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Chapter 672 Tongs

Chapter 672 Tongs

"What I want to say is of course...of course...you are welcome!"

Under the watchful eyes of the drinkers, Naduo, who was still awe-inspiring before, has now completed a perfect transformation from a steel tough guy to a dog leg. With a flattering smile on his face, he hugged Fan Bizhuang warmly and flatteringly. , The sincerity in the eyes really makes everyone feel ashamed.

"Ha, Fan is my best friend! The person I admire the most is Fan! There are many people with good character, and there are also many people who play football well, but people with good character and good football, then But there are very few of them! Coincidentally, Fan is such a person!"

"You don't know how much I miss you during your absence. I dream of you almost every night. I dream that we are reunited in the Tongs bar. I dream that we have a good drink... Now , the dream has finally come true! I'm so... so happy!"

"Fan, I am your most staunch supporter! I told everyone just now that I don't care what others think of tomorrow's game, but personally, I will definitely wear the white jersey and go to the Nou Camp Cheers to you from the stadium!"

Naduo's crackling is a lot of rhetoric. This earth-shattering remark can be said to be a shattered lens. Not to mention the dumbfounded drinkers, even Naduo's hardcore followers are ashamed to see The appearance of a person.

Regardless of shamelessness, shamelessness, the entire Tongs bar, we only serve you!

"Well done Nado! You are the brazenest guy on our 43rd block!"

"Nado, you can change your face. It's a pity that you don't go to China to study Sichuan opera!"

"I suddenly wanted to laugh, don't ask me why, because...Na Duo is so shameless! Why didn't I realize that this guy is so talented?"

Whistles and laughter sounded in the whole bar instantly, but Nadeau was not ashamed but proud, and ignored the drinkers who mocked him, just hugging Fan Bizhuang tightly, the "sincere and fiery" moment Never moved away.

"..."

Fan Bizhuang was also quite speechless. He could hear Nado's outbursts clearly after he entered the door, but he didn't expect that the domineering bald bastard in the past had practiced it during the time he left. His invincible thick-skinned kung fu made him dumbfounded.

Pushing Naduo away with a look of disgust, Fan Bizhuang took two steps forward, and was about to say something to the drinkers who were all looking at him, when the crowd burst into excited and warm shouts.

"Fan! Our Fan is back!"

"Hey, isn't this guy the little bartender of our Tongs? Ha, I thought he would be reluctant to return to this small place after he became a big star? Now it seems that he hasn't forgotten about us!"

"Nelson, you shameless old drinker, why don't you talk nonsense to me, our Fan is back, come on, give us a laugh!"

"Hahaha! Fan, welcome back!"

Everyone was surprised and excited by Fan Bizhuang's sudden appearance. Some people had already walked up, some were yelling and whistling, and some raised their wine glasses towards him, laughing loudly. Take a full sip.

Familiar faces, familiar voices, familiar demeanor, all the bits and pieces of the past here come to mind at this moment, looking at the sincere smiling faces, Fan Bizhuang suddenly feels that he seems to have never left here .

Catalonia is big, and so is Barcelona. In this city, he is as small as a drop of water in the sea, never attracting attention.

But in Tongs, he left his traces very clearly. He grew up here, worked here, and laughed and scolded with old friends here. The whole city, only here, is his home.

Fidel came up wearing an apron, and he handed Fan Bizhuang a glass full of beer.

"Welcome back, Van."

Fan Bizhuang nodded to him with a smile, then raised his glass to the drinkers in the lobby.

"I'm back, guys!"

"So, cheers!"

Fan Bizhuang said so, raised his hand, raised his head, and the golden liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach.

There was another burst of cheers and applause in the bar, and then the drinkers also raised their glasses.

"cheers!"

"To the return of our Fan, cheers!"

……

Almost half an hour later, Fan Bizhuang was sitting at the bar of the bar, with a refilled glass of beer in front of him. Fidel was sitting at the bar, resting his chin on his hand, talking with Fan Bizhuang with a smile .

From time to time, drinkers came over, patted Fan Bizhuang on the shoulder, or scratched his head, and there were also guests who just came to the bar. When they saw the young man sitting by the bar, their eyes lit up and they were excited. Come or talk, or hug, enjoy the joy of reunion.

"Look, although you are no longer working here, everyone has not forgotten you, and everyone misses you very much."

Fidel also poured himself a glass of beer. While drinking, he smiled and watched Fan Bizhuang hug and chat with the drinkers.

After seeing off an old friend who came up for a hug, Fan Bizhuang turned around and took a sip from his wine glass, shaking his head and smiling, "I haven't forgotten this place, big guy. You know, Fidel, I'm here I grew up. Many things are forever engraved in my bones."

Fidel nodded and said with a smile: "I guess you may come back to Tongs this time to have a look. I thought you would come after the game, but you came before the game."

"I'm back home, and I don't come to see the big guy first. I always feel a little bit wrong. I can't wait." Fan Bizhuang responded, and glanced at the drinkers who cast their eyes here from time to time. They were chatting with great interest, and the protagonist of the conversation was naturally Fan Bizhuang who had returned to Tongs, "This place is still the same as before, nothing has changed. Everyone looks good."

"Of course there will be no change. Tongs Bar has been such a harmonious and lively place for decades. The people living here have long been used to coming here every night to sit, chat, and drink a pint of beer. You You know, Mr. Puerta doesn't care if the bar is profitable, it's just that for him and for us, this is our home, our father, us, and our children will be here in the future. Tongs is here to stay and stay open."

Fidel spoke calmly, and Fan Bizhuang nodded in agreement as if feeling something.

Maybe decades ago, maybe 100 years ago, Tongs bar was originally opened to make a profit, but as the Puerta family's business grew, the money that a small bar could make seemed less so. important.But the members of the Puel family still passed on this bar, because this is where their family started, and it is also the place where people here place their deep feelings. People are used to drinking and chatting here, relaxing, Relieve the fatigue of the day, and their children, their descendants, have already become a part of this place after being influenced by their ears and eyes since childhood.

No matter what job you are doing or what status you are outside, but when you enter Tongs, everyone can remove the mask of hypocrisy. Here, everyone is just a very ordinary member of this family, and everyone is... a family.

Fan Bizhuang breathed a sigh of relief, and had a relaxed conversation with Fidel, while Fidel also talked with Fan Bizhuang about the new things in the city with a smile, as well as the recent situation of Tongs bar, and the wine The embarrassing incidents caused by the guests, such as Uncle Nelson sleeping in the garbage dump all night after being drunk, such as when Nado was wandering on the street, but unfortunately met the plainclothes police patrolling the street, and Candos, he Because I forgot the wedding anniversary with my wife, I was fined to kneel at the door of the house and hold my ears all night...

Fan Bizhuang also told Fidel about his recent situation and some trivial things in his life.

This pair of old friends shared every bit of life and interesting things about life, just like before, just chatting, plain and warm.

But the time together is destined to be short. Fan Bizhuang cannot stay here all night. Fidel also understands this. After all, Fan Bizhuang is now a professional player. There is a game the next day, so he has to go back to the hotel , stay with his teammates.

Before saying goodbye, Fidel talked to Fan Bizhuang about football for the first time.

"How are you preparing? Are you confident in tomorrow's game?"

Fan Bizhuang nodded and said with a smile, "Of course."

"That's good." Fidel nodded and waved his hand. "Then I wish you good luck for tomorrow's game. Goodbye, Fan. Remember, come back often."

Fan Bizhuang stood up, nodded to Fidel, turned around and waved goodbye to the drinkers: "Guys, see you next time."

The drinkers raised their glasses again in response.

"See you next time, Fan!"

"Come back often, Fan!"

"Fan, good luck tomorrow."

When the hustle and bustle gradually calmed down, and the wind chimes at the door were still swaying, making a crisp tinkling sound, Fan Bizhuang's figure had disappeared into the night.

"I really didn't expect that Fan would return to Tongs the day before the game."

"Anyway, it's a great pleasure to see Fan again."

"Actually, I planned to continue to support Barcelona, ​​but...it doesn't matter if I change sides every now and then. Ha, I don't support Real Madrid, I support...Fan."

"Anyway, most of us won't go to the scene. In the bar, even if all of us wear Real Madrid jerseys, we don't have to worry about being beaten up by Barcelona fans. Haha!"

"It stands to reason that Fan is our own, and I should support him, but... I still think that we should cheer for our team."

"Whatever you want! Anyway, no matter what you think, I have decided that as long as Fan comes here to compete, I will only support him!"

The drinkers started arguing again about who they should support tomorrow, but Naduo, who had disappeared since Fan Bizhuang's arrival, ran out from nowhere.

And the appearance of his re-appearance made all the drinkers twitch.

"Where's Fan? Where's Fan? Damn it, am I late, and Fan actually left? Sigh..."

Nadeau, wearing a white No. 23 Real Madrid jersey, yelled regretfully in the bar lobby, as if he was annoyed that Fan Bizhuang hadn't seen his act of showing loyalty.

Seeing the stunned faces of the drinkers, Nado laughed triumphantly.

"If you didn't see it, you didn't see it. Anyway, I can take a picture of my clothes with my mobile phone and send it to Fan. Ha, he will know that I am his best friend, and I am the one who supports him the most. !"

"..."

The drinkers were speechless again, completely defeated by Nadeau's shamelessness.

(End of this chapter)