Golden Greenery

The flight followed the sun at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and rested in the business class. He knew that the land below had been boiled because of him, and he also knew in his heart the scale of what would greet him in Milan later. Long guns and short cannons.

What really made him change his mind was none other than Zhuo Yang himself.

When he played "Bright Star" at the Bird's Nest, he kept reviewing in his mind what he had seen and heard during his six years in Europe, from his first visit to Madiburg to his arrival in Milan. From the torch relay in Paris to the death of grandma. Thinking of Jiushan, Haiyang and Lao Mu, and what they said to himself.

Zhuo Yang thought of Cheng Hao's chivalry and courage, and of his father Zhuo Tongtong's sincere words. Zhuo Yang even thought about Gilardino and his unreasonable treatment of Tao Zi for two years.

When Zhuo Yang finished thinking about this, he made a decision under the bright starlight, a desire that had been buried deep in his heart for six years but he had never been aware of.

When the decision was made, Zhuo Yang's heart was filled with joy, and he suddenly became enlightened. Because he discovered that he was looking forward to this decision so much, he discovered his original intention.

It turns out that I hesitated about the title of Monaco, just because it is not China; it turns out that I hesitated about the huge sum of money in the United Arab Emirates, just because it is not my country.

I am not concerned about Buffon's existence and the xenophobia in the Italian national team at all. Anyone will be vulnerable in the face of absolute strength. When I was a teenager, I was able to establish my authority in Fort Madi by myself. I could make the indestructible Knights of the Round Table do nothing to me, and all the bad guys in the Italian national team were just clowns. I refused to go there just because it was not my motherland.

Why have I been reluctant to join Germany for so many years, using all kinds of excuses, even though there are Shi Xiaozhu and Grandpa Mo there? It’s because I have always been thinking about a place in my heart. I could have dismissed Klinsmann's reserve, and Bierhoff was no obstacle to me at all. I could definitely defeat him with my strength and influence. Klinsmann is an excuse, Bierhoff is just an excuse, everything is an excuse.

Joining the Chinese team, there are no brothers like Germany, no football heritage like Italy, no endless money from the United Arab Emirates, and no free-flowing power and title from Monaco. There is only football that is weak and burdened with infamy.

There is only a pitiful allowance for the national team, only dark intrigues, and only a stranger who lives in an unfamiliar place.

But this is my country, and this is where I should be down-to-earth and work hard. This should not become a cesspool of moral criticism from above. Being unreasonable and unforgiving is a very bad thing.

Dad, I made a choice. Jiushan, Haiyang, Lao Mu, I have made my choice. Cheng Hao, I finally made a choice. Now, please be proud of me as I am proud of you.

In the small waterside courtyard at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhuo Tongtong said to his wife who was leaning on his shoulder: "He is indeed our son! It's so obvious."

Yang Hong glanced at her husband sideways, with a myriad of amorous feelings in her eyes. "Even if he joins Team Mars, he's still my son."

In the manor clubhouse in Yanjiao, Beijing, Jiushan, Lao Mu, and Haiyang filled their glasses with wine again and clinked them together. "Fuck! You can rest after getting drunk today."

In the unit building of the 13th Division of Xinjiang Hami Production and Construction Corps, Cheng Hao lay on the ground and cried loudly, then laughed heartily, cried again after laughing, laughed again after crying, as if he was crazy.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard somewhere in Zhongnanhai, a secretary in his fifties hurriedly walked into the office.

"Chief, your analysis is very correct. Zhuo Yang is back."

Xue Yuanshan put down the documents in his hands, leaned back, and put his hands together in front of his abdomen. He said: "We must believe that the truly outstanding talents in our country must have the country at heart. As long as we do our jobs well, these talents will be willing to contribute to the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. This is their nature Heart, the original heart that makes us proud.”

Under Xue Yuanshan's instructions, no pressure or interference was given to Zhuo Yang from any aspect. He believed in Zhuo Yang's choice.

"Zhuo Yang is a good boy!" Xue Yuanshan said to his secretary: "You must continue to convey this message and continue to create a relaxed sports environment for Zhuo Yang. Football must respect his opinions, because there is no better football player in the country than him."

In the professor's small café at Hannover University of Music, two professors, Carl Norman and Arivadi, sat opposite each other.

Norman said: "I am indeed very surprised. Zhuo Yang actually gave up on Germany. It seems that you expected him."

"China is a great country." Professor Wadi put down the jade porcelain cup in his hand. "I know the Chinese very well. The truly outstanding talents among them are not the Chinese we see in Europe. You and I both know that they are just clowns who are willing to be used. The real talents of China have great respect for their own nation. There is a deep-rooted pride in culture and an innate and deep sense of belonging to one’s own nation.”

"At this point, the Chinese elite are more cohesive than us Jews and you Germans. Their culture and race have lasted for more than five thousand years, and they have suffered many hardships but are still alive. It is not unreasonable!"

"Zhuoyang and his family are all like this."

In the shade behind the Milano Sports Building, Maldini and Baresi stood with their hands behind their backs.

"Is Zhuoyang crazy about gains and losses? How could he make such a stupid decision!" Baresi couldn't believe the news in the newspaper.

"Franco, if the Italian national team has never won a world championship or any championship." Maldini said eloquently: "Would you join Brazil or Germany for the championship?"

"How can it be?"

"Yes, you can't, and neither can I. So, Zhuo Yang can't either. His choice is the same as ours."

"That's not the same thing, Paul..."

"Franco. This is why I am not as keen as you to persuade Zhuoyang to join the Italian national team, because from the beginning I knew he would not." Maldini said: "The same goes for the Prime Minister, he is happy to see Zhuoyang was naturalized, but he did not use any means to achieve it. It is precisely because we all see that Zhuoyang cannot choose other national teams, and we have all known it for a long time."

"Zhuoyang is basically the same person as us!"

"A vile man!"

In a corner of the Royal Palace of Monaco, Crown Prince Ergul said angrily: "Zhuoyang is a shameless person."

"Sharma, you are right, the Chinese are really disgusting."

Sharma replied: "Yes, Your Highness, every Chinese is disgusting."

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Back to the Beijing Hotel press conference.

"In the past period of time, because of our unprofessional work, lack of seriousness and mistakes in work attitude, we have brought undue trouble to Zhuoyang and his family, and caused a great negative impact on Zhuoyang. In Here, on behalf of the Chinese Football Association, I sincerely and solemnly apologize to Zhuoyang and his family."

Dragon King said: "In the future, we will work with Zhuo Yang to achieve the historic take-off of Chinese football."

After the review and high-profile singing, it was time for questions. The reporters almost ignored Dragon King, who instantly filled the space around Zhuo Qiu with microphones.

"Ms. Zhuo Qiu, why did Zhuo Yang suddenly choose to join the Chinese team?"

Zhuo Qiu said: "First of all, Zhuo Yang is not joining, but returning. He should have belonged here and was expelled here, so now he is just returning. As for why it is the Chinese team..."

Zhuo Qiu took out the household registration book of Lao Zhuo's family. "Because he is Chinese!"

As soon as he walked out of the gate of Milan Malpensa International Airport, Zhuo Yang was surrounded by reporters who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Zhuoyang, why did you choose to join China?"

Zhuo Yang held his passport high.

"Because I am Chinese!"

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