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"The match is over, Mostar Zlinyiski defeated Nemtar 1:0."

"This game was not easy for Mostar Zliniski. After losing high center forward Kosopeč, they encountered many conditions in the snowy weather, but they still relied on their active running They scored a valuable goal and ended their embarrassing three-game winless streak, which also brought them back to the top of the standings."

"At present, the league has reached its 20th round, and there will be a long winter break next. During this period, the teams in the Bosnia and Herzegovina Super League can also make repairs."

"And our show will be restarted in three months. Guys, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!"

With the final commentary, Basoldach ended his half-season commentary work.

In the past half-season, the Bosnia and Herzegovina Super League has also had its ups and downs.

First came the victory in Sarajevo, and then came the consecutive victories in Mostar Zliniski.

Currently, Mostar Zliniski is at the top of the list with a record of 15-3-2 and 48 points.

Followed closely by Sarajevo, with a record of 14-4-2 and 46 points, ranking second, only two points behind the top spot.

These two teams are also the two teams with the highest calls for winning the championship.

The league is over at halftime, and major clubs have also entered the winter break period.

Mostar Zlinyiski also concluded the day, and Van Steyak went directly on vacation.

"Have you finished packing?"

Suker walked into the dormitory and saw Modric starting to stuff clothes into the suitcase.

Compared with Suker's simple backpacker dress, Modric has more luggage.

Not only is there a big box, but there are two backpacks.

"Almost done!" Modric patted his luggage and said.

During the holidays, both of them are planning to go back to Croatia.

Modric has been away from home for more than a year. He is alone and misses his family.

For Suker, he came to Bosnia and Herzegovina at the age of 13, and he has not been back for four years.

Although Suk does not have a home in Croatia, the orphanage where he was raised is still a concern.

What's more, the old dean who raised him up by pooping and peeing is also half his parent.

Unlike other orphans who became monks on the road, Suk grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, so he has deep feelings for that place.

Nowadays, Su Ke can't be said to be successful, but it can be regarded as a small success. He thinks it's time to go back and take a look.

The eight o'clock train in the evening.

The two dragged their luggage to the train station, first took the train to Sarajevo, and then took the train to Zagreb at 6 o'clock the next morning.

The whole trip takes about 20 hours.

If it's a direct train, it's not that far, but it takes a lot of time to transfer and wait.

For this reason, when they arrived in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia, it was already around 3 pm.

"Finally home!"

After returning to Zagreb, Modric felt like a kid at home, and he couldn't stop smiling.

Su Ke also looked around. Compared to four years ago, there have been big changes here.

The entire train station has been completely renovated.

Su Ke remembered that when he left, there were no special stands between trains. Many people went directly under the train to save time.

In the square at the exit of the station, all the large and small bomb craters and dilapidated buildings left over from the war were swept away.

"What a big change!"

Suk looked at the surrounding scene and couldn't help but sigh.

If he hadn't seen the ugly statue declaring 'Croatian Independence' in the middle of the square, he would have thought he was in the wrong place.

"How do you leave?"

Suk turned around and asked.

Modric; "My parents came to pick me up."

Suk nodded, pointed to the right side of the square and said, "I'll take the Line 9 bus over there!"

After speaking, Suk left Modric the phone number of the orphanage and asked him to contact him if he had anything to do, and then left with the package on his back.

Bus Line 9 is a bus that goes directly to the outer suburbs, traveling across the entire urban area of ​​Zagreb.

Once here, Su Ke is very familiar with it.

I paid to get on the bus, found a seat and sat down, holding my backpack and looking at the scenery outside.

The sun in winter is very bright and warm.

The city is also extremely clean and tidy. If it weren't for the occasional abandoned buildings and bomb craters that reminded everything, Su Ke felt as if the city had forgotten its past.

Suk squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the sunset sunshine shining on his body, and his whole person looked a little lazy.

Perhaps it was because those years of gunfire were too brutal, but Su Ke liked this calm and peaceful atmosphere very much.

After some time, the surrounding environment became more familiar.

Familiar double-storey low buildings, familiar streets, familiar smells

Didi!

The bus whistled and drove away. Suk stood on the platform and looked towards the cross not far away.

Below the red cross is an orphanage, where he grew up.

After walking on a familiar road and turning a few turns in the alley, Su Ke came to an iron gate.

The iron doors are loosely tied together with iron chains, and a single pull can open a gap for one person to enter and exit.

Su Ke slipped through the gap. Under his feet was a narrow and winding stone road, with green lawns on both sides, which were trimmed extremely smoothly and decently.

Follow the path to an entrance, open the door and walk in.

This is the space inside the orphanage.

A straight passage leads directly to the stairs, and the entire orphanage is divided into three floors: upper and lower.

The first floor is a place for prayer and eating.

The second floor is mostly bedrooms.

The third floor is the exclusive space of the old dean.

Suk walked to a door and saw a group of little carrot heads sitting neatly around a long table through the crack in the door.

There were some bread, milk, vegetables and other food placed in front of them.

But these children did not move. Instead, they sat upright one by one, praying with their hands clasped against their chins.

At the front of the long table is an old man with gray hair.

The old man was dressed like a priest and had a kind face.

He said softly: "Thank you Lord for the food."

“Thank you Lord for the food.”

Every time the old man said something, the children below would learn to say it too.

And when he finished his last words, he crossed himself on his chest.

"Amen!"

"Amen!"

Suk stood outside the door, with a smile on his lips, making a sign of the cross lightly, and then he suddenly opened the door.

"I'm back!!--"

The old dean and the children were shocked.

They looked at the uninvited guest at the door with horror on their faces.

But soon the old dean recognized him.

"Suke?"

The old dean's tone was full of surprise, but he soon said angrily, "You didn't pray well! Today is Sunday!"

"I've given thanks, can I eat it?"

Su Ke walked in carelessly, picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in honey sauce, and ate it happily with the greedy expression of the little fat orphan.

"Life is good, there is honey sauce and soup!"

Suk swallowed the bread, looked at the old dean with a smile and said;

"I'm back!"

The anger on the old dean's face slowly disappeared. He lowered his head and prayed, and then said softly, "Just come back!"

On the third floor, in the bedroom of the old dean.

The old dean sat on the chair, and Suk would sit cross-legged beside him.

"I killed everyone in the Bosnia and Herzegovina League. Now I am a famous genius in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Does Boschenoch know? Croatian international, if you say you will blow up, I will blow up!" Suker patted his chest and said; "Old man, don't worry, From now on, the issue of your pension will be mine."

The old dean looked at Su Ke with a smile and nodded from time to time.

He said nothing and listened carefully.

Suk always focused on the good things and didn't mention anything about topics like not having enough to eat before.

But what Su Ke didn't know was that Kovich had already taken off Su Ke's pants when delivering money to the orphanage.

The old dean put his skinny palm on Suk's head and said gently, "Children, you are all children blessed by the Lord, and you will all be happy."

Su Ke nodded immediately.

He got up from the ground, pointed outside and said, "Are those children new here?"

The old dean's expression immediately became serious: "Don't bully others."

"How old am I? I don't know the same as them." Su Ke couldn't laugh or cry, and immediately asked, "Where are our group of people?"

The old dean nodded; "Locke went to England, Wei Ni went to Seville, you went to Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Dicamouchi stayed as a trainee priest."

"Dika Mochi is a trainee priest?" Su Ke said in surprise; "I remember his dream is to be a singer."

Deca Mochi has a God-given voice, and every Christmas is the time for this guy’s exclusive concert.

But I have to say, this guy sings really beautifully.

But Su Ke didn't expect that four years later, this guy would become a trainee priest.

"I'm very pleased." The old dean said with a smile; "I have already called Dika Mochi. He is very happy to hear that you are back and is on his way back."

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

With a 'bang' sound, a young man about 175 centimeters tall and with fair complexion wearing a trainee priest's clothes broke into the old dean's house.

"Suke!"

When Decamochi saw Suk, he immediately let out a cry of surprise.

"Dikamochi!" the old dean said seriously; "Be steady!"

Only then did Di Carmochi take a deep breath, bow slightly to the old dean, and then said to Suk: "Brother, let's not disturb the old dean's rest. Let's go out and chat."

That's what he said, but this guy's eyelids were almost twitching with joy.

Su Ke was also very happy, turned around and said hello:

"Old man, let's go!"

"Go to bed early at night." said the old dean.

Dika Mochi on the side: "I will clean up a room for him and come out."

After saying that, the two of them couldn't wait to walk out of the old dean's room.

Looking at the backs of the two people, a smile appeared on the old dean's face.

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