All-around center

Ancient bridge diving is a specialty of the town of Mostar.

The town's youth association performs diving performances in the summer, but there are very few people diving in this season, mainly because the weather is not hot enough, and the Neretva River is fast-flowing and very cold.

This is not a good time for diving!

But for Su Ke, who is short of money, nothing is more fatal than being poor.

And he also needs enough money to ensure nutrition.

Before the tourists could react, Suk was already holding the iron basin and started cleaning with a sweet smile on his face.

The tourists couldn't help but feel disgusted when they saw this young man who naturally gave people a sense of intimacy. Most of them were out of pity, and some were out of curiosity.

Suk wandered among the crowd and kept harvesting Mark.

Some people gave 5 marks, some gave 10 marks, and some young couples gave more.

Su Ke happily ran around to collect money, and it was only natural to collect money from performing arts.

When encountering some tourists who are still doubtful, Su Ke will emphasize it again.

'give me money! ’

'diving! ’

Soon, Suk stopped in front of a young man. He looked left and right, but did not find the other person's parents.

The young man wore a hood, zipped so high that it covered his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of dark eyes visible.

Suk scratched his head. He didn't want to give up and repeated; "Give me the money!"

"diving!"

The young man was unmoved.

Suk made another diving gesture, pointed under the bridge, and emphasized his tone.

"Diving show!"

The boy still didn't speak.

"Is this guy mute?" Suk muttered angrily.

At this time, the other party suddenly cursed: "You are the mute!"

Suk was stunned for a moment, this guy used Croatian.

Bosnia and Herzegovina is located in the Balkan Peninsula, adjacent to many countries, and the language system within the country is also complex.

But the most commonly spoken languages ​​are Bosnian, Serbian and Croatian.

Su Ke couldn't figure out the context and asked; "Local?"

The boy stopped talking again.

"ill!"

Su Ke cursed secretly, bypassed the young man and continued to collect money.

The young man turned to look at Suk, with no intention of leaving, and his smart eyes also shone with curiosity.

He wanted to know whether the little Douding in front of him could really dive or was cheating money.

If it was a scam, he would call the police without hesitation.

In his opinion, it is closer to the latter.

After all, this season is not a good time for diving.

Soon under the watch of the young man, after Suk collected a wave of money, he folded the money and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then began to take off his clothes, leaving only a pair of briefs.

Suk, who only wore three-legged shorts, had fair skin, distinct ribs on both sides of his chest, and a big head on top. He was clearly a child who had not yet grown up.

He folded his clothes, found a crowded place and placed them beside the bridge. He pointed at the tourists and said, "Help me take a look."

The tourists smiled and made OK gestures.

At this time, the face of the young man behind him was already full of surprise.

Really jump?

But before he could react, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became lively.

I saw Su Ke grabbing the iron railings with both hands and nimbly climbing to the outside of the ancient bridge. He raised his hands high and shouted to the tourists on both sides: "Follow my pace."

After saying that, Suk began to clap slowly.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The tourists around also smiled and clapped, they liked this atmosphere very much.

Under the leadership of Su Ke, the sound of clapping gradually became more orderly and faster, like a dense drumbeat.

Some tourists even started shouting loudly.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!

receive!

Suk was like a conductor of a band. He shook his hands and the surrounding area became quiet.

At this time, they saw the thin young man take a deep breath, suddenly jump up on his toes, and draw an arc in the air, with his head down and his feet up, straight towards the dragon gate. The icy river water fell quickly.

"ah!!!!--"

"Jumped!!!"

"God!!"

The bridge was full of exclamations, and everyone rushed towards the bridge.

The hooded boy also moved forward quickly.

At this time of year, a bad person will die.

thump!

The water splashed and Suk submerged into the water.

A ripple appeared in the rushing river and soon disappeared, along with Su Ke's figure.

"No way?"

"Where are the people?"

"Should we call an ambulance?"

The crowd began to whisper, and the hooded boy kept looking left and right.

Just when everyone was at a loss, there was a crashing noise not far from the shore.

The crowd turned around and saw Suk's figure appearing on the shore.

This sight made them sigh with relief.

With the crowd watching, Su Ke quickly ran to the shore, made a strong movement in the direction of the ancient bridge, then opened his hands and shouted loudly.

"Come on!!!——"

In an instant, fierce cheers and shouts burst out from the ancient bridge, and thunderous applause was heard endlessly.

Listening to the applause, Suk laughed and made gentlemanly gestures toward the ancient bridge, and then he jumped over and ran over.

"What a great dance!"

"wonderful performance!"

"Well done! Boy!"

The tourists around looked at Suke trotting all the way and were full of admiration.

Some of the tourists who didn't mind the trouble took out another sum of money and asked Suk to dance again.

But Su Ke smiled, picked up his clothes, turned around and rushed under the bridge, disappearing from sight in a flash.

The ancient bridge was still bustling with people, and the hooded boy stared blankly at the alleyway where Su Ke disappeared in the distance, his face full of emotion.

Although Su Ke hid it well, his body was still shivering from the cold, his lips were a little blue, and his body was swaying when he ran.

This means that the diving performance caused some damage to his body.

Regardless of whether it was for money or not, Suk's courage to stand on the bridge and jump off was enough to shock the young man.

The young man lowered his head in silence, turned around and left the noisy crowd.

All the way along the stone road into a mountain forest trail, after twists and turns, he came to a field with the sign of 'Mostar Zlinyiski Football Club'.

The boy unzipped and took off his hood.

He has short tawny hair, thin lips, a straight nose, and a slender face, typical characteristics of Eastern European people.

And this boy is surprisingly the Croatian genius who made a sensation in Mostar a few weeks ago, Luka Modric.

At this time, Modric is not yet the future midfield master and Ballon d'Or winner.

The fair and thin face paired with the skinny figure gives people a fragile feeling.

Along the dirt path inside the club, Modric walked straight to the dormitory nearby.

Mostar Zlinjski Football Club is very competitive in the Bosnian League, but their financial situation and stadium facilities are very old.

A long two-story townhouse, the walls are a bit dry, and the white wall paint and gray concrete are mottled together, giving it a sense of dilapidation.

Passing through the entrance door in the middle and walking into the dormitory building, the corridors on both sides appear dark.

Most of the first floor is the equipment room. Go up the stairs to the second floor.

Modric opened the door to the first room on the left.

This is a furnishing similar to a university dormitory, with a structure of bunk beds. There are three bunk beds in the room, but only the bottom bunk near the window has traces of life.

The whole room seemed very clean, and it was obviously cleaned regularly.

Modric hung his coat on a hook on the wall.

Like all young people nowadays, Modric has many posters of football stars on his walls.

The largest number among them is undoubtedly ‘Alien Ronaldo’, the heartthrob in today’s football world.

Modric stood in front of the wall, looking at the posters on the wall, his eyes flashing, no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, Modric picked up the toiletries, went to the bathroom next door, turned on the faucet and started washing his body.

Wipe your body with a cool towel to take away the sticky feeling after sweating, and feel more comfortable in the breeze.

But this cold touch made Modric always think of the young man who completed the dive in the ancient bridge.

How could that body that looked younger than his own bear that kind of impact?

And then there is the courage of this guy to jump down.

Modric looked down at the well water left in the faucet. The weather in spring was still a bit cool, and the well water was even colder.

Modric tentatively leaned over and put his arm under the faucet, letting it wash away. His brows furrowed slightly.

There was a slight chill on my arms, but not that biting.

Modric placed the basin under the faucet. After filling it with water, he suddenly picked up the basin and tilted it down from above his head.

Wow! !

Hiss~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taking a long breath of cold air, Modric suddenly felt his whole body trembling with cold.

It’s hard to imagine what it feels like to be immersed in such river water.

"Is that guy sick?"

Modric shook his body, bared his teeth, and cursed.

Then he looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but say something.

"ill!"

After drying his body with a towel, Modric walked out of the bathroom and returned to his room. He sat at the table by the window, took out a pen and paper and started writing a letter.

"Dear Besic, this is my fourth week in Mostar. I miss my hometown and the people in my hometown very much. Of course, I also miss you very much."

"I'm sorry for what happened in Zagreb. After you left, they quickly gave up on me. I understood what they wanted, so I didn't stay. I'm a student of You, and I also think you I will definitely come back to Zagreb, don’t forget to take me home then!”

After a pause, Modric thought for a moment and continued writing:

"The Bosnia and Herzegovina League is very confrontational, no! It should be brutal. This style greatly compromised my performance. In order to avoid confrontation, I need to run more actively. Fortunately, I have found some tricks. I think You’ll be happy for me.”

"I don't know how long I will stay here, but it won't be long! Just like you once told me, I am a genius and I can do things that others can't do."

"Of course, some stupid guys here can't always see through my thoughts, and then they will ask me why I want to pass the ball like that. Their pig brains only know how to run forward, and they have no concept of coordination and passing penetration."

At this point, a hint of frivolous contempt appeared on Modric's face, but it soon turned into frustration.

"I have no friends here, and I don't want to make friends with some idiots. I believe this is a trial given to me by the Lord. I will definitely be able to complete it well, just like before. Of course, I may also be needed. Take some courage and break some of your old playing habits."

For some reason, Modric thought of the boy who dived from the ancient bridge again in his mind.

He shook his head, blacked out the last paragraph, and said in a disdainful tone: "They are the ones who need to change!"

After clarifying his thoughts, Modric began to summarize.

"The season is almost over. This season is an adaptation period. Next season, I will perform wonderfully and let everyone know how geniuses play. And those idiots who loaned me out, I will give A resounding slap from them!”

“That’s it for this week’s report, love you Luca!”

After writing the letter, Modric folded the letter neatly and stuffed it into the envelope, then turned around and lay down on the bed to take a nap.

The new book Seedlings asks for support!

Please collect it! Please vote for recommendation! Please click! Asking for a monthly ticket!