Big back

Chapter 660 The Children of the Small Town (Continued)
Fans from small towns gathered at the entrance of the stadium, at least one or two hundred people, too many, Fan Bizhuang naturally couldn't catch up with the big guys one by one, and could only shake hands and hug the few representatives standing at the forefront of the team.

"This is the summer clothes I made, the weather will be hot soon, I think you can use it."

After hugging Fan Bizhuang, the tailor Uncle Ralfa handed him a pocket. Fan Bizhuang was not polite, so he took a look in his hand and found a black cotton T-shirt inside.Uncle Ralfa's craftsmanship is very good. People in the small town like to ask him to take the job and sew new clothes. When he was still in the small town, many of Fan Bizhuang's clothes were made by Ralfa.

"In the summer, it's on me."

Fan Bizhuang nodded movedly. Although he has left the small town, the people here still haven't forgotten him and still miss him. A T-shirt is not worth much, but it represents Uncle Ralfa's friendship .

Uncle Ralfa also smiled happily. Fan Bizhuang was able to accept his gift without any excuses, which proved that the other party did not treat him as an outsider, and their child was still the same as before.

Fan Bizhuang carefully held the pocket in his hand, this move made the gathered fans all excited.

"Let me just say, how can Fan be polite? He is not polite. We are our own people, and he will never refuse our gift!"

"Although Fan is now a big star, he still hasn't changed. He is still the Fan we are familiar with!"

"That's right! Ha, Fan, I've prepared presents too!"

"Me too! Me too!"

Uncle Ralfa was pushed aside, and the fans who rushed up poured the gifts they had prepared long ago into Fan Bizhuang's hands, pumpkin pie made by Aunt Suzanne, candy from Uncle Lanis, cobbler Donna There are leather boots made by Erles, and even some doll toys sent by a few fans...

Fan Bizhuang was a little dumbfounded, but he was also moved by the enthusiasm of his "relatives". His hands were already occupied by various gifts, and some of them fell to the ground because they couldn't even hold them.

"The critical moment still depends on me!"

Ralph squeezed into the crowd, helped to pick up the fallen gifts, first gave Fan Bizhuang a wink, and then pointed to a cart not far away and said to the crowd: "Okay, I said, uncles and aunts, don’t bother Fan, that is, Fan has a good temper. If it were me, I would have lost my temper a long time ago with so many things piled up in my brain. Come on, put all the presents on the cart , I will find someone to send them to Madrid later.”

"Ha, it's not big or small, Ralph, I think you deserve a beating, right? Elson, don't you take good care of your little bastard?"

"Should really clean up. But, if you want to beat you, go home later, at least Ralph has done a good job for the time being. Guys, listen to Ralph and put all the presents on the board." In the car."

"Ralph, who has never done anything serious, can still think so thoughtfully, tsk tsk, this kid impresses me today."

People in the small town laughed and teased loudly, and Ralph rolled his eyes in anger. Old Elson helped the big guy put all the gifts on the cart. Soon, the cart was piled up like a hill. .

Fan Bizhuang couldn't help but cast a grateful look at Ralph.With so many things, if he just hugged them with both hands, let alone not being able to carry them away, even if he could carry them away, he would probably be exhausted.

Ralph laughed triumphantly, rolled his eyes, and handed the cake box in his hand to Fan Bizhuang.

"I also prepare presents. Ha, you know, my old man makes pastries. We don't have anything else. We have a lot of cakes. You can eat as much as you want. By the way, you haven't eaten our cakes for a long time, right?" , this time you can eat enough."

Fan Bizhuang, Nihat and the others really liked the cakes and desserts made by Elson. Hearing this, they accepted them happily and asked, "Is it the blueberry flavor I like?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, the blueberry jam has run out recently and hasn't been purchased yet, but other flavors are also very good, you can try it." Ralph scratched his head.

"Alright, by the way, what flavor is it?"

"Chocolate cake..."

Fan Bizhuang's impatient hands stopped suddenly, and he stared at Ralph dumbfounded with a strange expression.

Not only Fan Bizhuang, but also the people around him obviously thought of something, and they all looked at him with strange expressions.Some even showed nausea.

"what happened?"

Ralph froze for a moment, but still hadn't reacted.

His friend next to him kept pulling his clothes with his hands, and hurriedly said in a low voice, "Are you a pig, Ralph? That guy, that guy...Super cake!"

"..."

Ralph finally came to his senses, remembered the prank he had played on someone, and burst out laughing.

"Hope you didn't give me a super cake!"

Fan Bizhuang and the people in the small city also laughed loudly.

.....................................................................................................................

The game will start promptly at eight o'clock in the evening.

After bidding farewell to the familiar people in the small town, it was just after seven o'clock when Fan Bizhuang entered the stadium and joined the team.

After packing up and getting ready, Fan Bizhuang and his teammates walked out of the locker room.

Once again set foot on this familiar field, Fan Bizhuang's mood was completely different. Every time he stood on this turf, he wore a yellow jersey and fought for the small town, but this time, he was his , but the yellow clothes on his body have changed into white clothes, and his identity is not a player from Xiaocheng, but a member of the "hostile camp".

The encounters in his life made him feel a little bit embarrassed. The only consolation is that the fans in the small town showed a warm welcome to his hometown when he revisited.

The Love Song Stadium, which can accommodate 3 people, was already full. As soon as Fan Bizhuang stepped onto the stadium, he saw countless flags and banners in the stands, as well as many large portraits of him.

"We never forget you! We miss you every moment!"

"Yellow clothes for one day, yellow clothes for life! Thank you for everything you have done for us!"

"Welcome back, our king!"

"Remember, this place will always be your home!"

The fans in the stands sang the familiar folk songs of the small town. The warm and brisk melody lingered over the entire stadium.

Fan Bizhuang stood on the field and sang softly along with him. He waved his hands towards the stands all around, and his singing became louder and louder.

"How is it? Don't you feel very touched? Although you have left, people here have never forgotten you. Of course, we are the same. No matter when and where, you are the child of the fans and our friend. .”

Cazorla and a group of old friends came over, and Cazorla lightly punched him in the chest, while Godin, Harvey Wenta and others hugged him heavily.

"Welcome back!"

"It's good to be back, although the status is different, but...we have been looking forward to fighting with you!"

"That's right, we have to show you that even if you leave, Villarreal will still be Villarreal, and we will still beat the giants to the ground!"

Fan Bizhuang smiled cheerfully, chatted with his old friends, and everything was the same as before, as if he had never left.

At this time, Nihat walked up with a sullen face.

When Abarina left, Nihat was so angry that he thought it was a kind of "betrayal" by his friend. Later, Fan Bizhuang also left. This Turkish player with a carefree personality must be very unhappy. be happy.

Fan Bizhuang looked at him, and was about to comfort him, but he didn't expect that the sullen Nihat couldn't hold back, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"You think I'll be angry? Ha, I won't! It's better if you leave, no one will compete with me for the starting position and the thunder of scoring goals!"

Nihat gave Fan Bizhuang a big hug. Even so, Fan Bizhuang could still feel a trace of regret and disappointment hidden in his friend's tone.

"Sorry, Kach, I couldn't continue to fight side by side with you here."

Fan Bizhuang whispered in his ear.

Letting go of his embrace, Nihat looked at him and shook his head, and said solemnly, "You are different from us, Fan. The small town is too small, and Villarreal is too small. Even if you didn't leave at the beginning, But how long can you stay here? One year? Two years? Maybe you are willing to stay here because of friendship, but doing so, whether it is the fans or us, is too selfish. You are destined to show on a bigger stage Your own talent, and all of these, the small town can't give you."

Fan Bizhuang was very surprised that Nihat, who had a thick line, could say such a thing. He looked at other old friends, and they all nodded in agreement.

"So, don't think too much about it. Seeing you come out of the slump again, and knowing that you are doing well now, we are very satisfied. Anyway, no matter where you are or what results you have achieved, you were once us. It is our friend, and this is enough to make us proud of it for the rest of our lives.”

"and……"

Nihat changed the subject, "You don't own the small town alone. Without you, we can still protect our homeland. So, Fan, come here, don't be merciful, because in this game, we will also not I will be merciful!"

"Kach is right, we will protect the small town, and we will hit you head-on at the Love Song Stadium!"

"We have to show you that although the small town is small, it is an opponent that no one can underestimate!"

"Fan, are you ready to face the artillery fire from the yellow submarine? Hahaha, after nine or ten minutes, you and your new teammates must not leave crying! So, don't be merciless, because... defeating a full-strength You are the happiest thing for us! Haha!"

Looking at the familiar cheeks in front of him, Fan Bizhuang nodded, with an incomparably bright and warm smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)