was "then you should be glad that there is no Rooney around you laughing at you", but after two seconds, Ronaldo's reaction came.

……

'If you can laugh alone just thinking about your name, it should be love. '

What I said just a minute ago is so profound in my recollection now.

The Portuguese widened his eyes instantly, and looked at Heinrich. In Heinrich's eyes, he couldn't see the color of this person's face clearly even under the moonlight, but it was placed on Ronaldo's earlobe. The hands clearly felt the rising temperature.

Heinrich didn't say that, and Ronaldo's confession still hasn't received a response, but Ronaldo knows that his progress is much, much greater than expected.

If he is not on the bed now, if he is not holding an injured Heinrich in his arms, I am afraid that Ronaldo can rush out and bounce the ball all night by himself!

He wants to laugh and sing with a trumpet!

Tell the whole world that the identity of Heinrich's boyfriend is his, and no one can take it away!

Looking straight at Heinrich, Ronaldo suddenly turned on the ginger lamp by the bed.

It wasn't bright. The warm color instantly illuminated a small area at the head of the bed. The light shadow and soft color made Heinrich squint his eyes slightly, as if he was adapting to the light.

When he opened his eyes again, the Portuguese had already stood up and looked at him sideways, with his strong arms resting on the blond man's pillow, casting a small shadow on Heinrich's head.

Looking at Ronaldo strangely, Heinrich said, "Why do you..."

"Edel, the love steps you told me before, can I apply to speed up now?"

Application?

Heinrich received many applications, Koscielny applied to pick up his family from France, Mr Byron applied to add a staff lounge to the club, Griezmann applied to restore WIFI - of course this is impossible of.

But apply to speed up the love process?

This was definitely the strangest of the many applications Heinrich received.

He nodded subconsciously, and after he nodded, Heinrich remembered, should he ask him what he was going to do?

However, Ronaldo seemed to be afraid of Heinrich's repentance, so he put his free hand on Heinrich's cheek, directly fixed his movements, and made Heinrich feel that two hands were just right. It's easy to use, unlike myself, now one arm is resting, and the other arm is resting on Ronaldo's shoulder, there is no time to do anything.

In the next second, Ronaldo accurately found Heinrich's lips. He didn't have the same taste as last time. Instead, he used the tip of his tongue to pry open the man's slightly open teeth. He opened his eyes and looked at the warm lamp. down blue eyes.

It really smells like strawberries, sweet.

The author has something to say:

Ronaldo: Tom!Why are you everywhere!

Tom: Meow meow! (You're almost biting my master! Bad guy!)

Ronaldo: Why do you, a cat, quarrel!

Tom: Meow meow! (Now ask yourself why you understand me!)

Heinrich: Probably, the same species can communicate easily

Ronaldo: ... huh?