Chapter 54
Kaka was stunned for a moment when he heard Cristiano's words, and then some memories were bitten out.
It was when they were interviewed together.
They were dealing with different reporters and media, but they were not far away from each other and could hear what each other was saying. Cristiano would playfully interrupt the reporters' questions from time to time, making his reporters lose their temper.
At that time, he was facing some negative news about his declining form. Every player will have a goal drought. Unfortunately, he encountered the most nightmare moment of Real Madrid. They were pressed by their derby rivals for several consecutive years. The fans' anger, the coach's disappointment and accusations, even he himself wanted to ask himself, what can I do?
Those reporters were like sharks sniffing blood. The sky-high priced water dispenser, the most expensive and useless signings, all the news were counting what he could do for Real Madrid, and the answer was zero.
"Kaka..." The reporter in front of him had bad intentions. He knew what kind of difficulties he would face, and he was prepared.
However, Cristiano, his club-teammate, was standing ten meters away from him and was being interviewed. Cristiano was also facing the pressure of the club's performance being difficult to continue to improve. Given Cristiano's bloody public opinion, Kaka knew that Cristiano's situation would only be worse than his.
But Cristiano suddenly appeared beside him, grinning, put his arm around him, leaned forward slightly, half of his shoulder blocked in front of him, and before the reporter could speak, he joked with the reporter in front of him in a joking and naughty tone:
"Kaka is everyone's friend, you have to think about what to ask," said Cristiano.
Then naturally, the reporter turned his attention to Cristiano, but the boy was obviously used to dealing with this. He answered the harsh questions in a perfunctory manner and the interview time given by the club ended.
So, Kaka was deeply impressed by this sentence.
"Kaka is everyone's friend."
He has received a lot of love, from his family, from the national team, and from his former club. His family supports him and his teammates praise him, but the only love he gets from Cristiano is to nail himself to the center of attention, to concentrate all the dangers and injuries on himself, so that he can be safe.
Kaka didn't realize this at first until they were together and then separated.
Some negative public opinions about him were quietly surging beneath the surface, and by the time he found out, the matter was already over and the media had a better target.
All he knew was that in that European Cup match, crazy fans booed and sang "Cristiano is a bitch", "Cristiano is a disgusting homosexual", and "Go back to your Portugal".
And Cristiano was alone, like a rock in the upstream, being washed to become sharper and more fearless.
At that time, Kaka realized that the love Cristiano gave him was like a torrent going against the current, deafening, the sharpest spear moving forward, and the strongest shield blocking all external harm.
And Kaka gave all the love he could.
Memories of the past flashed back like a tide, but in fact, Kaka was only stunned for a few seconds, and soon leaned back slightly to avoid Cristiano's hand.
His eyes were deep, and his gaze seemed to be copying, tracing Cristiano's delicate eyebrows, smiling eyes, thin and rosy lips, and the curved, young and tender face.
This was Cristiano at the age of nineteen, and also Cristiano at the age of thirty-seven. He suddenly felt that his jealousy seemed extremely childish - Cristiano would never give another person the same love as he gave him, he was extremely sure of it.
Kaka is everyone's friend.
"But I'm just your husband." Kaka brought a cup of coffee to his mouth, and spoke in Portuguese through the cover of the cup.
Cristiano opened his eyes slightly, which made his already round eyes look even rounder like a puppy, like a puppy that suddenly got a bone. Cristiano's palms were suddenly filled with sweat, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.
"You can't say that all of a sudden, it's too foul." Cristiano almost wanted to cover his face with his hands, but he remembered that this was a public place, so he could only bury his head and put the pasta into his mouth viciously.
His ears and neck were all red, and his heart was tingling and numb. He was easily satisfied.
For Cristiano, Kaka in the past was everyone's friend, and he was one of them. It was difficult for him to judge whether Kaka's kindness to him was just that of a friend or something beyond friendship. He also couldn't judge whether Kaka's partiality was real or just wishful thinking.
Kaka is a good man and a decent person. Kaka praises every teammate he has worked with. He is one of his "colleagues". He is very sure that he felt dissatisfied and jealous when he said this.
When he was young, he was like a child asking for candy, hoping that Kaka could give him something different in return, and always wanting more.
Later, he began to realize that what he wanted was no longer a reward, but just to give what he could.
Xiyu
He was willing to give up everything when Kaka needed him, but it was still Kaka who pushed him away. Kaka had the rope in his hand that was pulling him, and as long as Kaka gave a slight signal, he would still run over without fear of anything.
When they were together, Cristiano often had a sense of unexpected surprise.
When he opened his eyes, he could see Kaka's appearance close to him; when he slightly tilted his head and received a gentle and affectionate kiss without saying anything, and when he opened his arms, he received a real hug so strong that it hurt, he was sure that this was real, although it only existed for a very short time.
Now, these have all become memory balls that need to be stored away.
And just now, he got a huge, sweet pink memory ball with a line of Portuguese words engraved on it - "But I'm just your husband."
Cristiano grinned, and he had to concentrate on stuffing his pasta mechanically to hide his happiness which seemed somewhat strange to outsiders.
When Kaka saw the boy's red ears, he knew without any imagination that it was not suitable for his lover's face to be lifted out of the pasta at this moment, so he could only laugh and keep adding pasta to Chris.
He really regretted saying this in such a public place. He should have said it in a more private place, when he was more prepared and prepared. But sometimes words just come out of his mouth, and when the time is right, it is right.
Kaka resisted the urge to ruffle the soft curls at the nape of Cristiano's neck.
He should have kissed Cristiano, if it weren't in this damn cafeteria.
"Oh... Ronnie, are you hungry?" When Giggs and his companions came back with their meal, they saw that most of the pasta on the table had been eaten, and it was obvious that their curly-haired puppy was still eating it voraciously.
Cristiano replied vaguely: "Very hungry."
Giggs: “…”
Fanny noticed that their boy's ears were abnormally red, although it was not very obvious, but anyone who stood close enough and observed carefully as he did would have noticed it.
He looked at Kaka thoughtfully, and Kaka smiled back at him gentlemanly: "Looks like you have to get some more pasta yourself."
Manchester United's main players: "..."
Cristiano finally returned to the dormitory with a full stomach. He could even smell the taste of tomatoes when he burped, which made him feel a little nauseous.
"I don't want to see tomato pasta for about a month." Cristiano said dejectedly, lying on his bed in the dormitory.
"Who told you to eat so much by yourself?" Costa stood at the ladder of the lower bunk and knocked on Cristiano's bed railing wordlessly. "Are you okay? Do you want to ask the team doctor for some digestive medicine?"
"No, it's too embarrassing." Cristiano turned over, lay head down on the pillow, and refused decisively.
Costa: “…”
Isn't it embarrassing now?
Costa didn't ask because the Red Devils were staring at him unkindly.
No way, it wasn't him who asked Cristiano to eat so much. If he wanted to glare at someone, he should have been glaring at Kaka who was responsible for feeding him!
"Where is Kaka?" Cristiano thought. He turned his head, revealing half of his face. The tip of his nose was slightly red because he had been buried in the pillow just now.
"I don't know, I just went out." Costa replied. He recalled that when Cristiano was rubbing his stomach and complaining about eating too much?
"Forget it, I'll go get some medicine from the team doctor. I promise not to tell them you ate too much." Van Nistelrooy couldn't stand the listless look of the curly-haired puppy, so he stood up, grabbed a coat and walked to the door.
Cristiano clasped his hands together to express his gratitude.
Costa: “…” The Red Devils have to understand the Red Devils.
He almost wanted to pry Chris's head open. Is the point all about face?
As Fanny just walked to the door, the dormitory door was opened, and Kaka came back with medicine and a thermos cup in his hand.
Fanny glanced at it and curled his lips: "It seems I don't need to go."
Cristiano raised his eyelids when he heard that, and saw his lover walking towards him with medicine in his hand.
He sneered, thinking that he was to blame for overeating.
He immediately opened his palms obediently towards Kaka. Kaka looked at him, then reluctantly broke the medicine, mixed it with warm water and handed it over.
"Take the medicine and turn off the lights." Maldini coughed lightly and said, "Have a good sleep, Ronaldo."
Cristiano scratched his head and responded, it was still embarrassing.
Kaka smiled, relying on his tall advantage, stood beside Cristiano's upper bunk, and gently pulled Cristiano's fingers. Some small actions of the young couple made Chris giggle and curl up, with half of his face hidden in the blanket.
"Good night," Kaka whispered, then went back to the door, turned off the light, and returned to his lower bunk bed.
Seeing this, the main players of Manchester United also lay back on their beds. Van Nistelrooy sent a message in the small group:
[Fanny: Take the initiative, extra points]
Giggs: 1
[Neville: 1]
[Ferdinand: At most it is a redemption, no points will be deducted]
【Kean: Agree】
The Milan group was also bustling with activity.
[Shevchenko: @Kaka is good, this wave of goodwill from Manchester United has definitely gained some points]
[Gattuso: Prick up your ears]
[Inzaghi: Prick up your ears]
[Kaka: This is what I should do]
【Costa: ……】
It was obviously Kaka who caused those Portuguese little strawberries to be overfed! Costa felt that it would not be long before their strawberries would have to be sold by the pound to a Brazilian.
Martini glanced at the dark dormitory, where seven blue cell phones were flashing.
Maldini: “…”
In the second half of the night, when everyone was asleep, Kaka opened his eyes in the darkness.
He heard the bed on Cristiano's side creaking from time to time, and it was obvious that the person on the bed was tossing and turning.
He quietly got off the bed barefoot, then gently walked to Cristiano's side of the bed. He raised his hand and patted Chris gently, and saw that Chris quickly opened his eyes, not seeming sleepy at all.
Cristiano raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, then opened his mouth and asked silently: Why are you here?
Kaka climbed onto the upper bunk, and the bed board began to creak again with the weight of an adult man. Fortunately, their roommates were exhausted from the training during the day and were sleeping soundly.
Kaka silently hugged his lover. Cristiano was a little stiff, with a tension of worry and excitement, so much so that he could ignore the discomfort in his stomach.
"They won't find out." Kaka whispered in Cristiano's ear, "I'll be back before dawn."
"I'm fine." Cristiano replied, but he honestly moved closer to Kaka. The warmth from his lover's body was comfortable and soothing, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Kaka smiled silently. He put his warmed palms into Cristiano's T-shirt and rubbed Cristiano's belly gently: "Then think of it as me wanting to stick to you."
Cristiano's ears began to feel hot, he closed his eyes and stopped refutation, knowing that it was useless to refute. He did not deny that Kaka's palms were warm, and the gentle massage made him feel comfortable and relaxed.
He lowered his head and leaned it against his lover's shoulder. He finally felt sleepy and his eyelids gradually became drowsy. Before he fell asleep completely, he raised his head slightly, pursed his lips against Kaka's neck in a daze, and said incoherently: "I love you."
"I love you too."
Kaka listened to the breathing sounds beside his ears becoming gradually even and long. He felt relieved and pulled his hand away. He kissed his lover's forehead, eyes, nose tip, lips... and finally kissed Cristiano's lower abdomen. He regretted letting Cristiano eat so much and got full. Fortunately, it was nothing.
He tiptoed down from the upper bunk. Moonlight came in through the window, but Kaka went straight back to his own bed, not paying any extra attention to his lover's teammate on the lower bunk.
Costa opened his eyes more clearly than ever before.
Damn those slimy boys.
No, it's couples.
Hell, he seemed to be the first one to notice it.
He will be hunted by Figo.
The next morning, Cristiano had a good sleep and felt refreshed, so he quickly got down from the upper bunk.
Ferdinand asked with concern: "Are you recovered?"
"Small problem." Cristiano gave a thumbs up.
Then he noticed that his national team teammate in the lower bunk looked extremely exhausted.
Cristiano gasped in surprise and asked with concern: "Oh my God, your dark circles are almost falling to the ground. Didn't you get enough rest?"
Costa smiled: "I'm well rested, it's just the bags under my eyes."
He slept in the lower bunk than Cristiano. He was not deaf. From the beginning, when Cristiano turned over and made a creaking noise on the bed, he had not been able to fall asleep!
And now, he even has to cover for these two people, damn it.
"Oh..." Cristiano blinked, met Costa's eyes, and wisely chose not to dwell on the issue.
Kaka hugged Costa during training and sincerely wished him: "God will bless you to sleep well tonight."
"So you won't climb into Chris' bed again tonight, right?" Costa hoped sincerely, covering his mouth.
Kaka: “…”
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