It should be a very happy thing to see the legendary Debola. Anyone who sees a pleasing beauty standing in front of her will feel refreshed.

But what Deborah said made Yu Xiao on Rong Guang's face frozen.

"Dad, he... may not come back here again."

Rongguang's brain stopped responding for a moment, and then he reacted. He frowned and asked, "What do you mean by saying this?"

Debola ignored his questioning and continued to speak, her voice low and hoarse.

"Rong, I want to tell you something...my dad, your agent, is in Germany..."

Rong Guang stared at Debola and found that her lips were trembling violently. A simple sentence in her mouth seemed to have to use all her strength to say it.

Seeing her like this, Glory already had a bad premonition, and his heart was slowly sinking into the cold night like the setting sun in winter.

"…In Germany, in Germany…In Germany, I encountered…car…car accident…dead…”

Debola could no longer speak, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

The night suddenly came.

The neon lights of the building opposite the window were lit up, and colorful colors reflected through the window.

Their home's HGO is shown on the unlighted living room floor.

Rongguang stood in the darkness, staring at Debola in the corridor opposite, stunned.

The house was so quiet that I could only hear the ticking sound of the wall clocks walking on the second hand.

After a long time, Debola said again: "I came back to clean up my father's belongings..."

Her words were interrupted by glory: "Where is he? Where is Godo?"

He just stared at Debola.

※※※

Taxis were slowly passing through the road on rainy nights. Because of the rain, traffic in St. Paul was worse than before. Traffic in the city center became tighter and paralyzed. The taxi driver slapped the horn on the steering wheel, but the horns of the car were quickly drowned in more other whistles.

In front, there is a red brake light.

"This damn rain is still falling," the taxi driver cursed.

But neither of the passengers in the car took his words.

Since getting on the bus, these two people have never made any sound except that the girl has signed up for her destination.

A roar came from behind, and then a helicopter passed through very low air. Just above everyone's heads, the blue and white body looked like a noble and elegant elf. While everyone was anxious to wait, it flew lightly over the blocked traffic and left.

"Damn, rich people are good." The taxi driver in a bad mood complained.

Rongguang also noticed the helicopter.

Looking at the helicopter gradually fading away, he thought of the scene when he and Godo came out of the community where Fabiano lived together, and also saw a helicopter in the car.

"There are rich people getting off work."

Godot's voice seemed to be ringing in his ears.

He quickly turned his head to look, and found that it was not Godot, but the taxi driver who was gritting his teeth and cursing.

Yes, Deborah said just now, Godo is... dead.

If you die, why do you die?

Such a good person has only spoken with him on the phone, and encourages himself to step up his practice and perform better in the game to attract the attention of European teams... How come he is dead when he hears his news?

Death is so strange and distant.

But why did it happen to me?

The glory is a bit unrealistic.

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Debola brought glory to a cemetery management office that belonged to the church, and her father temporarily placed it here.

After a series of procedures, the staff brought out a black box for the two of them.

Debola held the box and said to Rongguang: "It hit too badly, so it was burned directly to ashes. I brought it back from Germany."

Her voice was low and she had no strength. Because every word she said was like looking back at the scene she had experienced. In the German hospital morgue, the body bag was opened in the cold air, revealing her father's pale, almost unrecognizable face. If it weren't for the familiar wedding ring on his hand, she would not believe that it was her father... This scene would never be forgotten by her.

Rongguang took the urn from her hands.

It's so magical. How could that fat man with a weight of more than 200 pounds be able to put it in such a small box?

On the way he came, he didn't really believe that Godot was really dead. Now looking at the box, he still didn't believe that Godot was dead.

From the time he came to Brazil, he had always been the smiling fat man around him. He went to China to find himself, told himself that he could make money by playing football, and then brought himself to Brazil, looking for teams to take in, taking care of his food and daily life, even if he was an agent, a driver, or a nanny...

He never thought he would leave him one day, or he would leave himself.

He felt that his future agents should always be Godot.

They cooperated well.

Now Godot turned into ashes and lay in this box.

It's simply...unbelievable.

※※※

In the car back, Rongguang and Debola also remained silent.

The rain was still falling, the road was still very congested, and taxi drivers were still cursing about the bad weather and traffic jams.

When he returned home, Rongguang finally spoke to Debola, "I still don't believe it..."

After saying that, he locked himself in his bedroom.

Debola stood at the door and then slowly leaned against the door frame of her room.

If Rongguang doesn’t believe it, how could she believe it?

Although she and her father would end up with a quarrel every time they called, although she often thought that her father was too polite, she was twenty-one years old and still looked at her as a three-year-old child...

But no matter what, he is also his only relative in this world.

My mother died of serious illness in her early years, and her father raised her alone.

Now that my father is gone, she doesn't know how to face the future for a while.

Suddenly she shuddered.

Autumn, a cold and rainy night, the chill wrapped around her body.

She had to wrap her hands around her, curl up, and then turn around and walk back to her room.

The door closed, she slid down against it, sat on the ground, burying her head between her arms and knees.

"dad……"

In the darkness, she whispered.

※※※

When Rong Guang's biological clock woke him up at five o'clock on time, Rong Guang turned over and sat up from the bed.

He felt that he had a nightmare and dreamed that Godot died in a car accident in Germany. He didn't know about this, but it was told by Godot's daughter Debola.

Speaking of which, Deborah in her dream is so beautiful, she really looks like Godot's wife...

He put on his clothes and opened the door, and found that Godot's bedroom and Deborah's bedroom doors were tightly closed, as usual.

Yes, it must be a dream, a terrible nightmare. But fortunately it is a dream, just a dream.

Rong Guang tied the sandbag back to his legs, put the football on his back, and went out.

The rain is still falling, not heavy, it is still drizzling. If you hadn't been outdoors for a long time, you might not even have to hold up an umbrella.

But it's still annoying because the rain is very cold.

The glory ran towards the wind, and the cold rain was slapped on his face by the wind, and he had to squint his eyes.

He ran all the way into the lakeside park.

After a simple warm-up, he took the football out of his backpack and threw it on the ground, and then he began to run a lap on the boulevard with the football.

Now he is very skilled in dribbling and no longer needs to tie a two-meter-long net bag to his ankle to control it. He can dribble the ball very skillfully.

But today's situation is a bit wrong.

Rongguang carried the ball and thought of that nightmare.

Although he kept solidifying the concept in his heart that "it was a dream", his heart was shaken.

Every time he thought to himself, "This must be a dream", he couldn't help but think, "But...

But it's so real...

Distracted, he tripped by the football he kicked out and fell to the ground with a forward swooping.

My elbow was rubbed into the skin, blood oozing out, and my knee was also rubbed, and my palm pressed to the ground, which made me feel a little painful.
To be continued...