After a beautiful family meal was full, the birch was also a little embarrassed to say, “Can you help me brush the bowl?”

“...”

"I want to enjoy it once, to be loved."

“Ha!”

After a laugh, Jossong got up and took the dishes and went into the kitchen.There was no need for birch to say, knowing that she was tired one day, and of course Josson agreed to her request.

After washing, Josson went into the bedroom to bring a blanket and covered it on the birch.At this time, the weather was cold, and the birch was always afraid of cold.

“Watch the TV with me.”

“All right.”

Sitting next to the birch, Josson turned on the TV with the remote control.To be honest, the TV show doesn’t really watch anything.The so-called TV is more of an atmosphere rendering.

But the birch reminded me, "Today is Saturday."

"Oh!Do you want to watch a variety show?I remember you didn't like to watch."

"Give me the remote control."

“Hmm.”

Bai Hua took the remote control and opened the CCTV-5 channel.It’s playing a Super League football game.Every weekend is a football game.

"I heard that men who love football, will fantasize about their female ... friends of the opposite sex, accompanied by the game."

“Haha!”

“How about you to complete a fantasy?”

“No need to.”

Bai Hua said very right, but Josson had these ideas.Don't say, since childhood, there has been no woman with him to watch the game.

“Tell me about the players in it.When I look at the provincial meeting, you laugh at me."

“Aung.”

“Is it troublesome?”

"No, I don't know the players here."

Josun's answer made the birch very unexpected.With Josson's frenzy about football, this should not be!

"With the injection of a large amount of money in China and the middle level is also good, don't you ever look at it?"

“It’s not busy!”

"Oh!“Liverpool football team, how is Salah now?”There was no sign of it, and the birch suddenly asked the question.

"Salih nicknamed the Premier League Messi, but his technical characteristics are tougher."Following the birch, Josun subconsciously replied.

After that, Bai Hua understood why Josson did not go to the Chinese Super League.Because he had tried in the Chinese Super League team, originally with his talent...

There was no turning off the TV and nothing extra great.Saying more is meaningless.

He set off the blanket and covered it on Josson.I’ve been with Josh tonight.

After watching the Chinese Super League, and then at ten o'clock, continue to watch the sports channel.It’s good that the TV is now broadcasting the Premier League as well.And the game against Liverpool vs Manchester United, Premier League double red.

“I bought your Liverpool scarf, where is it?”

“We rented a house.”

"I'm Anfield, watching Liverpool and Manchester United, buying you a scarf."

“Can you tell me how it feels?”

"You'll Neverwalk Alone"

Biao said so, Josson does not understand English, but Bing believes that he knows the meaning of this sentence.It’s called the Liverpool team song, “You’ll Never Be Alone.”

And this will be on the TV, with the whistle of the referee, the game began.As always, more than 50,000 fans at Anfield Stadium, Qi Qi is singing the song "You'll Never Walk Alone."

Josson has fantasized countless times that if he can step on that grass, he will face 50,000 fanatical fans.

“Ha!”Josson, who laughed unconsciously, then began to say the lyrics of this team's song:

“When you get through a storm.

You will never be alone.

Keep your head up and don’t be afraid of the dark.

...

Keep going, keep going,

With hope in your heart.

You will never be alone.”

"White birch, you'll never be alone."

Give this song to the birch and give it to yourself.At this time, the birch also leaned on Joe's shoulder.

One night they covered a blanket, but the two never had any contact.But at this moment, the birch really can't control the mood.

After that, she did not say yes, so she accompanied Josson and looked at his favorite team.Also finally in the sixty-five minutes of the second half, Salah, who took the ball on the left side of the opponent's penalty area, after a beautiful cut, threw a blast.

Ball, call into the net.The birch smiled, but did not wait for Josson to roar excitedly.He just got up and opened his arms like Salah at Anfield.

At this moment, Josson is the only owner of the Anfield Stadium.Birrus is him, the only fan.

In their fantasies, they experience happiness.

...

"Birch, I'll be on the lawn at Anfield."

“What about me?”

"You'll enjoy it with me, cheering 50,000 fans."

“Come on, big star.”

Seventeen-year-old Josong, 17-year-old birch, that year they spent the rainy season.

...

The game is over, the dream is gone.It was early in the morning and they should have gone to sleep.

“Good night, birch.”

"Good night, Josh."

After goodnight each other, they each entered their bedroom.At night, they sleep with a smile.

When they woke up the next day, the two of them slept very well.In the past month, the two have been really tired, so relax for a day.

Wake up, after washing, gently knock on the birch bedroom door.The answer came quickly: “Come in.”

Joeson, who pushed the door in, saw the birch wearing last night's lattice pyjamas and was finishing the long hair on the dresser.He also sent the wooden comb in his hand in time.

"I don't understand why Tozu Su gave me the comb again."Chen Jing returned the wooden comb to herself because she did not want to repeat what she had in common with birch.White, why?

“The wood is beautiful, isn’t it?”

"Well, Yanbei's work."

“You can answer me first, why give it to me again?”

"Because the owner of the wooden comb should be a beautiful woman."

The wise birch is also judged from the words of Josson.He must have given her a quiet wooden comb again.

So, tell him the answer: "That day, Chen Jing said, because my wooden combing her... Josson, will you blame me?" 」

“No.”

"Give the comb to you again, I just feel more fair to Chen Jing."

“Why do you think so?”

“Can I not answer that question?”

“Hmm.”

Since the birch did not want to say, Josson did not ask.Some secrets between them are acceptable.

The idea of birch is actually very simple.She didn’t want to forget the past, but she wanted to start a new one.

“Joss, help me with my hair.”

“Hmm.”

Taking the comb from the birch again, Jossong stood behind her, gently streking over the waterfall-like long hair.

Classical beauty, with this waist-high black hair.Looking at the birch in the mirror, the beauty is intoxicating.

And the birch looked at Josson in the mirror, and he was still that face.The increase of white hair and the beard left.

"Josson, you're really a melancholy man."