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Gao Zheng did what he said, and the next day he took Director Zhao to Xiyuan Road, which is the largest and most famous mobile phone communication sales street in the city.

There, Gao Zheng bought a black version of iPhone 4 with the highest configuration for the old man, his wife, and Zhao Ju.

Zhao Ju was surprised that Gao Zheng would buy him a mobile phone. He wanted to refuse, but Gao Zheng forced the box into his hand.

"Take it. If there is anything convenient to contact in the future, you definitely don't want to make international long-distance calls. This is fine if you have the Internet. And I estimate that the old man's acceptance of new things is probably not used by him. You still have to go and check for him often, or he might throw him in the drawer if you encounter any problems." Gao Zheng thought of everything very thoughtfully.

His reason was impeccable, Zhao Ju really couldn't refuse, but he still looked at the Nokia feature phone in his hand and said: "I usually use this, and I will use this when I contact you..." He pointed to the iPhone 4 printed on it. Picture of a cardboard box.

"Don't, anyway, I bought a contract phone, and the call fee is prepaid, and you will be charged whether you use it or not. So don't think so much, just use it if you want to use it."

"Then...thank you, Brother Zheng..."

"Which one of us is with whom? Don't be too polite!" Gao Zheng gently pushed Zhao Ju, who was a little embarrassed.

Clutching the cardboard box in his hand, Director Zhao bowed his head in silence, with mixed feelings in his heart.

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Gao Zheng stayed with the old man and Director Zhao for five days, and finally taught the old man the most basic smartphone operations, such as switching on and off, making calls, sending text messages, and most importantly - using WeChat.

After successfully sending the first voice message to his wife with the mobile phone Gao Zheng gave him, Yang Wenlong couldn't help grinning.

But then he began to urge Gao Zheng to go home quickly.

After coming back, instead of going home first, but running to my own place, what's the point?

Only then did Gao Zheng pack his luggage and board the flight back to Wuzhi.

In the evening he finally arrived at his home, his real home, in an ordinary neighborhood in Takeshi.

When he dragged his suitcase into the gate of the complex, the guards just glanced at him, and didn't ask who he was, nor asked him to register.

The small yard is crowded with a large number of electric vehicles and piles of sundries.

This is the kind of old community that can be seen everywhere in the old city. It has been a few years since it was built. When it was just completed, it was brand new like pearls. It was a "building" that many people envied.

But now the enviable light has been blown away by the rain and the wind, and those who still live here are either used to it, or are families with poor economic conditions.

Gao Zheng's family belongs to the first situation, but the economic conditions are not good enough to buy a new house just like buying vegetables.

In short, it is an ordinary working family that can be seen everywhere in this city.

There is no father who can buy several houses in Shanghai when doing business, nor is there a capable mother who is a strong woman.

At first, he was sent to learn how to play football, but after he was expelled from the football school because of fighting with others, his parents did not intend to let Gao Zheng learn to play football anymore, because the huge expenses were already predictable. That is not something an ordinary working family can easily afford.

If Yang Wenlong hadn't come to his door and promised to pay half of Gao Zheng's tuition fee, Gao Zheng would never have had the chance to continue playing football.

So Gao Zheng has a very deep affection for the old man.

He hasn't come back here for several years, but the changes here are very slow, most of the places are almost the same as when he saw him last time, time seems to be frozen here.

The only things that are getting faster are the small rental advertisements pasted at the gates. Because most of the rental housing resources in this community are in the hands of the guards,

In order to earn as much intermediary fees as possible, the doorman basically refreshes the tenant’s listings every six months to a year. It is very rare to want to rent a house for more than two years here.

In this society, different people always have different survival means and rules.

Lao Zhao has Lao Zhao's rules, and the guard has the guard's rules.

After leaving AC Milan due to injury, the old man's stay for more than a year has indeed brought a lot of influence and changes to Gao Zheng. What he saw was what he absolutely saw in the AC Milan youth training camp before. less than.

Gao Zheng, who was dragging his luggage, carefully dodged the unexplained wooden boards with burrs and all kinds of unknown garbage scattered beside the trash can, and then bypassed the battery cars piled up at the entrance of the corridor, and walked into the dark corridor .

He coughed lightly, but the corridor was still dark.

He coughed louder again, and even turned on the lights in the opposite corridor, and he finally realized that the street lights in the apartment building where his house was located were broken...

I don't know when it broke, and I don't know how long it has been broken.

Fortunately, Gao Zheng, who stood in the dark for a while, was able to see the steps under his feet clearly. He picked up the suitcase and walked up the steps.

After climbing up to the fourth floor with his head down, he knocked on the anti-theft door of the house on the left.

The sound of bang bang bang echoed in the corridor, and the lights in the corridor on the seventh floor of the top floor finally turned on...

"Who is it?" A female voice sounded from behind the security door.

Gao Zheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

Then there was the movement of slippers rubbing against the floor, which became louder and closer to the door.

Gao Zheng took a step aside.

"Who is it?" The voice became clear, and at the same time the door was opened, and the yellow light in the room leaked out, illuminating half of Gao Zheng's body who had stepped aside.

The middle-aged woman who opened the door froze for a moment.

"Gao... Gao Zheng?"

Then Gao Zheng grinned: "It's me, Mom."

"You... Didn't you just come back tomorrow? There is no preparation at home..." The mother standing in the room was a little at a loss.

"I'm lying to you! I just don't want you to prepare anything... What else do I need to prepare when I go home?"

"Who is it?" Dad's voice sounded from the back room, and then the mother woke up, and quickly let Gao Zheng open the door, let him in, and at the same time turned around and shouted: "Your son is back, you don't say anything a bit?"

Gao Zheng, who came in with his luggage, looked up and saw his father in pajamas and glasses holding a book coming out of the bedroom, with a look of surprise on his face, he asked the same question as his mother: "Didn't you just come back tomorrow? "

"I have a surprise for you, are you happy, Dad?" Gao Zheng said with a smile.

"Surprise is a surprise." Dad snorted. "You can sleep on the sofa in the living room at night."

"Ah?" Gao Zheng didn't expect his father to say that.

"Your mother is thinking that you will come home tomorrow. Your bedroom is not even cleaned. The bed is covered in dust. How do you sleep?"

But mother turned around and walked to Gao Zheng's room: "Isn't it just to sleep? Just change the bed sheet and quilt cover... How long did it take?"

She walked into the bedroom and shouted again: "Come here to help, don't stand there stupidly!"

"Oh." Gao Zheng responded and walked to the door, but saw his mother pointing at the hand behind him: "I asked your father to help, why are you joining in the fun? Have you eaten yet? I will serve you a bowl of noodles in a while, you Go take a shower first..."

"I've eaten, I've eaten..." Gao Zheng nodded repeatedly, making way for his father.

"What kind of surprise do you think you made..." The father complained while putting down the things in his hand, and came in to help his wife.

"Go get a towel and come over here to wipe the dust, what are you doing here empty-handed?" Mom complained about her stupid husband.

Gao Zheng looked at it and wanted to laugh.

Why did he stay with the old man for so long and refused to go home? He just didn’t want to listen to his mother’s complaint that “I knew I wouldn’t send you to play football”, and he didn’t want to bear the burden of “Either go to college, or honestly find a job for me.” work" pressure.

But now, he can calmly face the pressure from his parents.

Because now he already knows exactly what path he wants to take in the future.

The old man asked him what he had gained from half a season in the Sampdoria reserve team.

Of course, the real gain is not the reserve team champion, but to clarify what I want to do in the future, and to gain faith and confidence.

Now facing the very ordinary life scene at home, he can look at it with a kind of nostalgia-this is the feeling of home.

It's good to be home.

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PS, to be honest, it is really difficult for this Brazilian team to go further. The football kingdom in the past has fallen into the dilemma of lack of talents. Think carefully about how talented the Brazilian team was ten or twenty years ago. Ronaldinho, Ronaldinho, Rivaldo, Roberto Carlos, Carlos Fu, Emerson, Romario, Bebeto, Blanco, Dunga...Further forward, Zico, Socrates, Falcao...Continue to go back, it is Pele, Garrincha and the others ...

Since winning the World Cup in 1958, Brazil's talents have continued to blow out. There are always a group of talented superstars born in every era. They have also won the World Cup many times with these superstars, so they are called "the kingdom of football".

Everyone believes that with Brazil's football culture and mass base, talented superstars will continue to emerge.

But since the 2006 World Cup, what we have seen is Brazilian football that has indeed withered talent. In 2010, the Brazilian team could only rely on Kaka to fight counterattacks. In 2014, there may only be one Neymar in Brazil who has the ability to enter the 2002 team. Five Star Brazil.

So I predicted Brazil's defeat before yesterday's game. In fact, for me, it is not a big problem for Brazil to lose one or two World Cups, and it is not that they have never lost. What makes me, a 24-year-old Brazilian fan, feel desperate is that the current Brazilian football soil has lost the magic that can always produce a large number of talented superstars. This is the biggest problem in Brazilian football at present...

Well, let's not talk about these.

Continue today's X**C activity:

I like England to beat Sweden by two goals.

Russia beat Croatia by one goal!