Wang Ai did not give a clear answer to this question.In the midst of the disturbing phone calls, he only responded explicitly to the familiar interviews with El Sport, Torino Sport and Italian national television, in which he wrote an impeccable press release from his press officer, Jamie.He doesn't want to turn the competition for the highest prize in football into a bloody family ethics drama, he is willing to be bitter and knows himself.In order to avoid the media and the sympathy of his teammates, Wang Ai deliberately asked Jose for leave this afternoon and did not go to the base for training, anyway, the next game will be five days later, Jose is also generous and considerate, and joked that Wang Ai wants to have a good meal at home to treat himself.Wang Ai didn't watch TV, read newspapers, or even turn on the computer at home, subconsciously avoiding the bombardment of various news and maintaining his inner peace, so he chose to read books and do a lot of practice questions on the grass in his front yard.Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan accompanied him left and right, and they were also reading.At four o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Wenjun and others returned ahead of schedule and brought a lot of ingredients, apparently planning to use delicious food to comfort Wang Ai's injured mood.Now this house on the outskirts of Milan has a bit of a subtle atmosphere.Originally, Xu Qinglian was a well-deserved hostess, and Shi Wenjun belonged to the "guest house" here, but now Xu Qinglian is gone, and Wang Ai is leaving the housework, so including Kangsi and Wang Ai's security team, people have subconsciously "appointed" Shi Wenjun to be a new generation of hostess.I don't know if Shi Wenjun felt this, anyway, she didn't go upstairs to live in Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian's original bedroom, but in her daily behavior, she still took over this authority bit by bit.For example, family expenditure review, family procurement decision-making, etc., Xu Qinglian can only come when she is not there.Therefore, tonight she rarely cooked in person and cooked a few exquisite Shanghai dishes for Wang Ai, just like her delicate face.The amount of small dishes is not large, and the meat and vegetables are complete, which is in line with Wang Ai's appetite today.Before dawn the next day, Wang Ai had already packed up and walked out of the door accompanied by Liu Liang.Breathing in the cool air and looking at the base where there were still a few cold lights at his feet, Wang Ai moved on the spot, threw the football in his hand, took it with his head a few times, put it in the hood behind him with his head, and ran towards the mountains with his head down."
Wang, it's a pity, you should have won the award."
The newsstand owner comforted Wang Ai when he came to pick up the newspaper.Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "Thank you for your comfort, I'm fine." ”"That's right."
When Wang Ai was about to leave with a stack of newspapers, the newsstand owner said mysteriously: "Pay attention to today's issue of Milan Sports Newspaper." ”Wang Ai looked back at him with a smile and nodded.The house is busy in the early morning, the water vapor on the steamer in the kitchen, the wiwi who meows when he returns in the morning to eat, the lady who runs before and after running and wagging her tail when she sees her master returning, the female guard who punches on the grass in the backyard, and Shi Wenjun who urges Wang Ai to hurry upstairs to take a shower and come down to eat.The two boots fell to the ground, and Wang Ai's mentality had been adjusted.Knowing that today's newspaper had a big move, he chose not to read it for the time being, but laughed with his family at the dinner table while eating steamed dumplings.During this time, his low mood has caused low pressure in the house, and it is time to slow down.Everyone is working for him and serving him.Everyone was trying to make him happy, so under his leadership, the breakfast was quite enjoyable.Even Liu Dingxiang, who has always faintly regarded herself as a "deserter", has become cheerful.Alas, that's good!
After the meal, except for the guards on duty, the group all set off, and it was only then that Wang Ai unfolded the "Milan Sports Newspaper" that he had left until the end.After breakfast, he had already read various newspapers, which were similar to what he expected, and similar to previous years, and the questioning of the Golden Globe Awards was a reserved program of the media.After all, the gap between the candidates every year is not large, and whoever wins has a reason, and whoever loses has grievances.It's just that this year's skepticism is particularly strong.Messi's talent can be seen, and Wang Ai's performance is even more visible.The car drove easily on the brick and stone road outside Milan, and the yellowing street trees on both sides pulled the sunlight into patches, but the sunlight persistently penetrated the glass and fell on the newspaper cover of the man in the back seat.It was a huge, somewhat grayish photograph of a man with his head down, arms outstretched, palms drooping, a crumpled jersey that should have been bright, and some grass clippings.The title of the article is "Jesus"!
captured a moment after Wang Ai scored the fourth goal in the last game, he suddenly heard the whole audience shouting his name and forcibly bowed his head to control his emotions.The content of this article is equally interesting, with almost no narrative text, but a table, one left and one right, listing the various data of Wang Ai and Messi in the 0809 season, for readers to evaluate for themselves.The intensity of the report of "Milan Sports Newspaper" made Wang Ai a little unbearable and hypocritical.Although he was a little aggrieved by the loss of the Golden Globe Award, it had not yet reached the point of being "misunderstood by the whole world", let alone being suppressed by the powerful or anything.But there is no way, the capitalist media like this exaggeration, and the capitalist people like this tone."
I'm fine, I'm fine."
This sentence was repeated by Wang Ai many times to answer the classmates and teachers who came to comfort him if he didn't know him.When he was about to go home after class at noon, Shi Wenjun called: "Jesus?
”"Don't make a fuss.""
And what are you going to do next?"
Wang Ai was silent: "Sit and watch the clouds roll up." ”"It's fine."
Shi Wenjun was also silent: "Wait for us to fully roll out in France next year and master a certain number of connections......
"No, no." ”Wang Ai hurriedly stopped: "You are you, I am me."
Now my career is important, but your career is hopeless, I will follow the laws of nature, and I will retire then, but your career is built on the structural complementarity of China and Europe, and do not lose the big because of the small. ”Shi Wenjun chuckled twice and hung up the phone.Iveco walked through the urban area of Milan in a low-key manner, and slowly returned to the foot of the mountain next to the base of Appiano Town, and found that dozens of people were waiting at the intersection of Wang Ai's house.Wang Ai, who was surprised, sighed, commanded the car to stop, and walked out of the car after cleaning up his mood.Reborn at the top of football