My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 53 The fiery early winter ([-])

Chen Yao and Meng Qinghe were both stunned, and then their hands slowly separated.

Meng Qinghe stuck out his tongue, pretending not to care and said, "Mr. Coach, do you want to go somewhere?"

Chen Yao also pretended to pay attention to the fans in the distance: "Okay."

The two slowly left the stadium with the crowd. Not far behind them, a pair of fans were also walking among the bustling crowd.

Arthur stood on tiptoe and muttered suspiciously: "Did I hallucinate? I seem to see Coach Chen."

"I...I seemed to see Mariana." Donna added guiltily.

Arthur and Donna looked at each other with secretive expressions.

"I'd better pretend I didn't see it."

"Me too."

……

Meng Qinghe and Chen Yao walked a certain distance, and there were fewer people on the road.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Yaoxian said, "Miss Meng, thank you very much for coming to my game today."

"Shouldn't it?" Meng Qinghe lowered his head and smiled, "We have an agreement."

"Thank you... If I know you're in the stands, I'll feel a lot more at ease."

"It seems that I have brought you good luck too."

"Miss Meng..."

"No." Meng Qinghe brushed his hair and said softly, "Call me Qinghe. No one has called me that for a long time."

There was a trace of sadness in her eyes, "My parents gave me this name, which is a quote from an ancient poem, 'Full boats are full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy'."

"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams to press the galaxy." Chen Yao said, "But the first sentence of it is 'one night Xiangjun has more white hair'."

"Yes." Meng Qinghe smiled bitterly, "It looks romantic, but it has a core of confusion and sadness. I am the same way."

"When I graduated from junior high school, my parents asked me to study in the International Department. From then on, all they expected of me was to come abroad." Meng Qinghe tilted his head and said, "You know, at that time... they I think outside is the best.”

"I have been studying very hard. My family background does not support my wanton squandering. All the ideas my parents instilled in me are to challenge myself, surpass others, and gain a foothold in the outside world."

"I don't know if this is right, and I don't like this kind of life. But I only know that I shouldn't make them sad. Every time I see gray hair on my parents' temples, I can only tell myself , try harder..."

"Finally, I made it to London. When my parents sent me off to the plane, they smiled happily, but I just wanted to cry. They felt that their education for me had come to a successful end, but I couldn't be happy."

"I always want to tell them that I don't have so many ideas. I just want to stay with them and take care of them safely. But that's not what they want. I have been trying to be what they want me to be, and they Don’t hesitate to make sacrifices for it.”

"After so many years... I get to see them very few times. Every time I see them, they get older. I never let up in England to make them believe that what they do is rewarding. , I kept running, running desperately, even though I didn't even know what my path was."

"You see, this is who I am. It's the same at work. I always want to do everything well. I work overtime, I stay up late, and I force others to work like a hedgehog. No one likes me like this. No one likes me. People want to get close to me, but I don’t like me either.”

Having said that, Meng Qinghe's eyes dimmed, the coffee in her hand was already cold, and the breath she exhaled drew white clouds in the air.

"Turning yourself to death, exhausting others..." Chen Yao muttered quietly.

"What did you say?"

"No... nothing."

Meng Qinghe threw the coffee cup into the trash can and shrugged: "So, this is me, a boring and cruel person. I want to thank Donna, she is willing to accept me."

"Meng...Qinghe, I don't like preaching, but life shouldn't be like this." Chen Yao said.

"Yes." Meng Qinghe smiled, "So, I came to watch the game."

"After all these years in England, haven't you seen it before?"

"Because Donna didn't like it... until she was seduced by that uncle to watch the game."

She was talking about Arthur, Chen Yao thought to himself.

"At first I really had trouble understanding this sport. When I was young, there was a football field not far from my house. Every time after the league ended, there were uncles who scolded each other in various dialects on the road. My father didn't like this sport either. He thought the sport was vulgar and told me to stay away from it."

"But in the UK, everyone loves football, right?" Chen Yao said, "And British football was first loved by the aristocrats. Later, it was accepted by the middle class and the proletariat, and it really gained vitality and became the people's favorite. sports."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Chen Yao smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean to preach..."

"It doesn't matter." Meng Qinghe said, "I also think that my father was wrong. There is no distinction between people, but it is difficult to do in real life. But football belongs to everyone. Regardless of class or origin, Regardless of race, football can bring equal happiness to everyone."

"And Arsenal is the people's club. We should never be out of touch with the fans." Chen Yao said.

"?"

Meng Qinghe glanced at Chen Yao.

"Mr. Coach, are we having a club development strategy seminar?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry..."

"It doesn't matter. It would be great if we could actually discuss the future of the club together."

"Ah...is it..."

"Oops." Meng Qinghe looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's already so late..."

She looked at Chen Yao and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Coach, for chatting with me so much."

"Well." She frowned and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I'm about to enter the busy season, so I won't be able to come to the games often."

"Even if I'm not on the court, you still have to win." Meng Qinghe moved his face closer and said.

The air she exhaled brushed Chen Yao's face, and his breathing became heavier.

"Okay, I'll take a car back." Meng Qinghe moved his face away and stopped a car. He turned around and smiled, "Come on."

"Hmm...be careful, Qinghe..."

The taillights of taxis disappear into the early winter night.

Thick darkness flooded the road again, and the winter wind from London blew by, bringing up some sand and hitting the ground.

The weather was a bit cold, but Chen Yao unbuttoned his clothes.

He didn't feel cold, he even felt a little hot.

The singing of the fans could be faintly heard from a distance, the voice was high-pitched and full of enthusiasm, they must also think that this is a fiery early winter.

　I'm afraid it will be poisonous, so let me explain it with great sincerity...

　　This book is a competitive novel, and I won’t write about vulgar romance in long paragraphs. If I want to write this, I might as well write an urban romance...

　　There is no love line, no female protagonist, only female supporting characters, and their main function is for plot needs. In addition, I just need to take a break when I get tired of writing about competitions...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)