It wasn't until Matilde led the two children onto the court that the sculpture-like Jose came to life. Wang Ai suddenly felt something. He looked back in the direction of the family group, and there was no one there. Beside him, Susanna
She was already hugging Julio, and the other ladies were accompanying the men, sometimes waving to the stands that were still cheering, and sometimes pointing at the beautiful fireworks rising into the sky.
Huang Xin is raising a baby, Leoni has been temporarily seconded to the China World Cup Bidding Organizing Committee, and has to hand over domestic work to prepare to accompany Wang Ai next season. Shi Wenjun is still in the confidant and has no intention of coming forward. Xu Qinglian is still disappointed.
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"What are you sighing for?" Wang Ai, who was secretly feeling sad, was gently grabbed by his arm, and Kang Si whispered in his ear: "Are you lonelier than fireworks?"
"Why am I lonely?" Wang Ai laughed loudly: "There are so many people around me and so many people above me."
Kangsi smiled and did not argue, and stayed with Wang Ai until she started to leave.
In the past few years, Kang Si has spent most of her time with Wang Ai.
However, such days will not last long. If next season's sinking plan goes smoothly, the proportion of charity activities will also be greatly increased. As the scheduled chairman of the R Foundation, Kangsi will also leave the bird's nest and fly high.
Already.
At twelve o'clock at night, in the study room of Wang Ai's home, there were several side dishes and two glasses of red wine, and he and Shi Wenjun drank.
"I seem to have everything, but I want it more than ever."
"What do you desire?"
"I don't know." Wang Ai said with drunken eyes, "I'm not even interested in sleeping with you anymore."
A cold light flashed across Shi Wenjun's eyes, and he smiled: "You should have a good rest."
"Don't go." Wang Ai reached out and grabbed one of her arms: "Stay with me again."
"What happened to you?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "I'm not happy."
"Maybe you have won too many championships?" Shi Wenjun sat down again and poured himself a glass: "I think you should go down there next season."
Wang Ai turned a deaf ear to You Zi and said: "I suddenly felt how Jordan felt when he retired for the first time. He drew his sword and looked around at a loss. It's boring."
"You can't retire!" Shi Wenjun said nervously.
"I know." Wang Ai looked up at the ceiling: "It's okay that my performance is sluggish. If I want to retire suddenly, there must be rumors everywhere, so... what did you just say?"
"I mean, you should take a walk in the lives of ordinary people." Shi Wenjun looked at Wang Ai: "Especially the hope primary schools you donated. I feel that you are confused about the meaning of struggle now, or in other words
Empty. You have won too many championships, and you have long since lost the original excitement."
Seeing Wang Ai looking straight at her, Shi Wenjun paused: "If other football stars have achieved this kind of perfection in life, they are probably chasing things they have never had before, whether it is yachts, airplanes, fine wine or beauties.
Then find the goal and sense of accomplishment. But you either can't have these, or you already have them. Fortunately, you have donated a lot of advertising revenue to Project Hope. Those schools and those children are the targets of your struggle.
It’s real and you can intuitively feel the value of struggle.”
"The country's image is a bit fictitious after all. Unlike those children, it's really because of you that you changed their destiny." Shi Wenjun smiled: "You should go and take a look. How much have you donated over the years?
But you haven’t even visited it once. Whether it was the Idiot Bursary Fund in the early years or the current Project Hope, you have never been there.”
Wang Ai's eyes gradually showed light, and he murmured: "So, those children are the direction of my struggle?"
Shi Wenjun shrugged: "Not entirely, but from your personal perspective, aren't all your honors ultimately measured in money? You channeled all the money you earned from your honors into those nooks and crannies
,So, they are really the goals you strive for.”
Wang Ai was silent, and Shi Wenjun tapped the back of Wang Ai's hand with his fingertips: "Go and see, all the money you donated the year before last has been turned into a school, and tens of thousands of children have benefited in the past two years. The money donated last year has also been converted into a school.
It’s almost used up, and there are tens of thousands more, and there’s a steady stream of them. I heard that the Youth Development Foundation has saved a lot of thank-you letters for you, and they are waiting to be handed over to you when you go again this year.”
"Didn't you say that no one would know that I donated it?" Wang Ai was a little unhappy.
Shi Wenjun smiled and shook his head: "Of course that's the case in principle, but whether it's the Youth League Central Committee, the Youth Foundation, or the Project Hope Office, who can really stop this news? Or through what channels do people know it?
Now, can these units still 'refute the rumors'? Being silent is tantamount to admitting that you must recognize the wisdom of the Chinese people."
"Is it available on the Internet?" Wang Ai asked: "I hope I can at least talk about these things after I retire."
"It's not available on the Internet. It should be related to the involvement of relevant departments. Even if there are some small-scale discussions, it has not become a hot topic." Shi Wenjun comforted: "Don't think too much. There are many major events in the country every day. This is your case.
As long as something is not deliberately guided by someone, it will not become a hot topic."
Wang Ai sighed and nodded: "Okay, this is the best. Then I will go to the Youth Foundation after the World Cup in a few years to see those...hehe."
"why are you laughing?"
"I don't know either." Wang Ai touched his head: "When I think about many children writing to me to thank me, I just want to laugh."
"Look, I'm right, you should really get in touch with them. One is to see the results of your own efforts, the other is to understand what ordinary people think, and in turn feel your achievements from ordinary people.
, your happiness." Shi Wenjun suddenly remembered something and asked: "Do you want to go over and teach? Go to the schools you donated to teach the children for a few days?"
Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "Me? But, I don't have a teaching qualification certificate?"
"Counted as private teachers."
“There are also private teachers.”
"Calculated as a substitute teacher." Shi Wenjun said impatiently: "Don't you have confidence in your knowledge? You have a master's degree from Renmin University, a doctorate from the University of Tübingen, a master's degree from the University of A Coruña, London.
I have a PhD from the School of Political Science and Economics and a bachelor's degree from the Agricultural College of the University of Milan, but I still can't understand how to teach a bunch of primary and secondary school students? You don't know how to teach science, but you teach liberal arts, politics, and history!"
"It seems..." Wang Ai touched his head and giggled: "It seems okay."
"It's too late." Shi Wenjun raised his arm and looked at his watch: "I have something to do tomorrow, so you should go to bed early."
Just as she was about to leave, her arm was grabbed by Wang Ai again, but this time she looked back and saw Wang Ai's passionate eyes.
