Fox in the Penalty Area

Xie Lan saw his son's back reading at his desk through the gap in the door.

Her eyes became struggling.

In the end, she still didn't push the door to go in, but retreated back quietly.

She wanted to have a good talk with her son.

But she doesn't know how to open this mouth now.

After the father and son quarreled last night, the atmosphere at home became very strange.

When she came back from school today, she wanted to speak several times at the dinner table, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth.

As for his son, he remained silent throughout the whole process, not speaking, and kept silent about her former ally.

She worried that her son had completely closed his heart.

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How could Hu Lai, who was pretending to read a book, not know what was going on behind him? Mom thought he didn't notice, but the rhythmic breathing betrayed her long ago...Compared with Dad, Mom's skills are a little less...

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After his mother left, Hu Lai got up and lifted the schoolbag to the desk. He began to take out all the books and stationery in the schoolbag one by one, and stuffed them into the drawer under the bookcase.

After emptying his schoolbag, he glanced at the door, walked up to it, closed it gently, and locked it from the inside.

Then he turned around and went to the closet, took out a few clothes from it, wrapped them into a ball, and stuffed them into the schoolbag.

Finally his eyes fell on the football he had put on the ground.

After getting it back from the secret base, he let out all his anger, and now the football is crescent-shaped and shrunk together.

He found a plastic bag, put the football in it, tied it carefully, and stuffed it into the schoolbag.

After packing his schoolbag, he looked around the narrow bedroom, which had been his home since he could remember, where he grew up, and there were happy memories, but also painful ones.

He used to hide a lot of football magazines under the bed board, but his father found them one by one and threw them away.

he remembers,

At that time, I was crying in the dark, and my heart was extremely wronged.

Why can other people's children play football, but I can't even read a football magazine?

Now he knows why.

But this does not mean that he approves of his father's ideas and practices.

He has his own ideas and persistence, and he will definitely go on this road no matter if it doesn’t work out.

If playing professional football is a gamble.

Isn't taking the college entrance examination also a gamble?

A single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. What if I was the unlucky guy who got pushed off the bridge?

I have [Lover's Red String] on the court that can increase my luck, but this bracelet can't be used in my study and life off the court...

Giving up football does not mean that I will definitely be able to succeed on this road that everyone is walking on.

Since it may not be successful, why not choose the path that I like and has the help of the system?

He couldn't explain to his parents that he had cheated, so he let himself prove it to them with practical actions.

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When Song Jiajia saw Hu Lai again in the classroom, her eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Didn't you sign a contract with that Poseidon club? Why do you still come to school? Are you enjoying the attention of everyone?"

"I can't bear you, Fatty..." Hu Lai smiled and leaned forward and hugged Song Jiajia's shoulder.

"Get out!" Song Jiajia blocked Hu Lai's face with a palm, and pushed him away.

"I really miss you, Fatty. No matter where I go now, people know me, but my real friend is only you. I will not come back after I leave, of course I have to come back before I leave you."

Seeing Hu Lai's sincerity, Song Jiajia became more vigilant. He stared at him suspiciously: "What do you want?"

"Ahem... Well, can you lend me some money, Fatty?" Hu Lai said a little embarrassedly.

"Borrowing money? What's wrong with you?"

"My dad won't let me play professional football. I ran away from home..." At this point, Hu Lai opened his schoolbag and showed Song Jiajia the clothes inside. "I'm going to Lingnan City now, but I don't have the money to buy a plane ticket. I only know a rich man like you, so I can only borrow money from you..."

Before Hu Lai finished speaking, Song Jiajia picked up the phone: "Can I just forward your WeChat?"

"Ah? Okay, yes!" Hu Lai nodded quickly.

Song Jiajia focused on the operation, and Hu Lai soon received a WeChat message reminding him to receive it. He opened it and almost stared out his eyes.

"Five...fifty thousand?!" After counting the exact number of zeros, his voice was trembling.

"Ah, the maximum daily limit for this WeChat transfer is 50,000. There is really no way..." Song Jiajia explained to him apologetically.

"It's not...too many, is it?" Hu Lai pointed to a string of zeros on the phone screen. "I'll just buy a plane ticket..."

"Buy an air ticket? Do you need to buy a high-speed rail ticket to go to Jincheng from here? Do you need a taxi from school to the high-speed rail station? Do you need a taxi from Jincheng high-speed rail station to Jincheng Airport? Isn't it all money? Also, just How long will these clothes last for you? Where will you live over there? What will you eat? Don’t you have to spend money for food, clothing, housing, and transportation? Take 50,000 yuan first, and if you think it’s not enough, I’ll transfer it when my quota is restored tomorrow. Here you are..." Song Jiajia settled the score for him with her fingers.

Hu Lai waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, that's enough, I'm just asking you to borrow money, how can I pay back so much?"

Song Jiajia laughed: "You're about to become a big football star, and you still can't earn 50,000 yuan?"

"The horoscope hasn't been written yet..."

"Then you don't want to pay it back!" Song Jiajia waved his hand.

"The boss is grand!" Hu Lai gave a thumbs up.

But Song Jiajia took his mobile phone: "Stop talking about that, I've booked the ticket for you, I'll see when the flight is available... How about this one? It takes off at 6:45 pm, and it's evening when we get there It's 9:10. This time is more generous. Now you take the high-speed train from Dongchuan to Jincheng, and then go to the airport from Jincheng East Station. There is no time..."

Hu Lai just nodded: "Yes, yes, boss, you have the final say..."

After some operations, Song Jiajia filled in all the information for Hu Lai, and returned the phone to him: "You can just pay yourself. After paying, you can go directly to the train station, and there is still time to sell high-speed rail tickets on the way. There is a bus from Sichuan to Jincheng every half an hour, and there are many tickets..."

Hu Lai took the phone and paid according to Song Jiajia's instructions, but still hesitated to leave immediately.

"Why? Are you still reluctant?" Song Jiajia snorted when she saw him like that.

"No, I really won't come back after I leave this time."

"Yes, is it possible that you still want to return home without a feather?"

"What words!"

"Get lost, the school will be closed soon, I'll see how you get out!" Song Jiajia pushed his deskmate.

Hearing what he said, Hu Lai didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He quickly picked up his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom.

His actions attracted the attention of other students in the class, and someone asked loudly, "Hu Lai, why are you going? It's time for class..."

"Go play football!" Hu Lai's voice floated from the corridor.

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay. Everyone knew that Hu Lai was going to play professional football, but they didn't expect that day to come so soon... There was no time to say goodbye.

Many students rushed out of the classroom, but they could only see Hu Lai's back swaying at the stairs before disappearing.

Soon, they saw that figure in the campus downstairs again.

When everyone walked into the campus from outside the campus and walked quickly towards the teaching buildings of their respective classes, for fear of being late, this retrograde figure was very eye-catching.

The students of the second class of senior high school just stood in the corridor, looking through the glass curtain wall, watching the figure go upstream, ran out from the school gate, and ran to the wider world.

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Hu Lixin was sitting in the small room of the door guard. It was just after seven o'clock in the evening. The rush hour for the owners to go out for a walk came after dinner. His colleagues were standing guard outside. Activities: A right shoulder that is a little sore from frequent salutes.

At this moment, a colleague called him outside: "Old Hu, someone is looking for you..."

He looked up and followed the reputation, and was surprised to find his wife standing outside.

"Why are you here?" He walked out the door, but when Xie Lan saw him, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Hu Lixin was caught off guard, so he could only turn around and tell his colleagues: "Please take a look for me..."

After finishing speaking, he chased after him.

The two of them stopped until they reached a secluded place with few people on the sidewalk.

Then Xie Lan turned and looked at her husband expressionlessly and said, "My son ran away from home."

"Ah?" Hu Lixin was very surprised, but didn't realize it all at once.

Xie Lan handed the phone to her husband: "Look at this."

Hu Lixin picked up the phone suspiciously, and found that it was the WeChat chat records of his wife and son Hu Lai, or a passage sent by his son to his mother via WeChat:

"Mom, I've been thinking about it all day, and I decided to do it. Since my father doesn't agree with me, I have no choice but to leave without saying goodbye. It doesn't matter if my father says it or not, I have to do it myself." Just go through it yourself. Don’t worry, even if I really fail, I won’t regret it, let alone blame anyone. After all, I have to walk the path I chose myself, and I have to walk it on my knees, ha! I forgot who said it, There is only one kind of true heroism in this world, and that is to love it after knowing the truth of life. Maybe Dad is right, professional football is cruel, but who told me to really like football? Now I know the professional The truth about football, but I still love it. Mom, I'm not a student. I'm sorry to waste the three hundred and fifty thousand dollars you borrowed, but I promise you, I will try to make money to pay you back, you My son will definitely become a big football star, will definitely make a lot of money, and will definitely let you move out of this small house now. Oh, by the way, you don’t have to worry about my life over there, there are people in charge of everything in the club Yes. The plane is about to take off, so that’s all for now, goodbye.”

After reading Hu Lai's long passage, Hu Lixin was stunned for a few seconds and then hummed: "What 'true heroism'... Childish! Naive! Ridiculous..."

"Students in the second grade of high school are not yet eighteen years old, aren't they childish? Not naive?" Xie Lan said in a cold tone.

"What do you mean?" Hu Lixin looked at his wife in surprise, feeling that her condition was not right.

"Hu Lixin, I'm 100% sure that this is the seed of your Hu family!" Xie Lan sneered. "Didn't you just leave without saying goodbye and run away from home, regardless of your father's opposition, and ran out to pursue your ideal of professional football? This kind of rebellion is engraved in the genes of your Hu family! Why, what did you do? Okay, can't my son do it?"

"Why are you telling me this? Are you crazy?" Hearing these nonsense from his wife, Hu Lixin was a little annoyed.

"I'm not crazy! I'm very calm now! All I know is that my son left without saying a word to me! He didn't have any money on him, and he only took a few clothes! He just left like that! But Xie Lan suddenly erupted and yelled at her husband hysterically. "I knew this! Why should I stand by your side? Why don't I help my son? At least I can give him enough money, help him pack his luggage, let him bring more clothes, and then send him to Jincheng Fly! Instead of receiving such a cold WeChat message when I got home from get off work like this now! Before I even had time to hug him, he left home!"

Even though it was relatively dark where they stood, walkers seldom made it here.

But Xie Lan's high-pitched voice still aroused the surprised and puzzled eyes of people passing by occasionally.

Hu Lixin lowered his voice and complained to his wife, "What are you doing..."

"What am I doing? I'm asking you for a son!" Xie Lan sneered. "Do you think he can come back after three to five months? Let me tell you, because of your opposition, he won't come back if he doesn't make some achievements now... He won't come back for three or two years." !"

"How can it be so exaggerated..."

"Exaggeration? Hu Lixin touched your conscience and said, after you ran away from home, how long did it take you to return home for the first time? How many times have you gone back now? Before your parents passed away, they always wanted you to go back. , Said that they didn't care about the things of the past... What about you? You want to save face, you..."

Hearing his wife carrying his dead parents out, Hu Lixin also exploded. He interrupted his wife roughly, and said through gritted teeth: "That's why! That's why I don't want him to play football! That's a Big fire! When my mother climbed out of the fire pit, I was burnt to such a dick, why should I watch my son jump into the fire pit again?! I never let him touch football since I was a child, I just hoped that he would The farther away from football, the better! I hope that football will never appear in his life! Look at me, don’t you know what happened to him!”

Xie Lan looked directly at her husband and said, "Hu Lixin, when we first met, were you a big football star? Do you have a lot of money? Have I ever disliked you? I don't even dislike you, why would I dislike my son? He crawled out of the fire pit covered in bruises, even if he looks like you... so what? I raise him! He is my son, I raise him! I don't care if he succeeds or not, I don't care if he has money or not, I don't care if he is successful or not, I just want him not to be like you, and he won't dare to come back to see me until I die, I just want him to be by my side when I miss him, or go to him when I miss him, he Just don't hide from me..."

As he spoke, two lines of clear tears welled up from Xie Lan's eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

Xie Lan stopped talking. She snatched the phone from her husband, passed him, and walked straight to the bus stop in the distance.

Hu Lixin opened his mouth and said nothing in the end. He just stood there, looked back at his wife's back, and saw that she raised her hand to wipe her tears, and then changed hands to continue wiping. The tears seemed unstoppable. Just go further and further...

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When Hu Lai appeared at the exit with his bag on his back, he immediately saw Zhao Kangming who was coming to pick him up. When he was leaving, the other party said he would come to pick him up, but he thought it was just polite words. After all, he is the director of youth training, responsible for all the affairs of the youth training team. With such a busy job, how could he come here to pick up a student player like himself?

Unexpectedly, the other party really came, which moved Hu Lai quite a bit, and his anxiety about the future on the plane suddenly eased a lot.

He hurriedly waved to Director Zhao so that the other party could see him among the crowd leaving the station.

"Why are you alone?" After Zhao Kangming received Hu Lai, he looked around behind him, a little surprised.

"Ah, my mother said I'm already this old, it's no problem to fly alone, she and my father are both busy with work, so I let me come by myself."

After Zhao Kangming looked Hu Lai up and down, he asked again: "You came here with a bag on your back?"

"Yeah, my mother said that instead of bothering to bring clothes here, it's better to buy them here..." Hu Lai explained.

Zhao Kangming smiled: "Your mother is so free and easy! That's right, just buy what you need here, and the club has prepared some things for you. Then you will live in the dormitory building of our youth training base. None. It’s just that you have to get used to the diet here...Of course, athletes have a special diet, which may require you to get used to it more than the snacks here.”

"I'm fine, Director Zhao. I came here to become a professional player. I told my parents that I won't go back if I don't do well!"

Zhao Kangming quickly waved his hands: "Don't be so scary, it's not necessary, it's not necessary..."

Hu Lai said very seriously: "Director Zhao, giving up the college entrance examination to play professional football is a gamble with no way out for me. I don't plan to realize the reality after a few years, and then leave in despair."

Zhao Kangming was also infected by Hu Lai's determination, he put away his smile, and said to him solemnly: "Don't worry, as long as you train hard, don't steal or play tricks, if you are lucky, don't get hurt, and fulfill your talent. There will definitely be a place for you in professional football."

Then he patted Hu Lai on the back: "Let's go, the car is waiting outside. Oh, yes, I haven't said anything yet...Lingnan welcomes you, Sea God welcomes you."

He stretched out his hands to Hu Lai, and the two hands, one big and one small, held together like this.

(End of the first volume of the boy who likes football)

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