Chapter 64 - Grandmother (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhang Jun always thought of Yang Pan’s granny as his own.

Since his own paternal grandmother had shuffled off the mortal coil before he was born, he got his own understanding and meaning of “granny” from Yang Pan’s grandmother.

She was a compassionate and gentle elderly woman who always smiled; a warm and kind woman who always gave him half of their tasty stuff; and she was an elderly woman who supported Yang Pan and himself as they “crazily chased a leather ball around” since they were toddlers.

When Yang Pan was in elementary school, his parents were working in Xinxiang. His paternal grandparents would therefore travel all the way in the opposite direction to take care of Yang Pan.

His parents, afraid of their child getting hurt did not support him playing soccer. But, the elderly pair from the village would staunchly support their grandchild to the point that they got into an argument with their own son. His grandmother believed that to play outside was the right thing for an active and energetic child; it would have been counterproductive to keep him so tightly under wraps.

It never mattered that she did not understand what on earth soccer was or know the reason why there were so many people addicted to it. She would always have her grandson play it.

When Zhang Jun got to know Yang Pan, he would carry his own ball and look for his friend every day. And she would be there to see them off with a grin.

When they returned with sweaty bodies and dirty faces, there was a warm shower at the ready.

As they fooled around in the bathroom, she would wash and dry their dirty clothes and prepare two mugs of cool water on the table.

After they finished their showers and excitedly chattered about all kinds of interesting things they encountered during their game, she would sit with them, listening attentively.

Every time he left Yang Pan’s house after playing, his own pocket would have extra treats. A few pieces of candy, biscuits, or maybe an apple.

Yang Pan’s grandma would also passionately attempt to have Zhang Jun stay for dinner. In the beginning, he would remember his own mother’s instructions to not simply eat at other’s, and stubbornly refused. However, her ears would often “malfunction” at an oddly perfect time. So, when he got older, Zhang Jun would go there to have an extra meal. His reason that “Granny’s food was too good!” left his mother speechless.

In those moments, Zhang Jun never thought about what his own grandmother was like. The way he looked at it, Yang Pan only had a grandmother, not parents—although the way he thought may have been disrespectful to Yang Pan’s parents.

When he knocked on Yang Pan’s door for their usual soccer session one day, an unfamiliar middle-aged man answered the door. He thought he was at the wrong place until Yang Pan showed his face behind the man. That was when Zhang Jun knew that the “rumored” Uncle and Aunty had returned while Granny was gone.

In the present, he remembered the moment when they were talking excitedly about soccer stars and she suddenly poked in. “Basil? (1) I know basil. It’s edible!”

Both him and Yang Pan froze. Shortly after, they burst into unstoppable laughter; Granny had thought “Brazil” was “basil”.

Zhang Jun recalled how he and Yang Pan joked about how ignorant his grandmother was, not knowing that the word “ignorant” should never be used on an aged person—especially when it came to things like soccer. Remembering it today, his nose suddenly felt stuffy and his eyes brimmed with something warm.

Su Fei heard a few things about what happened here and there, but she did not ask Zhang Jun why he looked so sad; not that he intended to tell her in the first place. He feared that if he mentioned it, the memories would drown him like a violent tide and the tears he had been holding back would flow out uncontrollably.

“Again! Again!” Zhang Jun shouted at An Ke, but the keeper was still lying on the ground.

The other players looked at Zhang Jun in fear and doubt. They were unsure if An Ke had somehow offended him and was being punished with penalty practice. It had already been an hour; An Ke was exhausted, but Zhang Jun was still calling out to him. “Again! Again!”

They also did not know about what happened to Yang Pan. But, knowing would not have helped them understand Zhang Jun’s sadness anyway. Liang Ke only stated that Yang Pan had “applied for leave to return to his hometown” before having the team train. He did not give them any time to ask questions.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jun was still shouting at An Ke. “Get up! Get up! How many balls has it been?! Keep it up!”

Poor An Ke did not even have the strength to retort.

Liang Ke came over, took An Ke’s gloves off and wore it himself before standing between the posts.

“Let’s continue,” the coach said.

With mud splattered all over him, An Ke wiped the sweat off his brow.

“Su Fei, I feel bad for troubling you. Those brats ran faster than rabbits once they heard the word ‘dismiss’!”

He held up a spent Zhang Jun. “This kid’s really got some spirit! I’m so tired. You hold him and be careful on your way back.”