Green Life

　　 The second of the six sufferings of life: I can’t ask, love parting.

　　 When everything is still far away, you will be full of longing, and when you are within reach but cannot be touched, you will lose your peace of mind.

You can’t let a person whose mental age is nearly forty thinks so simple. Since joining the first team and wearing Liverpool’s official uniform, after each game, Mark Qin feels more and more anxious, which is rare in the past. The emotion that appeared on him.

　　 Since he set foot on that piece of land, he has been very longing. This expectation is not longing but anxious. He anxiously wants to go to the court to fill his pale life.

　　 He is not a person in this world, he is alone, he needs something to prove his existence!

So he trains desperately on the court. When playing in the team, he does his best, not only offensive, but also defense. His physical fitness is not outstanding. If he maintains a normal mind, he is very talented in defense by predicting the position. It's a pity that he is not sober now, and he has to fight the old fritters of the first team.

In the team training as a substitute, he is often turned upside-down by the people that Gerrard and Alonso hit. It was not deliberate, but a natural movement. Gerrard is still a bit puzzled. This kid is a bit different lately, and even more fierce. But losing his agility, he somewhat exposed his shortcomings.

　　 Benitez shook his head on the sidelines, his body was still far behind.

　　 At the end of the training, Gerrard stopped Maqin, "Mark, we will go together later, I can take you back."

　　 Mark Qin was sweating profusely, froze for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

　　Wait for Mark Qin to take a shower, walk to the parking lot, and see Gerrard sitting in the car waiting for him.

　　 "Mark, I feel that you have been training hard in the last few days. You are still growing. Be careful not to get hurt." Gerrard said while driving.

　　 Mark Qin thought for a while, "Maybe you want to behave in front of the boss too much, thank you Steven"

　　 Gerrard smiled, "I was still playing in the youth league when you were your age. I never thought about the first team, so you don't need to be anxious."

　　 "I know, Steven", Mark Qin looked out the window and said, then he bulged, "But I can't control it at all!"

　　 "What did you say?" Gerrard asked again without hearing too much.

　　 Mark Qin shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just said I really want to play a real game."

　　 Gerrard frowned. He felt that Mark Qin was too impatient. "Mark, you'd better train with peace of mind and be patient with yourself. To be honest, the current Premier League confrontation is not something you can bear. It will be very easy to get injured."

　　 Mark Qin exhaled and said, "Thank you for your advice, Steven. I will consider it carefully. Maybe you are right. I should be patient!"

　　 "It's best if you can think so. Old Haiwei and the others are optimistic about you, don't let them down." After turning a corner, Gerrard stopped the car.

　　 "I will, thank you for sending me"

　　 "88", Gerrard rubbed Makqin's head and sent him out of the car and watched him into the house. Why does this kid occasionally give people a thoughtful feeling? He shook his hair and moved the car.

　　……

　　 Chen Zixuan has been admitted to the hospital recently, ready to give birth at any time. There is no one in the house these days, so Maqin skillfully walked to the kitchen and started to cook dinner.

　　 Aiming smelled a stale steak as soon as he entered the door! "Brother! Fuck!"

　　 "Ding 咣咣啷......"

　　 Aiming turned his head and went into the kitchen, and saw a few dark lumps in the underground, Maqin was cleaning the pot.

　　 It's weird. I thought my brother was not in the kitchen. How could it be messed up when he was there?

　　 Ai Ming looked suspiciously and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "It's okay, I didn't pay attention to the frying, you go eat some fruit first, I'll fry it in a while." Mark Qin didn't turn his head back and competed with the pot there.

　　Weird, Aiming curled his lips and went to the living room.

　　 After eating, Makqin did not accompany Ai Mingwo on the sofa to watch those soap operas as usual. He went back to his room early on the excuse of being tired.

　　 In the middle of the room between him and Aiming, there is a small attic up the ladder. It is very pleasant to sit up and open the window to watch the stars at night. When I first came, I often took Aiming up to play, but I rarely went there later.

　　 Today, Makqin wanted to be very quiet. His heart was messy, like a weed, and suddenly appeared. He desperately needs to reach the thing that makes him feel real. He can't wait for a moment!

　　 He knew this was abnormal, but he could not restrain it! Since coming to this world, he has always unnaturally suppressed his adult nature in the body of a child, and suppressed it somewhat twisted.

　　He needs to play a role in front of everyone, and slowly he forgot about it.

　　 But history will not disappear, it will only pop up from time to time like a mole.

　　 He only thinks that he who runs wantonly on the court is real, he has flesh and blood, he has breathing!

　　 I lighted a cigarette. This was the first cigarette he had smoked in his life. Maqin felt a little homesick, thinking about the unharmonious world, the dull and helpless life, where he is real!

　　 Here, although everything is well calculated by himself, there are relatives, mentors, careers, and friends, but Makqin occasionally dreams that this is a game, and he will give it to Mu Owo when he wakes up.

　　 Aiming stood on the ladder and looked at Maqin quietly, his eyes widened in disbelief!

　　 He has never seen his brother smoking, but it is obviously not the first time to see him smoking. He is very sad with a cigarette, and the girl’s heart is sensitive. She just knows, he is lonely!

　　Makqin recalled being so focused that he didn't notice the arrival of Aiming.

　　 A tear flicked across the corner of his eye, and Ai Ming suddenly covered her mouth. She wanted to cry for not knowing why, but he suddenly felt that his brother felt so bitter.

　　 Since she knew him, she has seen him constantly working and managing the run-down home of her and grandpa.

　　 She has never seen him go out to play with children of the same age since she knew him.

　　 She has always regarded him as her life support since she knew him.

　　 But he is only one year older than himself! I went to school smoothly, my brother went to the team, Peter said that the competition there is very fierce!

　　 Aiming felt that she had grown up suddenly, and she began to understand how much her brother had done for her over the years.

　　 She walked gently behind him, hugged him in her arms, and said softly: "Brother, Aiming is here, Aiming will never leave you."

　　 Just like that winter many years ago, "Aiming, brother is here, brother will always be with you!".

　　 Makeqin was not surprised. No one would come up here except the two of them. He looked out the window and asked, "Ming'er, why are you here?"

　　 She still hugged him tightly and whispered: "Brother, I think you have a heavy heart today, can you tell me, you still smoke!"

　　 "Oh, I haven't smoked it for many years, just this one!" The anesthesia of the cigarette made him a little drunk.

　　 "You haven't told me what happened before you met me, did you smoke a long time ago?"

　　 "It should be very early, I can't remember the early..."

　　 Aiming didn’t understand. He thought he had forgotten, so he continued to ask: "Brother, why are you unhappy?"

　　 Mark vomited a smoke ring frequently, "I'm a little homesick", and he felt relieved after speaking.

　　 A person who holds a secret for a long time will rot and deteriorate.

　　 "Homesick?", she took out the album pendant from her chest, which contained her grandfather and her parents. "Brother, do you want to go back to China and return to Beijing? I miss Grandpa too."

　　 Chen Zixuan took them back once in the past few years, cleaning the old house, and paying respects to Aiming's relatives.

　　 "No, miss where I came"

　　 "But... brother, didn't you say you can't remember where you came from"

　　 "Yes", he sighed, "I miss it because I can't remember it."

　　 Aiming couldn't help but choked up softly. She hugged her brother and rubbed his face with her head. She also missed home, but where is home?

　　 "Brother, I will never leave you~"

　　 "Silly girl, never leave?"

"will not leave!"

　　 "I won't leave even after getting married?"

"Do not"

　　 "What if I leave one day?"

　　 "Then I will get you back!"

　　 The stars at night are as quiet as water, and the two of them hugged each other, just like that winter many years ago.

　　 When the little girl grew up, she could prepare a small harbor for him.

　　 He felt that it was back that summer:

　　 "Huh? Can you stand up?"

　　 "Do I cook delicious food?"

　　 "Brother, they bullied me and said I had no father or mother..."

　　 "Brother, Grandpa is sick!"

　　 "Brother, don't you go to school?"

　　 "Brother, Wuling Mountain is so high~"

　　 "Brother...oh..., grandpa is gone..."

　　……

　　Before the official start of the season, the domestic world football finally edited the promotional video of Maekqin.

　　 Duan Xuan appeared in the show, like a bystander of an experience, telling the story of a child.

　　 "This is an ordinary alley in Gaoliang Hutong Xiejie. The one next to me is the place where Makqin lived before going abroad. No one lives anymore..."

　　 "Mother, do you remember Mark Qin?"

　　 "Of course I remember, what a poor pair of children, they went to work outside when they were in their teens, and his grandpa has been in poor health."

　　 "Yes, I also remember, it seems that my relatives took him to the UK, and the kid was very sensible at the time"

　　 "It seems that I came back once two years ago..."

　　 "Makqin came to the UK when he was 12 years old. This is Kirkeby, the youth academy in Liverpool. Makqin lived in this dormitory at the time..."

　　 "Mark was very special when he first came here. I mean the mind and the way of playing football. It makes people feel very angry when he comes on the court. Peter was looking for me..." Parry accepted an interview.

　　 "Hello, Chinese fan friends, I am Marko. I strongly signed Mark at that time. He has incomparable talent. In the future, he will surely be able to create a piece of sky at Anfield~"

　　 "Mark? I remember ~www.readwn.com~ He played very well and was a very good teammate, but he didn't have much time here. Later, he jumped to the first team. He was really lucky."

　　 "Makqin was the head coach of u16, Aslit, in charge of training at the time. I heard that in order to correct his playing habits, Aslit allowed him to insist on nearly two years of boring basic training..."

　　 "Yes, Mark has some basics, but his movements are not standardized. If he is not corrected in time, it will be difficult to change his habits. He is the calmest and most talented brain I have ever seen on the court, Mark, come on~"

　　 "Mark Qin stayed here for 3 years, training hard every day, until he went to Melwood..."

　　 "This is his and Aunt Aiming's home. When we came, because his aunt was pregnant, we didn't accept our interview..."

　　 "This is Maqin's bedroom. He is following the footsteps of Pirlo, a football predecessor, looking for his football dream!"

　　 "Liverpool is England's traditional giants. They have reached the Champions League semi-finals in recent years, and under the leadership of Benitez have begun a great revival..."

　　 "Hello Mr. Benitez, can you talk to us about Mark?"

　　 "He is a promising young man. The locals here call him Little Gerrard. Of course he is still very young. As long as he keeps working hard and improves, he will succeed sooner or later..."

　　 "Makqin was successfully transferred to the first team's 25-man roster when our program was broadcast. This all indicates that the club values ​​him~"

　　 "Although he has just turned 16 years old, he has a bright future. Let us bless him..."

　　Anfield in the distance stands quietly in the north, Maqin walks this road every day, chasing his dreams...