Speaking of Brazil, the first thing Twain thought of was football, and the second was football. Speaking of Rio de Janeiro, Twain would also think of football. In his heart as a football fan, football was everything to Brazil, and Brazil was football. The two could be completely equated.
But when he came to Rio de Janeiro, his gaze was not attracted to football, but to the exotic atmosphere that was completely different from England and China.
He had seen a lot of football. It was football every day at work, but when he came to Brazil, he suddenly turned a blind eye to the children playing football all over the streets.
The sunny beach, the tropical atmosphere, the passionate bikini beauties, and the palm trees swaying in the sea breeze. The distant sound of the tide entered his ears, and the blue waves rippled.
"It's a pity it's not February. Otherwise, your eyes wouldn't be moving," Shania, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said.
"February? Why February? "Twain did not understand.
"Carnival, of course. Rio's Carnival is world-famous —" Shania dragged out her words.
Twain turned his head to look at Shania, who was only wearing a three-point bikini. The more he looked at her, the less she looked like a child. Of course, the two of them were now at Rio de Janeiro's most famous Copacabana Beach. As far as the eye could see, the silver-white sand was full of people and bustling with activity.
Twain stared at Shania for a while until she was a little embarrassed. Only then did he turn his head away with a chuckle. "I'm not interested in that," he said as he lay down. "It's all gathered together, so there's nothing to see. But Brazil is really a good place … "When he opened his eyes, he saw the blue sky and white clouds. Such a sky was basically impossible to see in England.
Shania, who was beside him, snorted softly.
"What do you think of my parents?" She turned to lie beside Twain and asked.
"They're better than I thought …" Twain continued to look at the sky. It was like a sapphire, and he could not get enough of it.
"Huh? What did you imagine? "Shania was very curious. Twain had never told her about his impression of her parents.
Twain's gaze did not change, but yesterday's scene appeared before his eyes.
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He and Shania had arrived in Brazil yesterday. Just as they arrived at the airport, Shania's father was already waiting in his car.
Shania's father was still as polite as when they first met. As for Shania's mother, her attitude was much better than when they first met. Her behavior was very much in line with the identity of a wealthy middle-class person. He always maintained a smile on his face, but it still made Tang En feel that he was not friendly enough. Perhaps it was because he was used to fooling around with the little girl, Shania, that Tang En was not used to entering a formal meeting all of a sudden.
For some reason, Tang En was very casual when he was chatting with Shania, but once he was talking to Shania's parents, he would involuntarily straighten his back, slow down his speech, and lower his voice. No one asked him to do that, and Shania didn't tell him in advance what to do when he was talking to his parents. His actions were completely subconscious.
This discovery made him a little annoyed, but he couldn't show it. He did not want to leave a bad impression on Shania's parents.
The other party treated him like a guest from afar, taking good care of him. He couldn't find any fault with it. Both of them had jobs and were very busy with work, so they let Shania take care of his daily life in Brazil and accompany him to play. They arranged their own schedules, and neither of them asked. From this point, they were also very assured of Tang En.
That morning, when Tang En woke up from his sleep and got over his jet lag, he found that Shania had already prepared breakfast.
As they sat at the dining table and ate, Shania asked Tang En where he wanted to go. Tang En was not familiar with Brazil, so he naturally couldn't say where he wanted to go. Shania decided on her own to go to Rio de Janeiro's most famous beach, and also the most famous and best beach in the world — Copacabana Beach.
This place was the first stop for almost all tourists when they came to Rio de Janeiro. Shania also had a little selfishness — she actually wanted to go to the beach to bask in the sun. In England, it was impossible to see such a beach in the cold and damp Newcastle.
Tang En didn't object. After all, although he was a coach, he maintained his figure well. He wasn't afraid of embarrassing himself on the beach wearing only swimming trunks.
And … to be able to see Shania in a bikini … he was also looking forward to it.
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"Anyway … your parents are a little easier to talk to than I thought," Tang En said.
"Is it because my parents went to England to pick me up that gave you that impression?" Shania said with a grin.
"You're still smiling!" Tang En glared at her. "It's all your fault that I was no different from a fool at that time."
When he said that, Shania smiled even more happily. Her feet slapped against the fine sand, she lowered her head and her shoulders shook vigorously.
Tang En coughed twice. With great difficulty, Shania's smile was no longer as exaggerated. She tucked her messy hair and smiled at Tang En. "Sometimes I think Uncle Tony is very cute …"
"Ha!" Tang En let out a breath and reached his hand towards Shania's armpit. "I'll crack you, you cheeky little thing!"
Shania tucked her arms between her legs and dodged, but Tang En was in hot pursuit, reaching out to the other side. This time, Shania could only fall toward Tang En to avoid the attack from the outside. Tang En took the opportunity to push forward, blocking Shania's escape route. This time, Shania could only curl up in his arms, giggling and begging for mercy.
"So itchy! So itchy … Spare me, Tony … Uncle Tony! Haha, hehe … Ah! "
Shania lay on the beach. Tang En propped his hands on the ground and looked down at her. Shania, who had been kissed by Tang En, had a ruddy complexion. Her breathing was disordered as she lay on her back weakly, her chest rising and falling. The navel on her lower abdomen was like a small mouth, opening and closing as she panted.
The two of them suddenly quieted down. Her smile froze on Shania's face. Tang En's hand stopped beside her face, and the two of them just looked at each other. Their ears were filled with the playful laughter of the young men and women, accompanied by the sound of the tide. Not far away was a young couple hugging and kissing passionately. Tang En's gaze slanted, and he could see everything.
He suddenly came back to his senses and turned over to lie down, not daring to look at Shania who was lying beside him. But her timid voice rang in his ears. "Uncle Tony …"
When the voice reached Tang En's ears, he could still feel the hair beside his ear being blown by a warm breath. It was numb and ticklish. His heart trembled, and he cast his gaze into the distance. There was no focus, no goal, and he just wanted to keep his attention away from his side.
"The weather is good! It's much better than in England. "He coughed.
"Yeah! Actually, I don't like England at all! "Shania sat up, her voice regaining its vitality.
"Then why did you go there to be a model? If you wanted to be a model, couldn't you have done it in Brazil? Modeling isn't football. The center of the world isn't in England. "
"…" Shania, who was behind him, was silent for a moment. Then she said faintly, "Although the weather and food in England are terrible, it's not completely useless."
"You'll get used to England after staying for a while. I thought of a joke about the weather. Do you want to hear it? "
"Yes, I want, I want!" Shania was always particularly interested when it came to fun things like jokes.
"Well, it's not appropriate to say it's a joke. It really happened. It's said that somewhere in England, there's a very magical stone that can automatically predict the weather, and it's very accurate! " Tang En's words successfully piqued Shania's interest. She frowned and asked, "How is that possible? How can a stone predict the weather? "
"Of course it can. It's like this … That magical stone is tied to a rope and hangs in mid-air. There's a sign nailed to the back of the stone. It says: Gary's Weather Prediction Stone. You just have to compare it with what he wrote below, and you'll be able to accurately know the weather conditions. It says: The stone is wet, it's raining; the stone is dry, it's not raining; the stone is projected onto the ground, the sun is shining; the top of the stone is white, it's snowing … "
Hearing this, Shania began to laugh. At first, it was a soft laugh, but later, her shoulders shook more and more violently, and she laughed loudly.
Tang En was still seriously explaining the stone's judgment criteria as a weather forecaster. "… The stone can't be seen, there's fog; the stone is swaying left and right, there's wind; the stone is jumping up and down, there's an earthquake; the stone disappears … there's a tornado!" He made an exaggerated expression, waved his hands, and a gust of wind blew past.
"Hahahaha!" Shania sat on the ground and pounded the ground with her hands.
Tang En looked at the happy Shania and reached out to brush away the white sand on her long hair. Then, he used his hand as a comb to gently comb through her beautiful hair, carefully gathering the strands of black hair that had originally been scattered.
Gradually, Shania's laughter stopped. She buried her head between her arms. "Uncle Tony …"
"Yes?"
"I'm so happy to be with you …"
"Yes."
"So, thank you …"
"Why are you thanking me, little girl? I still have to thank you. Without you, my life would be very boring. "
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