Chapter 20 Fanwai 2014, do you want to make a bet?

I will always remember that summer in 2014. In May 2014, I became one of the unemployed.In June, a friend asked me to work part-time at his bar.He was worried about the shortage of manpower after the start of the World Cup, so he specially asked me to help out. Anyway, I am "idle and idle".In view of the good part-time salary, I agree to accept a one-month jet lag reversal.When I, a person who has no idea about the World Cup, realizes that most of the start time is from 0:00 to 6:00, I can't help but feel "cheated". Errands! At 6 o'clock in the morning on June 16, when the whistle blew for Argentina's first group match, the door of the bar was pushed open.I tried my best to hold up my eyelids, and said weakly: "Welcome."

A chuckle floated in my ear, I saw his appearance clearly, and suddenly woke up. The man who came in had a good-looking face, which made me straighten my clothes and hair subconsciously.He wore a white T-shirt and beige trousers, in crisp summer resort style. "A martini." The voice is also very nice. I happily mixed a martini for him, and felt that the sudden bartending training finally came in handy.He was completely different from the group of Argentine fans who occupied the best viewing position early. He actually sat across from me and slowly drank that glass of wine.From his posture, I judge that he should not be a fan, at least not an Argentine fan. Although Argentina leads Bosnia and Herzegovina by one goal at the moment, how can a real fan be so calm?But if it's not a fan, who would come to drink early in the morning?Drunkards don't feel so refreshed!I kept speculating on all kinds of possibilities, so as to drive away the "sleepy bugs" who came to make trouble from time to time.

When the group of fans in front shouted "Messi", "Di Maria" and "Aguero", he would turn his head to look at the big screen, and I could appreciate his profile - straight nose, beautiful lines jaw. Such a man must have been admired by many girls in his youth.I also have a similar shadow in my memory. The boy in the next class has handsome features and a clean and gentle smile in the sun, which makes my heart flutter. I shook my head, crush is the most miserable experience in the world.Your entire world revolves around this person, and his world has nothing to do with you. The frustration of being powerless and unable to communicate is worse than being unemployed.Looking at the big screen in front of me, I secretly thought it was ridiculous. It turned out that I had already cultivated to the point where I could laugh at myself.

When Messi scored, the Argentine fans in front of them slapped the table, jumped and shouted, excited like a festival.The man in front of me watched their carnival with cold eyes, and suddenly said to me: "Do you think that fans are the most unreasonable creatures in the world?" "Huh?" I never expected that he would talk to me, and I panicked all of a sudden.Seriously, this man is not only good-looking, he also has a strange attractiveness, I don't know why, it's just that my heart is beating hard. "How can someone like a team that has nothing to do with him for decades?" He seemed to ask me, and seemed to be talking to himself, the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of sarcasm.

I smiled and didn't answer. I like it, I don't need a reason. On the same night, no, at midnight on June 17, I saw him again, still a Martini.The opponents in this game are Germany and Portugal. Is he here for football?Or simply "want a drink"? Compared with the game in the morning, the game between Germany and Portugal was obviously much better. Even I couldn't help cheering for the German team's goal.He looked at me, twitched his mouth, and said with a smile, "Are you a German fan?" I shook my head, "I support whichever team scores more goals. My preference is very practical."

"A realist is the person who is most loyal to himself, and the world least needs romanticism." He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and raised his eyes to me: "May I?" I brought an ashtray and put it in front of him. His finger holding the cigarette was slender and fair, and it fit my ideal boyfriend type in every way.I bit my lip, feeling a bit eager to try. "You'd better give up." Maybe the expression betrayed me, anyway, he saw through my ambition, and refused in a cold tone, "I have someone I like." I rolled my eyes, I can't bear the way other people feel good about themselves, and I immediately forgot the unreasonable thoughts I had a minute ago. "It's such a coincidence that I also have someone I like."

He ignored me and turned to watch the game between Germany and Portugal.On the screen, Ronaldo looked up to the sky helplessly, as if he was complaining to God why his "teammate like a pig" was Portuguese?Destiny has long been fixed, it is not yours, and you can't get it even if you try your best. The fifteen minutes of the intermission was the busiest moment for me, and I handed out a full glass of beer.He sat there quietly, letting the people around him come and go, calmly sipping that glass of martini that seemed to last forever. He did not speak, and I also remained silent.This area of ​​the bar is like another space in the parallel world, independent of this time and space.

The score between the German team and Portugal was finally fixed at 4:0. When the final whistle sounded, he put down his wine glass, and pushed me a one-hundred-dollar card just like in the morning, "There is no need to look for it." I sincerely hope that there will be more generous guests like him. "Thank you." I returned a smile. "There is a butterfly on your face." He looked at me with a flat tone, unaware of the lethality of these words. I raised my left hand and covered half of my face with the palm.Since I was a child, the birthmark under my left eye has equated me with the "ugly monster". Children's ridicule is always simple and rude. They don't understand the world of adults full of lies, so they are so straightforward that it makes people feel cruel.I loathe my face, no matter how hard I scrub it, the "dirty stuff" is always there.

Until that day, a boy pointed at me and said, "There is a butterfly on her face." Like a ray of light, it shone straight into my world. Sometimes, you like someone, and the reason is often so simple. "You are the second person to say that." I said to him.Because after hearing it once, everything loses meaning after that. He nodded thoughtfully, "The first person, where is it now?" "This bar belongs to him." For some reason, I confided my biggest secret to a strange man.The thousands of times hidden in the heart, the way to people is nothing but ordinary words.

He gave me a deep look, "If Argentina and Germany meet in the final, I will tell you a story." I quickly judged whether he had ulterior motives, but when I thought about his righteous refusal just now, I felt that this move was definitely not suspected of "pick up girls", and he didn't look like someone who would do unnecessary things. I replied, "I'm looking forward to it." The World Cup is going on day by day according to the schedule. The German team swept Brazil 7:1 and advanced to Maracana. After a boring 0:0, Argentina eliminated the Oranje 4:2 through penalty kicks and entered the final.Watching the scene of the Argentine fans celebrating the victory, I suddenly thought of the man who appeared almost a month ago.As he wished, Germany and Argentina really met in the final, will he come again?

The final will be on July 14, at 3:00 a.m. Beijing time.Rio de Janeiro used to be a city I yearned for, just because someone vowed to go to Monte Cristo one day to see the statue of Jesus and embrace the sunset, I silently remembered it in my heart.More than once, I have fantasized about walking around the world with him one day, holding hands, like lovers everywhere. Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.This popular joke is often used by me to laugh at myself.What I imagined cannot become reality. The main reason why he asked me to come to the bar to help was because he bought the World Cup tickets, the group stage plus a 1/8 knockout match.He went to Recife, Fortaleza, and Manaus, three cities I had never heard of, and the last stop was Rio de Janeiro.I looked at the photos he posted in Moments. After all, he went to Monte Cristo and took a photo with the statue of Jesus with tourists from all over the world. I'm a bystander, and I've always understood that. However, I never regret meeting him. At three o'clock in the morning, the man walked into the bar with light steps.Seeing him, I couldn't help but think of the line in "Casablanca", "There are so many bars in the world, but she just walked into mine." He went straight to the bar, sat down in front of me, and ordered a martini like he had done a month ago. "I thought you forgot about this." I pushed the wine glass in front of him, "Unexpectedly, both Germany and Argentina have entered the final." Counting from the group stage, there are a total of six trials, and they can enter the Maracana Stadium to compete Teams in the Gold Cup are not easy, and any mistake may ruin the championship dream.In 2014, Germany and Argentina each won half, and the other half belonged to only one winner tonight. He picked up the cup, "Do you know when these two teams competed for the championship last time? In 1990, it's been 24 years." His expression looked a bit sad, I think He may really be a fan, but he has been sad too many times in the past 24 years, so he deliberately behaved calmly and calmly. "1990, I was two years old." I counted on my fingers, secretly glad that I have not yet entered the "30th year". "I know a girl who has supported the Argentine team since the 1990 World Cup." He turned his face and glanced at the screen, and the broadcast camera was aimed at Messi. Ya." "I don't understand football." I smiled in embarrassment. Even after passively watching the World Cup for a month, I still didn't understand what "offside" meant. "Is this girl a character in the story?" He was noncommittal, "That year, a boy bet her that Germany or Argentina would win the World Cup. Of course she chose Argentina, but the Germans won the Hercules Cup." "Then how much did she lose?" He glanced at me contemptuously, as if I'd asked an utterly stupid question.I could tell that the man with an extraordinary bearing on the opposite side had automatically classified me as a "philistine" with an expression of "I don't want to talk to you".Seeing that I had no intention of repenting and apologizing, he was silent for nearly a minute before revealing the answer helplessly: "She has lost fifteen years." He told a story about the entanglement of three people during fifteen long years.To be honest, this handsome man is not a good storyteller. His narration is messy, and everything is trivial, but I still listen to it with fascination. All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence.I met myself in someone else's story, the woman whose name even means "farewell". Her fifteen years were like a silent movie shown in front of me, and every scene seemed familiar.Maybe the person you have a crush on has done similar stupid things, for him, thousands of times without complaint or regret. He finished his story, and neither of us spoke for several minutes.On the big screen in front, the score between Germany and Argentina was still 0:0. The fans of both sides were obviously suffering, and no one even came to refill the cup during the intermission. "Are you Pei Shangxuan or Liu Qianren?" I broke the silence and asked straightforwardly. "I'm sorry, but I refuse to be a character in this story." The corner of his mouth was raised lightly, his brows and eyes were full of disdain and mockery, "I don't have any tendency to masochistic." His statement was not convincing, but he made it clear that he would not let me pursue it.It doesn't matter who he is, I'm more concerned about another thing: "Li Li, is she watching this game? Does she still like Argentina?" He turned his head, and the CCTV broadcast shot cut to the sidelines, and a sunset just happened to be embraced by Jesus on Monte Cristo.Angle, timing, weather, all kinds of conditions combine together, and Rio dedicates a grand and beautiful sunset to the whole world.My eyes looked to the front, and the guy I liked was sitting among the Argentine fans, looking up at the screen like everyone else.At this moment, all the people were deeply shocked by this picture, appreciating it quietly and holding their breath. He and I finally fulfilled our long-cherished wish in the same time and space.He turned around in the crowd and seemed to glance in my direction. "She is so determined, how could she give up?" The man in front of him had finished his drink, but the outcome of the competition was still a mystery.The bet between Germany and Argentina, Pei Shangxuan and Li Li, this time will eventually decide the winner. "Twenty-four years, I hope she can win." In the last sentence, I heard the emotion in his voice. When he left, Higuain, who missed a one-handed goal in the first half, was replaced. The broadcast camera scanned every face on and off the field, even though they were wearing different jerseys, they had the same nervous and anxious expression on their faces.Can Li Li's beloved Argentina win the heavy gold cup this time? Until the end, I still didn't understand why this strange man walked into this bar and why he told me such a story.But these are not important, he let me understand that I am not Li Li! Migratory birds fly to the warmth, and butterflies will also fly across the sea in search of wintering places, even if this migration journey does not return.We all long to find someone who will be warm for the rest of our lives. I took out my mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to the bar owner sitting in front who was blatantly lazy: Hey, Germany VS Argentina, do you want to make a bet?