Chapter 130
When Mendes received a call from Cristiano late at night, he thought the other party was joking.
"It's so noisy over there, are you having a party or playing dare? What do you mean your house was smashed?" Mendes frowned as he listened to the noisy sound on the other end of the phone and reminded, "Cristiano, don't play too late, Sir Alex Ferguson will be watching you."
Cristiano: "...Jorge, are you confused? I said my house was smashed, literally."
He couldn't help but roll his eyes and turned to look at the policemen who were observing and discussing the scene, as well as the neighbors who heard the noise and ran out to watch curiously.
Having a party? It was a big party indeed.
"The police are here now. I guess it was the fans who did it. I just want to tell you, can you help me find a hotel if it's convenient?" Cristiano said.
When Mendes heard the word "police", he suddenly woke up and jumped out of bed: "What?! Damn it, are you kidding? Where are you now? Don't run around, wait until I make arrangements and then I'll tell you!"
"I haven't left yet." Cristiano listened to the flurry of activity on the other end of the line and said, "Don't worry, Jorge. I've finished smashing things. The police are here with me. I'm safe."
"..." Mendes couldn't help but scratch his hair when he heard the surprisingly calm voice of the boy on the other end of the phone. Is this really a guy who is only 21 years old?
He took a deep breath and then said, "Okay Chris, listen to me. Let the policeman stay here with you until I can temporarily arrange where you will go tonight. Don't be afraid. I will take care of it soon."
Mendes couldn't help but say a few words of comfort, even though his mind told him that Cristiano didn't seem to need such comfort, but his emotions were screaming that this was a kid who was only twenty-one years old!
Damn it, how many houses do these English lunatics have to destroy before they stop? !
After hanging up the phone, Cristiano put on a coat. It suddenly started raining outside. This is what midsummer in England is like. The sudden thunderstorms are the most troublesome.
He simply let the police go. There wasn't much evidence to collect or investigate here. The situation was very clear: it was revenge by the fans. There was no public surveillance footage to be retrieved, so there was a high probability that no useful evidence would be found.
Instead of letting those people sit here pretending to be in the rain and looking around, it would be better to let them go back.
Cristiano sat in the living room with his chin propped up, staring blankly at the smashed floor-to-ceiling glass.
He hadn't told Kaka about the smashing incident yet. It was already late in the morning and his lover's biological clock had long been resting. He didn't want to interrupt her rest because of such a thing, not to mention he knew Kaka had a game the next day.
When he encountered these things in his previous life, he was scared and overwhelmed. He thought he was really finished and he could no longer play in England. Everyone hated him, including Rooney, who thought he should not have shown up at that time. Even though he went to the England locker room to apologize as soon as the game was over - even though he had no reason to apologize - no one was willing to accept it. Ferdinand thought he was crazy and Neville refused to look at him.
His home was smashed up much worse than it is now and needs a major renovation.
He was scared to death, but he couldn't show it. He felt isolated and helpless at that time. He didn't even dare to let his mother come over, for fear that his family would be threatened and in danger because of him.
In his previous life, all he could do was play football. He had to desperately prove his worth and ability to everyone, hoping that both his teammates and Sir Alex Ferguson would still be willing to trust him and use him.
Cristiano listened to the sound of rain outside the window, frowned, and took a deep breath.
He hadn't thought about his previous life for a long time, but tonight, some memories and images from his previous life flooded into him uncontrollably.
He stared into the night, waiting for the rain to stop.
He would wait until the annoying sound of rain stopped before going back upstairs to clean up. Otherwise, with the heavy rain in Manchester at night, even if someone quietly walked into his house, he would not be able to find out from upstairs, which was not safe.
However, before the rain stopped, Cristiano met Ferdinand who came to pick him up with a black straight-handled umbrella.
Ferdinand walked in directly from the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that was completely shattered. Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly and shouted in surprise: "Leo?! Why are you here so late?!"
"Rooney told me that someone took pictures of police cars surrounding your house. I was worried, so I came to take a look." Ferdinand frowned. He turned his head to look at the broken floor-to-ceiling glass and the brick on the restaurant table, and his face darkened.
When he stepped over the "ruins", he noticed that there were a lot of wine bottles piled outside Cristiano's yard. It was probably because of drunk fans who were going crazy due to the alcohol.
Cristiano blinked when he heard that. He was still very surprised. He didn't expect Ferdinand to come to him on such a rainy night.
"Are you okay?" Ferdinand saw that the boy didn't say anything. He frowned and walked over quickly while shaking off the rain on the umbrella. He gently patted Cristiano's cheek and said, "Are you scared? It's okay. It's normal to be scared. You don't need to pretend in front of me, Ronnie."
"When Rooney's house was smashed, he cried for almost half an hour at Alan's house - if this will make you feel better?" Ferdinand tried to comfort him. He was not good at these things, but he felt that Rooney's behavior could bring Ronnie some comfort and balance.
He should have made a video or taken a photo, which he wanted to do right then, but Neville stopped him.
Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He was just a little surprised. Nothing in this world could scare him anymore. He had experienced enough, so much that nothing could scare him anymore.
But he really didn't expect that Waza would have such a moment. He grinned, and the scene had already popped up in his mind. He dared to say that Alan must have collapsed to death standing next to Waza and watching him cry for half an hour.
"Thanks, Leo, I'm fine, it's just like what you see, Jorge is helping me arrange a place to stay for tonight."
"Stay at my place. It's much safer there." Ferdinand said. The more he spoke, the better he thought this was. "I was supposed to take you to the training ground anyway. Now that you're staying at my place, it'll be much more convenient for us to move around together."
Cristiano paused, and looked at the other person meaningfully: "Doesn't this bother you?"
When Leo has no needs? He raised the corner of his mouth, and he found that he was in the mood to tease the other person again.
Ferdinand raised his hand and slapped Cristiano on the head, narrowing his eyes at the boy, "Be serious Ronnie."
"Thank you, Leo." Cristiano grinned and stood up immediately. "Then I'll go pack my things!"
Ferdinand nodded and watched Cristiano quickly go upstairs.
He looked around. The style of Cristiano's villa was very consistent with a man's stereotyped aesthetic. It was a combination of monotonous cold tones of black, gray and white. The only bright things were the simple murals on the wall and the cans of colored glass beads on the cabinet. Apart from that, the place even looked a little deserted.
The two times Ferdinand came here, it was either a party for teammates or Cristiano's family came to Manchester. The house was bustling and did not feel deserted at all.
But at this moment, he felt that it was cold and quiet here, making him uncomfortable.
Ferdinand sat on the sofa waiting for Cristiano to clean up. He took out his mobile phone and saw in the group chat that Alan and Rooney said they were on their way and Neville would be here soon. Keane and Giggs would silence their phones before going to bed at night, so they probably didn't see the group message at all.
It’s still him who comes the earliest, haha.
Ferdinand curled his lips.
Before Cristiano had finished packing, Alan, Rooney, Neville and others arrived holding umbrellas.
Rooney even rang the doorbell, but Ferdinand rolled his eyes and was too lazy to get up to open the door, so he just shouted at them to come in through the broken glass.
Alan and his friends stepped over the broken glass and walked into the house. Alan looked around and asked, "Where are the others?"
"He went upstairs to pack his things," Ferdinand replied. "I told him to stay at my place for a while."
"Okay." Neville nodded. "You stay at my place for a while, then stay at my place for a while. We can take turns."
"It's okay, there's no need to rotate. I have experience in taking care of children," said Ferdinand.
Alan paused. He guessed that Cristiano's house was smashed tonight, largely because of him. He said apologetically: "Stay at my place. Anyway, there is no difference between taking in one or two."
"Do you think the target of your hatred is not obvious enough?" Ferdinand raised his eyebrows. "I dare say that the top three most controversial people in our team right now are you. You are not the three spears of Manchester United, but the three lightning rods."
The kind that directly absorbs all the thunder onto itself.
Neville laughed and nodded in agreement. "It's better not to live with Alan. I'm really worried that when the fans see you three living together, they will get even more excited and destroy everyone in the house. How efficient."
Alan: “…”
Rooney: “…”
When Cristiano came downstairs with two suitcase bags, he saw that his living room had turned into a tea party.
"...Alan? Waza? Gary? God, why are you all here?!" He widened his eyes and trotted downstairs in surprise.
Rooney said: "I shared the news with them and I thought we had to come and see you because I know too well what it feels like to have your house smashed."
He patted Cristiano's shoulder sympathetically and gave the boy a hug, with a sense of superiority: "Don't be afraid, Ronnie, it's nothing, I've been there, just tell me if you need anything."
Cristiano heard a hint of inexplicable pride in Rooney's words. His eyelids twitched. Is he an experienced person?
He curled the corners of his mouth. Was he someone who had experienced this, sitting on Alan's sofa and crying for half an hour?
Rooney's hair stood up on the back of his neck when he saw Cristiano's smile. He let go of his hand and touched his nose.
"Thank you, I don't need anything. Leo took me in, and I have everything I need now." Cristiano said briskly. He gently hugged Alan and the others. "I am really grateful that you are here at this time. This is very important to me."
Neville was hugged by the boy and he actually felt a little nostalgic. He reached out and hugged Cristiano back and gently patted the boy's back.
He was glad that he hesitated and came anyway.
"I should invite you to sit down and have some tea and snacks." Cristiano smiled and pointed to the big hole behind them, where the wind and rain were coming straight into the house. "But it's obviously not suitable for the environment, so let's go back to our homes."
Rooney laughed when he heard this, and he bumped into Cristiano: "You are so direct."
Cristiano grinned, "It's so late, Wazza, if we don't go back, we will all be late for afternoon training tomorrow."
Rooney muttered to himself that he believed that as long as Boss knew that Cristiano's house was smashed by fans, he would condone their lateness tomorrow.
Cristiano said, turning to Ferdinand: "Shall we go to your house now?"
"Yeah." Ferdinand nodded.
Ferdinand's home is just two blocks away. It is decorated in a typical British style, a two-story villa with a warm yellow wooden structure. It is completely different from Cristiano's villa in style. When you look up, you can see picture frames hanging on the wall and soft pillows in various rich colors - not only on the sofa, but also lying on the floor.
——It’s full of life.
As soon as he entered the door, a puppy rushed over, barking softly. Just as it was about to pounce on Ferdinand, it suddenly noticed a stranger next to it, and immediately barked at Cristiano in a bluffing manner.
"Shh - Ronnie, be good! NO!" Ferdinand bent down and picked up the puppy.
"What?" Cristiano looked at Ferdinand in confusion, "Are you calling me - or it?"
Ferdinand paused and coughed guiltily.
He held up his puppy and showed Cristiano its innocent and watery big brown eyes: "Don't you think it looks like you? I thought of you when I saw it, so I decided to pick it up."
Cristiano: “…”
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