[Football] Darling, Don't Walk Into That Good Night

[I like Demi and the characters in this book, so I wrote a short story about it. I don't often make mistakes in Jinjiang. Sorry. I wish you happy writing, it's so awesome! Seeing that it was Atletico Demi, he immediately sat up] Ilya sometimes asked him if he liked it here. Demi rarely answers directly at this time, sometimes nodding silently, sometimes saying vaguely, he has never said in a positive tone that he likes Madrid, just like he has never said in a firm tone that he likes Ilya to express his attitude. Ilya felt that Demi was like the stars in the sky. They hung silently in the brilliance of the Milky Way. They did not need to speak or perform deliberately, they only needed to twinkle. For them, just be themselves, and leave the right to discover and like to others. Fortunately, there is a star that belongs to Ilya now. He does not need to spend money to name the star and declare his sovereignty. He only needs to wait for one night, and the star will quietly sit next to him and say, "Ilya, come with me." Elijah, come with me. Elijah, come with me. Ilya will definitely follow without hesitation. He will turn into a spaceship, or conjure up angel wings that only appear in the Bible. No matter what method is used, Ilya will live on that star. Falling in love with Albertini was easy, Ilya said that he had once pictured him in a dream, before he met Albertini. Demi laughed for a while and then asked him, we have never met, why do you think I am the lover of your dreams. Ilya did not speak. He slowly looked into his lover's eyes. The Italian was no longer young, but in his eyes, Albertini was like porcelain with patterns engraved on it. Only with lines is he beautiful, with curves is he beautiful. He is the art itself. Ilya is a painter and artist. He has done many paintings, sketching heads, sketching colors, landscapes, etc. He was least good at drawing people. His teacher once told him that people themselves are works of art. They can make various curves and express their strong emotions with their bodies, which are vivid and concrete. Therefore, when drawing people, you must have emotions. He didn't understand at the time. He was only in his teens, but his teacher had already begun to teach him to draw from another perspective. He had met Demi before, before Demi met him. This was not an empty flirtation, it was in his dream. He had had such a dream. He was painting under the guidance of his teacher, but he almost completely rejected the work. It was a kind of pain, so he hoped that someone would come to rescue him. That person must have barged in suddenly, without any warning, and without any preparation for him to refuse or retain. In this way, he would have a sense of security that he was forced to embrace. When he ran away, he would fall in love with such a person. Also, that person must accept him. He likes drinking and smoking. He likes to go out to get drunk before he reaches adulthood. All the money given by his parents is spent by him like water. Except for tuition fees, everything else turns into water in the stomach and vomits on the ground mixed with other colorful things. Or rotten cigarette butts with sparks. If that person is willing to accept such an unbearable self, he will whisper that I will love you no matter what. When comforted, he will fall in love with such a person. Also, that person must have a will comparable to his own. He is gentle and tolerant, but he insists on his own opinion. He will force himself to rein in the cliff when the time is right. When the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, he will appear by his side in a small boat and tell him that turning back is the same as coming to the shore. Do you want to go back by yourself or continue with me? When he is silent, he will fall in love with such a person. He had had such a dream more than once, and that erratic feeling made him feel bad. He suspected that he was about to be sanctioned by nightmares when he was less than twenty years old, and would follow in the footsteps of his artist predecessors. He didn't want this. So he went drinking again until he met Albertini who almost lost his wallet and coat in the hotel. He originally didn't want to care about it. This kind of thing happens almost every day, but the seat he usually sits is next to the drunk and dead man. He first looked at the bartender, and then looked at the wine that the bartender had specially mixed for him. He cursed a few curse words in Spanish mixed with his hometown dialect, and then sat next to him. A shot of vodka without ice. The bartender smiled and said he was prepared. Is he dead? Ilya asked the bartender. Don't say that about Ilya, do you know who he is. The enthusiastic face of the bartender turned a little cunning at this time. He, he is. So Ilya was forced to listen to the bartender tell the story of Albertini's transformation from Italian midfield metronome to a wandering foreign loan player. This is really not a good ending. The bartender said this with some regret, but Ilya didn't care. He knew the man's identity and most of the information that could be found just by surfing the Internet. Somehow, he paid for Albertini. You have to take good care of him. After all, he is also a player of our Atletico Madrid this season. I like him very much. The bartender smiled broadly, and finally only took Ilya's money and watched them leave. Where are you taking me? The sticky Italian accent made Ilya think for a while before he figured out what he was asking. Elope with you. Elijah didn't hesitate, he just said whatever came to his mind and didn't care what others thought. Why don't you take me to your house. Why, because you are a stranger, why should I take you to my house. But I helped you out, paid for you, and left on your back. If I hadn't taken care of the face of your famous football star, I was afraid that tomorrow's newspaper would write that the Italian star came to Madrid and got drunk and no one cared about him, so he could only be alone and drunk on the roadside, which would hurt the friendship between Italy and Spain. It was only after he got home that he remembered that he had also drank, and drank a lot. When he carried Albertini to the sofa, he wanted to leave quickly, but then he thought that the Italian stretched out his hand and pulled him from the side. As expected of an athlete, he was so strong. When he pressed Albertini, he was still a little rational. It was not until he was kissed by Albertini that he realized that some things seemed to be beyond his control. Not here, go to the bathroom. The Italian, who was already drunk, broke into his home in a hurry, without giving him a chance to refuse, without any warning. Ilya was in a trance for a moment. He looked at the man he was pushing against in the bathroom. For the first time, he had the illusion that he was dreaming or in reality. It seemed that something was matching, something seemed to have changed, in a small bathroom, on a cool night. Albertini couldn't tell what happened that night, and neither could Ilya. He only remembered that they seemed to be sleeping together, rolling together, and hugging each other. Albertini woke up from it first, and the first thing he did when he woke up was apologize. Ilya said nothing, silently placing the property certificate he had prepared under the table while waiting for Albertini's answer. You are the girl of my dreams. Ilya did not explain too much to Albertini. He just said this sentence repeatedly around Demi until the sunset and until Albertini said he was leaving Madrid. It is often said that an athlete dies twice, when he loses his career and when his life ends. Albertini will always love the red and black and long to return to the San Siro where he has devoted all his efforts, so he will always be Milan's Albertini; and Ilya loves such Albertini deeply and is willing to follow him and leave anywhere, as long as your heart is like mine, so he voluntarily became Demi's Ilya Vasilyev. They confirmed themselves through their choices again and again. When they stood under the stars and discussed trying to fold 400,000 paper airplanes and throw them into the sky, they just tacitly asked each other what about you. This is so stupid, but of course I will follow you. Ilya asked him that day, do you like it here. Albertini didn't mince words this time, he said. What about you, do you like it? Ilya said, I like it because I met you here. Albertini looked him in the eyes and asked, "Will you come with me, go with me, go with me?" Elijah didn't hesitate, he said, OK.

Demi was born in 1971, and this guy was born in 1982. Oh my God, he is as old as Kaka.

Eat the old cow with quack quack young grass (bushi)

The story feels like it has come to an abrupt end. I want to see an extra episode where Paul and Billy know about this.

Demi is at her wits end, the Italian man meets the innocent guy

It's delicious. Will you consider writing a novel about Demi in the future? 🥺

The rare Demi text [spread flowers][spread flowers]ModoModo

Ahhhhhhh so delicious!

Is it over? 😭 Will there be a sequel? 🥺

So delicious 😍😍😍 Can the young couple be together forever... Demi is completely suitable for the next year...