[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"Joy, wait," Antonio's chest heaved violently, and his brain was a little short of oxygen.

God knows how much self-control he used to push the girl away just a little bit.

"I have to make sure," the gorgeous fireworks exploded in his vision, and he always felt that everything was unreal, "Do you really know what a kiss means? Or is it just because you are standing under the mistletoe—"

Mistletoe has a blessing from Frigg, the goddess of love, who promises to give a kiss to whoever stands under the mistletoe.

This legend eventually evolved into today's Christmas custom.

To stand under the mistletoe means to accept a kiss from someone—whoever it is.

Joey: "..."

She leaned down and saw her enlarged, vicious expression in Antonio's wide-open light blue eyes: "Antonio, sometimes I really want to bite you—are you a fool?"

The surprise of the sudden reunion was interrupted by a small episode, and the accumulated grievances and anger rushed to my heart.

"You want to live—" Joey repeated word by word, "Mr. Gordy, you are so affectionate! Do you think you are Jack floating in the sea of ​​ice?"

"Who is that?" Antonio frowned.

Joey: "..." Well, this is called the generation gap.

She cleared her throat and changed the subject, "Why didn't you tell me who you were on the phone?" She was bitter about it.

"What's the need?" Antonio took it for granted, but was more concerned about another question: "So who is Jack..."

"What's the need!" Joey felt like a puffer fish puffing up, "You can tell it's me! Don't try to play tricks, you called me by my name—"

"I heard it at the end." Antonio said quickly, "So Jack..."

"I finally heard it! Ha!" Joey was about to die of anger.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

No, you can't let him lead you by the nose.Wait a minute, there are more important things to ask.

"So how did you escape? At that time, it was obvious..." She couldn't continue.

At that time, it was obvious that she personally ordered to blow up the castle.

The people inside have almost no chance of surviving.

"Oh, I was taken to Carlos as soon as the castle fell."

Joey's heart suddenly raised: "And then?"

"He asked me to do something - I said no. Then they let me go," Antonio said lightly.

"Do you think I'm a child, so easy to deceive?" Joey said angrily.

With his toes, he knew that it was impossible to let him go so easily.

The same logic applies to them—would you just let go of an enemy who is familiar with the urban space of the battlefield?

"But that's the truth." Antonio spread his hands helplessly, "They threw me into the sea. I said I could swim, right? So I swam south and landed, just in time to join the king's team."

"I can swear, I'm not lying."

He really wasn't lying.

Just to simplify the process a little bit - after determining that the famous architect would not work for the king, they took him to the edge of the cliff at Montjuic Castle and let him jump off himself.

This saves ammo.

Falling from a cliff more than 100 meters high to the sea surface, the impact force of the human body hitting the water surface at high speed is not much different from hitting the ground.

There is no chance of survival.

Looking down at the quiet blue bay in the howling cold wind, it was the first time Antonio prayed to God——

He doesn't want to die yet.

There is another girl, waiting for him to go back.

The strong wind blew and bent the pines and cypresses on the cliff.

He hit many branches during the rapid fall, and when he fell into the water, he almost used his last bit of consciousness to reduce the contact area with the water surface.

"My God. You've got 14 broken ribs, a broken collarbone and shoulder blade on your left side, a mild concussion - but you're still alive."

The light in the doctor's hand dazzled his eyes, "But what's the matter with this scar on your chest? Is this... a gunshot wound?"

The moment he woke up again, Antonio suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether he acknowledged the existence of God or not.

This is indeed a world full of wonders.

"Believe it or not. I'm here anyway—alive, not a ghost."

Antonio looked up at Joy with a half-smile, stretched out his hand and patted the snow falling on her head: "So how long are you going to do this?"

"You're so close I'm taking my breath away."

Joey was taken aback, and his face turned red.

The hand that patted her head moved to her shoulder, and patted it jokingly: "It's a bit heavy, so I can't breathe."

Joey suddenly became angry.

Very well, this vicious, unchanging man.

She shouldn't have any unrealistic fantasies about him.

The more Joey thought about it, the angrier he became. Looking at the hideous smiling face in front of him, he lowered his head and took a bite without thinking.

When she gets angry, it's inevitable that her mouth will be neither serious nor serious.

"Hiss—" Antonio gasped.

Lightened up, the girl flipped aside lightly like a deer, and smiled condescendingly at him.

"Oh, you asked who Jack was, didn't you?"

Joey wiped the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "He is a very handsome man with a very good drawing."

So, everyone saw it very quickly—the corners of Mr. Gaudi's mouth were red and swollen, and a piece of skin was broken, his face was very unwilling.

"Mummy, was Mr. Gordy bitten?"

"Cough, I must have accidentally fell."

"Oh! I see. I have to walk carefully, or I'll break my mouth."

The adults looked at each other tacitly, and couldn't help giggling: "Oh, Your Royal Highness is not an ordinary woman."

"—It can bite people."

"I heard that Mr. Gordy is asking who is Jack?"

"Well, do we have Jack here? Has any of you seen it?"

People talked and laughed together.

Only the young His Majesty the King turned green when he heard about it.

But he had to maintain his manners.

At this time, the king's team was slowly passing through Diagonal Avenue.

Everything was in order, and the windows of the buildings on both sides were crowded with people, people tiptoed to see His Majesty the King.

"Mommy, is His Majesty the King so young! I thought they were all grandfathers with gray hair and long beards! Fairy tales are all deceiving..."

"Hush—" the mother hurriedly stopped the child.

Although it was the king's army who rescued them, His Majesty the King looked childish from a distance, he didn't look like a bad guy, and he was also the younger brother of His Royal Highness the Princess...

But he is the king from Madrid after all.

The long history prevents them from letting down their vigilance easily.

thump!

Something flew out of the sky and hit the plane tree in the flower bed in the middle of the street.

The guards immediately guarded the king vigilantly, but the thing just bounced off the tree trunk, rolled for a while, and then stopped.

There was no explosion.

No smoke.

But there was an eerie silence all around.

The nerves of people who have just experienced war have been relaxed, but they can still be frightened and tense at any time by the slightest stimulus.

Immediately, someone cautiously stepped forward to check. Just as he was about to start investigating the spherical object, he suddenly heard a child's voice shouting: "Sorry! That's our football!"

football?Alfonso raised an eyebrow.

With the rapid clicking sound, a short-haired boy jumped from the corner of the street leaning on a cane, sweating profusely.

"Stop!" Someone stopped him immediately.

"It's okay, let him come over." Alfonso got off his horse.

"Your Majesty, this..." "It's okay." He waved his hand.

He noticed that people from all directions were staring at this side at this moment.

He sighed in his heart, remembering Prime Minister Castillo's advice to him before departure——

"Your Majesty, you must seize this opportunity to show the people of Barcelona the affinity of the royal family. This is very important for a stable rule."

For Alfonso, who has just turned 17, it is still too much to pretend to be a perfect king.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to pretend at this moment.

The little boy limped up to him.

Alfonso bent down and touched his head: "What's your name?"

"My name is Parker, Parker Dier!" The little boy raised his head and quickly added, "Your Majesty!"

Alfonso nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "I heard that on the day of the negotiations on December 12, you shot an arrow at Carlos' flag and burned it?"

Parker pursed his lips proudly: "Yes, Your Majesty! It's me!"

Even His Majesty the King of Spain knows about it!

This must be something he can brag about for the rest of his life!

"Dear Mr. Dier," Alfonso stroked his tangled short hair, "we will always remember your courage and sacrifice."

After receiving the ball from the person next to him, Parker's face flushed with excitement.

The strong sunlight reflected off the metal crutch under his arm hurt Alfonso's eye.

"This is your football? Are you...still playing football?" His voice subconsciously softened.

"Ah," Parker hesitantly lowered his head, glanced sideways unconsciously, "I can't kick anymore..."

Alfonso followed his gaze to the corner of the street.

A group of tall and short children were leaning against the wall, stretching their necks one by one, looking nervously at this side.

"But I've always been the captain of the Rambla West football team," Parker's voice regained some confidence, "I have to be responsible for what we did! So, Your Majesty, I'm sorry that our ball disturbed your team!"

"We didn't mean to, it's just that the grown-ups agreed to commemorate the end of the war with a football match, and we're not old enough to play the grown-ups' football match, but we want to have our own memorial match too!—Well, you know, before the game You have to practice."

"Are you going to commemorate it with a football game?"

"Yes! I also heard that the adults of the city council want to invite His Majesty to kick off the game!"

When Parker was excited, he couldn't help spouting out all the gossip he had heard like pouring sausages, "But they are worried that you won't agree, and are hesitating whether to invite you—Your Majesty, will you agree? ?”

"Of course no problem. I love football."

"Really!"

"real."

In fact, Alfonso was obsessed with football when he was studying in the UK, and he had carefully studied the loopholes in the "Cambridge Rules".

He winked at Parker. "There's no man who isn't crazy about football, are you right?"

Parker's eyes sparkled in admiration: "You are so right, Your Majesty the King!"

"So, Mr. Dier," Alfonso smiled and stretched out his hand to the little boy, "I wonder if the King of Spain has the honor to invite you to ride with him?"

Under everyone's amazed and envious eyes, he shared a horse with His Majesty the King and walked along Diagonal Street to the City Hall.

Parker felt that he was about to faint with happiness.

The young His Majesty the King didn't care about the amazed eyes of the crowd, and smiled at the city hall officials who greeted him: "I heard that Barcelona is planning to hold a football match to commemorate the victory of the war, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes, Your Majesty..." The officials looked at each other.

They had discussed and decided that it would be better not to report this matter to the king.

How could His Majesty the King, who is busy with everything, pay attention to such trivial matters?Not to mention the whimsical proposal of some individuals to invite the king to kick off.Gosh, bringing it up would only embarrass both King and Barcelona.

"Oh," the young king smiled and patted the shoulder of the little boy beside him, who puffed up his chest proudly, "this little man invited me to kick off the game—"

The officials looked at each other in sudden horror.It's over!

"--I am very honored."

Afonso entered the meeting hall calmly and saw the people who were waiting for him.

Of course he couldn't ignore the wound on the corner of a man's mouth.

Therefore, the smile on the corner of his mouth was inevitably a little teasing, and he looked at Joey who was smiling at him and didn't know what was waiting for him.

"Then, sister, we can probably discuss your marriage now."

The author has something to say: "Cambridge Rules": The rules formulated in England in 1848 are the first written rules of football, including officially setting the number of players on the football field to 11.

Thanks to Shuiyan for the cute grenade, Coca-Cola's 2 landmines, I hope there is no heaven, and the exam's 1 landmine~

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