They shook their heads and didn’t believe that Changsheng would do anything to steal trophies.

"It’s often the head coach of the team. He won this trophy and he is renewing his contract with the team. What is he doing stealing the trophy when he has nothing to do?"
"I also feel strange … judging from the damage to the door, it is very violent to invade directly. Would the thief choose such a stupid way?"
"In addition, trophies should generally be placed in the honor room. If thieves are there, they will also look for trophies. But I have just visited the honor room, where the traces are not intact … So how can thieves know that the trophies are in the general manager’s office of the club and not somewhere else?"
Moscow listened to these policemen’s analysis of the case, and the more they listened, the more frightened they became.
These people are not the kui is a professional ah, with logical loopholes have been quick to analyze the real situation …
He suddenly felt panic.
He doesn’t want people to know that he put the trophy in his office. Of course, he didn’t take the trophy for himself, but he will be in his office instead of the honor room. It’s hard to make people think.
He regrets it now. Maybe he shouldn’t call the police …
He tried to stink, but he was going to stink himself first.
……
Changsheng sat on the sunny street and put the trophy. The black handbag was placed beside him at will, which made people think that it was the most important trophy in the history of Hertha Club.
He is watching Jonathan write this letter to himself in mottled shadows.
The handwriting is crooked, and there are many grammatical mistakes. It is also difficult to understand. He can guess the general meaning from the text.
"Hello, I often decided to write to you after Hertha reached the final of the King’s Cup, because I don’t know if I will have a chance to tell you something. You told me to believe in miracles and stick to it, but it’s a pity that my body knows that I don’t know if I can stick to the final …"
"When I was very young, I was in poor health. My mother said that I almost never got sick. Most of the time, I could sit at home and lie on the windowsill and watch my peers play football together … I envy them because they have healthy bodies and can run as much as they want. I can’t, but I really like football … Then I found a new direction, that is, to be a football coach. I don’t think football coaches need me to run around chasing the ball, do they?"
"I look forward to becoming an excellent football coach. At that time, I paid attention to the coaches on the sidelines. My eyes were no longer the stars of the stadium. I observed those coaches imitating them and being coaches. Isn’t it cool to be the first to move? ….. I dreamed about what would happen to me when I became a coach … until I got leukemia, I didn’t know what would be me. I prayed to the emperor every day and asked him what would be me, but the emperor never answered me. Maybe he was too busy because the world didn’t know how many people prayed to him every day … After knowing that I had leukemia, I once believed in miracles and woke up to find that I was dreaming or misdiagnosed in the hospital. But with various changes in my body, I finally abandoned the naive idea of believing in miracles.
"It was the darkest time of my life-is it ridiculous for me to say so? My life is only ten years. Can’t we talk about’ life’? But at that time, I just felt that the whole world was gray, and I lost interest in everything, which was even life. Sometimes I thought it was a good thing to die until I decided to write a letter to the newspaper and tell them my last wish … "
"I am very grateful to you for bringing the team to see me. That day was the happiest day after my illness, but I forgot where I heard it. Maybe it was because they said that good times are always short … but I still want to thank you for letting me believe in miracles again, even if it is short … I suddenly don’t want to die …"
It’s hard to guess that the scribbled notes can’t be called "words", but Chang Sheng may imagine that Jonathan wrote this letter as if he were suffering from illness through these scribbled characters.
The letter ended after those incomprehensible gestures, with no signature, no time and nothing.
Obviously, the letter has not been finished yet, but Jonathan has no chance to finish it.
This is a child who is so similar to himself as a child …
However, he is weak and he has no talent for playing football.
I am luckier than him because I am healthy enough to support myself to pursue my dream, while Jonathan’s dream has just begun, and when he finished writing the preface and wedge, it came to an end
Jonathan is luckier than himself.
He remembered Jonathan lying in bed shaking his head and saying to himself, "I’m long past the age of dreaming."
No one knows how bitter the old days are.
A child who is only ten years old should be naive, but he has become so mature because of sudden changes.
Changsheng just sat on the side of the road, with mottled shadows on him and the road changing with the wind.
Until a police car stopped in front of him.
"aha! Look who I see. Isn’t this common? Hi, how are you, Chang! Why are you here? "
A young policeman poked his head out of the car to greet him.
Changsheng looked up to see each other’s brilliant smile and smiled accordingly.
Then he pulled up his handbag at hand and handed it to the other party.
"Please send it to Hertha Club for me."
"What is this?" The other side looked at the winning bag and asked strangely.
"King’s Cup"
Changsheng answered and folded Jonathan’s letter and put it in his jeans pocket.
In this way, he walked away with his hands in his pockets.
……
The police thought that Moscow must have something unclear, so they asked again and again, but Moscow didn’t say anything except insisting that Changsheng had stolen the King’s Cup.
Ask anything and say you don’t know.
And the police can’t just call it quits. After all, the King’s Cup was stolen …
When the two sides were deadlocked, someone came running. "The country, the king and the king’s cup have been sent back!"
A group of people are stupid.
"What did you say?" Moscow and the leading police almost asked the informant at the same time that it was the administrator of Hertha’s honor room.
"The police, the police … sent … the King’s Cup to me …" The administrator was stunned by the crowd’s eyes and momentum.
"Where is it?"
"Honor room …"
A group of people rushed to the honor room.
When they were in the honor room, they saw two policemen holding the King’s Cup, where they imitated the awarding ceremony. One handed the trophy to another person, who picked it up and kissed it, then held it high, and the next person applauded and cheered. Then the person holding the trophy handed it to the first person and repeated the previous process …
Seeing the crowd coming, two bear children who were playing with their hearts hurriedly put the trophy awkwardly and made a ceremony to the captain.