[Football] Choisir

How can I find me?" This sentence pattern is obviously suitable for a very familiar relationship. Maybe it is suitable for another Mario, but it is obviously not suitable for him. After all, Gotze and Royce of this world... are not that familiar.

But Gotze still tried to deduce from his own limited knowledge the destination the text message was pointing to, and then he found that it was almost obvious-what residence would Royce use for other than the house in Harlaching? back" the word?Gotze never lived in another residence.

With some apprehension, Gotze came outside the three-story house in Harlaching.He only had to glance from the window to know that his guess was right.There was a light in the room, which from the outside might have been the firelight of the fireplace, for the light flickered on and off.

Gotze touched his trouser pocket and took out a bunch of keys from it.

He left the bunch of keys at the house after the last quarrel.But Royce returned it when he was hospitalized, and said that he would not live there as often as before, so he still hoped that Gotze would accept it. After all, the location of the house is hidden and the environment is good, which is very good for recuperation.

Getze rubbed the bunch of keys, and the feeling of uncertainty in his heart became stronger.

He really couldn't bear it, because Marco's devotion to "Mario" seemed to be too selfless, would it be too cruel to say those words to him?

He sighed, deciding it would be better not to mention it when he wasn't ready and when the timing was right.

Opening the door, Gotze easily found Royce's position, because the living room was filled with the smell of alcohol.He went into the living room and found Royce sitting silently in an armchair, sipping from a bottle.

"Have you been drinking?" Gotze walked over, but was startled by Royce's appearance.

Since coming to this world, Gotze has never seen Royce look like this - the originally neatly combed blond hair has become a mess, the beard looks like it hasn't been shaved for several days, and the suit is worn, but He looked like he had just grabbed something and put it on rather than carefully selected, and the collars and ties of his shirts were hanging loose, as listless as their owners.

"What happened?" Gotze knew that his voice must sound full of surprise.

Royce didn't answer right away. He looked up and took a big sip of the wine, then put down the bottle, then raised his head and replied, "It's nothing...it's just a few days of overtime. Don't worry, this little wine won't make me drunk. "

Gotze observed carefully and found that what Royce said was true.His eyes were clear and he spoke clearly, with no sign of alcoholism.

"So, that matter... resolved?"

Royce nodded, and took another sip: "It's resolved. But if they had adopted a positive attitude before expanding the review, everything would be much easier, instead of being controlled by others like they are now."

Gotze nodded.He didn't know anything about it and didn't know what to say.

"Forget what you said just now," Royce sensed Gotze's embarrassment, and sighed, "The less you know about these things, the better...it's not for you."

"I know, don't worry about this... What's the reason you came here for me?" Gotze quickly changed the subject.

"Nothing special," Royce said, looking at him, "I just need you at this time..."

Gotze felt himself blushing, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid Royce's gaze.

Then he heard Royce sigh again.

"You still..." But the words were only half spoken.

"Marco, I..." Gotze raised his head, but found that he could clearly see the pain in Royce's eyes.

Royce picked up the wine bottle, stood up from the sofa, walked to the fireplace and stood, keeping a seemingly polite distance from Gotze.Then he smiled bleakly, and continued: "I found that I'm actually used to it... If one day you change your mind, I'd probably be so happy that I had a heart attack and died suddenly."

"Just for example, I don't have a heart attack," he added.

"I didn't take it seriously," Gotze said.

"I know." Royce slowly raised the bottle in his hand, and took a sip slowly, "I don't know why I said it, maybe I have nothing to say. Sometimes I am really pessimistic, because I can't seem to foresee a future with you in my life. I'm so disturbed, Sunny... I've been chasing since I realized my feelings for you, and I don't know if there's you at the end of the road. I I'm so scared...I'm so afraid of losing you..."

"That's not right, Marko," Gotze heard himself say calmly, as if he had made up his mind to say it before he entered the door, even though it wasn't. "It's not like that."

"You've always been too generous, even to me." He closed his eyes, feeling another Mario's encouragement, and then he opened them, "You can't always ask me to give you back after giving everything , sometimes the equation cannot be fully established."

"Sunny, I didn't..."

"No, don't be too quick to argue! You've been like that since we were at Mondres, since we've been together on the pitch. You give without reservation, you humble yourself, and It all seems to be for me - the dorm change, the compromise to go back to the public - it all seems to be because you love me. You keep making sacrifices for me, but you can't get what you think is equivalent from me In return, what I can give you can't make the balance in your heart. I don't mind our differences in status, and I don't think these are excuses to prevent love, although I must admit that it is because of my scruples and timidity. We didn't take the opportunity to confess to each other earlier. But the more you give, the more you depend on this psychological sense of sanctity and fulfillment - Marco Reus is a saint, he only gives and doesn't take, How great he is in love!" Gotze stepped forward and looked directly into Royce's eyes, "Maybe you loved me at first, but now, all you love is 'you love me'. This is what I have always been I can't accept your reason."

"I still love you, Marco, and love you despite my cowardice," Gotze said softly, "but what about you?"

Royce didn't answer, he just stood there, still holding the wine bottle.

The light of the fire in the fireplace was getting dimmer, and the swaying flames were like dead leaves trembling in the cold wind, struggling to maintain the little life left.Royce's face was hidden in the shadow that the fire could not reach, and the rest of his body was still bathed in the beating weak light, which made him look incongruously divided by light and darkness.And as the light got weaker and weaker, the shadowed part of him grew bigger and bigger, as if he was going to be swallowed by the whole room.

The sight was heartbreaking.

But Gotze was unwavering.He is so determined now because Mario is standing with him.He knew, he felt, that there was a steady and calm force in the depths of his consciousness that allowed him to let go of his indecision, not to be overwhelmed by his own guilt.This is something Goetze can't do alone.

"Stop, Marco," he said, "stop, and look at yourself. You'll know I'm right."

The flame struggled and jumped twice, then went out.

The whole room was completely plunged into darkness.

Royce remained motionless, as if frozen in time.The curtain cast the dim light of the street lamp from behind through gaps, and carved him into a sculpture in the darkness—his whole body lines were tense, from his beautiful side face to his perfect body.In the cold light of the street lamps, those tense lines look like an abstract painting, screaming silently at the viewer.

Gotze stood for a while longer, and then he realized it was time to leave.

"Until you understand, my answer will always be—no." He left the words in the dark, softly, but very clearly.

After speaking, he walked out the door and disappeared into the night outside.

Chapter 12

"Things have developed to this point, I don't think it's a good idea to continue to hide." Ram sat in his usual favorite seat, flipped through a newspaper, and expressed his opinion on this issue.

"Of course, if you ask me," he added afterwards.

"Of course I want to ask you, I mean, I don't know who else I can discuss this matter with except you." Goetze put down the knife in his hand and said seriously, he was going to re-grease his toast A layer of strawberry-flavored jam.But since Lahm opened his mouth, the conversation that had started unintentionally during breakfast has developed in a more serious direction, and Gotze felt that it would be too irrational to eat bread at this time.

It has to be said that the morning conversation was getting more and more of a family talk, because Lahm always had an awe-inspiring charisma.Gotze felt that he had a "paternal temperament" in him, and it would be reassuring to talk to him about some important issues.

Perhaps there is also a reason why Gotze is in awe of the "Captain Philip" in his own world. In the past, they always respected this captain who is not tall but has an extremely powerful aura.Whether it is the national team or the club, Philip Lahm is always the one that people can rely on at ease. It seems that as long as he is on the field, even he is just a substitute.