[football] exactly the same

"What does it mean if a person is very similar to you?" When the grandfather received the call from Cristiano, he knew that the little boy might encounter some difficulties in life again, but he did not expect that this time the difficulties in life sounded a bit ... weird?

"It means that you are very similar?" Ferguson has never encountered such a problem in his career and all his life experiences, so it is rare to see him make a very lack of credibility and a blow to his personal reputation. answer.

"No, it's actually a very weird feeling, Sir, I'm serious, I always feel...the person Chris told me...is very familiar." Cristiano said, "The more The more you think about it, the more familiar it becomes."

Jazz didn't have much to say about this kind of life coincidence, "You can just ask Chris—if you're really curious. After all, that's what he said, right?"

For the first time, Cristiano felt that the conversation between himself and the Jazz was uninspiring.

But compared to this, Cristiano soon encountered another crisis.

"What is Mr. Aveiro planning to do?" When Cristiano returned home, he saw Mendez who was waiting for him at home, with a look of regret and panic, sitting on his sofa talking to Dolores, who also looked sad. .

"He heard that Chris was very happy to start in the league, so he proposed...to see if he could go to the game." Mendes repeated slowly, looking at the sidelines while talking. Talking little Chris—Mr. Aveiro's idea is really too much for Cristiano, but for a father, it is nothing more than a favor to his son, so let's talk about it, the door Des feels that this matter can only be decided by little Chris.

Of course, the best result is of course that Little Chris refuses.

Unsurprisingly, Cristiano is also looking at little Chris at the moment.

Little Chris looked at Mendes in embarrassment, then at Cristiano, and finally at Dolores——Dolores, out of instinctive kindness, wanted to say for the little boy to let your father go , but looking at her son's expression, the friendliest expression Dolores could make was just turning her head away pretending not to see, pretending to appreciate the lemon slice in her cup of black tea.

"That..." Little Chris also seemed to feel embarrassed. He should agree to let Mr. Aveiro watch his game, because it should be a respect for the other party, but... he is not willing to let Cristiano do it for him. This matter is not happy-if admitting the identity of Mr. Aveiro, or even agreeing to the other party to live with him, is just a sense of frustration, then there is no doubt that allowing the other party to go to the box to watch the game must be for Cristiano. kind of offended.

"Are you going to let him come?" Cristiano looked a little...unhappy, "It doesn't matter if you let him come, I won't be particularly surprised."

The corner of Chris's mouth twitched, he laughed dryly twice, and didn't dare to answer.

"Well, actually, my personal opinion is to forget it this time-Chris, you know, Mr. Aveiro doesn't like football very much. Let someone who doesn't like this sport very much come to the scene, maybe he doesn't like football too much. Doesn’t it resonate too much?” Mendes stepped forward at this moment, speaking Dolores’ inner cry.

Dolores looked at little Chris with a bit of embarrassment and expectation.

"Uh..." Little Chris's lips moved, "I also think Mr. Aveiro doesn't like football very much."

Cristiano snorted in satisfaction.

"He..." Little Chris looked at Cristiano cautiously, "I will discuss this matter with Mr. Aveiro, and then..."

"And then make a decision?" Cristiano straightened his face and added the second half of the sentence for Chris.

Little Chris decided to talk to Cristiano about this issue carefully—maybe Mr. Aveiro is right, not everything in this world can be resolved by time.

"Jorge, Ms. Dolores, can you..."

Little Chris hadn't finished speaking, the two of them immediately grasped the spirit, and quickly disappeared from Cristiano's living room at a faster speed than Little Chris imagined—just kidding, they love Cristiano very much No and Chris Jr., but at the end of the day, it's not the kind of person who wants to be caught in the middle.

Cristiano ignored little Chris, sat down and turned on the TV and began to change channels randomly, trying to find a program to watch.

"Cristiano," Little Chris licked his lips, carefully sitting on a single sofa next to Cristiano, "I want to talk to you about Mr. Aveiro."

Cristiano didn't even bother to hum.

"I... I just don't think it matters what he did before. What matters is that he wants to make up for his past absurdity or negligence. I think I should give him a chance-not to mention that he is indeed Trying to make changes or something." Little Chris looked at Cristiano's face and saw that his face didn't change, so he continued, "I know, you may think he did something wrong, and I forgive it So... sloppy."

Cristiano barely glanced at little Chris, as if to encourage him to continue talking.

"Cristiano, maybe you don't believe it, but I don't actually hate his negligence and negligence for so many years."

Cristiano's face changed.

"Because for me I have nothing to lose," Little Chris didn't lie, he wasn't really an outcast who spent 18 long years in an orphanage, in fact his past was full of love and light from all over the world He doesn't need to hate someone who has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't even intend to hate for the real owner of this body, "If he hadn't been negligent, maybe I wouldn't be a player now-because Avi Mr. Luo will not guide me, will not lead me, he may want me to become a professional in other fields, such as a lawyer, a doctor, or something. But it may not be a football player. Of course, I will not Come to Madrid."

Cristiano froze for a moment, and his face became even uglier - but this time, he was not because of jealousy, but because of a little bit of fear.He was suddenly a little thankful for Mr. Aveiro's mistake back then, because if it weren't for this mistake, he might never have met a little Chris who could understand his feelings.

He may be alone forever.

As long as he thinks of the days before little Chris appeared, he was alone and single-handedly challenged the world's disgust for him, he would suddenly feel shuddering-not that Dolores and the others refused to accompany him, but that they just accompanied him to be angry , but couldn't help him resolve his anger.

"So, I'm touched that he's willing to come to me now, I'm willing to take it and I'm willing to give him a chance. But he is him, you are you, Cristiano, Mr Aveiro is a respectable gentleman, I just I feel that there is no way to refuse him." Little Chris continued tentatively.

Cristiano said nothing.

"If you don't want to let him go to my family box, I won't let him go." Little Chris finally made up his mind-he had been thinking about this for a long time, but he never had the courage, because He didn't want Cristiano to think that he was so cruel to his biological father.

"Chris, if a person is not good to people who are related to him, who else can he be good to?" Little Chris will always remember one night when he was a child, when his father dragged him to lie on the couch in the living room to watch the news—he forgot what it was—and sighed with him like this.

Cristiano covered his face and didn't speak for a long time.

The guests of the variety show on TV let out some contrived harsh laughter, and the host seemed to be deliberately digging for something that would make headlines.

Just when little Chris was worried about whether he had offended Cristiano's values, Cristiano finally spoke.

"You can let him go," Cristiano said, "but before you tell him the 'good news,' I want you to answer me a question."

"Of course, anything is fine." Little Chris said quickly.

"The 'father' you mentioned in the interview before, have you really never seen him, but only dreamed about him?" Cristiano looked at little Chris and asked slowly.

Little Chris didn't expect that Cristiano would ask this suddenly, and he was speechless for a while.

Just as he was thinking about how to get this matter over with, Cristiano had already continued to press him—obviously, this time, Cristiano made up his mind to ask clearly, "It's impossible, isn't it? I have told you so many things and told you so many things, how can a dream be so real? You have at least met this person, who is he? Gonzalo said that I resemble him, why? You Have you been looking for someone who looks like him?"

"I mean, well, if he's really just a phantom, are you looking for someone like him or something similar in reality?"

"When you first met me, in the locker room, when I asked you a question, what did you call me? P? What was that? Is it papa?"

When Chris Jr. told all these stories, he never even thought for a second that Cristiano would view it this way.

So when things changed beyond his expectations, Chris Jr. almost blurted out.

"No, papa, you are me..."