When Xia Xiaoyu drove the Volvo V60 his father gave him to Hu Lai and the others downstairs, he saw Morikawa Junpei carrying a mountaineering bag that felt taller than others, and also carrying a suitcase. He was walking from
Walk out of the door of the unit.
When he saw Xia Xiaoyu sticking his head out of the car window, he grinned and greeted in broken Chinese: "Hello, Xiaoyu."
Upon seeing this, Xia Xiaoyu quickly opened the car door, got out of the car, and then opened the trunk door for him: "Are these all your things?"
Morikawa Junpei shook his head: "No, Brother Xianghuan."
Xia Xiaoyu understood that the suitcase belonged to Zhang Qinghuan.
Then he saw Zhang Qinghuan walking out with a backpack on his back. As he walked, he complained to Hu Lai, who was holding a box: "I told you to find a moving company, but you have to do it yourself... I told you to save it."
What are you doing with some money?”
“I don’t think I have much stuff. I never thought I would pack so much. When I returned to Jincheng from Lingnan, I only had a suitcase and a backpack...Hey, Xiaoyu is here?”
“Brother Hu, let me help.” Xia Xiaoyu stepped up and took the box he was holding from Hu Lai. It was a little heavy, but he still held it firmly, then turned around and put it in the trunk.
“Thank you, Xiaoyu, I have to run a little while and I haven’t finished pulling the things.” Hu Lai breathed a sigh of relief.
“Fortunately, your car is a station wagon.” Zhang Qinghuan sighed after seeing it, “If it were a car, we would have to make a few more trips.”
"It doesn't matter, I fold down the back seats, I can put some more in there." After Xiaoyu put the boxes, he went to fold down the back seats.
Wang Guangwei came over from the electric car, shook his head and said: "I can't fit in there, and there are people sitting behind me."
Hu Lai picked up his cell phone and took a look: "Little Xingxing has arrived, and he only has two suitcases and a backpack... or he just left it alone (dialect: clean, free and easy, convenient)."
After the game against Seoul LG, all the players who played in the game the next morning were given a half-day holiday and did not have to go to training.
So players like Xia Xiaoyu, who came on as a substitute and played for ten minutes, also have half a day off.
But it stands to reason that after only playing for ten minutes, it can be said that there is no difference from not playing at all. So even if it happened before, Xia Xiaoyu would not really rest at home, but would consciously go to the training base and train with the team. The coaching staff
They won't say anything. They welcome substitute players who are willing to improve themselves and take the initiative to train.
But because he had to move today, Xia Xiaoyu did not go to training and chose to come to help.
After loading the cars, the two cars drove out of the old community. At the gate of the community, the guard Uncle Qin glanced at Xia Xiaoyu's stuffed car behind him when he opened the door for them, and said to Hu Lai: "Move out
Zhang Qinghuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, rolled her eyes at Hu Lai: "What does it have to do with me?"
Uncle Qin smiled cheerfully and said: "No trouble, no trouble. Alas, I'm still a little used to leaving... I won't see you in the future."
Wang Guangwei said: "Uncle Qin, you can still watch our game!"
“Oh, yes, I forgot about this... Then I will cheer you on in front of the TV!”
Uncle Qin said and opened the door for cars to pass.
Hu Lai and the others waved goodbye to Uncle Qin one after another in the car.
The two cars carried them and their luggage and carefully drove out of the old neighborhood toward the new house and new life.
Uncle Qin watched the two cars turn onto the road and merge into the traffic flow at the door. He shook his head and sighed, then turned and returned to his guard room.
This community will regain its previous tranquility. There will no longer be girls of unknown origin wandering around the door, and his work will be much easier. This is of course a good thing, but Uncle Qin is still a little reluctant to let go of these lovely young people...
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When Hu Lai and his two cars arrived at the new house, Chen Xingyi was already cleaning up his room.
He opened the suitcase, spread all the clothes on the bed, and hung them one by one in the closet.
Hearing the car horn outside, he ran out to help.
The six young people were like moving ants, shuttling back and forth between the house and the car.
Wang Yuan was drying the clothes she had just washed this morning in the yard when she heard the sound of play coming from the door of the big villa diagonally opposite.
She walked to the courtyard wall curiously and looked out, then her eyes widened and she called to her husband in a low voice: "Old Qin, the tenants of that villa are Hu Lai and the others!"
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“Well, I understand.” Her husband’s voice sounded suddenly behind her.
This startled her, and she turned around to see her husband standing behind her. Frightened, she raised her hand and patted Qin Lin's arm: "Quietly, you scared me to death!"
Qin Lin ignored his wife's complaints and looked at the two cars and six people outside.
They were boxing, and those who won were elated, while those who lost continued to fight, and finally decided a loser among losers, Wang Guangwei.
Then he saw Wang Guangwei dragging a box out of the trunk of the car, holding it in his arms and walking towards the gate of the villa.
Others followed him into the villa with their hands folded and their arms folded, laughing and joking behind him as if watching the fun.
“What are they doing?” the wife asked in confusion.
Qin Lin, who already knew these young people very well, explained to her: "This is probably the only box left, and they decide who will carry the last box by guessing."
“That box doesn’t look heavy at all… Do we still need to guess who will move it?” The wife was even more puzzled.
“It’s just a small game between a group of young people.” Qin Lin shook his head with a smile, turned around and walked back.
He was thinking that the next life would probably be much more lively...
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When Wang Guangwei put the suitcase in the living room, everyone stared at the mountain of luggage with big eyes and small eyes.
“Moving is so troublesome. The thought of putting these things back into different categories makes me crazy...” Zhang Qinghuan slumped on the sofa and did not want to get up.
“Lazy!” Hu Lai criticized.
Zhang Qinghuan glanced at Hu Lai, who was also paralyzed on the sofa: "Are you embarrassed to accuse me?"
“Actually, it’s okay? Everyone just needs to pack their own things.” Xia Xiaoyu said this without really wanting to move.
Only Morikawa Junpei walked towards the pile of luggage, started to look for his own things among them, then sorted them out, and then sent them one by one to his room upstairs.
“Morikawa is so energetic...” Everyone looked at him and praised him.
“Get moving, comrades.” Wang Guangwei stood up from his chair, “Don’t let the Japanese look down on you.”
When he said this, it involved the international image, and the remaining people were embarrassed to continue paralyzing, and started to work with sighs.
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Since Chen Xingyi arrived first, he had almost put all his things away. He didn’t hang up just a few clothes and started going from house to house to watch the fun.
He first came to Morikawa Junpei's room and found that Morikawa Junpei's suitcase was open and everything was exposed. He did not pack it away. Instead, he spread two Hu Lai's Olympic team jerseys on the bed, and then stood solemnly.
He stood and stared down at the two jerseys.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xingyi felt a little uncomfortable, and he shouted: "Hey Morikawa..."
Morikawa Junpei withdrew his gaze and turned to look at him: "What are you doing? Xingxing-san."
Chen Xingyi originally wanted to say that you looked like you were saying goodbye to the body...but after thinking about it, he felt that Morikawa Junpei might not be able to understand or understand such complicated Chinese.
It’s not my jersey anyway…
He thought this and waved his hand: "It's okay, you are busy with your business."
After saying that, he exited Morikawa Junpei's room.
He came to the next room, where Wang Guangwei was sorting things.
As the only Jincheng native among the six, he doesn’t have many things, because he can keep most of them at his own home.
“Want to help, Lao Wang?” Chen Xingyi asked leaning at the door.
Wang Guangwei shook his head: "No, I'll be fine soon. Have you finished cleaning up?"
"No, I still have a few clothes left, so I just threw them on the bed. I'm too lazy to get them." Then he found that the wardrobe in Wang Guangwei's room was empty, "Hey, do you only have these few clothes?"
"yes."
“Where are the seasonal clothes?”
“Oh, I put it at home. I’ll go back and get it when the season changes, so I won’t put so many things here...” Wang Guangwei explained.
“The locals are so nice.” Chen Xingyi sighed, then turned around and walked out, “You are busy.”
"good."
Coming out of Wang Guangwei's room, Xia Xiaoyu's room was opposite. He looked at the door and found that Xia Xiaoyu was putting a box on the table. Judging from his careful movements, it seemed to be a very precious thing.
He suddenly became interested and walked in: "What is it?"
Seeing Chen Xingyi come in, Xia Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Brother Chen, does it look familiar to you?"
Chen Xingyi came up to take a look...the National High School Students Football Championship championship medal in a box.
“Damn!” He remembered that this was the gold medal he lacked, but he didn’t expect to be shown off by Xia Xiaoyu.
Xia Xiaoyu laughed.
Chen Xingyi curled his lips in his laughter: "There is something, I have two, you have one. I am not talking about balls, what do you guess it is?"
Xia Xiaoyu’s smile froze on his face.
This time it was Chen Xingyi's turn to laugh happily, threw his head back and went out laughing.
I went out and walked up the stairs to the third floor, where I found a room with a back garden view that had the best location, so the rent was 500 yuan more expensive. If the back garden was really full of flowers, it would be fine, but now it has been changed to a football room.
Every day when I get up and open the curtains, I can see the football field that I am no longer familiar with. Chen Xingyi wonders if Brother Huan will vomit after watching it.
The first thing you say when you wake up every day is to cheer yourself up: Good morning, football people!
“Want to help, Brother Huan?”
“For what? Do you want to help?”
“Oh, it’s okay, I’ll just ask.” Chen Xingyi waved his hand. “Brother Huan, you’re busy with your business.”
"What the hell..." Zhang Qinghuan rolled her eyes at Chen Xingyi and continued to pack his things.
Chen Xingyi came in and walked straight to the large and spacious window, looking at the football field surrounded by barbed wire below.
The flat turf is painted with white lines that can be preserved for a long time, outlining a nine-a-side football field. The penalty area is reduced, with only one on each side. It is not divided into a large penalty area and a small penalty area like a regular stadium.
Although it is not as big as a regular football field, the view from the third floor is still quite shocking.
“This view is really unparalleled. No wonder the rent is five hundred more expensive.” Chen Xingyi said with emotion.
When Zhang Qinghuan heard what he said, he said: "Then you give me five hundred, and I will give you this house."
“It’s okay, Brother Huan is the oldest among us, we have to respect our elders.” Chen Xingyi said with a smile, turned around and prepared to leave.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a photo frame placed on Zhang Qinghuan's bedside table, with a group photo inside.
Zhang Qinghuan, wearing a Tamron jersey and with a youthful face, was in the middle, with a man and a woman standing on either side of him.
He was about to ask a casual question when he suddenly remembered what Zhang Qinghuan had experienced in the past, so he quickly looked away and said goodbye to Zhang Qinghuan: "Brother Huan, I'm going to Hu Lai's house."
“Get out of here!” Zhang Qinghuan waved his hand impatiently and kicked him out.
Come out of Zhang Qinghuan's room and walk along the corridor, you will find the room where Hu Lai is.
When he walked to the door, Hu Lai was taking out a round... football from his backpack.
“Let me go, why does your backpack take up so much space... Why are you bringing a ball for nothing?” Chen Xingyi was shocked. “You’re playing for us?”
“Kick you in the head.” Hu Lai put the football into the top shelf of a glass cabinet in the room.
“Hey, you’re offering such a dirty ball as a treasure?” Seeing Hu Lai’s action, Chen Xingyi became even more curious.
“This is the first football I bought with my own pocket money.” Hu Lai said, then turned to Chen Xingyi and asked: “Do you still remember where your first football went?”
Chen Xingyi spread his hands: "Who remembers this?"
“You lost your first football and your original intention!”
"Chu Xin, your sister..." He looked at the dirty football with suspicious eyes, "No matter what, I won't carry it with me wherever I go..."
“You don’t understand, this ball is of great significance to me. It made me embark on the path of professional football.” Hu Lai looked at the football with serious eyes.
Seeing him like this, Chen Xingyi couldn't tell for a moment whether he was telling the truth or whether he was acting for himself, so he curled his lips and said: "Okay..."
He looked around again and found that Hu Lai's room was ordinary. The only thing that was slightly out of the ordinary was the football.
Perhaps he is not lying, this football really means a lot to him, just like Junpei Morikawa's two Hu Lai jerseys; Xia Xiaoyu's national competition gold medal, after all, only one; Brother Huan's family photo...
By analogy, this broken football has extraordinary significance to Hu Lai, which is quite normal.
Having said that, I wonder what Lao Wanghui values more?
Chen Xingyi used to think that Lao Wang valued his hair the most, but when he found out that Wang Guangwei had cut his hair into a buzz cut, his views almost collapsed.
If you really value your hair, you obviously won’t make such a decision.
After much deliberation, he still couldn't think of anything particularly important to him around Wang Guangwei.