Wang Ai took the children up the mountain at six o'clock in the morning, came back for breakfast at eight o'clock, then rested for half an hour for cultural classes, then went out to play a teaching game at noon, took a nap for an hour after a sumptuous lunch, and got up again.
Various specialized trainings are carried out at the training ground until dinner. After dinner, a classic game is selected for a tactical class, and when it is almost time to rest, night training is carried out.
For a whole week, over and over again, Wang Ai's vacation and the children's training camp were intense and rich. Wang Ai completely demanded them with the rhythm and intensity he had in the national youth, national youth and even the national team, and personally served as a cultural class.
and the commentator of the tactics course.
It wasn't until the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month that the ten-day "Wang Ai Training Camp" came to an end. On this morning, Wang Ai personally went to the airport to see them off and gave each child a signed football and a Manchester City jersey.
Watching the children's flight flying up into the blue sky, heading back to the distant motherland, Wang Ai retracted his gaze and casually scanned the various shops outside the car window, but his thoughts followed the children back to China, and he didn't know that this Spring Festival in 2015 would happen.
What is it like in the country, what is it like at home, and what is it like with a few children?
Seemingly aware of Wang Ai's melancholy, Kang Si joked: "If these children weren't here, we should still be in Seville now."
"Ah, can't you?" Wang Ai smiled and said: "When you first came here, you were thinking about going on vacation and forgot about the training camp. It should be very peaceful to go to your seaside home this season."
"Yes." Kang Si said with memories and yearning: "There are not many people in the town, it is quiet all day long, and the sound of the waves is much louder than the sound of people."
Seeing Wang Ai looking down at the calendar on his phone, Kang Si was at a loss for a few seconds and suddenly realized that the man might be being stupid, and quickly persuaded: "Forget it, the Chinese New Year is in two days. Didn't you already agree to go to the consulate? I'm sure it's over there.
Many activities and things have been arranged for you."
Wang Ai's hand froze, and after being depressed for a while, he suddenly cheered up: "Let's go home and play with toys!"
When they got home, Huang Xin suddenly remembered that they hadn't played for a long time. The two women went to pick out toys with great interest and planned to reminisce about their childhood. When they came back from clearing the floor, they found that Wang Ai was calling Shi Wenjun: "Little
Beautiful, you are so cruel, you haven't missed me for several months."
I don’t know what was said over there, and it most likely didn’t sound good. Wang Ai became anxious: “Do you think you will never miss me if I don’t look for you?”
Huang Xin stood aside and eavesdropped with great interest. As expected, Xiaomei softened when Wang Ai became anxious and said that she wanted to have fun with the people when she took office and spend the New Year with the team. However, Wang Ai interrupted rudely: "
You must come, today!"
As expected, Xiaomei hummed a few words and hung up the phone. Huang Xin said, "A pair of fast ones tonight?"
Wang Ai waved his hand: "It's necessary. How dare she not listen to me? Look how I deal with her at night."
"I already listened to you and still want to clean it up?"
"Improve your impression and be more proactive next time."
At five o'clock in the evening, Xiaomei, who was tired of traveling, walked out of the airport, got in the car and complained: "We have said everything but still have to change it."
Wang Ai took Xiaomei's luggage but said unforgivingly: "That means the plan is not perfect!"
Xiaomei glanced at Wang Ai, said, "You are right," and then turned to look out the window. The familiar street lights pulled her thoughts, and she remembered the joy of the moment she received the call in Tubingen. She was obviously a
A love that doesn't conform to my own aesthetics makes me fly into the flames. And when did all this start? Maybe it's like Huang Xin said, after being together for a long time, it's natural to be together.
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"What are you doing?" Xiaomei, who was deep in thought, suddenly noticed that her body was floating up. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was actually being held in Wang Ai's arms, and she quickly started struggling.
Wang Ai glanced at the guards watching the excitement with a smile on his face: "What are you looking at?"
Having said that, Wang Ai still put down Xiaomei gently and withstood her punch. When the happy dinner was over and they went upstairs to chat, Xiaomei sipped black tea and asked: "Do you particularly like to tease me?"
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Seeing Wang Aitian nodding shamelessly, Xiaomei was not angry, or she couldn't bear it: "Why? Don't you know I felt very embarrassed at that moment?"
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"So I let you go." Wang Ai said with a smile. Seeing that Xiaomei looked at him with those exquisite eyes without saying anything, he had to explain: "I feel like I am pulling you from a serious and rigorous state into an emotional one."
The momentary change in state is very interesting."
Xiaomei wanted to say something, but she suddenly remembered something and her face turned red and stopped talking. As a result, Wang Ai noticed that Xiaomei was really beautiful under the candlelight, so he couldn't help but moved closer. Xiaomei took a deep breath.
I knew I couldn't refuse...even my training was delayed that night.
"Who are you going to take to the consulate the day after tomorrow?" Late at night, Xiao Mei, who was lying in Wang Ai's arms, asked casually and then scolded: "It's not enough for you to go next door, and it's too much for them to hide."
Wang Ai had no choice but to stop his moving hands: "I am considerate of you and know that you will be rewarded with good rain after a long drought."
Xiaomei turned around and gave Wang Ai a "look at me like this" expression: "You are a large man, I am a small woman, we are not matched, you know? It makes me tired every time
die."
"I don't see you convinced either." Wang Ai lowered his head and kissed me.
Xiaomei hid for a moment but did not escape: "If I could move now, I would have taken a shower long ago."
After a while, Wang Ai remembered the topic just now: "It's not good to take anyone with me. Last year, I took Huang Xin with me, and then she got married in the middle of the year. Wedding photos were distributed everywhere. After all, it was an official organization, and people knew about it.
You know, I can’t lead you to build the bed at night, that would be too arrogant.”
"You are sensible." Xiaomei closed her eyes and felt the electric shock on her body, her voice trembling slightly: "Then I will go back the day after tomorrow. There are really a lot of things there."
As soon as the words were spoken, Xiaomei felt Wang Ai's hand suddenly tighten, and heard "I can't let you go" in her ears. She couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I'll give you three days to play with as you like, okay?"
"How can that be enough? Let's go back after starting work on the fifth day of the new year?"
"No, no." Xiaomei flatly refused, and then changed the subject before Wang Ai took action: "Should I still write the Spring Festival couplets this year? Have you decided what to write?"
As expected, Wang Ai's attention was diverted. At this time, the night outside the window was dark, and the sky in the distance was half lights and half stars, so he blurted out: "Look up and see the bright stars."
"Well, that's great. Where's the second line?" Xiaomei asked expectantly.
Wang Ai pondered for a while: "Lower your head and look at the lush green grass."
Shi Wenjun muttered two sentences: "The sky is against the earth, the big is against the small, up is against the down, stillness is against the movement, how come it feels a bit like the passage of time?"
"More or less, I wanted to lower my head, but that was too pretentious." Wang Ai rubbed Xiaomei's face.
"Hey, don't... Where's Hengpi?" Xiaomei said eagerly.
