The vision of the forest became clearer and clearer, and the morning star of the east shone brightly in the fainter and fainter night sky.Shui Junyi unscrewed the thermos cup from time to time to take a sip of sweet milk coffee, stepped on the yellow and green grass in the woodland, and took a look at the "ball king" who was still concentrating on training, oh, Xiao Wang'er.The visit to the guard has ended, probably knowing that his mouth is bald, and the Shandong man named Zhang Guang has a bitter face, saying that he will not pay attention to him.It was a special morning!
The mountain air is incomparably fresh, and the seclusion of the mountains is fascinating, so it's no wonder that he likes to go to this wilderness instead of going to the professional and luxurious training grounds.Shui Junyi felt that he hadn't looked at the night before dawn like this for a long time, the changes of pure black, blue black, and dark blue were like a canvas of thick ink, and although the sun in the east had not risen, it was pregnant with vigorous power."
What does the big host think?
Do you want to compose a poem?
”Cold, Wang Ai's voice sounded in his ears, calling Shui Junyi back to his gods."
You're done training?""
AhhWang Ai held the ball and stuffed it into his pocket: "Go back?"
Morning dinner should be ready, today in order to take care of your BJ taste, but the sweet tofu brain made!
”"Heresy!
Salted tofu brain is authentic!
”Shui Junyi waved the microphone."
Really?
Then I'll go back and put salt in your coffee. ”Wang Ai smiled and walked down the mountain first.The two guards in the family were in charge of breakfast, and the others got up a little later and were also training in the courtyard at this time.Most of them practiced martial arts, and they meditated individually, and when they saw that Wang Ai and his party came back, they also received their own magical powers.Shui Junyi ridiculed that this was using you as an alarm clock, and Wang Ai didn't care.Breakfast is very rich, there are Chinese-style white porridge, fritters, small pickles, but also Western-style milk, bread, fried eggs, most people led by Wang Ai eat everything, but the amount of food is very large, especially the meat eats fiercely, a breakfast beef, fish, pork or something, at least five catties, Wang Ai himself eats one catty.During the meal, Shui Junyi's assistant turned on the camera and pretended not to open it in the restaurant, anyway, Wang Ai didn't care, but Zhao Dan and Qian Ziqiang, the two squad leaders, were very vigilant and didn't enter a single shot.After the meal, Shui Junyi and his assistant went downstairs to check the video of the morning, and Wang Ai went upstairs to take a short rest.It's the most relaxing time of the day, full of food, nothing to do, and a great time to go.Downstairs, there was a voice from Shi Wenjun who wanted to take someone out to purchase, and it sounded as if the New Year's goods prepared a few days ago were insufficient, Wang Ai patted his head and remembered that he still had to go out.At half past eight in the morning, the wooden door of the study was silently pushed open, and Shui Junyi shouted at the assistant, who deliberately pointed the camera at the back of the person in the house.In the lens, Wang Ai's desk on the left hand side spread out a few tomes and a few magazines, on the desk on Wang Ai's right hand is a messy pile of manuscript paper, behind the two desks are high bookshelves, from the height of the photographer's shoulders of 1.8 meters, it is still very high, and Wang Ai should need to tiptoe to get there.Underneath the bookshelves on either side, there are also five bookcases, each with five school emblem stickers on them.The camera stopped for a moment, and Shui Junyi understood that this should be the textbook of the Department of Philosophy and Literature at the University of Tübingen, the Department of Spanish Literature at the University of A Coruña, the Department of Philosophy at the London School of Economics and Political Science, the Faculty of Agriculture at the University of Milan, and the Department of Mathematics at the University of Munich.At this time, Wang Ai was facing the computer screen on the computer desk on the side of the window, and it seemed that a visiting program was playing on it, and the language was incomprehensible, anyway, it was related to football.Shui Junyi was pondering an appropriate time to speak, but Wang Ai pressed the mouse to pause the video, leaned back on the chair for five seconds, and then suddenly stood up, walked back and forth in the small open space of the room, and glanced at the two of them indifferently, but ignored them completely.The cameraman's hand trembled, and he looked at Shui Junyi, who shook his head.He was sure that Xiao Wang'er would not be angry with them for no reason, and he sneaked into the study a few days ago, and now he should be in a state of deep thinking.As far as the scholars interviewed are concerned, they are generally very thoughtful at this time, wrapped in all kinds of messy and interconnected information, not to mention the two reporters, even the bigger people come, and they only enter the retina, and are not presented by the brain analysis.To see without thinking is to turn a blind eye.It is a strange act of evil in ordinary people, but it is very common and often in scholars, especially those who are responsible for pioneering work.After a while, Wang Ai sat down at the desk on the right, took out a pen from the pile of paper, grabbed a piece of straw paper to brush and write, finished writing, looked left and right, closed his eyes, pondered for a while, and then was satisfied, bent down and picked up the tea jar from the floor, ready to drink water while continuing to watch the video, Shui Junyi quickly reached out and knocked on the door.Wang Ai turned around: "Enter the ......"
Obviously, Wang Ai had a move to hide back, and seemed to be frightened by the two people who teleported.Shui Junyi had no choice but to explain: "It's been a while since I came in, and you didn't notice it." ”Wang Ai let out a long sigh: "I said, I seem to have seen someone just now." ”Shui Junyi turned his head and pouted at the camera: "The two of us are such big people, he just seems to see it, does this count as no one in his eyes?"
”"Eh, don't provoke my mass relations."
Wang Ai looked at the photographer with a smile: "Don't carry it, how tired you are, you can put it on the shelf and record it automatically." ”The cameraman shook his head lightly with a smile, carried the camera and pointed to the desk with his other hand, Wang Ai smiled and nodded, and the camera moved.Shui Junyi asked appropriately: "What are you studying?"
”"Oh, football culture."
Wang Ai let go of the way, Shui Junyi moved a chair and sat on Wang Ai's side to look at Wang Ai's papyrus, the handwriting on it was messy and couldn't be seen clearly for a while, so he pointed to the suspended program on the computer: "What is this?"
”"Well, the Milan team history visit program."
Wang Ai ignored the cameraman at this time, and pulled Shui Junyi and said: "AC Milan has a long history, an orderly inheritance, and has a deep social foundation, a mass foundation, and a corresponding rich football culture in Milan City.Football is a game, a kind of competition, a kind of business, a kind of life, or a fixed social activity, in Europe this game day is a bit like our past temple fair, the first fifteenth day of the ten miles and eight towns of the common people get together to play a day.It's just that we're juggling all kinds of juggling, they're football, I mean from the perspective of social mechanisms, social needs. ”Shui Junyi didn't understand what he heard, so he simply skipped it, and he didn't come to discuss the topic with Wang Ai: "What about these books?"
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