Kaka Rebirth Belt System

Chris, who thought he could get rid of the fat chicken quickly, realized how naive he was after an hour. Jakarta is definitely the city with the worst traffic jam in the world, bar none!Motorcycles and cars are mixed here, and the speed of motorcycles is so fast that it seems desperate to drive, while the movement of cars seems to be restrained.

"Actually, it's our fault that we took the bus during rush hour, otherwise it wouldn't be so crowded." Kaka grasped the point and comforted Chris, "If you are tired from standing, we can get off at the next stop and go back. Is it?"

"I'm not tired from standing." As a professional football player, how could he get tired after standing for an hour? Kaka really underestimated him.

Kaka hesitated to speak and looked at the chicken that was completely nestled under Chris's feet. It was embarrassing to find that the chicken even used Chris's legs as a support after being satisfied, and lay down very comfortably next to him.It seems that Chris not only pleases children, but also pleases small animals.

Chris noticed Kaka's tangled eyes, thinking he was worried that he hated the chicken, and quickly explained: "Ah, I don't hate it, Kaka, don't worry, I can get along with it in peace in the car."

The aunt sitting on the seat couldn't understand Chris's Portuguese, and when he saw him pointing at his cock, he wondered if this vicious-looking guy had something wrong with her cock, so she bent down and hugged her cock Hoop in your arms.The fat chicken twisted and cooed in dissatisfaction, and was very nostalgic for his travel partner Chris, and wanted to fly back to him.Big Mom got even more disturbed, watching Chris vigilantly in case he snatched her chicken.

So the situation became that the aunt and Chris stared at each other tentatively, until they got off at the stop, Kaka pulled the Portuguese away, and said helplessly: "Cris, I think that aunt just thought you Trying to steal her chicken."

"What?!" Chris jumped one meter high, and said angrily: "Why would I want to steal her chicken, I..." He turned around and wanted to argue with his aunt. He, a Manchester United star, was there The Indonesian capital was misunderstood as a chicken thief, it really ruined the image!

"Cris..." Kaka pulled him back with an arm around his waist, "Look, the sun is almost setting, let's go to the old town as soon as possible."

The more he walked towards the center of the old city, the less Chris understood Kaka's preferences.Most of the exterior walls of the buildings here are peeling off to varying degrees, and there are all kinds of street stalls on both sides of the road, just like any undeveloped place, there is nothing special about it.Especially the canal in the middle has been completely degraded into a stinky ditch, and all kinds of garbage are discharged into it.

"Kaka, do you think it looks good?"

"There are few places where you can see the whole picture of the city in the Dutch colonial era like here. Although these buildings have been in disrepair for a long time, they are precious because no one has moved them. Look at these hawkers on the street, The things sold are very unique, they are all handmade small works of art. Have you noticed that their bicycles are painted in colorful colors. Because of the dilapidated buildings, the new ideas bred on this street are very impressive. Don't you think they are all trying to live?"

Chris couldn't understand the old prosperity that Kaka saw through the dilapidated old city. He thought that he really couldn't keep up with Kaka's self-cultivation.He was a little scared, wondering what would happen to Kaka if he met someone who could fully understand him.

Kaka also seemed to realize that Chris couldn't keep up with this topic, so he quickly pointed to a small stall on the side of the road and said, "Look, this wood carving is really beautiful."

The grandfather who sold the woodcarving saw the two foreigners squatting down curiously, and hurriedly gestured to show how much the woodcarvings on the ground cost.Grandpa’s craftsmanship is very good, and he is especially good at engraving animals, such as eagles, cows, lions, bulls... There are also some works that are human heads, such as lifelike fisherman, girl with high bun...

The old man gestured and asked which one they wanted, but Chris pointed at Kaka's face and circled his hands around the side.The old man nodded hastily, picked up a piece of ebony and a carving knife, danced his hands quickly and sharpened it for a while, and quickly carved a Kaka outline and handed it to Chris.

The Portuguese nodded happily, indicating to the grandfather to carve the head more carefully.Kaka watched in a daze as the old man finished engraving the portrait of himself that seemed to be branded directly on it, and smiled lightly. Regardless of whether the old man could understand, he pointed to Chris's face and said in English, "Please help me. Carve him down too."

Ten minutes later, the old man was stunned for a second looking at the pile of banknotes in his hand, and bowed to Kaka and Chris continuously with his palms folded.Kaka helped the old man up, emphatically saying "You're welcome" and "You deserve it" in English. I don't know if the old man understood, and waved his hand to say goodbye to him with a smile.These two lifelike woodcarvings are both made of ebony. What is rare is that they not only completely portray the appearance of Kaka and Cristiano, but also show their completely different moods—one has gentle eyes like water, and the other The corners of the lips are slanted.

Chris held Kaka's head woodcarving tightly in his hand, and emphasized in a stiff tone: "This is mine, Kaka, you can't snatch your own woodcarving."

Kaka laughed, "I won't snatch it, since I already have yours." He didn't know why Chris felt vulnerable at this moment, so he tugged at his arm and said, "The most famous place in the old city The place is the Governor's Mansion during the Dutch colonial period, it is said that there are many performers in front of it, go and have a look."

At dusk, street lamps and bonfires were lit in front of the Governor's Mansion. A large-scale performing arts team was surrounded in the middle of Fatasila Square, and many tourists watched with great interest.The square is paved with cobblestones, and the resting and waiting members of the performing arts team sat directly on the ground. They wore dirty short-sleeved T-shirts, and their dark faces revealed the helplessness and anxiety of being oppressed by survival.

One child was lying on all fours as two other boys stepped on his shoulders and knees.At this time, a younger child jumped over with a run-up, stepped on his companion's body in two steps, jumped to the top floor, and was lifted on it.The bonfire swaying and fluttering in the night wind is combined with Indonesian folk songs, which for no reason gives the scene in front of you a strange flavor.Chris couldn't bear to see the children's teetering appearance. Seeing that there were still children about to rush up, he pulled Kaka's hand and said, "Let's stop watching, let's go Kaka."

Kaka squeezed his hand, leading him to go outside.Because the two of them walked too far in front when they came in, it took some effort to squeeze out. Just as they squeezed through a row of people, they heard a loud cry of a child behind them. Turning around suddenly, the little boy was illuminated by the fire. His face was covered with tears, and next to him was a man holding a whip.

"Hey, are you abusing children!" Chris reacted before thinking, squeezed back and shouted loudly in Portuguese.Finally, he realized that the man definitely didn't understand what he said, so he said in English: "Child abuse is illegal!"

The man can understand simple English, after all, he has been performing in scenic spots for many years.He snorted, and replied indifferently: "He is my son, I can do whatever I want." The little boy made a mistake in somersault just now, and he should teach him a lesson.

"How could you do this!" Chris wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Kaka.

"I remember that Indonesian law prohibits street performances. Could it be that it's just a dead letter?" Kaka looked at the man calmly. It was obviously not a deterrent, but the man unconsciously felt guilty. Maybe it was because of Kaka's words. His temperament was too noble, and he didn't even dare to say too much in rebuttal: "Yes, I want you to take care of it!"

A commotion suddenly erupted in the crowd, and several punk-dressed teenagers rushed to Kaka and Chris excitedly, pointing at their sleeves with a pen in their hands.Kaka sighed, took the pen and signed his name on it.Seeing this situation, the crowd of onlookers realized that these two were football stars, and some asked the people next to them babbling, because of their herd mentality, they also came up to watch.

Chris, who was still in a state of anger, squeezed out of the crowd regardless, squatted in front of the stunned little boy, signed his name on his back, and pulled the boy's shoulders and said: "In the future, if he bullies you again, Just show this to others, and see if he dares to beat you!"

The little boy couldn't understand English and was terrified.When Kaka squeezed out of the crowd and saw such a funny scene, he could only pull Chris up speechlessly, glanced at the father indifferently, and pulled the Portuguese away.

After finally coping with the swarms of people, the two of them walked beside the stinky canal under the light of the moon and the stars. After the traffic jam and the signing and signing, the two were in a state of being tired and unloved.After calling someone to pick them up, the two stood under the streetlight at the intersection of Chinatown, chatting about what they had just seen.

"I really don't like that man just now. He can do anything to his son. If I have a son in the future, I will definitely not treat him that way." Chris looked resentful.

"What kind of son does Cris want in the future?" The water in the canal sparkled behind Kaka, just like the uncertain light and shadow in his eyes.

"Of course he's as handsome as me!" Chris blurted out. Seeing Kaka's expression, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "I'm just kidding, it doesn't matter if you don't have children, it's annoying to be noisy."

Kaka rubbed his face with the knuckle of his index finger, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay..."

Chris opened his mouth to explain, but found that no explanation was right.The silver BMW slid past in the dark night, and stopped beside them with a faint roar.Kaka didn't say anything more, opened the door and sat down.