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Six hundred and sixtieth chapters view the sea (4)

 After a while, the laughter started. People still remembered the arrangement. It was clearly Lao Gao's son sitting on the display stand, but he used a big coat to cover the iron frame under him and covered it with the sleeves of the coat.

Only when the connected horizontal bars are connected, it appears as if it is floating by holding on to the vertical bars.

Fan Zhiyi's eyes widened, and he pointed forward and said: "Just cut off the middle of the crossbar and keep it below the hand grip, and it will be exactly the same!"

Wang Ai proudly rushed forward and handed over his hands: "Thank you, young and old, for supporting me. Don't forget to pay my eldest nephew the appearance fee! Although my eldest nephew is young, he works hard to fight against feudal superstition. He is a good young man of the motherland! Li Jun!

, take a picture of my eldest nephew!"

After the commotion passed, Lao Fan was a little lost: "If you say that, it's all false. I even gave him... grass!"

"Actually, those magic shows on TV, if they say they are not magic but superpowers, would you believe it? Well, if they turn into fish with bare hands and tell you that this is a gift from God, would you believe it? Still

There are those that cut people into fine pieces, isn’t this the case? It’s because he told you it was magic first, so you didn’t think about it that way.”

Zhu Guanghu felt disappointed: "It's true. It's obviously much simpler than magic, but it's so confusing to talk about it."

Wang Ai chuckled: "So I think it's a good thing to announce the selection criteria for national teams at all levels, so that those who think that we lost, but we didn't try our best, so we didn't really lose, can disappear. If we lose, we lose, and we are not as good as others."

You just need to admit that you are not as good as others before you can make up your mind. In fact, I feel that as our material life becomes more and more prosperous over the years, people's willpower has generally decreased and they no longer dare to face the problem. This is not a good thing."

Old Liu finally spoke up: "Keeping some hope, even if it is false, is useful, right?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "From my philosophical perspective, when our strength is too far behind, demons and ghosts will appear. For example, in the past twenty years before this century, it happened to be an era when the moon in foreign countries was rounder than in China. People who were unconvinced were eager to find

Various methods have provided soil for the growth of this phenomenon. This phenomenon can also retain part of the national fighting spirit. But when we catch up, it has no value. For example, for our national team, I have no

I saw people saying on the Internet that the selection of candidates was inappropriate, and some of the recommendations we made were well-founded and well-founded internally.”

Lao Liu shook his head: "I won't discuss philosophy with you. Anyway, you go home and read the documents, and communicate any ideas in time. By the way, you have to watch carefully. After we make it public, you can write some articles and analyze it.

, there are some things we can’t say directly, but you can.”

Wang Ai nodded: "Just let me offend others, okay, I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid. Anyway, you think it was me who stabbed you, and it would be unrighteous for me to get away, okay, I'll jump."

Lao Liu didn't argue with Wang Ai, and he couldn't fight, so Wang Ai went to another table until the banquet was over.

"Anyone who practices sports believes this?" In the car going home, Li Jun sighed and said: "I see Director Fan and Director Zhu seem to believe it a little bit?"

Wang Ai leaned on the back seat: "I have little education. If I encounter someone who has carefully set up, it will not be surprising. In fact, not many people in the sports circle believe this. What kind of temperament do those who practice sports have? You can practice by being low and small.

Sports? Besides, these guys, and of course me, can eat, sleep, and poop. They are in good health and mentally healthy, and there is no time for all kinds of monsters and ghosts to get around. In fact, the real serious problem is in the literary and art circles."

"Singing and dancing?" Li Jun asked with interest.

"Yeah." Wang Ai said with emotion: "I flipped through the book. Theoretically speaking, literary and artistic works often use the heart to prove the truth. Whether they are popular or not is sometimes more objective than subjective. Even critics may not be able to understand it.

Rather, we should enrich ourselves according to the market response. This is common in literary and artistic theory. It is called literary and artistic practice to promote the development of literary and artistic theory. In many cases, especially literary and artistic creation under the capitalist system, there is a lot of chance. In layman’s terms, see

Life is destined, and literary and artistic works are the kind of things that can make you reach the sky in one step or lose all your money. They are much more exciting than stock market futures and so on, so you need to find some spiritual sustenance, which gives space for monsters and monsters."

Li Jun rolled his eyes and didn't know what to think about. After a long time, he said: "If you put it this way, it is not unreasonable for CCTV to praise Zhang Baosheng so much. The Hong Kong director burned incense before starting the film and it became popular in the mainland. There is also a basis for it."

"Academic basis." Wang Ai pointed out: "When you say something, you must distinguish between the academic environment and the daily environment to avoid misunderstandings. In the future, you will slowly speak for me on many occasions, Kang Si

It's becoming increasingly difficult to manage my social software, and you have to take over."

"Yeah." Li Jun nodded seriously: "Then I'll read less."

Just when Wang Ai was laughing and scolding, the car stopped at Li Lin's community. Li Jun also wanted to go home for a visit this time. It happened that Li Lin bought a house for his younger brother in the same community, and the two brothers planned to go back to their hometown in Liaoyang together tomorrow.

"Hey, wait a minute." Wang Ai got out of the car and called to Li Jun: "Since you want to go home to see the old man, I, the boss, can't leave you empty-handed. I happen to have two bottles of Lafite. You can take them back."

With that said, Wang Ai took out two bottles of red wine from the trunk, and Li Jun took them over with a smile: "The one from 1982?"

"Where did you go in 1982? Do you know how to drink it after you get it? These two bottles were obtained by Shi Wenjun. Apennine Light had a cooperation project in France and gave us some as a gift. Your old man

You can't just go abroad, take it back and taste it." Wang Ai explained casually: "I won't give you the rest, I see you bought a lot when you came back."

Li Jun was holding the wine with a smile: "That's the only good thing about the website. Everything is cheap. Okay, I'm leaving. I'll meet you back before you go to the Asian Cup."

After seeing off Li Jun, Wang Ai got in the car and returned to his home in Dongcheng District. His parents had gone to bed long ago, and Wang Ai walked quietly to the backyard. I don't know whether he was following the rustling of the remaining snow or blocking the light shining on the window.

, Huang Xin woke up in the room and asked softly: "Dr. Wang?"

With that said, Huang Xin, who was wearing a coat, pushed open the door. What was warmer than the heat rushing towards her face was Huang Xin's smile. Wang Ai opened his arms and hugged Huang Xin in his arms, even holding her feet off the ground.

, he just entered the room, and when he had time, he reached out and closed the door.

Wang Ai lowered his head and found Huang Xin's mouth. After a while, Huang Xin pushed Wang Ai away and said, "It all smells of alcohol."

"Have I drank the mineral water to rinse my mouth?" Wang Ai said with a smile, "How is our son?"

The two of them turned around. Xiao Wang Sheng seemed to have just woken up and cried twice. Huang Xin hurriedly rushed over. The child was hungry.

Wang Ai looked at it and suddenly felt hungry.


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