Green Life

The second of the six sufferings in life: not getting what you want, leaving love.

When everything is still far away, you will be full of longing, and when you are within reach but untouchable, you will lose your sense of normalcy.

You can't let a person who is almost forty years old think so innocently. Ever since he arrived in the first team and put on the official Liverpool uniform, Mark Qin felt more and more anxious after each game, which was rarely the case before. Emotions that came to him.

Ever since he set foot on that land, he has longed for it. This kind of expectation is not longing but anxiety. He anxiously wants to go to the court to fill his pale life.

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

So he trained desperately on the court, and tried his best when playing in the team, not only attacking, but also defending. His physical fitness is not outstanding. If he maintains a normal heart, he is very talented in defense by predicting the position. It's a pity that his head is not clear now, and he has to fight with the old fritters of the first team.

As a substitute in team training, he is often turned over by Gerrard and Alonso. It's not intentional, but a natural action. Gerrard is still a little puzzled. This kid is a little different recently, more aggressive. But he lost his agility and exposed his shortcomings a little bit.

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

At the end of the training, Gerrard stopped Mark Qin, "Mark, let's go together later, I can take you back."

Ma Keqin was sweating profusely, froze for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

After Mark took a shower, he walked to the parking lot and saw Gerald sitting in the car waiting for him.

"Mark, I feel that you have been training very hard in recent days. You are still growing, so be careful not to get injured." Gerrard said while driving.

Ma Keqin thought for a while, "Maybe I want to show up in front of the boss too much, thank you Steven"

Gerrard smiled, "When I was your age, I was still playing in the youth league. I didn't think about the first team at all, so there is no need for you to be anxious."

"I know, Steven," Mark Qin said looking out the window, and then puffed up: "But I can't control it at all!"

"What did you say?" Gerald asked again, unable to hear clearly.

Mark Qin shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just said that 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 confrontation in the Premier League is not something you can bear, and you will be very easy to get injured."

Mark Qin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for your advice Steven, I will think about it carefully, maybe you are right, I should be patient!"

"It's best for you to think like this, Old Haiwei and the others are optimistic about you, don't let them down." After turning a corner, Gerald stopped the car.

"I will, thank you for sending me"

"88", Gerald rubbed Mark Qin's hair, sent him out of the car, and watched him enter the house. Why does this child occasionally give people a feeling of preoccupation? He shook his head and started the car.

...

Recently, Chen Zixuan has been admitted to the hospital and is ready to give birth at any time. There is no one at home for the past few days, so Ma Keqin walked to the kitchen skillfully and started making dinner.

As soon as Ai Ming walked in, he could smell the smell of mushy steak! "Brother! It's a mess!"

"Ding bang bang..."

Ai Ming turned his head and went into the kitchen, and saw a few pitch-black clumps on the ground, and Mark Qin was cleaning the pot.

It's weird, I thought my brother wasn't in the kitchen, how could it be confusing when he was clearly there?

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

"It's nothing, 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, and was fighting with the pot there.

strange,

Ai Ming pouted, and went to the living room.

After dinner, Ma Keqin didn't watch those soap operas with Ai Ming on the sofa as usual, and returned to his room early on the excuse of being tired.

There is a small loft between him and Aiming's room, which is up a ladder. It is very comfortable to sit on it at night and open the window to watch the stars. When I first came here, I often took Aiming there to play, but I seldom went there afterwards.

Today Ma Keqin especially wanted to be quiet, his heart was very chaotic, like a weed, suddenly popped up, he urgently needed to reach the thing that made him feel real, and he couldn't wait for a moment!

He knew it was abnormal, but he couldn't help it! Since he came to this world, he has been unnaturally suppressing his adult nature in the body of a child, and the suppression is somewhat distorted.

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

But history doesn't disappear, it just pops up like a mole from time to time.

He only thinks that he is real when he is running wantonly on the court, that he has flesh and blood and breath!

After lighting a cigarette, which was the first cigarette he smoked in his life, Ma Keqin felt a little homesick, thinking of the not-so-harmonious world, the plain and helpless life, where he really existed!

Here, although I have calculated everything well, I have relatives, mentors, careers, and friends, but Ma Keqin occasionally dreams that this is a game, and he will give it to Muowo when he wakes up.

Ai Ming stood on the ladder and looked at Ma Keqin quietly, his eyes widened in disbelief!

He has never seen his brother smoke, but it is obviously not the first time he has seen him smoking. He looks very bleak with a cigarette in his hand. A girl's heart is sensitive, she just knows that he is lonely!

Mark Qin was so focused on his memories that he didn't notice Amin's arrival.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and Ai Ming covered her mouth all of a sudden. She wanted to cry so much, but he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that his brother was suffering.

Ever since she knew him, she had seen him working non-stop, taking care of her and grandpa's dilapidated home.

Since she knew him, she had never seen him go out to play with children of the same age.

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

But he is only one year older than himself! I am going to school smoothly, and my brother has joined the team. Peter said that the competition there is very fierce!

Ai Ming felt that she had grown up all of a sudden, and she began to understand how much her brother had paid for her over the years.

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

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

Ma Keqin was not surprised. No one would come up here except the two of them. He looked out the window and asked, "Minger, why did you come up?"

She still hugged him tightly, and whispered: "Brother, I think you have a lot of things on your mind today, can you tell me, you still smoke!"

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

"You haven't told me before you met me, did you smoke early?"

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

Ai Ming didn't understand. He thought he had forgotten, so he continued to ask, "Brother, why are you unhappy?"

Ma Keqin blew out a smoke ring, "I'm a little homesick." After speaking, he felt relieved for a while.

A person's secrets will rot if they are held in for a long time.

"Homesick?" She took out a photo album pendant from her chest, which contained her grandpa and her parents, "Brother, do you want to go back to China and Beijing? I miss grandpa too."

In the past few years, Chen Zixuan took them back once, cleaned the old house, and paid homage to Ai Ming's relatives.

"No, I miss where I came from"

"But... Brother, didn't you say that you don't remember where you came from?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "It's because I can't remember whether to go back or not, so I really miss it."

Ai Ming couldn't help sobbing 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~"

"Stupid girl, have you never left?"

"will not leave!"

"You don't leave even after getting married?"

"Do not"

"What if one day I leave?"

"Then I'll get you back!"

The stars at night were as quiet as water, and the two of them just cuddled together, just like that winter many years ago.

When the little girl grows up, she can also prepare a small harbor for him.

He felt back to that summer again:

"Eh? Can you stand up?"

"Is my cooking delicious?"

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

"Brother, grandpa is sick!"

"Brother, don't you go to school?"

"Brother, Wuling Mountain is so high~"

"Brother... woo..., grandpa is gone..."

...

Before the official start of the season, the domestic football world finally edited Mark Qin's promotional video.

Duan Xuan appeared in the program, like a bystander of an experience, narrating a child's story.

"This is an ordinary alley in Gaoliang Hutong Xiejie. The house next to me is where Ma Keqin lived before going abroad, and no one lives there now..."

"Auntie, do you remember Mark Qin?"

"Of course I remember, such a poor pair of children, they went out to work when they were in their teens, and their grandfather has always been in poor health."

"Yes, I also remember, it seems that he was taken to England by relatives, the child was very sensible at that time"

"I seem to have come back once in the past two years..."

"Mark Qin came to the UK at the age of 12. This is Kirkby, Liverpool's youth training academy. Mark Qin lived in this dormitory at that time..."

"Mark was very special when he first came here. I mean the mind and the way he played football. He gave people a very energetic feeling as soon as he came on the court. It was Peter who asked me...", Parry accepted the interview.

"Hello, fans and friends in China. I am Marko. I strongly advocated signing Mark at that time. He has unparalleled talent. He will definitely be able to play a sky at Anfield in the future~"

"Mark? As I remember, he played well and was a good teammate, but he didn't have a lot of time here and then jumped to the first team. What a lucky guy."

"Mark Qin was the head coach of U16, Aslit, who was in charge of training. I heard that in order to correct his playing habits, Aslit made him insist on nearly two years of boring basic training..."

"Yes, Mark has some basics, but his movements are not standardized. If you don't correct it in time, it will be difficult to change the habit. 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, his aunt was pregnant, so he didn't accept our interview..."

"This is Mark Qin's bedroom. He is following the footprints of the football predecessor Pirlo, looking for his football dream!"

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

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

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

"When our program was broadcast, Ma Keqin had been successfully transferred to the 25-man roster of the first team. This all indicates that the club values ​​him~"

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

Anfield in the distance stands quietly in the north. Ma Keqin walks this road every day, chasing his dream...