[football] this god

Paris is suitable for those who have lovers, Paris is the enchanting potion for lovers.

Paris is for people without lovers, Paris is their lover.

——Leo scoffed at this evaluation.

He couldn't see what was good about this city, it was too rough and a little dirty.

But for Ronaldo's boring fantasies about Valentine's Day, he still had to sneak along the Seine and quietly buy a ticket for a cruise ship and wait in line to get on it.

This is simply more exhausting Leo's proud patience than waiting in line at a restaurant.

Someone stood up behind him and put a hand gently on his neck, feeling the throbbing veins under his skin.

Leo's heart beat suddenly violently, and his mind went blank for half a minute, and he almost couldn't help but get closer to that hand, so that the piece of skin and the opponent's skin would become one and could never be separated again .

They will never be separated again and the world will know to whom and only they belong.

But after that half a minute, he finally pushed away the other party's hand in disgust, and then whispered: "If you do such a wretched thing again, I will really call the police."

——Cristiano was speechless, silently withdrew his hand, and whispered, "My girlfriends used to like this very much."

Leo glanced back at him, maybe he was worried that other people would find out, so he quickly turned around and took out his mobile phone to send a text message, "When you dated your ex-girlfriend, you also talked about your ex-girlfriend?"

"You're not my ex-girlfriend—I just want to create an atmosphere, and it's you who don't understand the style." Cristiano retorted guiltily.

Leo put his phone away and didn't speak again.

There are always a lot of people on the cruise ship on the Seine, and Valentine's Day is no exception, but fortunately, Cristiano and Leo were together when they lined up, so they had the opportunity to choose adjacent seats when they got on the boat.

But neither Leo nor Cristiano dared to take the risk of doing anything out of the ordinary, so they just stood shoulder to shoulder, looked at the scenery and pretended not to know each other, and occasionally bowed their heads to send text messages to each other.

"There are painters who paint portraits of passers-by by the Seine, do you want to try?" Cristiano asked.Leo quickly texted back, "Then the whole world will know that the two of us took a cruise together?"

Cristiano doesn't want to talk to someone who isn't romantic.

"Okay, let's go..." Leo thought for a while, probably thinking that Valentine's Day is a good day after all, so there is no need to object to such optional things, so he finally agreed, "Get off the boat and go .”

Cristiano cheerfully agreed, and proposed to eat the dinner provided on the cruise ship now.

——Now that I go there, I won’t be able to get off the boat to paint portraits immediately... Leo complained silently, but finally nodded in agreement.

Cristiano was very proud and immediately ran down to the dining room for dinner, and managed to occupy a corner seat by the window—he sat down with his back to the wall, and then watched Messi walk slowly from the deck with his hands in his pockets. Shaking down, pretending to be casually sitting at the table in front of him.

Cristiano had his back to the wall, Messi faced the wall - they were sitting at two tables, but facing each other.

Both Leo and Cristiano knew this was nothing funny, but they couldn't help laughing.

--"Oh, sorry."

Cristiano remembers a year when he took his girlfriend to the Golden Globes, waiting in a room somewhere backstage at that terrific Zurich venue.

His girlfriend was pulling him and talking to him affectionately, but Messi suddenly opened the door and walked in at this moment.

"Sorry, my lounge is next door and I seem to have gone the wrong way." Messi was obviously startled when he saw the scene in front of him. He took a step back and looked at the room number, then apologized, "It's an accident, really bad Excuse me."

Cristiano froze for a moment, subconsciously pushed away his girlfriend's hand and straightened his collar.

——This is not very solemn, it is not good for people to see.Cristiano later told his girlfriend that.

"It's nothing, but you should stay in the lounge and wait for them," Cristiano said. "The FIFA staff will go crazy if they don't see you. They're pointing at your and my "performance" later to brush traffic." . "

Cristiano didn't need to say so much at all, because it seemed to mean to keep the other party and want to chat with the other party-after all, if you don't want to talk nonsense with the other party, you can just say: It's okay, goodbye.

Messi obviously also felt Cristiano's "retention" - he looked at the lady who reluctantly stayed away from her boyfriend, but he didn't show any intention of knowingly deciding to leave as soon as possible to leave a world for the other party, " There are too many people in the lounge, and I'm a little tired."

Cristiano took this very seriously. If it weren't for Mendes' team's superb skills, his lounge would probably be surrounded by all kinds of weird people, "You can let them out. It's not difficult—" —Uh, would you like some water?"

Cristiano didn't know why he entertained guests here, and neither did his girlfriend. After all, normal people couldn't do this.

But something more "normal people can't do it" happened: Messi actually came in and sat down and said, is there any tea?

"No, can you die of thirst?" Cristiano asked politely.

Messi glanced at him and poured himself a glass of water.

For the next 10 minutes, Cristiano and Messi sat without saying a word, until finally Messi said: "I should go back, thank you for the water."

Cristiano didn't speak, just nodded silently and watched him leave.

He didn't know what Messi was thinking at the time, but those 10 minutes were the most relaxing 10 minutes he had ever experienced.He felt his heart, which was squeezed by responsibilities and pursuits every day, slowly unfolded, like a shell bathed in sunshine on the beach.

Cristiano likes to bask in the sun, and he likes to stay on the beach to tan himself. He often thinks that maybe he tans himself so that his heart can feel joy and warmth instead of stress and fatigue.

But instead of getting it on the beach, he got it in this room in Zurich.

- "What are you thinking? Forget about your ex-girlfriend for a moment and look up at the waiter, he's about to cry."

Cristiano's mind was still in another time and space, and the vibration of the mobile phone and the text message from Messi brought him back to reality.

"... Please let my ex-girlfriend go, she said she knew she was wrong and shouldn't have made you jealous just now." Cristiano couldn't help but satirize Messi's narrow-mindedness.

Then he looked up at the waiter with an unnatural expression, smiled dryly and quickly ordered food—fortunately, he can handle a little French, look at Messi, he and the waiter looked at each other with a broken expression, the last two Only a waiter who can speak Spanish can handle the order if the language is changed.

"Even if it's not French, it would be much better if you learn English." Cristiano continued to laugh at Messi, trying to divert the topic related to his ex-girlfriend.

"I'm just an ordinary Spanish speaker," Leo said. "Isn't it normal for people in the Spanish-speaking world not to know English?"

"It's because you can't learn it." Cristiano exposed the bloody facts, "Seriously, are you going to wait until you go to the ceremony in Zurich to not speak a word of English, and finally you can even hear your name pronounced by others? Are you willing to cry and admit that you are wrong when you don’t understand? It’s great, then the world’s media will notice this, and then write this as news and promote it for 20 years.”

"Do you know that there is a profession called translation in this world?" Messi replied unceremoniously.

Cristiano pouted, pretending that he didn't care about such things with the other party because of his generosity.

He looked around carefully, and after making sure no one was paying attention, he fiddled with the roses in the small vase on the table, and quietly placed the flowers in the direction facing Messi.

Leo looked at Ronaldo's rose, and after spending a little time figuring out what this move meant, he also placed his own rose in the direction of Ronaldo.

The waiter brought Cristiano a glass of lemon juice, and Cristiano smiled at him to express his gratitude. At the same time, he took out a small box from his coat pocket and put it in the On the narrow platform by the window, he quickly slid in the direction of Messi.

Leo immediately took the box over, and at the same time, while the waiter who brought him black tea set it up, he did the same thing, and slipped the things in his coat pocket to Cristiano.

——Like two bad students passing small notes under the table, there is both the fear of doing bad things and the luck of not being discovered.

They put the box on the table, looked at each other at the same time, and opened the box at the same time.

Then both of them laughed at the same time.

In the box in front of them was a new phone—a new phone with a particularly large storage capacity for text messages.

Paris is suitable for those who have lovers, Paris is the enchanting potion for lovers.

Paris is for people without lovers, Paris is their lover.

——Leo thinks this argument makes sense.