It rained early in the morning the next day after the game. Wang Ai could only toss on the treadmill in his home gym, and then went to the yard to practice in the rain.
"Look, they are all praising me!" Wang Ai showed off the newspapers in his mailbox to Shi Wenjun: "By the way, why didn't I think of subscribing to newspapers before? I kept running to the newsstand again and again!"
Shi Wenjun was adjusting the porridge in the pot without raising his head: "To get in touch with the masses."
"So you won't remind me either?"
"Get in touch with society."
Wang Ai could only stare: "It's in broad daylight, right? You're just waiting in the dark!"
The little beauty then turned around and said: "In the dark...what can you do to me? There seems to be a lot of tricks to do it over and over again? What's the key? Where's the core? Do you know anything else?"
Wang Ai rubbed his face and sighed with great disappointment: "I thought you were Li Qingzhao, why did you end up like this?"
Xiaomei turned around and looked at the oven and wrote lightly: "Didn't I ask you to take care of it? You have to recite poems and paint all day long, and I can also play the piano and drink tea, but don't you know what you are like? What are you thinking about?
Don’t you know the things yourself?”
Wang Ai blinked and held it in for a long time: "Damn it..."
Xiaomei finally broke through her defense. She came to Wang Ai with a shovel, but she opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. In fact, she didn't even know how she broke through her defense.
On the contrary, Wang Ai chuckled: "Don't even think about maintaining your independence from me. I'm telling you, I gave birth to my children and they are raising them well at home. Why are you still playing tricks on me? Huh?"
Xiaomei pursed her lips for a long time and suddenly said: "I, I want to go home for Christmas."
Wang Ai stood up and went to her side to serve rice and vegetables together: "You want a child?"
"A bit." Xiaomei took the bowl and said, "I've been tired of taking care of it at home for two years, but now I think about it again."
Wang Ai pondered, busy, and waited until he sat down before saying: "Hongzhuang is young, why don't you take her over for half a year? This family really doesn't feel like a home without a child?"
Xiaomei took a deep breath and shook her head hard: "Forget it, it's hard to keep secrets in our family. Don't you always want to cultivate your children's independence? You can't cultivate it with a giant like you. Forget it,
Let’s eat and talk about other things.”
There is nothing Wang Ai can do about this problem. He has already spent all his energy on football and other things. Women also care about their careers. Enterprises don’t have any extra energy. If they want it, they can only limit it to one area and not all. Fortunately, small businesses
Beauty is just temporary sadness. In fact, the life now is the best that everyone has studied for a long time.
In the morning, Wang Ai was lying in front of the window sill, looking at the dripping rain outside the window, with several memoirs of famous football players in hand.
"Are you encountering difficulties in exploring new technologies?" Xiaomei came to Wang Ai and brought him a cup of tea.
Wang Ai looked back: "There has been some progress in practice, but it lacks integrity, so I'll look around and see if they have had similar confusions."
Xiaomei nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the pile of newspapers on the desk nearby, picked it up and flipped through it: "Full score? For a player who didn't score a single goal, especially you, this is really a good review.
.”
Wang Ai walked over and lifted Xiaomei's chin with a smile: "Why do you keep talking so loudly? Do you want me to give it to you..."
"Go away." Xiaomei scolded lightly and pushed Wang Ai's hand away: "Let me tell you, the sponsors are not very satisfied with your recent performance."
Wang Ai was stunned and pointed at the newspaper on the table: "The only ten-point player, I am in the middle of the three big photos on the first page. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"
Xiaomei lowered her head and took a sip of tea, then put it down and said calmly: "What do you think is the criterion for distinguishing professional fans from amateur fans?"
Wang Ai felt strange, but also thought about it: "It's time, football is not very sophisticated. The more you watch, the more you will understand. It would be better if you think more or even learn more."
Xiaomei nodded: "So, amateur fans focus on goals and forwards, while professional fans look more and can appreciate the beauty of assists and indirect assists, right?"
Seeing Wang Ai nod, Xiaomei further asked: "Which team do you think has more fans like Real Madrid?"
Wang Ai frowned: "There should be more amateur fans, after all, they are so famous."
"What about the national derby? Where are the three super giants competing on the same field for the first time?" Xiaomei asked.
"...You are saying that my sponsors feel that my current style of play is more appreciated by professional fans, but because I score less goals, my reputation among amateur fans has been reduced? And they want both? Goals are
Is it possible to do both?”
Xiaomei curled her lips and nodded silently.
This time it was Wang Ai's turn to think deeply, and after a while he finally said, "Money."
Xiaomei also sighed: "Yes, money, when you take so much money from others, you have to protect their interests. People say that you don't have enough appeal to play like this, so you have to change it, right? Can you change it?"
Wang Ai frowned and thought for a while: "Yes, Real Madrid is strong. Not all opponents need me to play as hard as yesterday. In fact, Ronaldo is no longer enough to gain a foothold, but the club still uses him and lets him start from time to time.
Is it just his handsome appearance that appeals so much to amateur fans? The club has the capacity to accommodate things that have nothing to do with performance during regular matches, so of course it can accommodate me more."
Xiao Mei still drank her tea and nodded, her eyes just looking at the man opposite her silently.
"Besides, this year's Golden Globe Award has almost been decided, and the European society's antipathy towards me should be reduced a lot, and I can struggle appropriately."
"As expected, you didn't listen to Leonie's advice and are still worried about this matter."
"I can't take the risk." Wang Ai waved: "Come! If I don't do anything else, I just give you a hug. It's such a cloudy day. I'll hold you to keep you warm."
Xiaomei rolled her eyes fiercely, and while saying that she was using me as a hand warmer, she came over and sat in Wang Ai's arms.
Wang Ai said hey: "You know I didn't mean that, why do you have to misunderstand me? I mean, in this cold weather, dark sky, and gloomy environment, let's get closer to comfort each other."
"do not move."
"Ouch." Wang Ai responded: "Logically speaking, you should be afraid that I will take risks. Why are you encouraging me?"
"Perhaps the way of thinking is different. To be honest, we have always heard you say there is danger, but we have not felt it ourselves."
"It will be too late when you feel it. After all, we are just ordinary people with a lot of energy. If we are really targeted by professional organizations, we will not notice it easily." Wang Ai held Xiaomei's petite body and whispered in her ear:
"You only have me as a man, what will you do if something happens to me? With your abilities, it will certainly be fine to have children, but there is no other one like me, right?"
"Shameless." Xiaomei couldn't help but pinched Wang Ai's face.
