Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 118 Not as Good as My Son

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"Are you still playing?"

When He Xianyang uttered this question, He Yu was stunned and didn't respond for a while.

And He Xianyang took another drag on his cigarette, and continued to ask: "I know, you have never completely let go.

You are different from me, I just like watching football, especially watching my son play football.

But your mother forbids it.

I haven't watched the five major leagues in Europe for a long time...

If your team really has this opportunity, you really need to think about it.

If you want, Dad supports you! "

He Yu thought for a while, shook his head, smiled faintly, and said:

"Dad, don't think too much about the fact that the horoscope has not been written yet.

Besides, even if I want to continue playing, the coaches have to think highly of me and are willing to keep me?

If this becomes a professional team, I have to quit my current job, and can the team recruit again?
Domestic professional players have gone to sea, and there are many good players who eat this bowl of rice.When I went to Zhuhai to play this time, I met several players who played well. "

As soon as He Yu explained, He Xianyang was speechless.

"No matter how good they play, they are not as good as my son!"

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"By the way, you are staying for one night, and you will return to Changsha tomorrow, right?" Seeing He Yu nodded, He Xianyang continued, "Then accompany me to Yiyang tomorrow."

"what?"

He Yu asked curiously, just as He Xianyang was about to speak, he noticed that Yang Xiu was back.

He Xianyang immediately pinched the cigarette butt in his hand, looked at He Yu again, and said in a loud voice:

"That, son!
I have lunch tomorrow, and I will take my dad to Yiyang in the afternoon, and I will collect the bill. "

As soon as Yang Xiu closed the door, he heard their father and son's conversation. While packing the bag in his hand, he said:

"Why go to collect the bill now, and it's not the end of the year?"

He Xianyang's tone sank, and he explained: "I went to collect the bill from Mr. Xie, and he hasn't paid it for almost three months.

It happened that Xiao Yu was going back, so he dropped me off. "

Yang Xiu began to talk about him: "You find another time to go!
After my son returned to Changsha and sent you to Yiyang, wouldn't he have to send you back?

Why let him run around, the son is also suffering, it is not difficult to run! "

He Xianyang had nothing to say, couldn't stand up, a little aggrieved, he didn't speak for a long time, and glanced at He Yu.

He Yu thought it was funny, because he didn't know what kind of medicine his father's gourd sold.

But he still supported him, smiled lightly, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not far away, I'll send it off, I'll send it off!
Mom, what kind of food did you buy? Do you want me to make a fish-flavored eggplant? "

With that said, he coaxed Yang Xiu to the kitchen, and quietly gave He Xianyang a look...

During the meal, it was still Yang Xiu who talked about all kinds of parents' gossip, while He Xianyang kept silent and drank his small wine in a dull mood.

As for He Yu, he was so stupid, he would promise a few words with Yang Xiu for a while, and clink glasses with He Xianyang for a while.

"Mom, happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, wife!"

"Happy, happy, all happy!"

A family of three, eating and drinking, Yang Xiu was very happy, and by the way, remembered something that should be mentioned...

"Well, recently in our community, a young girl has moved in. She is about your age, looks good, and has a cute mouth.

Seeing me, it's Auntie Auntie's name.

Sister Huang next door is going to be your matchmaker!
I said you were going to get married soon, and I made Sister Huang laugh, saying that if you haven't dated yet, this girl is really suitable! "

While Yang Xiu was talking, he started to talk about the marriage, but He Yu didn't answer any more, and just ate vegetables in boredom.

He knew that his mother was trying to trick him, and she just wanted to talk about her marriage with He Yi.

Yang Xiu became anxious, doubled her voice, stared into He Yu's eyes, and said:

"Don't eat, don't eat, tell mom, when is it?"

He Yu panicked, and hurriedly clinked glasses with He Xianyang, and gave him another look.

A signal for help!
He Xianyang drank the wine in a sip, and said slowly:

"My wife, he will take care of his son's affairs by himself.

Xiao He is also a fastidious person, don't rush, take your time.

It’s been five or six years, so don’t worry about it for a while. "

Yang Xiu pointed at him, and suddenly started cursing: "Don't worry, you drink small wine and smoke small cigarettes every day!

But I'm anxious, I want to hug my grandson!
You also said that it has been five or six years. If they had married earlier, my grandson would be able to walk now! "

He Yu had no choice but to watch them arguing.

"Mom, don't worry, hurry up.

Maybe, after the Chinese New Year, I will go to get a certificate. "

"Really?"

"real!"

Then, I saw Yang Xiu also poured a glass of wine, clinked glasses with He Xianyang, drank with happiness on his face...

At night, He Yu was in his hut, thinking for a long time alone.

For He Yi, they should also get married.

Five years have passed, with ups and downs.Although there were twists and turns in the middle, it came over calmly.

But why does he hesitate and hesitate every time this time comes?
He couldn't figure it out, and he still hasn't figured it out. His eyes just looked at the room in front of him. He grew up in a small world of his own.

On the wall, there are many old posters that have turned yellow and have curled corners.

There is Kaka, there is Milan, there is Kahn, there is...

That photo was taken at Changsha Huanghua Airport 12 years ago.

There are three people in the photo, the young and handsome Lin Xiaye is in the middle, and his chubby daughter is gesturing with scissors on the left.

On the right is He Yu with a smile on his face, himself...

He Yu looked at it, a little moved, thought for a while, and opened the bottom drawer of the desk.

After moving two or three books out, a pair of old-fashioned leather gloves that were rotten to death appeared in front of his eyes.

This is his first pair of goalkeeper gloves, the first piece of equipment since he started playing.

Although it has become an ancient artifact, it is still his most precious treasure.

The color is almost gone, and the fingers are all worn out, and none of them are complete.

He Yu stretched his hand in and moved it a bit. Although some joints were exposed, they could still be put on.

He smiled lightly and said to himself:

"Hehe, at that time, didn't you think this glove was too big?"

A night of dreams full of memories, a dream full of shadows of football, a shadow of youth that cannot be returned, time that cannot be stolen...

The next day, Saturday, October 10th.

After eating at noon, He Yu and He Xianyang went out together.

Before leaving, Yang Xiu didn't say anything else, and just focused on chattering with He Yu:

"Certificate, don't forget!

You don't have to wait until after the Chinese New Year, it's fine now.

I asked Aunt Huang in the morning, and she said that Monday the day after tomorrow will be fine..."

He Yu couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "Well, I got it, Mom, don't worry, go back!"

As soon as the car left the community, it flew away suddenly...

In the car, He Yu was driving, and it was finally quiet.

Thinking of He Xianyang's weird behavior, he asked:

"Dad, why are you going to Yiyang?
You can't use me as a shield to go on a date with some aunt, right? "

"A date with you..."

He Xianyang didn't finish his swearing, so he endured it for a while, and said seriously,

"You are not serious all day, and it's thanks to your words!"

"Well, Dad, I was wrong.

Then what are you going to do in Yiyang, really collect the bill? "

He Yu admitted his mistake with a hippie smile, and continued to ask.

He Xianyang didn't speak, took out his cigarette and lit it.Rolled down the window a little, took a sharp breath...

"Go to see Hunan Xianghong's game!"

"What?"

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　Thank you... Ma Dan dared to steal my account, thank you.

　　I will try my best not to write it as a women's article, don't worry.

　　Thanks, thanks.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)