"Zhuoyang, uncle wants to ask you something." Mei PA's voice is a little shaky, but it's very slight. I can't tell if I don't listen carefully.

Zhuoyang said quickly, "Uncle Mei, I dare not say please. If you have something, just give me your orders."

But Mei PA's lips moved, but he didn't say. After swallowing the saliva, he closed his eyes. He seemed very tired. His cheeks were loose, tight and loose. So repeatedly, his Adam's apple was wriggling up and down.

"Uncle Mei, is there something difficult at home? You can just say that as long as I can do it, you are the only one thing

Despite this, Zhuoyang was full of doubts.

MAYPA herho Messi is not only very independent, but also a very capable person. He personally acts as the agent of Messi's broker business, and with the help of the power of figuer, a South American broker, he manages Messi's competitive and commercial interests in a remarkable way. Messi can get 10.5 million annual salary after tax from Barcelona at the age of 24 and live in the top five in the football world, which is enough to show his ability.

What else can you do for such a hero? Of course, Mei's father is not omnipotent. There must be many things beyond his ability in the world. But the problem is, you can't solve it. What can I do?

"Uncle Mei, please tell me!" Zhuoyang's upper body protruded forward and his hands were on the edge of the tea table.

Mei's father opened his eyes, but his cheeks were tighter. His eyes were fixed on Zhuoyang, and his chest was rolling up and down.

"I......" Still talking.

Mei PA picked up the cup at hand and found it was empty when he was close to his mouth. He picked up the sherry with his other hand, poured the wine into the cup and forgot to pull out the cork.

Zhuoyang has never seen herhao Messi as disoriented as he is now. He has always been a leisurely middle-aged man.

Mei tried to remove the cork with his left hand, but he still held the glass in his hand. When I put down the wine glass, the wide mouth goblet didn't stand firm. After falling down, I drew a circle along the base of the cup and almost dropped the coffee table.

Mei's father leaned forward and blocked the fall of the glass with his chest.

Finally, after putting the cup back on the table top of the coffee table, Mei dad pulled out the cork and poured the Yellow Sherry into it. Zhuoyang was worried that he would pour this ray of sunshine out of the mouth of the cup. Fortunately, it went well.

Just half of the wine in the cup, Mei PA stops again, and he looks up and drinks directly at the bottle. Zhuoyang saw the esophagus on his neck swallowing rapidly, and the sound of "Gudong Gudong" was clear and audible.

Mei PA is like a naked Chinese man in the night market. After drinking the sherry wine in one breath, he is still empty. He even talks about the bottle mouth, which puts the empty bottle back to the original position on the table, but his eyes are still staring at it.

There is no sunshine in Spain.

"Uncle Mei..."

"Zhuoyang, my uncle asked you to leave Barcelona."

the wind from the Mediterranean Sea is no different from the wind that has been blowing for countless days. Sniffing it carefully, it still has a very light and light salty taste. It's very familiar. It's like the stars and the moon are always there.

The sea breeze came from the lighthouse beach, through the avenue of Karen de Sant and the old, square buildings, gently blowing the bells of St. Anna's church, it came to the empty nou camp.

Sneaking out of the Nou Camp, it crossed the shallow and shy Bezos river again. After a few circles in the woods of Gambe Sports City, the wind still wanted to blow westward, but only after a bit of light of the ring road was disordered, it was blocked by the Corella mountains.

The wind had no choice but to turn its head and slide away in a different direction than when it had just come. It became weaker and weaker, but the wind knew that the Mediterranean was ahead, and it wanted to return to the sea and gather again.

The wind became weaker and weaker, so weak that it could only lift the hair hanging from the girl's cheek. The sea gradually became clear and open. It came to the hills of casteldfels. The sand of the beach was in front of it. It seemed that it could touch with its hand, but the wind could not move forward any more. It stopped on the football field in the yard, on the shoulder of the man sitting on the ground.

Lionel Messi sat in the circle of the little court, curling up his legs to let the football slip into his lap, with his arms on his knees and his head in his arms.

Messi has been sitting here for a long time, and he has been sitting on the ground since his father left home. Antonella called several times, but he didn't move.

When the wind blew, Messi didn't move. When the wind stopped, he still didn't move. Antonella came to him for the third time with a light hand. "Leo, come in?"

"Leo, what's the matter with you?"

"Leo, aren't you happy?"

Messi didn't move and didn't answer.

"Leo, where's uncle Hershey?"

"I don't know, I don't know!" He spoke, but did not look up.

"Leo." Antonella stroked his hair carefully, the sweat on it seemed to be dry. "What's the matter with you?"

Messi swung her arm. She was frightened by him. "Leave me alone.""Li..."

"I told you to leave me alone --" His roar was loud, which was rarely the case before.

Antonella pouted and went back to the house, as lightly as she had come.

In a moment, Zhuoyang understood.

After that, he understood everything again.

The biggest obstacle for Messi to become the second Maradona, or for the old horse to become Messi II, is not his football, but Zhuoyang. As long as Zhuoyang is in Barcelona, Messi has no chance of becoming a champion.

After Ronaldinho is Messi, which is the consensus of all Barca people. Even before Ronaldinho left, Messi has become a star. However, things have changed since the summer of 2009. Zhuoyang came here to shine with Messi, and two bright moons appeared over Catalonia at the same time.

Spain has bright sunshine, the sun will only have one. After the world cup, Zhuoyang became the sun.

In the sun's light, the light of the moon and stars can be ignored, and this is only the second season after Zhuoyang's arrival.

Xiaobai, Xiaobu and Xiaojie, as well as Harvey and villa, can accept to be stars. Messi is also happy to be the moon, but his father herhao can't bear it, because that's his son. He knows how much Messi has suffered because of football, how hard he works and how infatuated he is.

Hershey longed for his son's upper limit not only the moon, but also the shining sun. He was like every father, looking forward to his son.

At this time, Mei's father didn't dare to look into Zhuoyang's eyes. He lowered his head and chattered.

"Zhuoyang, I'm sorry. I'm a selfish fool. Please scold me. I'm a dirty villain. You care so much about Leo, I...... " He raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

"Zhuoyang, uncle will not kidnap you morally. You can scold me and refuse. You should not bear other people's dreams. Uncle just hope you see in the past on the sentiment, blame all blame me, all is my bad. Today, Leo doesn't know what happened. Don't take revenge on him. You are still good friends... "

"Uncle may, I promise you."