When I was seventeen years old, I shouted "Come on Shen Xiaoyang" from the sidelines. He turned back to me and injured his left knee.
I didn't see anything – I turned around and went to buy him yogurt.
Later, my father became seriously ill, and someone forced me to leave because of his future. I stood downstairs of his house dragging my suitcase for forty minutes. In the end, I only sent an email: "I'm leaving, don't look for me."
See you again six years later. He is standing in the press conference room of Camp Nou, with the European Golden Boy trophy next to him and the flashlights in the audience facing him alone.
I asked him the first question as a team reporter for "Daily Sports News". He said in front of everyone——
"The person you misjudged six years ago will not be able to misjudge him six years later."
But I later discovered that there was a crooked kitten sticker I drew on his medical record folder that I drew in the third grade of junior high school. Posted for six full years...
