[football] exactly the same

Although it was only a draw with Barcelona, ​​Cristiano felt that the result was acceptable to some extent, so he, who knew nothing about other things, even offered to help Dolores clean up their situation in Portugal. home and decorate the Christmas tree.

But he soon regretted it.

"Little angel hang to the side." Katia commanded the world's first, second and third good striker standing on the small footstool, "God, Cristiano, don't you have trypophobia? All little angels Don't you go crazy hanging together? And that little bell with the red bow, for God's sake, that should hang a little lower."

"By the way, Cristiano, there's something wrong with the angle of the star on the top of your Christmas tree. When viewed from the dining table, it's from the side." Hugo passed by with a plate of pies, gloating and flustered Brother, "Please be careful not to break the little angel's wings—that's one of my mother's favorite little angels."

Cristiano became angry and furious, "You are just directing me there, no one thinks I deserve a help? There are no other footstools in this room!"

"Chris!" Cristiano looked at the little Chris who was sitting at the dining table helping Dolores 'try to see if the pie is delicious', "Don't you think you should at least move a small stool to help me tidy up Ring the little bell?"

Little Chris held the patty, turned his head and blinked at Cristiano.

"Cristiano, you're a grown-up, you've got to do things yourself," Dolores said. "Chris, honey, is the pie good?"

Little Chris immediately turned around and praised Dolores's craftsmanship, "It's very delicious, I've never eaten such a delicious chicken pie."——Then completely ignored Cristiano's'unreasonable' request.

Dolores seemed to be flattered, and encouraged little Chris to eat more—"You're still growing."

Cristiano curled his lips, and asked Katia for a nougat for the children without hesitation, and then continued to arrange the Christmas tree muttering.

But he didn't mutter for too long, the doorbell saved Cristiano, who was bored and regretted doing such chores.

"I'm going to open the door! Chris, hang up the little bell!" Cristiano quickly jumped off the footstool, and stuffed a large hanging bell directly into the arms of little Chris who was still holding a small pie in his hand.

"Jorge, you're finally here." Cristiano warmly welcomed Mendes, who was holding a small cake in his hand, and glanced at the man behind him, "Uh...your friend?"

Mendes seemed a little embarrassed for not knowing why, and stuffed the small cake box into Cristiano's arms, but he didn't follow the practice of human society, introducing the person he brought to Cristiano—in fact , he just pulled the man into the living room and greeted everyone.

In the end, the man was brought to Little Chris.

Cristiano didn't even have time to notice that he was being treated as a waiter again, and his entire attention was already focused on this unusual behavior.

It was a man without any light.

Maybe such a word is not very common for a person, but when Cristiano caught up, pushed the little cake to Hugo, and looked at the man carefully, everyone standing in the room described it in their hearts And assessing the man - there is no light, even dim when standing next to Cristiano.

It's like a thin wisp of cloud drifting to the edge of the bright moon in the night sky, which doesn't attract attention at all, and it doesn't make people want to care at all.

"Jorge, who is he?" Cristiano suddenly asked Mendes coldly.

Cristiano would never talk to Mendes like that, because like Chris Jr., Cristiano is always friendly to all those who care about him, even if they occasionally do things he doesn’t agree with very much, he And never be sarcastic - it's his kindness, and it's a reflection of his love for them.

So for the first time, and possibly the only time, Cristiano seemed to forget how close he and Mendes were.

In fact, everyone had already guessed the identity of this person, but maybe it was because it was too sudden, or maybe it was because it was unbelievable, so although everyone knew it, no one laughed at Cristiano's knowingly asking at this time.

Mendes rubbed his nose, not sure if he felt that what he was going to say next was too shocking, or he felt embarrassed to tell the truth in front of Cristiano, but all in all, he just patted that seemingly inconspicuous man shoulder, "Uh...sir, please...please tell me."

Cristiano suddenly interrupted the man who seemed to be about to speak, "Whoever he is, I didn't invite him to my house for Christmas, Jorge, you are responsible for sending away the guests you bring!"

It sounds a little outrageous, but if it was any other time, Dolores would have patted Cristiano with some dissatisfaction at this time, asking him to apologize to the guests and Mendes.

But today alone, Dolores doesn't.

Not only did Dolores not have it, she even favored the somewhat unreasonable Cristiano for the first time in history—she looked at Mendes with a little embarrassment, and then said softly: "Jorge, uh ...If there is anything, why don't we talk about it tomorrow... After all, today is Christmas Eve."

Mendes touched his nose again and turned his gaze to little Chris.

If little Chris decides to ask who this man is, or simply asks him to stay, then no one can say anything.

And little Chris just hugged the hanging bell in a daze.

No one is drilled out of a rock, of course he would have thought that his own body also had a father - but he had thought of a hundred images of his father, but he never thought that his father would be such an ordinary person.

The person in front of him was neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, with the most common facial features and skin color of the European race, the most common gray-blue eyes, and even the most common clothes. Shirts and jeans for men in their 40s.

Not tall, not timid, not tall, not short, not strong, not thin.

Everything is just right in the middle, like an indistinguishable drop of water in the vast sea, a patch of white snow on a snowy peak, or an unobtrusive piece of grass on the lawn of the Bernabéu.

"Chris, I'm sorry."

Mendez looked at Dolores, obviously hoping that Dolores would point them out to a space where they could be alone, and then Chris Jr. would make his own decision—whether to approve of the father, whether... he didn't know what to say , maybe whether to live with my father.

But Cristiano stubbornly opposed all the moves, "You didn't want him back then, now you say sorry?"

Mendes was a little embarrassed, trying to stop Cristiano, or try to explain, but the man told the story himself before he could open his mouth.

There is nothing grand in that story, nothing noble, or even touching.

It's just a young Portuguese boy who met a girl when he was traveling with his college classmates in the country, for one or two nights, with or without love.But when the girl finds out that something is wrong, it is too late and the boy cannot be contacted.

Maybe it was because of the fear of the burden of life, maybe because of the fear of the parents' censure, the girl quietly put the child at the gate of the orphanage, and then disappeared into the sea of ​​people. Many years later, they met somewhere by chance. The story came out——the boy wanted to find that child to do something for him, but he didn't expect that when he found the orphanage, the contact information given to him by the dean was neither a well-known university nor a juvenile prison.

But the chairman of Real Madrid.

Mendes handed over a report to Chris Jr.—Mendez is a good agent, and he will carefully review everything about the employer, and this time is of course no exception.

Little Chris took it over politely, but didn't look at it, as if to show how much he trusted Mendes' decision.

"You..." Little Chris thought he should call father for this body, but when Cristiano looked at him, he couldn't say the word to the man anyway, "Where do you live now Woolen cloth?"

"Anthony Aveiro, my name. I have a dental clinic in Lisbon." The man——Mr. Aveiro, spoke in a neither high nor low voice, very kind, and did not force little Chris to call him father means, "My father was a college teacher and my mother was a lawyer—in case you were wondering."

Aveiro, another coincidence.

"I wanted to find you and pick you up to live together, go to university and work in Lisbon or something - my parents also want to see you." The man said, looking at Cristiano who was standing aside, " But now it seems...it shouldn't be easy. However, I still want to ask, would you like to go back and live with me for two days during the Christmas holiday?"

In the living room of his home, Cristiano felt terribly offended.