[Football] Choisir

come out.Royce, who was standing at the door, looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected that there would be people visiting on Christmas Eve—shouldn't this be a day of reunion?But when he saw the person standing outside the door, he froze in place.

"Hi, long time no see." Gotze greeted with crooked eyes.

Royce blinked, as if confirming that what he saw was not an illusion.Close it, open it, close it again, open it again... Gotze was still standing there, smiling like the sunshine when the winter snow just melts.

So after the initial shock, Royce habitually twitched the corners of his mouth, and a smile began to creep up on his cheeks.

"I'm here to tell you something." Gotze suppressed his smile and said in a serious manner on purpose.

Royce simply leaned against the door, looked at him with a smile, and waited to see what tricks he would play.

"Because today is Christmas." Goetze added, the look in his eyes was terribly sincere.

"Christmas has to tell the truth," Royce quoted, nodding, taking off his oven mitts.

"That's right." Gotze said, and suddenly smiled again, like the frozen earth rejuvenated instantly, and all the vigorous vitality and warm power burst out from it.

Goodness, another deadly smile.

But he just had nothing to do with him.

Involuntarily, Royce took a step forward and hugged Gotze into his arms, resting his chin on Mario's shoulder as before, sniffing the long-lost familiar breath emanating from him, and then slowly said: "Exactly, I also have something to say."

"It must be the truth." Gotze put his mouth on Royce's ear and declared.

"Of course." Royce replied softly.

Then they all paused for a moment in tacit understanding, allowing the holly wreath hanging on the door to be blown by the wind and make a small sound.Behind them, heavy snow was falling quietly.

"I love you, Marco."

"I love you, Sunny."

"end"

Gotze was late after finishing the day's recovery training.He came home from Dr. Wolfart's clinic to find that Royce hadn't returned.

While wondering whether he should order a takeaway to feed himself at night, he took out the key and opened the door.

After entering the door, he put the key in an empty fish tank on the shoe rack as usual, but when he passed the entrance, he found a letter lying on the ground—from this distance, the letter was obviously stuffed in through the crack of the door of.

Gotze picked up the letter and found that the back seal was not glued, but instead of opening it right away, he turned to the front of the envelope.However, there was only his name on the envelope in a handwriting that looked familiar—he couldn't remember where he had seen it before—there was no sender's name, no address, and no information about the sender.

He began to feel a little curious.As far as he knew, he had no friends who enjoyed playing with such mysteries, and apparently neither did Marco.

So who is this mysterious sender?

Driven by strong curiosity, he walked into the house without even taking off his coat.

Goetze opened the envelope as he walked, not willing to pay attention to the letter for any other strange things.But after some careful inspection, he had to admit that it was just an ordinary anonymous letter.So he had no choice but to resign himself to pulling out the letter paper inside, and decided to see what was written on it.

The living room was a little dark, and Gotze sat down on the armrest of a sofa chair nearby, and turned on a reading light next to him.The small light bulb quickly turned on, emitting a soft light, illuminating a corner of the living room.

Now he can see the words on the paper clearly, it is still the kind of slightly familiar handwriting, but only two clean sentences are written——

we had a good time,

Hope you are too.

Extra

If their childhood story unfolded like this——

1. A confession that almost blurts out

Marco lay listlessly on the table early in the morning, staring blankly ahead.

"You haven't finished your homework yet?" Mario appeared with a lollipop in his mouth, easily threw his schoolbag on the table, and sat down beside Marco.

"Actually, I wrote it... but I was bitten by a cat without paying attention! It's rotten!" Marco said through gritted teeth.

Mario patted him sympathetically: "Today is Mr. Love's math class, you are dead."

Marco lay back on the table wanting to cry without tears, with a look of resignation, and he ignored Mario crunching and crunching the lollipop at the side, and Marco couldn't stand this sound most of the time.

Mario swallowed the crushed candy in his mouth, leaned over and tilted his head to look at Marco.

Marco waved him away feebly.

Mario was amused by his appearance, and reached out to take out the homework book from his schoolbag. "Here, copy mine for you?"

Marco suddenly became elated: "I love Mario so much—cough, you are simply an angel sent by God!"

Mario stretched out two fingers: "Two packs of snacks."

"No problem!" Marco grabbed his notebook and pen and started to write.

Mario fished out another lollipop from his bag and found it was watermelon flavored.After thinking about it after tearing off the wrapping paper, he stuffed the candy directly into the mouth of Marco, who was scribbling.

2. I really want to touch you

There is a group photo of the class spring outing on the table.

In the photo, Marco is standing next to Mario with a cool expression, but his mouth is a little crooked.

Mario looked at the upturned corners of Marco's mouth in the photo, imitated his crooked smile in the mirror, and—

Be ugly by yourself!cry!up!

He poked Marco in the photo, imagining the little boy moving.

Well, it's still pretty good looking.

Contented, Mario crawled back into his crib.Before falling asleep, he still reminded himself that he must poke Marco tomorrow to see if his mouth is really crooked.

3. "Well, we're best friends."

"Take this back and ask your parents to come over tomorrow." The art teacher Bierhoff said kindly.

Marco felt his hairs stand on end.

Mario took back the piece of paper in the teacher's hand with a dejected look. At the end of the paper that should have been the "guarantee letter", there was the signature that he had spent a long time practicing to resemble Marco's mother.

"We're finished..." Marco couldn't help crying as soon as he came to the playground.

"It's all your bad idea!" Mario expressed dissatisfaction.

"Then you also agreed... Hey, don't go! We are still not friends!"

Mario turned back to stare at him.

"Okay Mario, I was wrong... I shouldn't have lied to the teacher and dragged you into the water..." Marco whispered.

Mario tilted his head and looked at him seriously for a while, then said slowly: "Okay, I accept your apology, we are still friends."

Marco ran over with a smile and hugged Mario.

"That's right! We are best friends!"

"Well, we're best friends."

In the end, they decided to follow each other home, lest either of them will be served by the family law...

4. The narrow-mindedness that can't be suppressed no matter what

"Why do you keep playing with Robert?" Marco complained to Mario dissatisfied.

"Why can't I play with him? He is also good-looking, and he can speak Polish." Mario said without looking up while doing homework.

"He's not good-looking! He just has blue eyes!" Marco protested loudly, "And what's so strange about Polish! If I was born in Poland, I would too!"

"And he'll bring me snacks," Mario continued.

"I can bring you snacks too! I haven't bought you which one you like, but that's the pocket money I managed to save!"

"But you always buy watermelon lollipops... I don't like them, that's what you like."

"I... I don't care! I just don't like him!" Marco put on an unreasonable gesture.

"Why do you hate Robert so much? He didn't mess with you." Mario closed the book with a snap and looked at Marco dissatisfied.

"I just don't like it when you go to play with him all the time!" Marco said angrily.

"I asked him to borrow my homework! Otherwise, who do you think copied your homework!" Mario swung his schoolbag hard on his back, almost knocking Marco off his chair.

"You should have said earlier... I will..."

"Stupid Marco!" Mario ran out of the classroom angrily.

"Hey, hey! I can go with you next time!" Marco shouted and chased him out.

5. A diary with your name on it

It was already night, and the diligent Mario was still doing homework at the desk.

Because the big idiot Marco's homework is also written by him, but as a trade, Mario can get a lot of snacks brought back by Marco's father.These are usually not available in China!

The German homework assigned by Mr. Loew today is to write a diary. Let's take a look at what is written in Mario's diary!

M...a...r...c...eh?

It's all Marco's name.

6. Guilty Truth or Dare

So why play with sincerity