, the fox of the restricted area

The Madrid Pirates returned to Madrid that afternoon after the match against Real Huelva.

The next day, after a half-day of recovery training, Parrotti gave the team two days off.

Let the players who have been fighting for a season have a good rest and relax.

Then come back to prepare for the Copa del Rey final with Sarri and the Champions League final with the King of Madrid.

The two-day vacation is not long, and many players will choose to stay at home.

But there are also people who are naturally playful and take every opportunity they can to hang out.

For example, Ion asked Hulay if he wanted to go to Torres near Madrid.

Hu Lai declined Ion, not because he didn't want to hang out with Ion, but because he had business affairs:

His parents were flying from China to Madrid to visit them, and he had to pick them up.

On the second day of the holiday, he and Li Qingqing went to the airport to pick up his parents and Song Jiajia, who accompanied them.

"Oops, this house...Oops, it's so advanced! Oops, high-tech! Hey, what a big yard..."

From the moment she entered the door, her mother Xie Lan's exclamations continued.

When she saw the lawn in the yard, she finally showed another expression.

"Hey... It's a pity not to grow a la carte food in this yard!"

She sighed regretfully.

Hu Lixin complained beside him, "You want to order something good!"

"Isn't this good? Is it bad to grow vegetables? Green and pollution-free vegetables, you can rest assured that you can eat them. Plant what you want to eat!" Xie Lan retorted.

Hu Lixin had to admit defeat and surrender.

Xie Lan was still not satisfied. She looked at the lawn in the yard and said, "It's alright to grow some onions and coriander instead of vegetables, right?"

Hu Lixin was too lazy to pay attention to her, just pretended not to hear.

Song Jiajia followed behind the two of them with a smirk. He knew very well who was the most annoying person in the family.

It was Hu Lai who said, "Mom, we don't have the time to grow vegetables."

Xie Lan shook her head first and then nodded: "That's right. You two have the final say in your life."

Then she stopped commenting.

Just carrying the bag, across the yard, into the house.

When she entered the door, she couldn't help but exclaim:

"It's so big! It's so bright!"

"This house uses a lot of floor-to-ceiling windows, so the lighting is very good." Li Qingqing began to introduce her aunt.

Xie Lan nodded: "Compared to this, the villa we bought in Dongchuan is almost meaningless."

Hu Lixin was noncommittal: "The styles are different."

He is also taking a closer look at his son's home in Spain.

The furnishings in the house are modern and simple, and there are no superfluous decorations - after some football stars make money, they hope to catch up with the trend and collect all kinds of art like those celebrities.

Or they are keen to buy all kinds of luxury goods, and the packaging of luxury goods at home is piled up, showing the owner's financial resources.

But Hu Lai and Li Qingqing did not do this, they still maintained a very simple living habits. There are some basic necessary furnishings in the home, and there are no other messy things. There are no masterpieces by modern artists and no eccentric statues.

Except that it is bigger and brighter, it is no different from ordinary people's homes.

He turned his eyes again, looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the dining room, and saw the movable goal in the backyard and a few footballs scattered on the lawn.

Thinking of the media reports, he pointed to it and asked Hu Lai, "Do you usually practice here?"

Hu Lai and Li Qingqing replied, "Yes, Dad."

Hu Lixin nodded, then walked straight from the restaurant to the backyard.

Hu Lai quickly followed after seeing this.

Xie Lan walked upstairs with great interest, intending to take a deep tour, with Li Qingqing by her side.

Seeing that Song Jiajia had nothing to do with him, she simply lay down on the sofa in the living room and enjoyed a comfortable and relaxing time.

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Hu Lai and his father were standing alone on the lawn in the backyard. His father pulled the football beside his feet and twitched it twice.

The football is full of gas and rebounds powerfully.

Obviously it is not the kind of state that has been put for a long time and put into a breathless state. It should be used every day.

This shows that the son does often practice with Li Qingqing.

He was satisfied with it.

His son did not lose his motivation to continue fighting as he became famous. He still likes to play football, just like when he was young, even if his **** was swollen by himself, he would still continue to play football secretly after the injury...

Hu Lixin pumped the football into the small goal after smashing the ball twice.

Seeing this, Hu Lai flattered beside him: "Dad, you are really old! This shot is of a high standard!"

"Climb craw!" Hu Lixin waved to him again and again.

To be said by someone who has scored 60 goals in a league is not a compliment, but a humble person!

Then he looked at his son again, habitually trying to educate his son as a father.

But the mouth was open, but he didn't know what to say.

Yeah, what to say?

He is only the coach of a primary school football team, and the son standing in front of him is already one of the top stars on the planet.

Can he offer any advice?

After all, the person in front of him at this moment is no longer the "little kid" who didn't understand anything, or who he thought didn't understand anything.

He can no longer scold him, teach him, order him, mold him to his own will...

The road where I once hit my head and blood was considered a "dead road", and my son came to the present.

What he has achieved is unattainable, even unimaginable, in his entire life.

Does this mean that everything he did to his son was wrong?

He even had to be thankful that his son didn't listen to him back then, and fortunately his son and his mother teamed up to deceive him.

Otherwise, you will kill such a future yourself.

I am such a short-sighted, stupid, and incompetent father, how can I still put on the air of a "father" in front of my son?

Hu Lixin stood slightly hunched in front of his son. He was obviously taller than Hu Lai, but he looked a little small.

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"Hey, the view from this balcony is so good... Oops, why is Madrid so flat?"

After Xie Lan boarded the terrace on the third floor, he looked at the city of Madrid in front of him, and expressed such emotion.

Li Qingqing walked in from behind and said with a smile, "When we first came to Madrid, we had the same emotion."

Then the two saw Hu Lai and Hu Lixin in the courtyard.

The father and son were standing in the courtyard downstairs.

Xie Lan, who saw this scene, swallowed everything she wanted to say, and made a "shush" gesture to Li Qingqing, lowering her voice to remind Li Qingqing: "Don't disturb them..."

She even lowered her body reflexively, as if she was afraid of being seen by the people below.

Li Qingqing didn't understand the situation for a while, so she followed her aunt down and hid behind the balcony railing.

Then she asked in a low voice, "Mom, this is..."

"Hey...they have had a bad relationship since childhood, Qingqing, you know that?"

"Well. Hu Lai told me..."

"Yeah. But there is a reason for the incident. Now that his son is prosperous, Wang Xianke doesn't know where he died... But I always feel that they haven't really reconciled. Simply squat down against the railing and look down through the gap in the railing.

Li Qingqing was surprised: "But didn't Hu Lai thank his father at the awards ceremony, which means he doesn't care anymore?"

"Hey, that's him. He's heartless... I'm talking about Lao Hu." Xie Lan complained in a low voice, covering her mouth. "Now that Hu Lai is more and more promising, Lao Hu always feels that he owes him back then, and even feels that he harmed his son..."

"It's all over." Li Qingqing patted the back of Xie Lan's hand lightly.

"At Lao Hu's place, he felt that he couldn't make it through. In fact, I could feel it, he wanted to feel that he should apologize to his son for the past. But you also know, a man... no matter how much he thinks in his heart, he won't say anything. It came out. An awkward one is going to die, and his face is more important than his life..."

Listening to her aunt complaining about her husband, Li Qingqing said: "Actually, there is no need to apologize. Hu Lai doesn't need his father to apologize to him. He even told me that he has to thank his father. If He lives in a family where the father is kind and the son is filial. He may not become who he is today, and he will not achieve today's achievements. I think he is right, everything that everyone experiences has shaped who he is today. As long as If you are doing well today, don’t worry too much about what happened in the past. You have to look ahead and move forward.”

Xie Lan grabbed Li Qingqing's hand and said with relief, "It's a blessing for Hu Lai to meet you in the eighteenth generation of our Xie family ancestors!"

Li Qingqing was a little embarrassed to be praised by her aunt and Hu Lai in the same special way.

Xie Lan sighed again: "Lao Hu is now the head coach of their school's varsity team. He has several coaches who play football with more than 100 babies. He is simply the 'King of Children'. Dare to think, he will mingle with the children... Although he never told me, I can somewhat guess that he just wants to make up for the regret for his son before. After all, he has never played with his son before. ball……"

While talking, Xie Lan glanced down through the gap in the railings, only to see the two people in the courtyard downstairs without speaking, just standing face to face.

Seeing that she was in a hurry: "What are you doing? Two wooden stakes!"

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Hu Lixin recovered from the indescribably complicated emotions, then waved his hand: "Go back."

Saying that, he turned around to go into the house.

This scene made the wife on the terrace frown anxiously.

But at this moment, Hu Lai behind him suddenly said, "Dad, can you play football with me?"

Sheila held her breath.

Li Qingqing was keenly aware of her aunt's nervousness, so she stretched out her hand and gently took her aunt's arm.

Hu Lixin stopped and looked back at his son in surprise.

He was smiling at himself.

He was no stranger to that smile. When he used to stare at him with a straight face, he smiled at himself with a flattering expression like this, smiling cautiously.

Seeing such a smile, Hu Lixin realized that his face had unknowingly turned up again.

So he pursed his lips and tried to squeeze a smile on his face:

"it is good."

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Xie Lan called softly: "Qingqing..."

"I'm here, Mom."

"Help me...help me up..." Xie Lan grinned, "My feet, feet are numb..."

"Okay! Ha..." Li Qingqing laughs ~lightnovelpub.net~ and slowly pulls Xie Lan up from the ground.

"Ouch, ouch..." Xie Lan complained about the two men in the yard while beating her legs. "Mumuo Haw for so long, she's more feminine than us women, not at all!"

Li Qingqing looked at her lovely aunt and couldn't stop laughing.

Xie Lan didn't mind being laughed at by Li Qingqing, she said, "Come on, you show me to continue to visit your mansion."

"it is good."

"You walk slowly, my feet are still numb..."

"Okay." Li Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, holding her future mother-in-law in her hand, and slowly paced out of the terrace.

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The sunlight came in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on Song Jiajia's face.

Along with the sun came the thumping of soccer **** in the yard.

Aunt's exclamation and laughter came from upstairs.

Song Jiajia turned over in the sun, smiled and slept soundly.

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Note 1: 跍, sound gu, means "squatting" in dialect.

ps, the title is taken from Li Zongsheng's "Newly Written Old Song", this chapter is also written by listening to this song repeatedly. At first, I wrote another version, and I didn't finish it until 4:30 in the morning. But it still felt wrong, so when I checked the typo the next day, I simply overturned it and rewritten it again, so the more than 3,000 words actually took two days to write.

Li Zongsheng's song is about being a son, and he began to reflect on his relationship with his father when he was getting old.

In this chapter, Hu Lixin began to reflect on his relationship with his son when he was getting old.

In fact, there is no difference, father and son, in the end, are the same destination.

It was not until this chapter that the father-son relationship between Hu Lixin and Hu Lai in the book was really completely straightened out.

All the grudges, regrets and shame were dissipated in the sentence "Dad, play football with me".