It should be a pleasure to see the legendary Debola, and anyone who sees a pleasing beauty standing in front of him will be relaxed.

But Debola's words made the dry smile on Glory's face freeze.

"Daddy, he'...... Probably won't be coming back here again. ”

Rongguang's brain stopped responding for a moment, and then he reacted, and he frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Debora ignored his questioning, and continued, her voice low and hoarse.

"Rong, I'm going to tell you something...... My dad, your agent, ...... in Germany"

Glory stared at Debora and saw that her lips were trembling violently, and a simple sentence seemed to be uttered with all her strength.

Seeing her like this, Rong Guang already had a bad premonition, and his heart was slowly sinking into the cold night like a winter sunset.

“…… In Germany, in Germany...... In Germany, encountering ...... Encounter...... Cart...... Car accident...... Go...... World ......"

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

The night came so suddenly.

Outside the window, the neon lights of the building opposite are lit up, and the colorful colors are reflected through the windows.

The logo of their home is reflected on the floor of the living room without the lights on.

Glory just stood in the dark, looking at Debora in the corridor opposite, dumbfounded.

The room was quiet except for the ticking of the second hand of the wall clock on the wall.

After a long time, Debora said again: "I came back to collect my father's relics......"

Her words were interrupted by Glory: "Where is he?" Where is Godot? ”

He just looked at Debora straight at him.

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Taxis weave slowly through the highway on a rainy night. Traffic in São Paulo was worse than usual because of the rain, and traffic in the city center was paralyzed, and the taxi driver slapped the horn on the steering wheel, but the honking of the car was quickly drowned out by the sound of other more horns.

Ahead, there is a patch of red brake lights.

"This damn rain! It's going to be a non-stop! The taxi driver cursed.

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

After these two people got in the car, they didn't make any sound except for the girl who reported her destination.

The roar came from behind, and then a helicopter passed very low in the air, just above everyone's heads, and the blue-white body was like a noble and elegant elf. While everyone was waiting anxiously, it flew lightly over the traffic jam and flew away.

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

Glory also noticed the helicopter.

Looking at the helicopter that was moving away, he thought of the scene when he and Godot came out of the neighborhood where Fabiano lived, and he also saw a helicopter in the car.

"There's a rich man off work."

Godot's voice seemed to ring in his ears.

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

Oh, as Debora said, Godot has ...... He's dead.

If you are dead, how can you die?

Such a good person only talked to him on the phone, and encouraged himself to step up his practice and show a better performance in the game to attract the attention of European teams...... How can I hear from him again, that is, he is dead?

Death is so strange and distant.

But how did it happen to me?

There is something unrealistic about Glory.

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Debora took Glory to a cemetery that belonged to a church, where her father had temporarily deposited it.

After going through the formalities, the staff took out a black box for the two people.

Debora held the box and said to Rongguang: "It was too bad, so it burned to ashes." I brought it back from Germany. ”

Her voice was low and she had little strength. Because every word she says, it's like looking back on the scene she went through. In the German hospital morgue, the body bag was opened in the cold air, revealing his father's pale, barely recognizable face, which he couldn't believe was her father if it weren't for the familiar wedding ring on his hand...... This scene she will never forget.

Glory took the urn from her hand.

It's amazing, how could that big fat man of more than 200 pounds fit into such a small box?

On the way here, he still didn't quite believe that Godot was really dead, and now looking at the box, he still didn't believe Godot was dead.

Ever since he came to Brazil, he has always been surrounded by the smiling fat man. He went to China to find himself, told him that he could make money playing football, and then brought himself to Brazil, looking for teams everywhere to take him in, taking care of his own diet and daily life, that is, an agent, a driver, or a nanny......

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

He felt that his future agent should always be Godot.

The two of them have a tacit understanding.

Now Godot has turned to ashes and is lying in this box.

It's ...... Unbelievable.

※※※

On the car back, Rongguang and Debora were also silent.

The rain is still falling, the roads are still congested, and the taxi drivers are still cursing the bad weather and traffic jams.

Back at home, Glory finally said to Debola, "I still don't believe ......"

With that, he locked himself in his bedroom.

Debora stood in the doorway, then slowly leaned against the doorframe of her room.

If Glory doesn't believe it, how can she believe it?

Although every time she and her father call would end in a quarrel, although she often thought that her father was too lenient, she was twenty-one years old, and she was still a three-year-old child......

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

Mom died of a serious illness at an early age, and her father raised her alone.

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

Suddenly, she shuddered.

In autumn, on a cold rainy night, the chill enveloped her body.

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

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

"Daddy......"

In the darkness, she murmured.

※※※

When Glory's biological clock woke him up at five o'clock, Glory rolled over from the bed and sat up.

He felt that he had a nightmare, dreaming that Godot had died in a car accident in Germany, and he did not know if Godot's daughter Debora had told him about it.

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

He dresses and opens the door, revealing that Godot's bedroom and Debola's bedroom doors are closed, as usual.

Yes, it must have been a dream, a terrible nightmare. But the good thing is...... It's a dream, it's just a dream.

Glory re-tied the sandbag to his legs, strapped the soccer ball on his back, and went out the door.

The rain is still falling, not heavy, still dripping. If you don't spend a lot of time outdoors, you may not even need an umbrella.

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

Glory ran against the wind, and the cold rain was blown on his face by the wind, and he had to squint.

He ran all the way into the lakeside park.

After a brief warm-up, he took the football out of his backpack and threw it on the ground, after which he began to run laps on the boulevard with the football.

He is now so adept at dribbling the ball that he no longer needs to be controlled by a two-metre net tied to his ankles. He can dribble the ball very skillfully.

But something is wrong with today's situation.

Glory with the ball, and thought of that nightmare.

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

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 over the soccer ball he had kicked out, and fell to the ground with a forward pounce.

The elbow was rubbed through the skin, oozing blood, there was also a scratch on the knee, and the palm of the hand was pressed to the ground, which was a little painful.

But he didn't care about any of the glory, and he rolled over and sat down on the damp and cold ground.

Godot appeared beside him, carrying a plastic bag in his hand.

"Even if it's special training, there's no need to be so scary as having to get bruises all over your body. Take it. ”

With that, he threw the plastic bag over.

Rongguang hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

But nothing slammed into his bosom, and he stretched out his palm and pressed it on, and he didn't grasp anything, only the cold rain fell, diluting the dirty water in his hand.

Glory takes the lead to see again, where is there Godot?

"Godot, that's a little silly......"

"You're meant to be a fool!"

Glory looked up at the sky and let the fine raindrops fall on his face, and this time he didn't squint, but his eyes widened, and he could see the rain dripping from the sky, connecting into fine white lines.

Hit him in the face and drip into his eyes.

He blinked, and the rain spilled out of his eye sockets again, sliding down his cheeks.

yes, how can it be a dream? So real...... How could it be a dream?

Godot, is he really dead......

The one who drove himself to training every day, picked himself up and took him home, cooked for himself, took care of his own life, and worked as a sparring partner for himself, when he was injured because of special training, he would anxiously yell at himself, saying that he was against it, but he still bought himself a pair of protective gear after the end...... will never be able to return to his home in Brazil.

It can only lie in the narrow box, which is temporarily stored in the cemetery's administration, waiting to be buried in the earth.

There is a tombstone with his name engraved on it, and a bouquet of flowers.

Then when the flowers withered and were blown away by the wind, they were gradually forgotten by time.

Bastard Godot, you haven't taken me to Europe yet, you don't mean what you say!