Golden Greenery

The winter snow is flying, covering the courtyard and courtyard, the beautiful scenery is flawless, and the eye shadows are swaying. When the snow stopped, the whole earth seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silver yarn and shrouded in a layer of mist. The pine trees beside the road were covered with crystal shavings, giving off a dazzling light. If your exclamation alarms the birds on the branches, the crystal shavings will scatter like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; if you shake the branch playfully, the crystal shavings will make a 'ding-dong'. The crisp sound will make you intoxicated. However, no one was willing to shake the branches, because no one could bear to destroy the flawless crystal handicrafts.

From the moment he met Secretary Sylvia, Yang Hong began to have a good impression of Madibao Club. Sylvia dressed dignifiedly and elegantly today with a bohemian feel. Silvia has Slavic ancestry, and Slavic women are known as the delicate flowers of Europe.

Yang Hongxin said: Look, the receptionist looks so decent.

Driving along the long trestle road to the Fort Madi Club, the dense forest buildings are looming hidden in the white snow. In the middle of winter, the canal water is misty, reflecting the peninsula like a fairyland. Entering the peninsula, you are faced with the white sail-like Victor Stadium. People can't help but admire its imaginative shape. Entering the depths of the peninsula, Yang Hong thought to himself: What a quiet place!

Relying on the time, quiet and fragrant, the artistic conception in the depth is very beautiful, unique and graceful, a roll of ink is relaxed, and the paper is spread out with graceful charm.

The deep feeling is gentle and graceful, and the charm is among the water and clouds. Against the background of the winter river, light mist, auspicious snow and tender sunshine, Madibao Club perfectly displays its fairy tale side. The peninsula is full of poetry and painting, and there is no trace of the past days when a group of burly men roared past recklessly.

Chairman Mullen attaches great importance to the visit of Zhuoyang's family, and the club has made preparations from top to bottom, just like lower-level units in China welcome inspections by leaders. Except for the generous secretary Sylvia who was with me throughout the whole process, all the other staff were polite and courteous. This scene and this person completely changed Yang Hong's impression of football.

It turns out that football is not all what I saw. A group of shirtless men spitting thick phlegm everywhere. You can hear swearing at the top of your lungs from a distance. Tongtong told me that football is not only a sport, but also a culture and an art. I didn't believe it at first, but it turned out that Tongtong really didn't lie to me, and he would never lie to me.

Yang Hong and Zhuo Tongtong looked at each other and smiled in this picturesque scenery.

In this dreamlike fairy tale world, she finally resolved her last dissatisfaction with Zhuo Yang's football playing.

Football is worthy of my son. Yang Hongxin said.

Zhuo Yang’s family was impressed by the paintings of the peninsula, and people from the Madibao Club also secretly praised Zhuo Yang’s family. Although Zhuo Tongtong is only a civilian officer in civilian clothes, he still habitually maintains the erectness of a soldier. He is wearing a black woolen coat, his hair is parted in a standard men's style, his temples are like a knife cut, and his eyebrows are like ink paintings. The black-framed glasses added to his bookish aura, and he clearly had the temperament of a Confucian general in his gentleness.

Yang Hong herself is a demure and dignified piano piece. Her words are as breathy as orchids, making people unable to help but listen attentively. The gentle breeze blowing between heaven and earth also seems to converge in front of her. Standing quietly among the white trees and green forest, Zhuo Qiuqiu's orchid figure is clearly the fairy who has just walked out of the painting.

The three members of the Zhuo family are all well-spoken people, and they are very decent in their dealings with others, neither humble nor overbearing. Angus Mullen secretly thought: Look at this family, no wonder they could give birth to such a monster as Zhuo Yang.

"It's a pity, Mr. Zhuo. It's the winter break and there are no games." After solemnly and warmly expressing his welcome, Chairman Mullen said to Zhuo Tongtong: "Otherwise, you will definitely see the entire stadium and the entire city. A grand occasion to cheer for Zhuoyang.”

"Thank you, Mr. Mullen, for your compliments on Zhuo Yang." The elegant Zhuo Tongtong looked like a diplomat. "Zhuoyang has always told us that he is like being in a big, comfortable family in Madibao and he likes it here very much."

"You know? Mr. Zhuo, Zhuo Yang is the king here now, he is the king of the peninsula. Mr. Zhuo, Ms. Yang, you have an outstanding son."

"Thank you, Mr. Mullen. Zhuo Yang has been our pride since the day he was born." Faced with the praise of old Mullen, Zhuo Tongtong, Yang Hong and Zhuo Qiuqiu took it for granted.

Due to Zhuoyang's personal charm and influence, coupled with the vigorous promotion by the media behind Raiola, Zhuoyang's new nickname 'kIng' has become louder and louder. All Madiburg fans now use 'kIng' and 'my-kIng' to call Zhuoyang.

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In the next few days, invitations to banquets from all walks of life followed one after another. The first two days were fine. Everything went smoothly. Big figures such as Professor Norman, Chairman Mullen and Raiola did not compete or compete with each other and arranged everything in an orderly manner. But when their wave was over, it was the turn of Zhuoyang's buddies in Hanover, and trouble began.

The good man Per Mertesacker, the Musketeer Gomez, Karl Lander, Willy Ackerman, Clark Edmund... and Big sB are people who are not teammates but have a good relationship with Zhuo Yang. , all knew that Zhuo Yang’s family had a tight schedule, so they all rushed to treat him to dinner. There are all kinds of food, Chinese and Western buffets, dancers with accompaniments, and people who cook at home. Over a lunch, we would often fight until we got red in the face and almost got into a fight.

Zhuo Tongtong looked at her proud son: "You brat, you are very popular!"

Zhuo Yang became even more proud, with such a stinky look on his face that Zhuo Qiu wanted to slap him. Before he could finish his nonsense, Zhuo Yang quickly persuaded Li Xiaoqing with kind words: "I say Xiaoqing, please don't cause trouble. What else are you asking for..."

What aura Miss Xiaoqing has! She would go to eat with Zhuo Yang whoever invited him, even though she was holding hands with Zhuo Qiu. Li Xiaoqing can impress everyone wherever she goes. She and Zhuo Qiuqiu sit there, one of them is like a flower with a faint fragrance and sparse shadows, the other is as bright and calm as the moon, one is like an earthly fairy with a pink lotus in the green, and the other is just like a water hibiscus human elf. . With the two of them here, even the four dishes and one soup on the table would immediately look upscale, and it would feel like a full banquet.

No one thought there was anything wrong with Li Xiaoqing eating and drinking with him all day long. Xiaoqing had already become familiar with Zhuo Yang, so he didn't think much about it. Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong also took it for granted that Zhuo Qiu couldn't ask for it. For Zhuo Yang, he was not used to Xiaoqing not eating with him. In the eyes of the guests, Li Xiaoqing and Zhuo Yang were originally members of the same family.

In the last few days of 2003, Zhuo Yang left in a hurry while eating, drinking and busy rehearsing.

The girl put down the pen and gently closed the diary. The whole year ended like this in one night.

2004 arrived as promised.

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