[football] exactly the same

The world war was about to break out, but one party took the initiative to speak before someone stepped forward to save the world from collapse.

"I thought about it, it's too late today, and Jorge and I want to stay here too."

A yawn from Mendez was suffocated directly.

"????" Little Chris was stunned for a while, and then he stammered, "Then I'll get the air mattress—uh, Jorge, can you share a room with Mr. Aveiro?"

There are only two bedrooms, and little Chris thinks that he has not reached the level of being able to live with Mr. Aveiro, so almost subconsciously, he hopes to live with Cristiano.

A good choice, and Mendes is very touched by the decision.

Cristiano looked at Little Chris and nodded with satisfaction, "But actually, I plan to live with Mr. Aveiro tonight."

Cristiano shocked the world tonight - for the second time.

Mendes wanted to raise an objection, but Cristiano just pushed him away.

From the beginning to the end, Mr. Aveiro just watched quietly and didn't say anything.

"So what's going on?" Little Chris saw that he couldn't stop him, so he had to pull Mendez to get the air mattress as an excuse, "It makes no sense, doesn't it? Why is Cristiano in the same room as Mr. Aveiro? Uh, did I say something wrong just now?"

Did I just say something wrong?So that Cristiano, uncharacteristically, had to... stay with Mr. Aveiro?

Mendez shook his head. "I don't see it. Actually, I don't think he should have been stimulated tonight..."

Little Chris was determined to talk to Cristiano when he came out with the air mattress in his arms-'Actually, we can go home, I believe Mr. Aveiro will not stop us, really, Cristiano, why don't we go home? let's go home. '

You see, he even thought out his lines.

But it didn't work.

In fact, as soon as little Chris put the air mattress on the ground, he was thrown out by Cristiano.

"So, do you actually have something you want to tell me?" Mr. Aveiro squatted down and opened the air mattress, stood up after the air mattress was fully inflated, and asked Cristiano, "Maybe to ask Why did I suddenly appear?"

"Why?" Cristiano was also standing. He was taller than the opponent, and his momentum was much stronger-but for some reason, the opponent seemed to turn a blind eye to these advantages.

"I thought I had ruined a child's 18 years. Before I met Chris, I even thought that waiting for me would be a... juvenile delinquent." Mr. Aveiro said flatly, "I never thought he Such a good kid - I always thought I was responsible for this kid's life. I was the one who did it wrong in the first place, and I was the one who made all the mistakes."

"I can take responsibility for you." Cristiano said dryly, "You don't have to feel too guilty, I can do a good job—better than you."

Mr. Aveiro looked at Cristiano quietly—just like a dentist usually looks at a child with a toothache, "You can, of course. But my responsibility is mine, and no one can replace it. Maybe you can put Chris is well educated, but he is my responsibility, no doubt about it. Mr. Ronaldo, I don't know why you have so much affection for little Chris - I am touched, but IMHO, it has nothing to do with me .”

"I'm not a thief," said Mr. Aveiro.

Cristiano pursed his lips, and it took a while before he said, "But you're trying to take my traveling companion—my only traveling companion."

"Mr. Ronaldo, you are too competitive." Mr. Aveiro seemed to lose interest in this conversation, and he turned to look for spare pillows and quilts in the closet, "Not everything has to be divided burden."

"I'm not using Chris to decide a match with you, I'm just..." Cristiano thought carefully, "I just want to tell you what he is to me—he's not just my teammate , he is still my traveling companion."

travel companion.Cristiano emphasized the word three times.

Mr. Aveiro ignored this sentence. He took out the quilt and pillow and spread them for Cristiano. "Go to bed early, Mr. Ronaldo. I wish you a good dream."

Cristiano has never been a person who gives up easily, "I don't understand, why do you..."

"I was backing away." Mr. Aveiro was silent for a while, and finally replied, "If you want to ask me why I did it, then I can tell you that I was already backing down-because I was in Chris I saw a soul that was much better than myself, gentle, kind, and blame-seeking. Except for the Holy Son, I don’t know anyone else who can do this... pursue a perfectionist morality, and even practice it.”

"I have nothing to teach him because he's better than me."

"So I told myself, just try it once and see if he would come home with me. I thought he wouldn't - because it was Christmas and he was still at your house."

'Chris, would you like to come back with me?They would love to meet you - my family. ' Mr. Aveiro was sitting on a chair in the dining room, with his hands on his knees, and asked little Chris softly.

Little Chris lowered his head and didn't respond for a long time.

Just when Mr. Aveiro thought he had failed and it was time to leave like an open and honest loser, little Chris spoke.

'I thought, I should go back with you—meet your family, I mean. '

Perhaps Mr. Aveiro's expression of surprise was so obvious that when little Chris raised his head, he immediately recognized that expression, "Are you surprised?" '

Mr. Aveiro didn't want to admit it, but he finally nodded.

'It never occurred to me to find... family.Because Cristiano is already a father and a brother to me.But now that you have found me, it seems that I should not refuse - because... because I never hurt others before they hurt me.Sir, I can't turn my back on a father who wants to love his children - I can't. 'Little Chris looked more miserable than Mr. Aveiro imagined.

'I... I know I'm going to hurt someone, I mean Cristiano, by going back with you - yes, I know Cristiano is not happy, maybe even very angry.I don't want to hurt him, he is the last person I want to hurt.But... But I still can't refuse you. '

'why? 'Mr. Aveiro found this totally unreasonable.

'Because I don't love you, but I love Cristiano - I have given all the weight to Cristiano in my heart, but you have nothing in your hands.I...I can't...'

'Can't you take the last gram of bread from a bum?Because you can't give him more, so you have to not plunder? ' asked Mr Aveiro.

'sorry. ' said little Chris softly.

"If I were a saint, I should disappear from now on and let you continue that Madrid myth, right?" Mr. Aveiro seemed to smile, "but I'm sorry, Mr. Ronaldo, I'm not. So, I just want to do A little I can do, I just want to make myself do a little bit of my duty that I should have done a long time ago - the better Chris is, the more I want to make it up to him. Because I will feel that if I can pick him up sooner home, he may even become a perfect human being."

Cristiano felt wronged.

He didn't know why, why little Chris didn't give him his share.

Mr. Aveiro may have seen it.

'But maybe you're robbing Mr Ronaldo? At that time, Mr. Aveiro couldn't help asking little Chris like this.

'I can't take anything from him because everything I have comes from him. '

'everything? '

'why? '

"Why?" Cristiano asked impatiently.

Mr. Aveiro shook his head, "He didn't answer me."

But Mr. Aveiro lied—out of selfishness, but at the same time out of his respect for Little Chris's choice, although he didn't know why Little Chris made this choice.

'Sir, maybe you don't understand, but what Cristiano gave me is everything - maybe you and a lady gave me life and health, but my soul, my character, everything that is my essence comes from Cristiano.Maybe you are my biological father, but Cristiano is also my father.In other words, he is more my father than you. '

Little Chris looked at Mr. Aveiro.

'Sir, there are a lot of paradoxes in this world, and I can't explain them because I'm afraid I'll lose everything I own when I explain them.But I don't want to lie to you, I want to tell you that I am very happy that you are willing to come to me, I am willing to accept your compensation, and may even never refuse you.But for me, if there is a father in this world, it is Cristiano and no one else. '

'Did you tell him? '

'No.I'm even inclined to let him never know. '

'why? '

But this time, Little Chris did not answer why.