Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 17 Father and Son

When he was carried on the stretcher, Yang had already woken up from a coma, and the pain in several injured places gradually became clear. He was in a trance, and he couldn't even remember what happened before, and the last memory was still there. On Ricciardo's high, floating cross.

The wheels of the cart are very hard, and the bumps when traveling on the concrete floor will never make people feel comfortable. They also make some kind of horrible noise during the rolling. Lying on it, it sounds like the iron hooves of thousands of horses attack.

For a while, the sound seemed to be piercing into the eardrum, and for a while, it seemed to be stabbing deep in the back of the head. I could feel the blood vessel beating violently against the skull, as if trying to break free from the scalp. Come out the same.

Jan covered his ears, trying to stop the noise of metal wheels playing with the road, but found it all in vain.

He wanted to calm himself down, but the August sun on his face didn't agree, Yang tried hard to close his eyes tightly, the light still turned into a white dazzling sword and pierced the gap where the eyelashes were, trying to break down the defense of the eyelids with the scalding heat.

This sucks, he thought.

Um?What sucks?

This voice is so dazzling, ah no, this sunlight is really noisy, he thought in his heart, but ended up chanting unconsciously.

The child's completely illogical muttering made the two doctors smile.

After a while of rustling, Yang suddenly felt something erected in front of him, like a shield, breaking all the white swords and blocking them back, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked to the side.

With tears in his eyes, he seemed to see a knight in strange armor, white armor on the upper body and black armor on the lower body, and a black square shield on his arm. The knight who stood up seemed to be dressed strangely.

"Don Quixote?"

Mourinho was slightly surprised when he heard the words, looked at himself, pondered as he walked, and smiled lightly after a while, and raised his arms a little bit.

The suit jacket that was taken off really looked like a shield on the forearm.Or a shield, after all, that keeps every glare out of the eyes of a wounded child.

"Even the sun can't treat every piece of the earth in front of him with the same tenderness, can it?"

"Don Quixote?"

"Thank God, Rodriguez, I didn't expect that in addition to his skills, he also gave you such a great imagination."

"Don Quixote?"

"Jan, I think you need to rest." Mourinho took the initiative to stop the topic, just walked quickly with the stretcher, but the smile never disappeared from the corner of his mouth.

……

The old Matthew, who was waiting at the door of the infirmary, saw the crowd arrived, and quickly welcomed the stretcher in. He saw Mourinho's serious expression, and while working with the nurses to lift Yang to the bed, he said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, young man. It should be just a slight concussion. You can be alive and kicking again in a few days without intracranial hematoma. My old Matthew sees this much more clearly...By the way, what's your name?"

"Just call me Jose..." Mourinho replied respectfully.

He knew that the old team doctor of Sporting Lisbon had come to the infirmary of the Alcochete base because he was too old to run around with the team.

"Jose, oh, Jose, eh? Boy, isn't his father's name called Jose? Well, it must be hard for me to watch my son play football. Come on, drink a glass of water to relax..." the old man Matthew's mouth is broken and his hands are not slow, and he has checked several wounds.

Mourinho was at a loss for words for a while, and quickly explained: "I...I, I am not..."

"What's not, you see that you're wearing a neat suit. Why don't you come to see your son play football? Aren't you cleaning the club's stadium? Oh, and you wear the whole small card for yourself, don't say it It's really like that!" Old Matthew pointed to the Sporting Lisbon badge on Mourinho's chest, smiled and said, "Young people just know how to control themselves. I have to take a few of them to the U19 gang. Jose, watch your son for a while, I will come back and give him a detailed inspection."

Too lazy to compete with old Matthew's bad mouth, Mourinho simply moved a chair and sat beside Yang's bed. The people in the infirmary left after a while, and only one nurse on duty was left.

Because of the symptoms of headache and tinnitus, Yang was injected with analgesics, and he was a little dazed. The sunlight reflected by the glass of the medicine cabinet flashed him, and he suddenly felt nauseous, turned over and retched a few times under the bed. Voice.

It was also Mourinho who saw the opportunity quickly. As soon as he noticed that Yang's expression was wrong, he remembered the follow-up symptom of the concussion. When he hooked his leather shoes, the trash can next to him slid to the side of the bed.

Yang coughed and said to Mourinho: "Gar... Coach Garcia, can you let...you let Pedeno stay too? I shouldn't blame you secretly, you just let him stay..."

Mourinho patted Yang's back lightly, helped him back to bed and lay down, and said softly with regret: "It would be nice to have a son like you."

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On the sea near the Madeira Islands, a fishing boat was returning to its voyage. The bearded captain took a cigarette butt with a low-quality flavor in his mouth, and took two sips before spitting it out far away. The port of Funchal was already indistinct. It can be seen that several old sailors are lying comfortably on the deck, enjoying the last quiet time before entering the port.

The captain lifted his trousers, which were slippery because of his beer belly, and sat down on the big wooden barrel on the side of the boat. Packed with red L&M, scattered to a few veterans who had been staring at his hand movements for a long time.

"Old rules, after unloading at the shore, we will gather at the Carmo Tavern at night. This time the harvest is good, I will guarantee that you will get drunk, and I will count all the food and drink, but you will take care of your own overnight expenses. When the time comes, don't lick your face and ask me to borrow money !” The bearded man who had finished his loud orders was in a great mood, struck a match with a click, and began to swallow clouds and mist in the face of the sea breeze...

The boat berthed into the port and began to unload the catch this time - black and other fin hairtails. This fish is not only copper-black in body, but also black in the mouth. People who don't eat it call it black monster fish. Then they missed the first-class food in Madeira.

This kind of hairtail is more than one meter short, thicker than an arm. Cut off a section and wrap it in egg liquid and fry it softly. Then it is served with grilled bananas and magical passion fruit sauce. Once the crispy skin is picked apart, the rich fragrance will melt. As the white air bursts out, the flesh flap melts in the mouth, and the taste changes a thousand times. Which Madeira person does not come here without smelling the fragrance?

As soon as Pierre Salvadore pulled a carload of hairtail out of the cabin, he was stopped by the port administrator.

"Salvado, I had a call for you yesterday from Lisbon. I told you that you had gone to sea, and they called you when they asked you to come back. There is something to do."

Pierre's heart tightened when he heard the words, and he ran towards the administrator's office, and the bearded captain who was originally sitting by Shi Shiran followed.

As soon as the phone call with Paul Mensa was connected, Pierre breathed a sigh of relief after asking that his son Pednio was okay, and when he heard that he had gotten into trouble at school, he raised his voice again...

"It seems that I have to go to Lisbon anyway?" The captain knocked the sand in his shoes and asked Pierre.

"Little Ped got into trouble. They asked me to go there. The supervisor didn't say it carefully, but I didn't sound like a trivial matter." Pierre frowned, unconsciously rubbing his hands on the shirt soaked with salt. .

The bearded snore spit thick phlegm out of the window for a long time, patted Pierre on the shoulder and said: "Old man, I know the people in Lisbon, they are all weak and numb, maybe there is nothing wrong with them, little one." child..."

He coughed twice, and took out a wad of money from his trouser pocket: "Pierre, I know how much money your children have, so you take the fifty thousand escudos first, and tell me if you don't have enough money. Money?" If you have to pay, you will pay, and you can always earn it back, but please remember not to scare the child."

Pierre nodded sadly, and went to the port administrator to ask if there was a boat to Lisbon tomorrow.

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The youth training base had a three-day holiday after the competition of the big test. All the local children in Lisbon ran back home, and most of the children from other places also went to the urban area to play together.

As resident students, they usually need to strictly abide by the work and rest system of the Alcochet Base, and rarely have a lot of free time. Now that they have the opportunity, they naturally go out for a walk.

And Pedeno stayed motionless on the bed in the dormitory of the base. It was already the second day. He didn't say a word, and he didn't want to see anyone...

At night in Lisbon, thousands of houses are lit up, and everyone is swaying the enthusiasm of summer. The streets are full of radiance. Looking down, it is like the stars converging into streams, and the breath is transpiring, reflecting the brilliant light that the gods are also envious of. .

The roommate's excitement has not yet dissipated, and even the breathing of the sleep is a bit heavy, which reminds Pednio of the countless pairs of red eyes that day, his own and others', thinking about the injured place Just a dull pain.

The dryness in the warm air in August is quite strong, but he is still tightly wrapped in the quilt, perhaps because of the cold brought about by loneliness and fear, and he has not yet learned to distinguish the seasons.

Late at night in Lisbon, there will be a magical time. The last batch of rowdy guests are still in the nightclub, and the earliest group of vendors are still on the road. At this time, the whole city will slowly quiet down, as if turning over .

Pedeno wasn't over the wall, he was over the wall, the wall at Alcochete's base.

He ran along the previously bustling streets, turned into several winding streets and narrow alleys, escaped the policemen who met and greeted each other on duty, bypassed the drunkard who was staggering forward, and stepped on a flower that bloomed in the stagnant water. The splash of water woke up a group of dormant birds in the canopy.

He ran to a fish market and picked up an empty bottle. The fish sold in the fish market was not Madeira fish earlier, and the empty bottle was not originally filled with Madeira wine.

But when the smell of fish hits the face, if there is a sea breeze around you, when the residual wine smell escapes, it also reveals the slightly sour taste of aging in silk oak barrels.

He ran a long way tonight just to get a taste of his hometown...

　This chapter has mixed a lot of my own romantic ideas, so it may be less fluent to read, QAQ~
　　By the way, that hairtail is really ugly, and it is worthy of the "reputation" of black monster fish.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)