football fight

Chapter 253

Chapter 253

"Kong Pengyu! Kong Pengyu! Can you sign me?" Several fans were on the same train as Kong Pengyu, and they saw Kong Pengyu when they got off the train.

Now his popularity is very high in the fan circle in Sichuan, and he is also regarded as a little hopeful star in the Sichuan football world.

When the holiday started, Kong Pengyu's first thing was to go home. The second day after returning to Rongcheng, he set off for home.

The family asked him to take his girlfriend home, but he was not affected by the worldly words, and he didn't tell Gu Jiaren.

Luo Xiyang, an old friend of Kong Pengyu, was waiting for him outside the station. When he saw Kong Pengyu approaching him surrounded by fans, he wanted to laugh at first, and then walked over with a serious face.

"Okay, okay! Please give way, everyone, I'm going to send the big star home!" Luo Xiyang pretended to be a bodyguard at the moment, acting as Kong Pengyu's guard.

There are always such lively people around Kong Pengyu, Gao Feijie and Xu Jundao at the club, and his friends for many years when they go home.

"Hahaha! Can I sell your information to earn some extra money in the future!" Luo Xiyang said with a smile and started the car.

He drove a Nissan commercial vehicle, which he used to buy goods for the store on weekdays, and he even took care of it briefly in order to pick up Kong Pengyu.

"How long has it been since you washed your car?" Seeing some garbage under his feet, Kong Pengyu couldn't help feeling that Luo Xiyang was still a bit sloppy.

"My friend, in order to pick you up, I did it on purpose." Luo Xiyang seemed to straighten his back while talking, "My car has never been this clean before."

Judging by the standards of friends, these two are close friends and bad friends. They can't understand each other but know each other's greatest strengths.

Joking along the way, Luo Xiyang sent Kong Pengyu to his home, and his grandparents were already waiting for him at the door.

"You're finally back! Yuyu, grandma misses you so much!" When seeing Kong Pengyu, his grandma burst into tears. She hadn't seen her grandson for a long time. The old man was a little emotional and hugged Kong Pengyu.

"My grandson is growing strong again. Usually, your team's food is pretty good!" His grandfather pinched Kong Pengyu's arm, remembering the head injury Kong Pengyu had suffered before, and reached out to touch his head. Does it hurt? Are there any sequelae of your brain injury?"

"It's okay, Grandpa, let's go upstairs first, it's quite cold outside." Kong Pengyu wiped the corners of his eyes, the emotions between family members are always moving.

"Okay." Grandpa Kong Pengyu said and looked at Luo Xiyang again, "Yangyang, every time you help us pick up Yuyu, you must eat here today!"

"No, no, I have to go to the store later, I'll help him get his things up first." Luo Xiyang said and Kong Pengyu went upstairs with the luggage.

It was already afternoon, and the winter sun shone through the windows into Kong Pengyu's home, making the room look very warm.

The arrangement of things in the house has not changed, the TV, sofa, and coffee table are still in their original positions, and the grandparents still clean the house very clean.

There are more things on the wall, a few posters of Kong Pengyu make this family look like a family with a strong affection for football.

For him, the family still made changes. Football, which almost made him lose it, has now become one of the hobbies of the family.

Kong Pengyu's parents are still at work. He and his grandma are sitting on the sofa, chatting and watching TV while his grandpa is already preparing dinner.

The feeling at home made him very comfortable, Kong Pengyu hadn't felt this way for a long time, everything was so familiar.

Thinking of his previous rebellion, he still doesn't regret leaving like breaking up with his mother back then, but he feels deep guilt in his heart.

"We're back!" Not long after, his parents came back, and it seemed that they had left work early.

"Son!" His father was very excited. Since his son became a player, he has been paying attention to him every day.

His mother stood behind, weeping silently without saying a word, looking tenderly at her son whom she had not seen for a long time.

Kong Pengyu walked up slowly, hugged her gently, and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong."

"Stupid son." His mother slapped him on the back lightly, tears rolled down his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The froze relationship between the two mothers and sons has been thawed, and there is no major enmity between them, just a little conflict.

"By the way!" His mother seemed to remember something, let go of Kong Pengyu, and wiped away her tears, "Where's your girlfriend?"

Football is not very good at watching restricted areas, but she has carefully studied the news about Kong Pengyu, not letting go of any details, not to mention the big news that hit the front page.

"The newcomer to the club welcomes the beauty back, but the beauty is actually the chairman of the club!" She remembered the headline of the news she saw at the time.

"She...she's not free." He was still immersed in emotion just now, but when his mother asked him this question, he was too embarrassed to speak.

Chatting about family affairs and the future, Kong Pengyu gradually entered the original rhythm of chatting, and everything remained the same.

Time flies, a season is over like this, each team has gained and lost, but no matter what, this end is not the complete end, this is the beginning of the next season.

On Zheng Qixiang's side, his son also returned home and had a stalemate with Zheng Yubao for several years. The stubborn temper of the two father and son made them always replace many things with silence when they were alone.

"How's the injury?" Zheng Qixiang remembered that in the last FA Cup final, when Zheng Yubao left the field, he walked very slowly.

Zheng Yubao turned his head and glanced at him. They were sitting on both ends of the sofa, not very close. He said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Then, the scene fell into silence again. Both of them had been players, and they couldn't perform such a lifeless performance on the court.

"Come here, let's eat some oranges first." Yu Sihui, Zheng Qixiang's wife, took the freshly bought fruit and sat between them.

"Why are these two gentlemen still fighting each other, can they be promising?" Yu Sihui handed each of them an orange while talking.

In the family, mothers always act as "mediators", and balancing family relationships is one of their special skills.

The two father and son still had nothing to say, they stared at the TV, and what was on the TV was Yu Sihui's favorite dating show that neither of them liked to watch.

"Saint Friedhom seems to want to buy someone who Tianhe failed to negotiate with." Zheng Yubao really felt that the show was too boring, and tried to find a topic to talk to Zheng Qixiang.

"Who? I haven't heard of it." Zheng Qixiang felt a sense of relief in his heart, and immediately replied to his son.

"I'm not sure either. I also heard from people in the team that someone from St. Fredom has contacted that player in the past few days. It should be a Japanese." Zheng Yubao said.

"Japanese?" Zheng Qixiang had a few images of Japanese players in his mind, but he was still not sure who they were.

(End of this chapter)