shadow striker

Since the Turin-Barcelona train is a night train, even the most efficient European train network needs to stop at this station for resupply and sometimes to change conductors.Because almost no trains in Europe go directly to one station, they pass through many places, and sometimes they arrive at those places at two or three o'clock in the morning, or four or five o'clock in the morning.

And the next train conductor needs to remind every passenger who takes the night train before they arrive at the station, and give them breakfast.Of course, they also need to indicate the compartment and check the ticket for every passenger who boards the train at midnight.

It is precisely because of these that the train from Turin to Barcelona will stop at this station for half an hour or even longer.

When Yue Yihuang was walking towards the first-class compartment of the train with the train ticket and reservation form, a young man with dazzling blond hair and blue eyes was about to pick up his computer bag and walk out of the compartment, but he did so because of watching When he reached Yue Yihuang who was passing by the car window, he stopped, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He paused, but still stood up to go out.

At this time, the conductor inserts the new passenger nameplate into the nameplate place outside the compartment.This way, when passengers on the next leg of the train ride walk into the compartment, they can quickly find their compartment.

But the blond young man happened to see Yue Yihuang's name on the nameplate inserted outside his carriage.This made his doubts even deeper, because... next to Yue Yihuang's nameplate, there was written: Barcelona.

Then he smiled as if thinking of something, and asked the train conductor who was putting a nameplate in the next compartment when the train departed again, then returned to the compartment and sat down again.

Almost when he sat down again, footsteps were heard in the corridor. The man seemed to have stayed outside the door of the carriage for a while, and after confirming that this was his carriage, he opened the door.

The one who appeared in front of the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man... was indeed the black-haired, black-eyed Chinese player who played in Serie A.He nodded when he saw another person in the car, and took another seat in the two-person car.

Since taking the night train to Barcelona tonight was a temporary decision he made, Yue Yihuang didn't bring too many things with him.And he just finished playing a game and he doesn't need more things to kill time, it seems that sitting quietly and recalling what he wants to recall seems to be enough.

A quiet breath slowly overflowed from his body, with an indescribably light and gloomy color.

"What's the weather like in Turin today?"

An exceptionally nice voice sounded beside Yue Yihuang, it came from that young man with blond hair.Rather than saying that the voice is pleasant, it is better to say that the voice is so wonderful that people seem to feel better at the moment they hear it.The already romantic Italian was spoken by him, as if ordinary conversations could be turned into whispers between lovers.

This was because Yue Yihuang, who always spoke Italian with a strange intonation due to historical reasons, felt a little embarrassed to speak Italian with this person.

It was during this period of hesitation that he saw the man's eyes clearly.It is so special, it should be a light blue color, but it has a grayish texture, or it will be a lighter and more transparent color, as if it will be caught by his eyes if he is not careful. attracted the mind.

"The weather in Turin today is great, but it's only during the day. Although it's not November yet, it's still a bit cold at night, and you may be wearing too little."

The man didn't seem to have thought that Yue Yihuang would tell him such a thing, he was taken aback for a while, and then showed a caring smile.

"I haven't been to Turin for a long time, but there are precious memories of my childhood here. I always take the plane from here to there, and occasionally...I want to miss the past, take the train, look out the window Scenery, just spend the whole day like this.”

The blond man's words seemed to touch Yue Yihuang's heartstrings, and he was stunned for a moment before laughing: "Maybe I am like this too."

Such words made the blond young man smile noncommittally: "It seems that you are a nostalgic person. Usually, such people are very kind."

As he said that, the man stretched out his hand to Yue Yihuang: "My name is Carl."

"My name is Yue, Yue Yihuang. But you can call me Yue."

After the two exchanged names, the conversation started.It was a very strange feeling. I just met a stranger on the train, but I didn't know anything except a name, but Yue Yihuang, who usually doesn't talk much, opened his heart and talked with him, as if ...as kind as a long-lost friend.

"When I was very young, my grandfather would often take me to Turin. At that time, my grandfather was still in good health. He liked the Turin football team here. But every time he took me there after watching the game, he would be very happy. Silence. At that time, I never knew why Grandpa was unhappy."

Karl mentioned the Turin team in front of Yue Yihuang without hesitation, but when he looked at Yue Yihuang, his eyes were the same as when he first looked at him.This made Yue Yihuang relieved, thinking that this blond man named Carl probably hadn't paid attention to the Torino team for a long time.

Therefore, he does not know himself.

"But a few years ago, I finally understood why. He told me that when he was a child, he lived in Turin. At that time, the happiest thing for him every week was to be able to spend a weekend Going to see Torino games. He loves Torino, and every time Torino wins, it makes him happy for days. Although, Torino wins almost every week. But, in his At 19, everything changed."

"Supega Air Crash."

Hearing this, Yue Yihuang finally took a breath and said this word that is painful for everyone who loves this football club with a history of more than 100 years.

"Yes, the Superga air crash. Although, the Torino team continued tenaciously after that. But grandpa thought that this is no longer the team of gods he loved so much. Although, he still couldn't let go of that team. The team that once brought him endless happiness. Until his deathbed, he still couldn't let go of the regret in his heart."

Carl spoke extremely slowly, but there was deep emotion in that slow tone, as if there was power penetrating into the bottom of the heart.

"I'm sorry to remind you of this. It's just... Torino beat Juventus this afternoon. If your grandpa... your grandpa could know, he would be very happy about it."

"Yes, I think he'll be able to know."

A smile appeared on Carl's face, but at this moment his smile was mixed with an indescribable confidence.Such emotions made Yue Yihuang immediately feel a faint sense of accomplishment.At this time, he could really feel the fans who supported the Turin team... what kind of expectations were poured into them.

And he will also carry that expectation and go all the way.

"Are you Italian? Excuse me, it's just that you don't look like it, but you really speak Italian very well."

"No, I'm not Italian. In fact I'm a Jew."

Karl didn't say his nationality, but only his nation, as if he could make him feel a sense of belonging, from the very beginning, it was the troubled and outstanding nation, not his nationality .

Hearing his answer, Yue Yihuang was obviously very surprised.Although he had left China for Europe since he was nine years old, this was the first time he had seen a Jew.He didn't hide his surprise, and even exclaimed.

"Are you... Jewish? I've always heard that Jews are smart."

In this regard, Carl smiled, as if he was accepting Yue Yihuang's praise, instead of being humble, he also turned to tease Yue Yihuang.

"You are Chinese, right? Chinese people are also very smart. I have read the English translations of Sun Tzu's Art of War and 36 Strategies. It is hard for me to imagine that it was thought up by people thousands of years ago."

"You think that's smart? But a lot of Europeans I meet say that's immoral."

Yue Yihuang's too honest and straightforward answer made Carl, who had always maintained a classical, elegant and gentlemanly demeanor after the meeting, couldn't help laughing.After laughing to the end, even Yue Yihuang found it funny and laughed along with the other party.

"If I say that I don't think those are immoral, what do you think? I think that what Sun Tzu said in Art of War and 36 Strategies is often used by Europeans. At least, I have seen it many times. But they tend to be more Keep those in your heart and use them secretly instead of writing a book like this so that everyone can see his 'immorality'."

Hearing this novel remark, Yue Yihuang laughed even harder.Moreover, after laughing, he was surprised to find that the bad mood since entering the train station gradually dissipated, as if dispelled by the laughter of the person in front of him.

"So, you're going to Barcelona?"

"Yes. I'm going there to see the places I miss, the people I miss."

It seems that because this person doesn't know who he is and has nothing to do with the circle of friends around him, it is almost very easy for Yue Yihuang to say those words that are suppressed in his heart.

Maybe it was because the caring eyes were so gentle that the blond man couldn't bear to interrupt.He just kept silent, watching Yue Yihuang fall into memories in silence, and recalled in a tone that could calm his heart.

"Over there, with my best friend. And...he's also someone I like. I've liked him...for almost ten years."