Fox in the Penalty Area

The football just lay quietly in the grass, and the surface was still shining because of the dew on the grass.

Hu Lai stretched out his hands carefully to hold the football, as if holding a fragile gem.

He also needs to confirm again whether this football is his football.

He turned the football over, and near the valve core, there was an English word written in black oil-based pen: "WHO".

But here it does not mean "who", but takes the homophony of Hu Lai's own surname.

The pronunciation of Hu and "WHO" is similar.

Hu Lai used this euphemistic way to express that this is his own football.

Why not just write "HU"?

Because Hu Lai didn't think it was interesting enough - he thought of a trick in his mind:

"Is this football 'WHO'?"

"This football is bullshit."

"Yeah, I'm just asking if this football belongs to 'WHO'?"

"That's right, this football is bullshit!"

It's actually a bit cold...but Hu Lai doesn't care.

Seeing this word, Hu Lai can now fully confirm that the football belongs to him, because no one else will come up with such a cold joke as neuroticly as him, and then write it on the football.

There are hundreds of millions of footballs in the world, but this football belonging to Hu Lai is the only one, and there is no semicolon.

Hu Lai stood where he was, looking down at the football he was holding in his hand.

There seemed to be an answer to the question that had been puzzling him today.

Is this still the world I know?

It seemed that many things related to football were different. The stars he was familiar with disappeared, the club disappeared, and they were replaced by some names and people that he was completely unfamiliar with.

So isn't this world the one he's familiar with?

But in school, his classmates are still those people, with the same name and the same attitude towards him—Luo Kai never looks at him directly, his younger brother Li Zhiqun mocks him, Fatty Song cheated himself but in the end I gave myself ten yuan as compensation...

They look the same as they did yesterday, and they are no different from the previous ones—although the fat man is sometimes quite deceitful, he is his best friend. After all, in Fatty Song's heart, his tablemate is also quite deceitful... …

Everything around him is familiar to him, including this deserted square where few people usually come, including the football in his hand.

Those stars are different, professional football clubs are different, but they are far away from me, can they affect my life?

Hu Lai thought about it seriously.

cannot.

So is this world alien?

no.

Since the people around me have not changed, and there is no difference to me, then what is the difference in this world to me?

Hu Lai wanted to understand this question, whether it was him or the world, it was meaningless to him.

He looked at the football in his hands and realized that the most important thing now was that half an hour late to go home was probably only half left.

His special training today hasn't started yet!

He threw the football to the ground and kicked it towards the high platform directly opposite.

If you look closely, you will find a thin white line on the blue-black stone wall, outlining a rectangular box the size of a goal.

That's his goal.

In this secret base of his own, he kicked the football towards the goal.

After a bang, the football hit the stone wall, but it didn't bounce back, but bounced to a very strange angle.

Hu Lai chased after it with all his strength, and stretched out his feet to try to stop the football, but the angle of the rebound this time was too weird, so even though Hu Lai had almost split,

He still didn't touch the football, but almost strained his thigh...

But Hu Lai was not upset. He got up from the ground, caught up with the football blocked by the grass, and kicked towards the "goal".

But this time, the football still didn't bounce back in the same direction.

Hu Lai could only run to the other side of the square to try to catch up with the football and stop it.

This time he was better than last time, at least he touched the football, although he just kicked the football towards the other side of the stone wall...

Boom!

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Boom.

A slender leg stepped on the wooden stairs, causing the stairs to make a muffled sound.

Boom.

Boom.

bang bang bang...

The girl with a cardboard box in her arms quickly ran up the stairs. With the sound of her footsteps, the handrails of the stairs were trembling, shaking off the dust that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time.

The afterglow of the setting sun came in from the window facing the stairs, and was divided into four pieces by the cross-shaped window frame, and the dust danced in the four orange beams of light.

The girl passed through the light and dust, her ponytail swaying left and right stirred the dust behind her into vortices one after another.

None of these dusts could touch the girl, as if they were not in the same world as the girl.

The girl put the box on the table and was about to turn around and run down when she heard a muffled sound echoing outside the window.

Boom!

She walked to the window curiously, and saw a young boy chasing a ball in the weedy wasteland downstairs.

He staggered to catch up with the football, stopped the football, and then kicked the football towards the opposite high platform and stone wall.

After a bang, the football bounced in the opposite direction to the boy, so the boy turned around and chased after the football.

After catching up with the football, shoot the ball towards the rock wall again.

The football was bouncing off the irregular wall, and the teenager was running around in the clearing, trying to catch it, but it looked like he was just chasing after it.

Looking at the boy's clumsy figure, the girl somehow thought of the dog holding the frisbee...

And once she thought this way, she couldn't restrain the thought, so in her eyes, the image of a boy chasing a football and a dog chasing a frisbee overlapped.

Then the corners of the girl's mouth curled up—she was amused by her own thoughts.

But immediately she realized that she thought that was disrespectful to the football boy below, so she quickly put on a straight face and put away her smile.

The boy off the field is trying to stop a flying football, but in the girl's view, this is very reluctant, and it is destined not to stop.

But the boy didn't want to give up, and kept chasing football tenaciously, like a dog whose attention was drawn to a Frisbee.

He struggled to reach the football in the air.

He played football.

He kicked the football against a wall that was close at hand.

Football hits the wall.

The football returned the same way and bounced straight back.

Football hits the boy's face!

Boom!

The stern-faced girl finally couldn't hold back this time, and burst out laughing.

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Hu Lai squatted on the ground, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, let out a low whimper, and tears came out from the pain.

He wiped away his tears and touched his nose again, only to find that there was no nosebleed, so he was relieved—it was not disfigured!

Then he stood up slowly, frowning and looking around at the windows on the high platform.

Just as he was baring his teeth in pain and gasping for air, he faintly heard laughter.

He remembered that no one lived in the surrounding houses...

As usual, those windows were all shut and there was nothing inside.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from the alley, stirring up the grass blades and dust in the open space, making Hu Lai feel a chill, and couldn't help shivering.

This reminded Hu Lai of one thing - it is said that the reason why no one came to this wasteland was because there were ghost legends, and a child saw a girl in red by the window. But these houses have indeed been unoccupied since a long time ago...

Hu Lai, who came back to look around, realized that the sky was much darker.

He looked up and saw that the setting sun had disappeared without knowing when, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

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Li Ziqiang carried a huge mountaineering bag, picked up two large boxes from the back of the van, turned around with difficulty, and shouted at the open door: "Qingqing, what are you doing? Why did you go up and see no one? "

"Come here!" The girl jumped out from the door, her red sleeveless T-shirt dangling, revealing her belly button.

The low-waisted shorts perfectly set off her long legs. If you look carefully, you will find that the girl's legs are different from the long legs of other girls. They are not slender. On the contrary, the thighs are a little thicker. These muscles, paired with wheat-colored skin, look toned and full of youthful vitality that cannot be concealed.

"Does it take so long to store something?" Li Ziqiang complained, then shook his head towards the trunk of the van: "Move quickly, it looks like it's going to rain today."

The girl leaned into the van, dragged out a woven bag, and said to Li Ziqiang, "I just watched the sunset from above, it's so beautiful."

"Sunset?" Li Ziqiang leaned back, barely raised his head, looked at the cloudy sky, and questioned.

"Just now, everyone said it was just now. Just now the sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, it's like a holy light, it's so beautiful!"

It was indeed sunny just now, Li Ziqiang smiled: "Then do you like this place?"

"I like it very much, Dad."

"It's fine if you like it. Next, the two of us may stay in this house for three years."

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When the girl moved her belongings upstairs again, she leaned over to the window and took a look, just in time to see the boy crouching down into the grass, only showing his buttocks dangling.

Well, now it's finally not like a dog holding a frisbee, but a dog crawling around in the grass...

The girl just stood by the window and watched with the corners of her lips curled up.

The boy worked in the grass for a while before exiting. After exiting, he carefully restored the grass to its original shape, and then he pushed the bicycle next to him and left.

Seeing the sneaky figure disappear from sight, the girl withdrew her gaze, staring at the clump of weeds where the boy was busy just now, lost in thought.

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