Three hundred and one old branches and new shoots (1)
Called the coach to inform him that he had changed his plan and that he would participate in some official activities when he returned home. Pellegrini was relieved when he heard that he was not going to participate in the warm-up match. Although the official activities were tiring, there was no risk of injury, so he
It was a pleasure to take leave.
It is no longer a secret within the club that Lampard is coming. He will come to report on this international match day. Wang Aiyuan planned to invite him to his home for dinner during this period, and then the two brothers would train and play together.
It's a pity that Wang Ai can't tell Lampard now, after all, he hasn't officially reported yet.
On the morning of August 31, Wang Ai was in the quiet first class cabin to review the activity process drawn up by Shi Wenjun and his team, as well as an interview outline from Xinhua News Agency. This interview was not decided by Xinhua News Agency itself.
It was a request from the top, so it was very businesslike and serious.
After watching for a long time, Wang Ai put the document in his hand and rubbed his forehead with a painful expression. Leonie, who was always paying attention to him, hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." Wang Ai shook his head and put down his hands, but his eyebrows were still furrowed.
"Take a rest for a while." Leonie said distressedly: "You haven't had much rest these past few days."
Wang Ai forced a smile: "Well, it's time to go to bed in the morning. You should have developed your biological clock. You shouldn't read. Just sleep." "Yes." Leonie smiled and said, "I want to take a nap too. Can I hold you?"
Wang Ai smiled, flattened the chair, pulled up the blanket, and closed the porthole. Leonie also lay down almost at the same time. Regardless of whether Wang Ai agreed or not, she stubbornly stretched out her arms to hug him from behind.
After a while, Wang Ai fell into a deep sleep, while Leonie sat up gently, shook her head at Zhao Dan, who had been paying attention here, and pointed outside. After going out, she said softly: "I have a little fever, but not bad."
Like a cold."
Zhao Dan frowned and said, "The last time the doctor had a cold was six years ago. Do you still remember his symptoms at that time?"
"You mean, maybe it's a cold?"
Zhao Dan shook his head: "I can't be sure, but it should not be the case. The weather and his physical condition..."
"Is it because the fatigue of the summer has not been relieved, and I have encountered huge mental pressure, so I can't bear it anymore?" Qian Ziqiang, who had been silent all the time, suddenly interrupted, and received silent nods from the two people, so he further said: "Domestic
Can you push some things forward? For example, Mr. Lei, could you attend on his behalf? Accept interviews on his behalf?"
Leonie thought for a while and gritted her teeth: "I can barely do this. Wenjun will tell his superiors that he will definitely be able to do this. But there are still things at home? No one can replace him."
Zhao Dan and Qian Ziqiang looked at each other, and Leonie waved her hands impatiently: "Forget it, let's do this for now. We'll wait until he wakes up. I think he should be able to hold on with his physical condition, but he really can't sleep too much."
Zhao Dan has no other way to improve himself. This kind of internal and external pressure is not easy for anyone to bear. What's more, he was tired last season, then he was idle all summer, and Manchester City's strength is unstable in the new season. It's hard to think about it.
I want to have a good rest on this international match day and catch up with the unexpected event of the civilian stadium.
If you can't hide from each one, you have to stand up, otherwise what will happen?
Wang Ai didn't eat lunch, he was still sleeping, and Leonie didn't call him. But at dinner, Wang Ai was still sleeping, and Leonie panicked. She secretly touched Wang Ai's forehead and found that the temperature had increased, but
I couldn't tell whether it was a severe fever or a natural reaction to a good sleep. But I couldn't sleep anymore because I would land in BJ in a few hours.
Hearing the familiar voice calling softly, Wang Ai opened his eyes and felt that the night light on the ceiling was particularly dazzling. He couldn't help but close his eyes for a while before opening them again. When he sat up, he couldn't sit still.
People came to help him one after another. Wang Ai forced a smile, but he couldn't tell the joke.
It was just a motive, and it dissipated before it became a joke, leaving my limbs aching and my head spinning.
Wang Ai waited for a while before standing up and going to the toilet, but he didn't even look at the sumptuous dinner that was just around the corner. This was a dinner specially ordered by Leonie to be enhanced. In the past, Wang Ai always ate while feeling indignant.
Talking about how even though airplane meals are free, the first-class fare is more than four times that of regular class.
After coming back, he noticed the concerned eyes of several people. Wang Ai suppressed the idea of going back to sleep and glanced at the dinner plate. He was not interested in the plump bread. His mouth was dry when he thought about it. He only felt disgusted by the steak, but was somewhat interested in oranges.
I don't have the energy to peel it, so I'm slightly tempted by the cut apples but it doesn't feel interesting.
Wang Ai also knew that he was sick, and he also knew that he could not fast at this time and had to supplement nutrition, so in the end he reluctantly leaned over and took a bottle of yogurt from Leonie's plate, and said with a forced smile: "Rice is always delicious for others.
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Leonie accompanied her cautiously: "You don't want to eat anything else?"
"I can't eat it, but can I pack it? Don't waste it." Wang Ai was deliberately happy while drinking yogurt: "I don't know if they provide plastic bags."
Seeing that Wang Ai could still joke, Leonie felt relieved: "I'll get you some orange juice, do you want to drink it?"
Wang Ai smoked the yogurt clean in one gulp and pointed to his stomach: "No, I can't hold it anymore. With my current situation, I'm afraid I'll wet the bed."
Seeing a few people smiling, Wang Ai put down the yogurt and prepared to lie down: "By the way, help me find the headset."
Leonie put the dinner plates aside, took out the headset from the small suitcase, and plugged in the phone: "What do you want to hear?"
After putting it on, Wang Ai looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time: ""The Moon Reflected in Two Springs"."
After saying that, Wang Ai lay down. Leonie didn't dare to say anything, even though she knew that the music was a bit strange to listen to at this time. Wang Ai didn't want to explain, and didn't have the energy to explain. At this time, he trusted his intuition more.
Leonie lowered her voice. Fortunately, it was very quiet in the first-class cabin. After a while, Wang Ai closed his eyes, and a cold bright moon rose in the spiritual world. Under the moonlight were two cold rays.
Spring water, and a lonely old man playing the erhu beside the spring water.
This chill suppressed the heat that made Wang Ai even breathe, and finally made him feel more comfortable.
When he woke up again, it was already at the airport in the middle of the night after the BJ. Wang Ai took a deep breath: "How did I get out?"
"You walked down with your legs." Leonie joked: "You slept like a fool, but you were obedient. You walked away when asked and stopped when asked. You just didn't open your eyes, as if you were sleepwalking.
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Wang Ai smiled and looked around the cold and desolate night. He found the same state of mind as when he listened to the music just now. He suddenly felt much more comfortable: "In less than a month, I'm back again. If I had known, I would have taken leave and kept it.
