Since there were other things to do the next day, most people stayed in the hotel arranged by the Football Association on the first night back in Beijing, except for Wang Ai, whose family is in Beijing. After the bus arrived at the hotel gate
, Wang Ai got out of the car with his bag and parted ways with his teammates for a while. He took Professor Zhang's arm and got into the Audi A8 that came to pick him up.
"Nothing else, Professor Zhang. This trip to South Africa has been a month and I haven't met you very often. In fact, I am very interested in the military and would like to have more contact with you. But firstly, we are both busy, and secondly, you are
I'm afraid of keeping secrets at every turn." Wang Ai chuckled: "So, if there's nothing else, I'll take you home and talk about my feelings."
Zhang Zhaozhong laughed: "This is not bad. I never thought that a military expert like me would suddenly become a football expert? I also went to South Africa to watch the entire World Cup for free. Anyway, I think I made a profit."
Wang Ai also laughed: "Don't be polite. Did you come back to record the program or attend some meeting in the middle? Anyway, you have worked hard on the journey."
"You're welcome, how could it be as hard as yours? I know the amount of training you do. It's no worse than our national defense students. No wonder you can get results. I have to tell our Academic Affairs Office later that I need to learn from you. The training requirements are
Science, nutrition is even more important. I found that your diet is very particular, and it is also inspiring to us."
"No problem, we have no secrets from you or the National Defense University!" Wang Ai waved his hand, then leaned towards Professor Zhang and whispered: "That... Varyag..."
Professor Zhang laughed and said nothing. He didn't know how much he knew. Anyway, he just didn't speak. Wang Ai clicked his lips and sighed: "Okay, okay, it's a secret again!"
Professor Zhang thought for a moment and smiled: "I'm not actually worried about you..."
"I know, I know." Wang Ai said frustrated: "It's not good for me to know too much."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai leaned on the back seat of the car and sighed: "I really hope to have it soon. If there are not a few of these things in this thousands of miles of sea territory, our coastal essence areas and economic hinterlands will always be strategic
It’s not safe on the road, and we can’t say that if someone suddenly hits us with a Tomahawk, we’ll just go back to Dongfeng 5, right?”
Professor Zhang pondered for a long time after hearing this, until he was near the National Defense University, and then suddenly smiled and held Wang Ai's hand: "...it will happen...it will definitely happen!"
In response to Professor Zhang's sudden exertion of his hands, Wang Ai took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
Looking at Professor Zhang's handsome back, Wang Ai secretly swore that after the Liaoning ship was commissioned, he would go and take a look no matter what!
The car drove slowly through the streets of Beijing under Wang Ai's instructions. From time to time, fans would be seen passing by on the streets and the national flags were flying. Lights and shadows passed over the face of Wang Ai, who was sitting quietly in the back seat. At this time, he
He is an unprecedented big star, and he is also an ordinary Chinese.
After entering the alley in front of his house in Dongcheng District, Wang Aicai retracted his sight and thoughts and smiled at the front seat: "How was my performance today?"
Zhao Dan, who was driving, looked at the rearview mirror and smiled: "Perfect."
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head and pointed at him: "How can there be perfection?"
Yan Zhu, the co-pilot, also looked at the rearview mirror: "Maybe it can be better, but we can't imagine what it would be like, so what's in front of us is the best. What you did is better than we imagined.
Good, all things considered.”
Wang Ai took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, opened the door, bent down to get out of the car, and loosened his collar. Even though it was night, the air was still hot, just like the flames still hovering in Wang Ai's chest.
The front door of the house quietly opened, and a smiling old Fan came out and cupped his hands: "Welcome the world champion home."
Wang Ai laughed out loud and waved his hand: "What are you doing, Uncle Fan?"
Lao Fan shook his head and said with his hand: "The courtesy of a state, the courtesy of a family. Your ability to lead the Chinese national team to win the World Cup is enough to win the love of fans across the country, and it is enough to make us proud of you and for you.
pride."
Wang Ai blinked and walked inside, asking, "So, it's not just you?"
Turning around the screen wall, the courtyard was brightly lit. More than ten people, including security guards and secretaries, stood on both sides, looking at Wang Ai and applauding. At the end of the field of vision, Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing were waiting hand in hand with smiles on their faces.
Son, and beside them was Huang Xin standing with Leonie.
Amidst the applause, Wang Ai rubbed his forehead. He was really not used to being so polite at home. In other words, his family came from a rural area in the suburbs. Apart from worshiping ancestors, which was considered etiquette, they almost never had any sense of ceremony. Suddenly, he was so polite.
Once, Wang Ai's reaction was not moved but overwhelmed.
But he couldn't let everyone just wait for him, so Wang Ai took off the medal from his chest and handed it to Lao Fan: "There is nothing I can do about the Hercules Cup. It will be sent to Zhongnanhai tonight, but is this medal good?"
It’s very precious, let’s take a look together. Also…”
With that said, Wang Ai turned around and took a suitcase from Zhao Dan. After opening it, he said, "I brought back some dried abalone, ostrich eggs and some small gold ornaments from South Africa. Brother Zhao, please help me divide them."
After the crowd rushed over with cheers, Wang Ai came to his father and mother. Ai Xiaoqing spoke first: "This is what these young people insist on doing. Your father and I can't do anything about it. Public anger is inevitable. If it's like the past
I will give you a good meal when you come back, everyone feels that I am treating you badly."
Wang Ai chuckled: "Thanks to the delicious food you made for me, I have a good body."
Then he looked at Wang Bin: "Dad, my son has been practicing football for 18 years, and finally he is here today. You can't stop saying that everything I win is scrap metal."
Wang Bin laughed and shook his head, patting his son's shoulder, which was a head above him: "Have you eaten enough? The house has prepared it for you."
After joking for a while and about to walk to the living room, Wang Ai suddenly turned around and looked at his parents' guards, secretary and others: "I can train, compete, and compete for honor for the country thousands of miles away without any distractions, because you are here."
Since you are here, I have nothing to worry about. Thank you all."
In the living room, Wang Ai briefly told his parents what happened during the World Cup. Of course, the focus was on the day of returning to China, especially what happened in the Great Hall at night. This was Wang Ai's personal work report, and he also asked his parents to help review it.
His words and deeds.
After saying this, Wang Ai talked about the itinerary for the next few days. The family is very busy, so if you want to get together for a meal, you have to make an appointment in advance. For example, Wang Bin has just returned from Russia and is going to the East China Sea to make paper.
The group company inspected, and Ai Xiaoqing was about to rush to Sichuan again to arrange for the expansion of the sanitary napkin production line.
So if I don’t explain it clearly, I don’t know when the family will hold a celebration banquet for Wang Ai.
By the time these things are finished, it will be past ten o'clock.
This chapter has been completed!