Chapter 6
Cristiano returned to his bedroom and had a good sleep.
In his dream, he saw Kaka wearing a black suit, standing in the silent rain, and through Kaka's figure, he saw his own tombstone.
Chris woke up with his heart still beating fast.
It has to be said that the shock he felt when he saw his black and white photo on the tombstone was much greater than he had imagined.
Cristiano thought he could accept the fact that he had died once calmly.
But when the dream came, at that moment he seemed to feel that powerlessness and coldness again. He still remembered that day when he watched Kaka falling asleep beside his bed. He wanted to raise his hand to touch his lover's hair again, but he couldn't feel even a little bit.
This was not the worst. He began to no longer be able to smell the disinfectant in the hospital. He no longer felt the bitter taste of the oxygen he inhaled in his mouth. Then gradually, even his vision seemed to be closed.
He could no longer see Kaka's appearance with his eyes, but he was still alive, with his eyes open. He was just very clearly aware that he had lost his five senses, as if he was imprisoned in a dark cage.
He has such a strong body, but he can only be as fearful as a trapped beast.
At this moment, he recalled all his memories about death. He was cold and scared, and the constant heating in the room could not warm him up.
This is not right. You have been reborn, and you should not dwell on the shadow of past death. Cristiano slapped his face twice, then quickly sat up from the bed and pulled open the curtains beside the bed.
The afternoon sun in Lisbon slanted in, illuminating the room in an instant. Chris took deep breaths, gradually calming his heartbeat.
He turned his head and glanced at the clock, which showed three o'clock in the afternoon.
He scratched his hair, not expecting that he had slept for so long.
"Damn it!" Cristiano thought of the cell phone that had been destroyed. He jumped out of bed like a rabbit. He had slept for so long! He should get up early and get a new phone!
Cristiano rushed into the bathroom quickly. He had to take a shower. The nightmare made him break out in a sticky cold sweat. Then he brushed his teeth, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on and went out!
He trotted to the nearest electronics store, picked up a machine, paid for it, waited for it to start up, and imported data...
He licked his lips and tapped the counter unconsciously as if to urge him. Why is it so slow?
While Cristiano was lost in thought, the small TV in the store was playing some sports gossip -
"Today, our agency accidentally photographed AC Milan's golden boy Kaka and his beautiful lady attending a lunch together. The parents of both parties were also with them! It seems that we can expect good things to happen to this golden boy soon! It is reported that..."
When Cristiano heard Kaka's name mentioned in the news, he looked up almost instinctively, and immediately saw Caroline entering the hotel with Kaka's arm around her.
Cristiano stared blankly at the small TV until the teller next to him reminded him that his phone was fixed: "Sir? Sir? Your phone..."
"Oh, thank you." Cristiano snatched the phone in a panic, said thank you quickly, and ran out of the store in embarrassment.
The phone was turned on, but there were no new calls coming in. Cristiano deliberately did not change his phone number.
He wiped his face and sat down on a bench by the roadside, feeling a little amused and a little disgusted. He had known that Kaka was already with Caroline at this time, right? Why is it necessary to have such a big reaction after reading the news?
Did he really think that he could change the Brazilian's beliefs by being reborn?
Cristiano covered his face with his hands. He could not forget the happiness they had when they were together briefly that year, but he also could not forget the torture that followed. Even though Kaka never mentioned those shakes in front of him, he knew very well that Kaka suffered mental reproach for their love and beliefs.
Even if his injury recurred due to a malicious foul on the court, in Kaka's eyes it was a punishment from God, and Cristiano could not stop Kaka from going into this dead end.
He knew then that no matter how hard they tried to love each other, sooner or later they would be separated, and all he had to do was seize every second before that day came.
Just like now, even if they were reborn in the same world, the problems between them could never be overcome. He once thought that only life and death could solve their problems, but now he no longer thinks so.
Cristiano rubbed his face and finally stopped trying to bury himself. He had to go home. He missed Ms. Dolores so much, as well as his father and his brothers and sisters.
"Oh Chris! What's going on? You just won a game! Why do you look like someone bullied you?" As soon as she got home, Alma laughed at the redness around her brother's eyelids, which really looked like he had just cried.
Before Cristiano had time to feel moved at seeing his young brothers and sisters again, he was poured with a bucket of cold water. He curled his lips and immediately turned his head to look at himself in the glass window. It was just as Alma said.
He muttered, "No, I just rubbed it casually."
It’s just that because he hasn’t been tanned yet, the redness under his eyelids is immediately obvious!
Cristiano is determined to quickly return himself to the healthy color of the future, at least that will make him look less easy to bully.
And his muscles.
Cristiano, who is also known as the little Ronaldo, has been often tackled and invaded because of his thin body. Thinking of this, Chris forced himself not to think about the Son of Heaven who was still in Milan, Italy. He had to do something for himself.
As for the phone call, Chris thought, he would call back in the evening, and it would be better not to disturb Kaka's important family party now.
"Here you go, you have that expression again. Okay, tell your brother, who bullied you? Is it another teammate's locker room issue?" Hugo couldn't stand it anymore, and pushed aside Alma who was watching the fun, and embraced his youngest brother.
Cristiano didn't know if it was because his body had returned to its youthfulness, so that his temper and emotions became out of control as his body became younger, or if it was because he hadn't seen his family like this for too long, so it was difficult for him to maintain the composure of the 37-year-old Ronaldo - in fact, he had never succeeded from the second he walked in the door.
He leaned against his brother and whispered, "No, I can handle it."
"Come on, I don't want to receive another crying call from you in the middle of the night. I will be kicked by a donkey if I disturb the couple's life." Hugo rolled his eyes. .
Chris: “…”
As far as he could remember, he had only called Ms. Dolores a handful of times!
"Yeah, yeah, but mom will immediately call all of us to discuss your little problem." Alma added. Although there was a hint of disgust and ridicule in her words, she came in front of Chris, held up her youngest brother's face, and looked at him seriously, "But who says we are your family? Tell us what happened."
Cristiano blinked a little uncomfortably. He hadn't seen Alma like this for such a long time, so he felt his eyes getting hot again.
Oh how embarrassing.
Cristiano covered his face.
Hugo and Alma couldn't help laughing when they saw this. Their youngest and most beloved brother was still so cute even when he went to play football!
"Okay, if Chris doesn't want to talk, let him calm down alone and come to eat." A voice of the male host came that could not be refused, and the brothers and sisters surrounding Chris immediately obeyed and dispersed.
Cristiano suddenly raised his head and saw Dinis sitting at the dining table with a glass of port wine in his hand.
"Dad!" Cristiano strode forward and hugged his father tightly.
Old Dennis was so startled by his youngest son's unexpected action that he raised his hands, not knowing what to do.
He slowly and stiffly put his hand back on Cristiano's back, patted it gently twice, and looked at Hugo and the others with a signaling look - what was going on?
Hugo and Alma spread their hands at the same time and exchanged glances. See, I told you there was something wrong with Chris!
Dennis was rarely gentle, mainly because he was not used to his youngest son's sudden closeness. He cleared his throat and said, "Okay, Chris, let's eat first. If there are any problems, we can solve them later, okay?"
Cristiano took a few deep breaths, nodded, and told himself that there was still time.
He would send a message to Jorge immediately and ask his omnipotent agent to arrange for Dinis to have a full-body check-up at the best hospital in Lisbon. Everything would be done in time.
Dennis is a good father and a good husband when he is sober, but such a good image often occupies too little time in life. Because of the PTSD left over from the war, he fell into alcohol, which made him quickly become another hideous person.
Chris respected him and loved him, but at the same time he was afraid of hatred, which later turned into regret.
Cristiano had finished a lively dinner at home. He hadn't thought about Kaka for several hours, which was a good thing, good for his heart.
As for Kaka, at noon he sincerely and firmly expressed to Caroline and her family that he was not the best choice. Naturally, the lunch was not very pleasant, but for Kaka, he was inappropriately excited in his heart -
He was completely free, he could go to Cristiano with a completely pure identity and soul, hug his boy, and kiss his boy.
Simeone and Bosco could clearly see what their eldest son was thinking. Kaka didn't even try to hide the joy in his eyes. The two looked at each other with headache.
Thanks to Caroline, and thanks to Caroline's parents for their good temper and not beating them out.
After lunch, Kaka and his family boarded a flight to Lisbon Airport.
It was already late at night when we arrived in Lisbon, and the family went directly from the airport to the hotel we had booked in advance.
Kaka had been to this city many times, and he suggested taking a walk alone, and no one objected.
He had seen the quiet nights of this city, and also the brilliant sunrises of this city. At that time, he always hugged Chris, and they drove straight to the top of an empty mountain, where they hugged and kissed each other wildly, and the light of the sun and the moon witnessed their passionate love that was enough to burn out their lives.
Kaka did not go to the top of the mountain. First, he did not drive, and secondly, no taxi was willing to take him to this ghost place at night. He just walked aimlessly in the streets and alleys, imagining the figure of his boy living and running here.
He could walk to Chris's place, which was not far from their hotel, but his parents insisted that the first visit must be during the day and the whole family must be present to show their importance and respect for each other.
Kaka conceded that his Chris deserved the best.
Simeone and Bosco were checking in at the hotel lobby, while Digan picked up an entertainment tabloid on the table out of boredom. He just glanced at it and couldn't help but shouting, "Oh my God!"
"Digan! Don't make a fuss!" Simone gave her younger son a reproachful look, and walked over to glance at the tabloid that made Digan scream. Then, the next second, Ms. Simone covered her mouth and cried softly, "Oh, God!"
This time, Bosco couldn't help but take the hotel key and came over to take a look: "What on earth could have made the two of you..."
His voice suddenly stopped, his eyes widened as he stared at the tabloid in front of him, and he almost shouted out the name of God -
[Milan golden boy Kaka and his girlfriend attended lunch together, the two families met and it seems that they are about to get married]
The attached photo was taken when they went out for lunch this afternoon. In the photo, Caroline was still holding Kaka's arm with a bright smile, while Kaka maintained a gentlemanly smile.
Anyone who sees them would want to say that they are a perfect match, like a prince and a princess.
"Do you think he will see it?" Digan broke the silence hesitantly.
Simeone and Bosco looked at each other. They both knew who the "he" in Digan's words was referring to.
But let's be honest, this is the cover of any small magazine. Can they expect Cristiano Ronaldo not to know this news? Obviously this is impossible.
So when Kaka came back from outside, he saw his parents and Digan staring at him with strange expressions.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, you have to be mentally prepared, you have a little scandal." Di Gan cleared his throat and handed the cover of the entertainment magazine that he had secretly brought back to his brother.
Kaka took it and his face changed after just one look. It was Caroline again. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if Chris saw this news.
His breathing became disordered for a few beats, and he said hurriedly: "I'll make a phone call."
Simone nodded at him encouragingly.
Before Kaka made her call, another call came in first -
"Hey Kaka." Cristiano's voice with a slightly rising tone came from the other end of the phone. Maybe it was because of the reduplicated characters, every time the boy called him like this, he always felt that the other party was acting coquettishly.
Kaka was stunned for two seconds, and then his eyes quickly turned red.
Simeone and Bosco on the side subconsciously held their breath when they saw this. It seemed that the boy was on the other end of the phone.
"Cris." Kaka whispered, the name on the tip of his tongue. He had been thinking about it for so long, for more than three thousand days and nights. When the other person's voice really rang in his ears, Kaka could hardly hold his phone. "Cris, is it really you?"
"Of course it's me." Cristiano's voice on the other end of the phone was a little hoarse, and his low, laughing voice was soft and numb, like a feather brushing past Kaka's ears. "So, Kaka? I have to say sorry first. My phone ran out of battery yesterday, and then the group of people in the club poured water on it and scrapped it. It wasn't until now that I had the chance to call you."
"It's okay, it's okay Cris. I can wait a long time." Kaka said quickly. He couldn't help grinning, and his smile made Di Gan in the room think the sun was shining outside.
"I hope I didn't bother you by calling you now? I chose a late hour on purpose," Cristiano said. "Have fun, Kaka."
The smile on Kaka's face paused slightly, and then he asked: "What?"
"Well, didn't you say before that you and your parents-in-law always read the Bible together at night?" Cristiano swallowed to moisten his dry throat.
After he finished speaking, he wanted to rub his eyes. He actually said such a ridiculous thing. If it was in his previous life, he would never have said it. He would have chosen to watch from afar and keep silent.
But it was probably because he had returned to his young body, and some of his impulses had returned to his youth. He pouted and his eyes became sore.
He thought to himself, Cristiano, ridiculous Cristiano, are you deliberately testing how far the relationship between Kaka and Caroline has developed?
Kaka's breathing became much heavier. Chris had indeed seen that damn gossip.
His silence for a moment was misunderstood as a tacit agreement by the other party. Cristiano touched the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, I just want to make sure, we are still good friends, right?"
"Where are you?" Kaka didn't answer, but asked in a low voice.
"Me? I'm at home." Cristiano answered subconsciously, and then he felt so damn pitiful, so he deliberately raised the corners of his mouth, trying to appear less lonely, "Even though my teammates asked me to go out and play, who made me friends with the Son of God? I haven't been to those ghost places for a long time..."
"Wait for me at home." Kaka quickly interrupted Cristiano.
"What?" Cristiano was stunned. They were in two different countries! Today's damn news also had famous Brazilian buildings shining brightly in the background.
Kaka knew he couldn't wait even a minute, so he just said quickly: "Wait for me. Don't hang up."
After hearing Chris's voice, he couldn't bear the fear of the connection being cut off for another second, and he begged softly: "Don't hang up, okay?"
"Well, okay." Cristiano said vaguely. He couldn't refuse Kaka, never, even if Kaka made a seemingly outrageous request at this moment.
"But seriously, even if you plan to come over now, you have to hang up the phone before getting on the plane. You know that without me telling you, right?" Cristiano joked.
Kaka laughed softly: "Stupid Cris."
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He quickly grabbed a coat, and only had time to nod to his parents and Digan before rushing out like the wind.
Cristiano's ears were burning on the other end of the phone. On many nights, he was held tightly in the man's arms, kissed on the forehead, and whispered to intimately, just like just now.
For a moment, he forgot to argue who sounded more stupid - not being allowed to hang up the phone, or coming across two countries in the middle of the night.
He heard Kaka's rapid breathing on the phone, as if he was running in the streets and alleys. He couldn't help but jump off the bed, walked to the balcony and looked up at the sky, muttering softly: "Hey Kaka, you're not really going to the airport, are you?"
"Honestly, this is inappropriate." Cristiano lowered his voice. God knows how much he hated to say this, but he still said, "You will regret it..."
He knew it too well. Kaka had tried. They had all tried. They had tried hard. Even before his last game, he was still trying. He thought that maybe if they met once, just once, they would immediately understand that their hearts were so close to each other and would immediately return to the initial sweet state. But the final result was that he was in a hospital bed and couldn't even touch each other.
"Cris, don't look up, look down." After an unknown amount of time, Kaka's voice came from the other end of the line, "I won't be out of your reach. I promise you, I will always be within your reach for the rest of my life."
Chris looked down at the balcony in surprise, almost thinking he was hallucinating.
“Kaka!?”
God, this is so exciting! Cristiano felt his poor heart pounding. He ran out the door quickly, unable to believe his eyes!
"Cris!" Kaka suddenly hugged Cristiano who was running towards him. In his eyes, Cris seemed to have not changed at all, whether he was a young teenager or a brilliant man twenty years later.
He opened his arms and held the other tightly in his arms, their chests pressed tightly together. God knew how grateful he was for this loss and recovery.
"Cris, Cris, Cris..." Kaka held Cristiano's neck tightly. The hug was so strong that Cris thought he would be rubbed into the other's bones and blood.
"...Mine, it's mine..." Kaka knew that he must be crying like a child. He felt Chris holding his face in panic, but he couldn't hold back his tears.
He thought that all his tears had been shed during those ten years, but now he realized that it was because his heart came back to life.
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