Reborn on Top of Football

The emotions of anger, regret, and entanglement roused in Wang Ai's chest, leaving him silent on the way, and even when Xu Qinglian took his hand, he did not feel any hesitation. It wasn't until he reached the door of the house that he saw the lights in front of the door and heard the noise in the yard, he took a long breath and turned to look at Xu Qinglian.

"My book is too angry, thanks to you pulling me."

Xu Qinglian smiled: "I don't say it, my sister will say it. There are Ma Dong and Li Lin, they will also think that reporters will remind you when they leave."

"Um." Wang Ai lowered her head with a smile, and gently bumped Xu Qinglian's forehead with her forehead, stroking her shoulder across the courtyard door.

Two barbecue grills have been set up in the yard. It is not how much Northeast people like to eat barbecue, but rather this unrestrained way of chatting. Constance was holding one, and she was brushing the Spanish-style sauce she was preparing. Bao Ligao was holding one to make Mongolian flavors, and said that she had the opportunity to make roast whole lamb for everyone to eat.

In the past twenty days, Wang Ai spent the longest time with them alone, one game a day, and half a day away. Everyone was very tired, so Wang Ai invited everyone to come to Beijing as a landlord. It's so rare for them to be with Wang Ai for so long. For example, Li Jun has never seen each other since elementary school.

Not to mention that sports can best promote people's friendship. Although it is a low-intensity game, there is still a friendship between the two. In these twenty days, from strange to familiar with Wang Ai, from worship to closeness, they asked what Wang Ai did not avoid, and Wang Ai was also curious about their respective experiences. Almost everyone and Wang Ai had talked to each other. On the road, after the game, at breakfast and dinner, there are always people around Wang Ai, talking to him about Europe, talking about international football, talking about the national team, talking about A Coruña, talking about London.

Don't look down on this kind of chat, but it is very important academically, because there is a special vocabulary called it: social survey.

It is through this scattered and unrestrained chat that all kinds of information are finally sorted and organized in the mind of philosophers, forming a branched conclusion of each system, and after maturity and fullness, it becomes a whole. Structure, forming theory.

Both are from their hometown, but have different growth trajectories, so they are very complementary to each other. For example, Zhang Zhiqiang works at the Brilliance Company. The automobile manufacturing and office culture he proposed are all new to Wang Ai. But unfortunately, several students in Shen Fei were too busy to work. At present, China Sky under the control of "Eight Lord" is about to be taken over by "Stick".

In the past 20 days, Constance has become familiar with the vast Chinese land, and has understood the exaggerated and vivid Northeast dialect from incomprehension to general understanding. During this twenty-day journey, there were no well-known people except Wang Ai. Every day, he disappeared and suddenly appeared among a group of ordinary fans practicing football. The entire process, from Liaoyang north to Mohe, was as romantic as epic.

This made Constance quickly overcome the strangeness and consolation, and devote herself to it. Thousands of photos and videos taken by her were also temporarily borrowed by Xinhua News Agency reporters, intending to retrieve some materials.

As the only female member of this "Wang Ai delegation", she also enjoyed the care of Chinese men. So tonight, she's going to show her skills and give friends a Spanish-style barbecue.

However, she is still affected by people from the Northeast. For example, in addition to seafood that can be grilled in Spain, it is meat. On Wang Ai's grill, corn, sweet potatoes, and squid are all common. Cold noodles, steamed buns, etc. can be roasted if you can, even rice.

Constance drank a few glasses and did not notice the return of Wang Ai and the "Devil's Head", still stunned like a happy bird.

In the corner of the yard, Shi Wenjun came out holding the phone: "Wang Ai, starting tomorrow, your advertising shooting can no longer be delayed."

"I still want to have fun with them. As a Beijinger, I haven't even visited the sights of Beijing."

Shi Wenjun shrugged: "I have a chance."

Wang Ai looked at this exquisite face. The little beauty on a summer night, in a denim outfit, could not see the shortcomings of her figure, she seemed capable and charming. As the commander of the largest private charitable fund in China and the manager of a public welfare enterprise, the exercise over the past few years has eluded her pride.

Unless you rush her.

"Okay. I'll go to the meeting tomorrow morning. Starting in the afternoon, should one week be enough?"

"Almost." Shi Wenjun shook his head: "But you need to adjust it temporarily and consult with the other party."

"Let's rest at home at night, you, Constance, and Qinglian, you together."

"Crap." Shi Wenjun rolled his eyes. "Did you let me go to the hotel, such a big place at home? When you are not at home, I sleep with Qinglian."

"No wonder, I said that I can smell the fat powder every time I come back." At this point, Wang Ai suddenly turned her head and looked at Xu Qinglian, who was more calm and calm as she got older: "In other words, Kang Si is my assistant, Everything else is good, just timid, don't bully her. "

Xu Qinglian looked at Wang Ai and smiled down.

Shi Wenjun put his hands in his pants pockets and smiled at the corners of his mouth. Look at Wang Ai and look at Xu Qinglian.

Consciously awkward Wang Ai sighed: "I did n’t open the door tonight. It seems that people are not drunk when they are drunk. Being with friends, with you and with you always makes me smoky. Tao Taoran, no pressure or restraint on him. "

"It's still like a word of man." Shi Wenjun stretched his arms over Xu Qinglian's shoulder. "Go back to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow. You must also get up and get along with your philosopher friends. The future really wants to be with those Academic **** quarrel, you cannot do without the support of your friends. We have no place in academia. "

Wang Ai nodded, glanced at the friends in the yard and chatted, and chuckled, and returned to his room.

The next day, Wang Ai rushed to the venue with great energy and met with friends in academia. Most of these meetings were retreats, without too clear themes. The general process is that the leaders speak first, and then the scholars who have achieved success recently. Introduce yourself on the stage, and then everyone speaks and argues with each other. In fact, it ’s Shenkan, but the topic is focused on the academic field. So this morning, Wang Ai had a very relaxed and comfortable time.

In the afternoon, Wang Ai turned around in Beijing, shooting various commercials. Friends at home, led by Xu Qinglian, toured the landscape of Beijing.

Friends played in Beijing for three days, and Wang Ai contributed the entire journey. Unfortunately, he did not have time to accompany him. Fortunately, Xu Qinglian arranged the journey wonderfully and securely. It was a good start to finish this special journey.