Reborn on Top of Football

After dinner, the family chatted on the third floor, recounting their respective experiences of separation. Wang Ai's was simple and had been like this for many years. Kang Si's was not complicated, but Xu Qinglian's was wonderful, from organizing the gathering of people from all walks of life to From selecting exhibit items to organizing exhibitions and negotiating with customers after arriving in China, she and her people were interviewed, and she took these old haters on a tour in the Yangtze River Delta, the most developed area in China, to accept their exclamations...

Many small businesses are family businesses, inherited from father to son. Their products are really good, but their vision is really poor. Xu Qinglian said: If I had not been to China this time, I would not have known that they were really polite and did not discriminate against me because I came from a large rural area.

Yes, in the eyes of many Europeans today, China is still a large, impoverished rural area.

"We people have been together for a long time, and we have forgotten what the world is like in the eyes of ordinary people." Xu Qinglian drank coffee: "This is not good."

"It's really not good." Wang Ai nodded: "It will keep me away from the fans' emotions, and my words and actions will become increasingly out of tune with them."

"It's really not good." Kang Si also nodded: "It will make our products increasingly deviate from consumers' needs."

"So we have more ordinary friends, true friends, the kind who understand each other." Xu Qinglian put down her coffee cup: "This will directly awaken our emotions as ordinary people and allow us to re-immerse ourselves in the world of ordinary people."

"You can also read more investigation reports to gain some rational understanding." Wang Ai commented calmly.

"You can participate in more activities organized by the embassy and really go in depth." Kangsi suggested: "With official endorsement, there is no need to worry about safety."

"...Why are we talking about work again? I've been working all day long. Let's talk about something else!"

"Let's talk about scientific research? Which game do you want to analyze?"

"There are many things that can be analyzed, but it is best to be recent ones that everyone has an impression of and are interested in, so that we can read them more efficiently after writing them."

"Is that the World Cup?" Xu Qinglian asked, "Chinese team? Foreign team?"

"Of course it's a foreign team, and I'm still a member of the Chinese team. I can't scold my opponent so bad that we lose in the end, right? But if I want to scold myself, then am I not cheap?"

"Then let's take the World Cup finals, which attract the most attention. Based on your thorough analysis, you should choose the best case."

"The final." Wang Ai recalled.

Kangs suggested: "In France and Croatia, you can get first-hand information from Modric and refine your analysis."

"Zidane can do it too." Xu Qinglian also suggested: "It's just a pity for Benzema. He should have been France's number one striker."

"Do you need to ask the senior director for instructions? You are a super giant and the dean, so you are easily sensitive." Kangsi was a little worried.

"That's right...Hey, why are you talking about work again? Talk about something else!" Wang Ai became irritated.

"Then, let's watch a movie together?" Xu Qinglian said with a smile, "I've been either thinking or moving all day long. Even good people are exhausted, right?"

After a while, the music of "Bourne's Identity" sounded in the living room on the third floor, and Wang Ai quickly became immersed in it.

Two hours later, when the movie was over, Wang Ai was about to go for night practice. Xu Qinglian asked him how he felt about watching the movie. He only said one sentence: The little fresh meat has become an old man.

The winter night in Madrid was already a bit cold. Wang Ai spent more than ten minutes in the training ground wearing a thick coat before taking it off and changing it into his daily long-sleeved and long-trousers training clothes. As the winter break approaches, Jin Yuanyu has fewer and fewer days left, and he begins to get closer to Wang Ai more, such as acting as his training assistant.

At nine o'clock sharp, Wang Ai came out of the training ground and got into the car. He drove all the way back to the quiet community through the streets of Madrid. Passing by the shining houses, Wang Ai asked the driver, Jin Yuan, to drive slower and slower. , the car gradually became slower than the pedestrian.

When he arrived at the door of his house, seeing that Wang Ai had no intention of getting out of the car, Jin Yuanyu glanced at Qian Ziqiang, who was leading the team, in the rearview mirror, lightly stepped on the accelerator and started the car again, driving aimlessly and quietly in the community.

Wang Ai knew it or not, but when he saw the lights, he thought of what he had just talked about, and then silently recalled himself as an ordinary person. Many scenes of the past clearly unfold before my eyes, and many moments of intense emotion flow in my heart.

It was not until half past nine that Wang Ai said softly, "Go home."

"You came back so late today?" Xu Qinglian has been waiting in the living room for a while.

"When I came back today, I saw the lights of thousands of houses, and suddenly I felt something. I felt it outside for a while." Wang Ai smiled and took off his coat and walked to the gym: "I will tell you after I finish training."

But when Wang Ai finished practicing, Xu Qinglian had already fallen asleep, but she still hadn't taken off her coat. Kang Si gently walked into the bathroom with Wang Ai: "She said she would wait for you and said she would take a rest first. She was probably too tired. "

"Huh? Yeah." Wang Ai lowered his head and twisted the shower head: "This is the first time for the CIIE, the first time to bring such a large group, and the first time to help deal with unsold goods, and I just came back today."

"I'm still worried about you, and I deliberately make you happy." Kangsi bit her lip: "Being your wife is quite tiring."

"She is so tired every once in a while. Have you forgotten that she has been doing nothing in the past two years?" After Wang Ai finished speaking, he suddenly found Kang Si running away. It was strange. When he came out after washing, he found Xu Qinglian sullenly: "You said I was idle? Already?"

"Okay Kangsi, you actually think you're a traitor?"

After returning from a long journey, everyone was a little tired. After chatting and laughing for a while, they lazily leaned and lay down to have the last chat before going to bed. Then Kangsi turned off all the lights.

"Why do I think Westerners say good night before going to bed? But we never say it?" When she woke up the next day, Xu Qinglian raised an unexpected question.

"Maybe it's because he and we are so close to each other that we feel alienated by saying this?" Kang Si looked up at the sky: "I am a Westerner, and I have been in these two modes of thinking for a long time. I lingered in the middle until I became a Chinese."

"Are you Chinese?" Xu Qinglian raised her head with one hand and pinched Kangsi's face with the other: "Have you got your Chinese ID card?"

"It could have been taken." Kang Si said stubbornly: "It could have been possible, but the people from your Immigration Bureau and the Public Security Bureau told me on behalf of your superiors that it would be better for the country for me to retain my current identity. If I identify with China, I country. Look, what else can I say? I joined because I like it, so of course I want it to be good. Now that there are ways to make it good, how can I refuse? The price is that I can’t join.”