Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 49 Go Forward, Don't Look Back
The wind in the Alfama district is wrapped in a hint of sweet fragrance, which is slowly fermenting in the ancient alley. This is a small street full of workshops. From one end of the corridor to the other, the aroma of egg tarts comes from Run the zoom.

The distance of 30 meters is a battlefield where two pastry chefs with different styles show off their skills. As an invisible guide, aromas can play with the noses of tourists and diners, but they can't stop the two anxious footsteps.

Passing through those labyrinthine and complicated alleys is a long, long ramp. You have to hold your steps and be patient, follow the route of the sun all the way to the west, and you can see the beautiful Rossio Railway Station like the White Stone Palace.

What seeps out of the cracks of the bricks is the smoky black that has been blown by rain, snow, wind and frost for decades. The Lisians have no intention of erasing this proud and timeless color, just like the scratch marks on an old noble heirloom pocket watch , full of the old ink fragrance of the leftover book.And the high wall still retains the original and most holy white of the stone, which is shining like a star from a distance when it is hit by the sun.

On top of the exquisite and complicated carvings and decorations, there is a simple and simple bell tower, and the intertwined horseshoe-shaped gates are also ingenious. The old buildings with a strong sense of history stand in the modern city, which further sets off the Portuguese Manuel Style is precious.

Jose carried the small Chinese-style suitcase and walked quickly towards the Rossio train station. Jan tried hard to keep up with his pace, so he had to trot all the way, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead .

"Can you keep up, Jan?" Jose asked, shaking his sore shoulders and wrapping his coat tightly around his body.

Yang wiped off the sweat from his head, loosened the bag of the backpack, and swallowed the saliva down his dry throat: "Dad, I'm fine, don't underestimate a future professional player, especially A player for Porto in the future."

"Okay, okay, hold on for a while, we'll be there soon."

Jose felt a little regretful. He got home late yesterday, and it was already night when he packed up all his things. He was pestered by Yang again to play with the Sony Walkman, and he talked about the past. When he woke up, it was clear. .

After washing up in a hurry, the two rushed to the train station with their things. Unfortunately, they missed the morning bus, so they had to run down the avenue in the Alfama district. Both father and son were exhausted. sweat.

Still far away on the street, the sharp-eyed Yang saw Mourinho and Lake Babu in windbreakers, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Mourinho, we are here!"

Mourinho was staring at the big clock at the Rossio train station in a daze, when suddenly he heard someone calling him from behind, he looked back and didn't see where the person was, he was still wondering, Yang was no longer crowded Suddenly, he got out of the crowd.

"Yang, why are you alone, where is your father?" Mourinho squatted down, asked while taking off Yang's backpack and putting it on his shoulders.

"In...at the back, I was afraid that you guys would be in a hurry, uncle, so I ran here first."

Lake Babu looked at Yang's flushed cheeks and couldn't help joking: "There is no football game on the train, why did you warm up early? Ah, little guy?"

Yang was a little embarrassed, with his hands behind his back. At this time, Jose came out of the crowd with a suitcase, panting and said: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, we couldn't catch the car, so we had to run all the way Okay, didn't you waste time?"

"Don't worry, it's okay. The time I told you is a little earlier. I originally wanted to have breakfast together, but now I don't think it will be too late." Lake Babu raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, shaking his head regretfully.

"That's good, that's good..." Jose breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly put the box on his feet.

Mourinho brushed his hair together with his hands, patted Jose on the shoulder and said, "Leave the luggage and everything to me, and you too. It would be nice to take a taxi. I ran all the way here in the early morning, and I was careful to go back and cough again." .”

Jose gave a wry smile, and carefully handed the box over. He didn't say anything, but Ke Yang knew in his heart that his father was not such a stingy person. If it wasn't for the Walkman he bought, he wouldn't be in such a mess. He lowered his head Head, I feel a little sad.

Jose Rodriguez approached Mourinho quietly, and his voice was lowered to the lowest: "Jose, I will leave you alone. He has no relatives in Porto, and he only knows you. What's the matter?" Keep an eye out for him. I don’t know what it looks like in Porto, but it’s better than letting Jan stay in Lisbon. If you are unlucky and meet someone from the Semodo family, you must let him not because If something happens on the spur of the moment, I'm useless as a father, so I can only rely on you."

Mourinho pursed his lips and listened to his almost pleading words, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart, so he could only comfort him in a low voice: "Don't say that, it's not like you don't know how I treat Yang, since you Treat me as a friend, and I will not disappoint the entrustment, rest assured, there is me in everything in Porto."

Jose smiled and sighed: "How can I really rest assured, alas, if I hadn't quit my job at Sporting Lisbon, I wouldn't have been so embarrassed, and I couldn't even accompany him to Porto ..."

"Resigned? When?" Mourinho was a little surprised, he had never heard of this before.

"Keep your voice down, I told you to someone, don't let Jan hear it. It happened a few days ago, I'm afraid I'll accidentally let him go to Porto and let that Davlar find out , so I simply resigned and prepared to change jobs, otherwise how would I have so much time to run around with him, do you really think that Sporting Lisbon earns a lot of money and can ask for leave at will?"

Mourinho burst into tears when he heard the last laugh: "I haven't tried asking for leave, I don't know, but if you want to say whether Sporting Lisbon's money is good or not, then I know better than anyone else, Mr. Robson I haven't paid my salary yet..."

Jose shook his head. Mourinho's black humor was extremely lethal. He didn't know what to say, so he hugged Mourinho in silence.

The big clock at the Rossio train station rang, and the two silently counted the number of ringings. They knew each other that the pain of parting would only speed up the passage of time, and even if they were reluctant, it was time to leave.

Jose half-kneeled and leaned down, holding Jan tightly in his arms. Even with the blessing of winter clothes, the bodies of the father and son still looked very thin.

He stretched out his hands to stroke Yang's black hair, buried his head deeply behind his son's neck, and breathed heavily, as if this could leave more of Yang's smell.

Yang's tears rolled down in big ones, his arms were tightly wrapped around his father's back, his head twisted slightly in José's arms, and the tears had already wetted a piece of his clothes on his chest.

When he raised his head, he had already cried into tears, and even the side of his cheeks were a little red from his father's pale stubble. He was sobbing and sobbing, unable to even breathe. The tear stains under the eyelids beside his nose made his voice tremble:
"Don't cry, don't cry, you promised your mother in front of me, to become an upright man, you have to be strong, this time is an exception, I only allow you to cry this time, the last time...

When you get to Porto, everything depends on your uncle Mourinho, don't be clever.If a person is afraid, just listen to the tapes left by your mother, remember that line?I taught you. "

"Look...look at the black hole in front, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to catch up and kill him cleanly..." Yang suppressed his sobs with difficulty. The words were sung.

"Yes, you only need to sing once, and that fierce general named Chong Gao will appear. With him around, no one can hurt you."

Jose slowly let go of his arms, and slowly retracted his arms. This movement was very simple, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.He gritted his teeth and held his breath, and let out a painful creaking sound from his mouth, like the sound of a shaft wheel that was in disrepair and had not been dripped with lubricating oil, struggling desperately against rust and heavy pressure.

"Go, son, Porto is still waiting for you, maybe you are in a hurry. Go, don't run around, don't leave the two uncles..."

Yang pinched the corner of his father's clothes and lowered his head. He didn't speak, but could only see the mixture of tears and snot dripping slowly from the tip of his nose, but no one was in the mood to wipe it at the moment.

Mourinho couldn't bear it, turned his head and pressed the corner of his eye lightly, and then grabbed Yang's forearm with the hand that wasn't carrying the suitcase: "Yang, it's about to check the ticket, we should go..."

He looked at Jose, who was kneeling on the ground, and bit his lower lip hard to hold back the comforting words that had reached his mouth. Mourinho knew that those words were useless. Know.

"Jose, it's time..."

After a few seconds, he heard Jose's almost inaudible voice.

"Let's go, don't look back..."

Lake Babu stepped forward and patted Jose on the shoulder, and took a long breath: "Mr. Rodriguez, take care, I hope you will continue to receive good news from Porto."

Seeing that Jose didn't speak, the two looked at each other, Lake Babu picked up a few small bags, Mourinho carried the suitcase in one hand, and dragged Yang to the gate of Rossio station with the other.

"Let's go" was for Mourinho. Yang understood what his father meant, and he was the one who couldn't turn back, so he followed Mourinho and never looked back.

Jose kept covering his face with his hands until the figures of the three disappeared behind the gate, then he turned around numbly, kicked his legs on the ground a few times without exerting any strength, his sore muscles twitched, making him He was caught off guard and fell to the side of the steps.

Jose struggled a few times but failed to get up, smiled slumpedly, leaned against the low wall beside him, hugged his legs and lowered his head, curling up his body into a ball.

In the sound of the wind outside the Rossio train station, a few low whimpers began to be mixed in, which was more desolate than the howling of injured beasts. Tourists who were chatting happily passed by here also lowered their voices subconsciously. People in this bustling area The square consciously gave up a nearly circular vacancy.

The five-meter radius here is nothing but the sadness and loneliness of a father.

　Happy birthday to mom!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)