champion light

Chapter 170 A dream?

Seeing the legendary Deborah should be a very happy thing. Anyone who sees a pleasing beauty standing in front of him will feel refreshed.

But what Deborah said made the dry smile on Rong Guang's face freeze.

"Father, he...may not come back here again."

Rong Guang's brain stopped responding for a while, and then he came back to his senses. He frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Deborah ignored his questioning, but continued to speak with a low and hoarse voice.

"Rong, I want to tell you something...my father, your manager, is in Germany..."

Rong Guang stared at Deborah, and found that her lips were trembling violently. A simple sentence was in her mouth, but it seemed that she had to exert all her strength to say it.

Seeing her like this, Rong Guang already had a bad feeling, his heart was slowly sinking into the cold night like the setting sun in winter.

"...in Germany, in Germany...in Germany, encountered...encountered...car...car accident...died...death..."

Deborah couldn't speak anymore, two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

The night came so suddenly.

The neon lights of the building opposite the window were lit up, and colorful colors were reflected in through the window.

Their logo is displayed on the ground of the unlit living room.

Rong Guang just stood in the darkness, staring at Deborah in the opposite corridor, dumbfounded.

The room was so quiet that only the ticking of the second hand of the wall clock could be heard.

After a long time, Deborah said again: "I came back to pack up my father's belongings..."

Her words were interrupted by Rong Guang: "Where is he? Where is Godot?"

He just looked straight at Deborah.

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The taxi was driving slowly on the road on a rainy night.Because of the rain, the traffic in Sao Paulo was worse than usual, and the traffic in the city center became tight and paralyzed. The taxi driver tapped the horn on the steering wheel, but the car horn was quickly drowned out by more horns.

Ahead, there is a patch of red brake lights.

"This damn rain! It doesn't stop!" the taxi driver cursed.

But neither of the two passengers in the car agreed with him.

After the two people got into the car, except for the girl reporting the destination, they never made any sound.

The roar came from the rear, and then a helicopter passed in the air very low, just above everyone's heads. The blue and white body was like a noble and elegant elf.While everyone was anxiously waiting, it flew over the traffic jam and flew away.

"Damn it, it's nice to be rich!" the taxi driver complained in a bad mood.

Rong Guang also noticed the helicopter.

Watching the helicopter gradually go away, he thought of the scene when he and Gordo came out of the community where Fabiano lived, and saw a helicopter in the car.

"There are rich people off work."

Godot's voice seemed to ring in his ears.

He quickly turned his head to look, only to find that it was not Godot, but the taxi driver who was cursing through gritted teeth.

That's right, as Deborah said just now, Godot is... dead.

Dead, how did he die?

Such a good person, I just talked to myself on the phone, and encouraged myself to step up my practice, show a better performance in the game, and attract the attention of European teams... How can I hear about him again and die?
Death is so strange and far away.

But why did it happen to me?

Glory feels a little unrealistic.

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Deborah brought glory to a church-owned cemetery management office, where her father was temporarily stored.

After a series of formalities, the staff held out a black box for the two of them.

Deborah held the box and said to Rong Guang: "It hit too badly, so it was burnt to ashes. I brought it back from Germany."

Her voice was low and she had no strength.Because every word she said was like looking back at the scene she had experienced.In the hospital morgue in Germany, the body bag was opened in the chilly air, revealing her father's pale, almost unrecognizable face. If it wasn't for the familiar wedding ring on his hand, she couldn't believe it was her father at all... She will never forget this scene.

Rong Guang took the urn from her hand.

It's amazing, how could that fat man weighing more than 200 jin fit into such a small box?

On the way here, he still didn't quite believe that Godot was really dead. Looking at the box now, he still didn't believe that Godot was dead.

Since he came to Brazil, he has always been surrounded by that smiling fat man.He went to China to find himself, told himself that playing football can make money, and then brought himself to Brazil, looking for teams to take him in, taking care of his own food and daily life, that is, an agent, a driver, or a nanny...

He never thought that he would leave him one day, or that he would leave himself.

He felt that his future agent should always be Gordo.

The two of them cooperate tacitly.

Now Godot has turned into ashes, lying in this box.

It's just... unbelievable.

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On the car back, Rong Guang and Deborah also remained silent.

It was still raining, the roads were still congested, and the taxi drivers were still cursing the bad weather and the traffic jams.

Back home, Rong Guang finally spoke to Deborah, "I still don't want to believe it..."

After speaking, he locked himself in his bedroom.

Deborah stood at the door, and then slowly leaned against the door frame of her room.

Rong Guang didn't believe it, how could she believe it?

Although she and her father would end up quarreling every time they called, even though she often felt that her father was too strict, she was 21 years old, and she still looked at it as a three-year-old child...

But no matter what, he is also his only relative in this world.

My mother died of a serious illness in her early years, and her father raised her alone.

Now that her father is gone, she doesn't even know how to face the future for a while.

Suddenly she shivered.

In autumn, on a cold rainy night, the chill wrapped her body.

She had to wrap her arms around her, curled up, then turned and walked back to her room.

When the door closed, she slid down against it and sat on the floor with her head buried in her arms and knees.

"dad……"

In the dark, she murmured in a low voice.

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When Rong Guang's biological clock woke him up at five o'clock on time, Rong Guang sat up from the bed.

He thought he had a nightmare, dreaming that Godot died in a car accident in Germany. He didn't know about it, but Godot's daughter Deborah told him.

Speaking of which, Deborah in the dream is really beautiful, and she really looks like Godot's wife...

He got dressed, opened the door, and found that the doors of Godot's bedroom and Deborah's bedroom were closed, as usual.

Yes, it must have been a dream, a terrible nightmare.But fortunately... it was a dream, just a dream.

Rong Guang re-tied the sandbags on his legs, carried the football on his back, and went out.

The rain is still falling, not too much, but still pattering.If you don't spend a long time outdoors, you may not even need an umbrella.

But it's still annoying because it's raining and cold.

Rong Guang ran against the wind, and the cold rain was blown against his face by the wind, and he had to squint his eyes.

He ran all the way and ran into the lakeside park.

After a simple warm-up, he took the football out of his backpack and threw it on the ground, and then he started running laps on the boulevard with the football.

Now he is very proficient at dribbling, and he doesn't need to use a two-meter-long net bag tied to his ankle to control it.He can handle the ball very skillfully.

But something is wrong today.

Rong Guang took the ball with him and thought of that nightmare.

Although he kept solidifying the concept "that was a dream" in his heart, his heart was shaking.

Every time he thought "this must be a dream" in his heart, he couldn't help but think "but..."

But so true...

Distracted, he tripped over the football he kicked and fell forward with a lunge.

The skin on the elbow was scratched and blood oozes out, and there was also scratches on the knee, and the palm of the hand was pressed to the ground, which hurt a little.

But these glory didn't care, he turned over and sat on the wet and cold ground.

Godot appeared beside him, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"Even if it's special training, it doesn't have to be so scary to get yourself covered in bruises, take it."

After speaking, he threw the plastic bag over.

Rong Guang quickly reached out to pick it up.

But nothing bumped into his chest, and his outstretched hand, palm up, didn't grab anything, only the cold rain fell, diluting the dirty water in his hand.

Rong Guang took the lead to see again, where is there any Godot?

"Gordo, a little silly..."

"You were a fool!"

Rong Guang looked up at the sky and let the fine raindrops fall on his face. This time he did not squint, but opened his eyes wide. He could see the raindrops dripping from the sky, forming fine white lines.

Hit him in the face and dripped into his eyes.

He blinked, and the rain overflowed from his eye sockets again, sliding down his cheeks.

Yes, how could it be a dream?So real...how could it be a dream?

Godot is really dead...

The person who drives himself to training every day, picks him up home, cooks for himself, takes care of his life, and also acts as a training partner for himself. When he gets injured due to special training, he will anxiously yell at himself and protest, but in the end he still buys himself a pair of protective gear... He will never go back to his home in Brazil.

They could only lie in that narrow box, and were temporarily stored in the cemetery's management office, waiting to be buried in the soil.

There is a tombstone with his name engraved on it, and a bouquet of flowers.

Then when the flowers withered and were blown away by the wind, they were gradually forgotten by time.

Bastard Godot, you haven't taken me to Europe yet, you don't mean anything!

(End of this chapter)