[Football] The beast is coming

"My God! It's so hard! Then you must eat something good today."

This tactful and even selfish man is sincerely grateful for the help of Dylan's family.Especially when this help is completely unrequited, but they still pay attention to using methods such as charging a certain interest on Rod Marty's bursary to maintain the self-esteem of the Messi family, it is even more commendable.

The Dylan family is already forever friends of the Macy's family, and the old Macy is even willing to give his little loyalty that has been honed by reality.

His distress for Dylan is also completely sincere.

It was precisely because of the sincere concern in his eyes that Dylan couldn't feel disgusted with this guy who interrupted Alan's rare frankness.

Dylan rejected the old Macy's offer to take Alan from him, but thanked him for his concern with a smile, and accepted the old Macy without any exception, "I will definitely bring a big basket of potato cakes tomorrow, my God, you It really needs a good mending, and before following the doctor's orders to take care of the body, dear Ms. Rosa, I want to let Master Dylan enjoy a snack of his own liking. It's not a big deal." Kindness.

Dylan really missed the kind of potato cakes made by Ms. Celia that tasted like Aisha.

Second only to Alain and Lynn's "Brazilian" BBQ.

He put Alan on the massage table, and before starting the massage, he spared his hands to rub the hairs of Alan and Little Leo, asking respectively:

"Alan, I miss Lynn's cooking too! A roast with lots of chilies and cumin, or whatever."

It wasn't until after he was put down that he realized that he was actually stared at by Alan, who was being hugged by a princess who was not as tall as his shoulders, but the boy who was actually very soft-hearted when he was treating his friends still hummed and nodded in agreement.

"Little sister, a basket of potato cakes is not enough for me! You have to help old Mr. Macy carry an extra basket."

Little Messi had no objection to this, he just looked enviously at Dylan kneading Alan.

I don't think Dylan can do better than the physiotherapists, but I just envy Alan and Dylan for having an interaction that Dylan never gave him.

In this regard, Alan's ears are quietly red again Smith Junior said:

"That's a matter of course. Don't think I met this kid a little later than you, but I'm the man who pulled this kid out of the winter river!"

Messi and his son were taken aback when they heard about this for the first time, and Dylan nodded silently out of a mentality that even he himself couldn't understand for a while:

"Yeah! Thanks to Alan for pulling me out of the river...I thought I had met the Sun God."

When he was picked up by Alan just now, the feeling was not obvious, and he even thought it was a small trouble, which almost made him a murderer or something.

But as the boy gradually showed his warmth and thoughtfulness hidden behind "I'm super fierce", especially during the three months in the silent deep sea, every time I think back to the boy's warmth off the court and his vigorous fighting on the court. meaning……

Dylan felt more and more that this energetic young man must be the best gift Tini gave him for fulfilling her last wish.

The silver-haired Apollo she sent him made him eager to get rid of the loneliness of the deep sea, unable to bear the temper to enjoy the roaring westerly wind and huge waves, but it also allowed him to be in the loneliness of the deep sea. With his warm smile and burning eyes, even kicking small stones seemed to be amusing.

After all, it is very likely that the boy kicked a similar kick at the same moment.

The silver-haired Apollo seems to be able to cast sunlight into the cold and dark deep sea.

Dylan's overly blunt praise made the boy with red ears proud and shy at the same time, and his earlobes became even redder to the point of bleeding.

Only the eyes are still burning with vigor.

Dylan laughed loudly and let go of the ankle he was holding, and kissed the boy several times on the cheek, very close to the earlobe.

The onlookers who understood Alan as Dylan's savior were very calm about this. There are also more intimate interactions between friends of the same sex in the West. As long as the relationship is close enough or the timing is good enough, no one will have more associations.

What's more, it was just a small intimacy between a child and a teenager.

In fact, Messi and his son could not wait to rush forward and kiss Alan hard.

Even if you don't think about how to solve the dilemma faced by little Messi if Dylan has an accident, Dylan is the most cherished friend and the cutest child.

Who would be willing to have an accident with such a child?

Who wouldn't be grateful for the well-meaning person who saved that child from a terrible accident?

Messi and his son are definitely not the only ones who have refreshed their understanding of Alan, but no one would lean over to do anything at such a time.

Frank and Ricardo have already left under the hospitality of Ms. Rosa. They are more used to enjoying the services of physical therapists indoors, and they understand the sticky friendship between children.

The official meeting with Xiaodong's family was not in a hurry.

Little Messi, who had been very excited before and wanted to talk more with his little friend whom he had not seen for a long time, was also very quiet now, and did not rush into the topic of Dylan and Alan.

Instead, Alan turned the topic to him first:

"What little sister head?"

The little guy is pretty cute, but the little sister?

Alan looked at the little guy's rather refreshing hair, and really couldn't understand where the nickname came from.

Only then did Dylan take a closer look at Little Messi's hairstyle——

God knows, it wasn't that he didn't pay attention to Little Pudding at all, it's just that he paid more attention to his complexion, height, hair style, etc., and a guy with a straight thinking like Dylan couldn't notice it.

His own haircut felt prickly when he just washed his neck (after all, he hadn’t cut it in March), and then he used Yuanli to condense it on his nails, then pushed it a few times at will, and put out a very casual ultra-short cut. .

He's such a straight guy, at least aesthetically.

But no matter how straight a man's aesthetics is, he also has eyes.

Alan deliberately brought it up, and Dylan took a closer look and found that the little sister's head was not the little sister's head.

The half-length hair that was originally ear-to-shoulder was cut to about an inch, and the ears and neck were deliberately thinned and shortened. The bangs were a little longer, but they didn't cover the eyebrows like before. Slightly combed to one side, the whole person already looks like a rather refreshing little handsome guy.

It's no longer the little sister's head look like before.

Dylan shrugged indifferently:

"Oh, then it's not Little Sister's head, it's just Little Pudding."

He casually rolled his own ultra-short length,

"I think men's hair can actually be shorter. For example, like me, you don't need to wash your hair specially. You can just wipe it with you when you take a shower."

Alan "haha" his face:

"Can you call that a hairstyle? You just pushed it with a razor, right? Look, the hairstyle I made this month is what's trending!"

As he spoke, he proudly touched his hairstyle which was still intact even after such a toss. However, Dylan, who had previously praised people as the sun god Apollo, said frankly:

"I can't see the difference at all. It's all the same, saying that hedgehogs are not like hedgehogs, saying that pineapples are not like pineapples...but I like the four different little points."

As Dylan spoke, he stretched out his hand to rub the haircut that Alan had deliberately grabbed, well, it really is a little pointy.

Alan slapped his hand off and stared:

"After touching your stinky feet, touch my head!"

Dylan: "The stinky feet are your stinky feet too. I've never seen anyone dislike me so much."

As he said that, he actually lowered his head to sniff, which shocked Alan so quickly that he shrank his feet:

"Can you be more particular! Please, can you be a little burdened by a rich man!"

Dylan snorted:

"Can you stop being so particular! Please be a little manly, please! Don't be a bitch! You don't do that in the locker room, do you? What do people call you? Lady Alan?"

These two guys fight each other every day, but Dylan seems to be a little bit harsher this time.

Alan jumped up all of a sudden, and punched him directly.

He didn't slap his face, and he didn't use the strength and accuracy that an amateur boxer should have, but he wasn't as soft as before.

No matter how ignorant Dylan is, he could tell that Alan was indeed a little angry at the moment from the fist wind brushing against his ears, and he immediately raised his hand in surrender shamelessly:

"Okay, Alan, you are the most manly man! You are my Apollo, how can Apollo not be a man? You are too manly, I am jealous, I talk nonsense, okay?"

He shook the ankle he held in his hand twice:

"It's okay to beat me up, as long as you don't think your hand hurts. But such a big move, if you accidentally twist your foot, it won't be worth it!"

Well, I don't dislike his stinky feet at all, probably the guy in front of me is the only one.

Alan lay down again angrily.

The conversation between the two was in English, and the speed of speech was too fast. Messi and his son could not fully hear clearly, but they were not going to explore the details of the pair's playfulness.

After Little Macy finished the recovery massage, the father and son left.

Dylan stretched out a paw and waved it twice, not forgetting to tell:

"Remember my hash browns!"

Little Messi also turned around and waved his paws, with a big smile on his face:

"Got it! Two big baskets that are guaranteed to be full!"