Such a great god, ordinary people really can't handle such a high-end topic like him.

Zhuoyang couldn't catch it either.

"Man, I'm really old and it scares me."

"Brother, you haven't reached 60 yet, right? How can this be considered old? Not old, not old."

Maradona stared at Zhuoyang seriously. "Don't fight with me, brother, you are a person who died once, Gao, that's why I came here to ask you."

Sure enough.

Zhuoyang was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to talk about it with anyone other than Kou Kou.

"Brother Ma, don't stop drinking."

Maradona let out a heavy sigh of "um-" from his nose. "Why am I getting old? Why am I getting old all of a sudden?"

Do you call it sudden? Where has all your time gone.

"Zhuoyang, what does it feel like to die?"

Zhuoyang said lightly: "I don't know, I don't remember."

"Brother Ma, you are the king of football, the idol admired by fans all over the world, including me. Do you know how many people envy you in your life? Why are you so... mournful?"

"Do you envy me?"

Zhuoyang: "..." Well, why do I envy you? Crazy!

"Still!" Maradona spread his hands: "I really want to know what life is and what death is."

"Brother Ma, the meanings of life and death are just for thinking, for self-thinking, without having to find their answers. Obsessed with finding answers, it will lose meaning."

"Brother Ma, Liu Huaqiang, a famous botanist in our country, once said: When you doubt whether a watermelon will be ripe or not, there is no point in splitting it."

Maradona pondered: "This Liu... must be a very outstanding scientist."

Zhuoyang tried his best to hold back his laughter, his face expressionless.

"There is also an architect named Xu Sanduo in our country. He said: To live well is to be meaningful, and to be meaningful is to live well."

"There is also an economist named Lai Luo, who said: People live to eat."

Maradona was confused. "Your country... has so many scientists."

"Yes, yes."

"Zhuoyang, I have always dreamed about my mother in the past year."

"I always dream about my mother."

"My mother has been dead for twenty years."

Zhuoyang: "...Sorry."

Maradona fell into memory. "When I was little, my mother was always on the street..."

"Brother Ma, don't stop drinking."

Zhuoyang was really embarrassed. He thought that his relationship with Lao Ma was far from being heart-to-heart. It was not suitable for the two of them to communicate on such intimate and heart-involving topics, and there was no need to talk about profound and heavy things. The topics that are suitable for each other are limited to football.

Zhuoyang has never been a confidant big sister, especially when facing a character like Lao Ma. And with his current status and realm, he doesn't need a reason to reject anyone.

Let's put it this way, Zhuoyang knew that the old horse had something on his mind, but he felt that he had no obligation to help him solve it.

I'm here for the Copa America, that's all.

Maradona is an old Jianghu. He received Zhuoyang's signal, so he stopped the topic and kept silent, just drinking one mouthful after another.

Time passed by, and the living room was very quiet, except for the swallowing sound of the two of them from time to time.

After a long time, Zhuoyang broke the silence.

"Brother Ma, let's talk about football. Next..."

"Football doesn't make any sense." Lao Ma interrupted him directly.

"You are the king of the ball."

"The king of the ball doesn't make any sense either."

"Then what makes sense?"

"Nothing makes sense! Life is a book of muddleheadedness, and muddleheadedness will end. Zhuoyang, if I were you, I wouldn't participate in the **** America's Cup."

"Why?"

Maradona waved his hand impatiently, then stopped talking again.

Oh, what does this mean, the America's Cup... doesn't make sense.

But it is very meaningful to me, because I like football, the national team, and the training of Spring Bud players. What a rare opportunity for the America's Cup. Why don't I participate in such an enthusiastic invitation?

"Hehe." Zhuoyang laughed dryly.

As a result, the room fell into silence again, with occasional 'gudong'.

It was a long time again.

After all, Maradona came here on a special trip, and he helped himself before, or called it enlightenment, and then just sitting around like this is not the way to treat guests. Zhuoyang still thinks there should be something to talk about.

"Brother Ma, I actually don't know the meaning of football. You see, I just think football is fun and I like it. As for why I like it? What is the meaning of playing it? There is no need to get entangled in these things. Whatever, Liking is everything, and that's enough."

"I like football, so I played football, and used it to support myself and my family. Combining work and hobbies, this is actually the happiest thing in the world. Brother Ma, I am like this, and so are you .”

"You say the Copa America is bullshit, it doesn't make sense, right or wrong. I just like football, so I came with my team. I'm Asian and I come to the Copa America, it's a funny thing It doesn't matter if it makes sense to him or not."

"During the World Cup last year, I just wanted to play well in every game. The Premier League, the Champions League, and the Asian Cup were all like this. At that time, I would not think about the current Copa America, I just think about what I have to do soon."

"This is called... living in the moment and living every day well. I think this is the meaning of life."

Maradona is obviously not satisfied with this answer.

"Brother Zhuoyang, when you reach my age, you will feel that football is nothing and not liked at all."

"But I haven't arrived yet! Brother Ma, what you said is wrong. There are many coaches who are older than you in football. For example, our Uruguayan coach Tavares, I think he still likes football. .”

"Tavares is an idiot," said the old horse.

This made Zhuo Yang so angry that his liver hurt, so he simply didn't say anything, and he wanted to do whatever he wanted.

The wind in Jingjing City is very strong today, and the leaves of the plane trees are blowing and flying around. Crowds of leaves searched for cracks in the street and crashed into the hotel building. But at the moment when he was about to pounce, he quickly bypassed the wall and continued to go to the distance.

"Zhuoyang, I came here today, thinking I could find the answer from you." Maradona said, "I'm very disappointed."

"Sorry, Brother UU Reading www.uukanshu.com."

Maradona stood up: "Oh, forget it, let's go."

"Brother Ma, don't worry, leave a piece for dinner."

The old horse waved back.

Maradona left, came inexplicably, left inexplicably, leaving behind a bunch of inexplicably made Zhuoyang a monk.

Today's Maradona is probably not a fake, right?

Think about how rude and domineering it was on the Great Barrier Reef thirteen years ago, and think about how Russia scolded Fang Qiu and being greasy a year ago, it is obvious that Zhuoyang has reason to doubt the fat old man who is extremely mourned today. is fake.

This was the last time Zhuoyang saw Diego Maradona.

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