Reborn on Top of Football

  International politics is so cruel and ruthless. The Jews cried and shed tears all day after six million died, while China and the Soviet Union died of tens of millions, but they were deliberately ignored. Is the suffering of the Chinese people not miserable enough? No, China is not strong enough today!

   Therefore, Chinese stories are forced to be told by Americans or Europeans. After all, only magic can defeat magic. In today's age when European and American societies still dominate the international discourse power, the Chinese cannot live so happily.

  If you want to achieve your goal, you have to endure grievances and even swearing, just like those officials who ask for foreign investment. Do they have no national pride? Do they have no national pride? Don't they know that all the Hong Kong and Taiwan businessmen are Huang Shiren alive?

no way!

  Like Wang Ai’s trip today, Wang Ai stood in front of Rabe’s photo for a short period of time, thinking a lot. To start from the strength and status, Thomas Rabe should go to Munich to visit him, not the other way around. Maybe the embassy also knows it, so he specifically called to ask about his attitude. Even if Wang Ai admits Rabe's achievements, he doesn't care about the "strength status", which is full of robbery and jungle flavors, but in Europe and in the game, Wang Ai will inevitably use this rule in his daily work.

  So, why the other way around? Instead of giving Thomas a ticket to visit, or just make an appointment to meet in another city? Of course, Wang Ai respects Rabe, but Rabe is not equivalent to Thomas. In the final analysis, it is still the issue of "power status."

  Wang Ai, who was silent for a long time in front of Rabe’s black and white photos, exhaled, turned around and shook hands with Thomas again: "Just now you said it was an honor to meet me, but I am also honored to see you."

  Thomas enthusiastically invited Wang Ai to sit down and drink tea, and enthusiastically showed Wang Ai a photo album of his visit to China, and then talked about football. Obviously, between Wang Ai and Thomas, except for Mr. Rabe, who is a little strange to the two, football is the biggest common language.

  Thomas was full of praise for Wang Ai's football achievements, calling him the representative of the Chinese, saying that as long as he is in the football world, he is the most distinctive symbol of Chinese civilization in the eyes of ordinary Europeans. Thomas even turned on the computer to retrieve a questionnaire from Heidelberg University last year for Wang Ai to see. Under the question of "Who is the most famous Chinese", he turned out to be at the top of the list, followed by Bruce Lee and Sun Tzu!

Of course, this survey cannot be said to be very representative, but Wang Ai is still shocked by the result: "Bruce Lee and I are both products of the times. A few hundred years later, I promise that my grandson is still in this option, and I and I He has been forgotten."

After listening to Thomas, he shook his head with the special caution, stubbornness and straightforwardness of the Germans: "Bruce Lee is a movie star, and his literary works have the limitations of the times, but you are a sports star, and there are various important historical records that accompany you. Therefore, You will not be forgotten in a few hundred years, but your ranking will drop."

  Wang Ai laughed loudly, which relieved the depressed mood caused by the "strength status" just now. Immediately the conversation became enthusiastic. Wang Ai recalled the days when he was studying at the University of Tubingen, and Thomas talked with Wang Ai about the history of Heidelberg University. Since the two universities are in Baden, the two universities also have a lot of exchanges, and the faculties are also very similar. Thomas is a professor of reproduction in the medical school, and Wang Ai is the actual controller of the Tubingen Rehabilitation Medical Center. Therefore, after the topic is extended, the two sides have more common language.

  At noon, Thomas entertained Wang Ai and his party for a light meal at home. In the warm sunny afternoon, the group moved to the backyard and continued to talk. Only then did the topic begin to deepen. The two sides, and of course the Chinese Cultural Counsellor, were drinking tea and chatting about the history decades ago. I talked about Zhang Chunru, about World War II, and also about some details and fragments of the Nanjing Massacre.

  Wang Ai took the initiative to ask about Mr. Rabe’s cemetery. Only then did he know that although the cemetery was in Berlin, it was being asked to move away because the lease term had expired. Thomas donated his grandfather's tombstone to Nanjing more than a decade ago, and now there is a grassy area without any signs.

  I heard that Mr. Rabe’s resting place was in such a situation, Wang Ai inevitably sighed. Thomas said that through the Chinese Embassy, ​​he has put forward a request for China to support the restoration of the Rabe cemetery. Now the Nanjing government is studying it, but the result is not yet known.

  When I heard that the 20-year lease of the cemetery was 1,000 euros, Wang Ai had already known it. Before getting a clear statement from the Cultural Counsellor, he certainly couldn't make a big deal. He just expressed his wish to go to the cemetery in person when the reconstruction of the cemetery was completed.

Dinner did not stay at Thomas’s house. After Wang Ai shook hands with Thomas at his door, he boarded the car and said goodbye. At the Heidelberg Airport restaurant, Wang Ai invited the cultural counselor and his entourage to dinner. It was only then that Wang Ai figured out this. The reason for inviting him.

  After dinner, the cultural counsellor and his party flew back to Berlin by plane, while Wang Ai and his party flew back to Munich, ready to rest at home for a night, and then return home tomorrow with a lot of "consolations" for Leo Ni.

  At 7 o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai is already sitting in the study room on the third floor of his home in Munine South City, constantly reminiscing about the special itinerary of this day.

  "What do you want?" As soon as the study door opened, Shi Wenjun, holding the tea tray, walked in curly.

  Wang Ai took a cup and drew it under his nose, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and raised his head with a satisfied smile: "Well, fragrant!"

   "Look at you, as if you can drink a lot." Shi Wenjun's legs were brought together and sat at the desk diagonally across from Wang Ai.

   "Why not? After drinking it for these years." Wang Ai put down his teacup: "I have to pay tens of thousands of dollars for tea."

   "Then what are you drinking now? Don't look down, don't look!" Shi Wenjun stretched out his hand like a flash to block Wang Ai's eyes.

  Wang Ai dodges left and right, laughing: "Liu'an melon slices! It's still a question. This is what I drink the most."

  When Wen Jun released his hand, he sneered: "This is Emei Maofeng!"

  Wang Ai stared at Shi Wenjun, shaking his head for a long time: "You are so boring."

  Shi Wenjun snorted, and took a sip from the teacup: "You are arty and you are not allowed to see it. You can't even drink black tea or green tea."

  Wang Ai's jaw moved left and right, suddenly raised his hand: "You blindfolded me, I also know it is Mary or Sani."

  Shi Wenjun squinted and noticed that Wang Ai's gaze was aiming at her chest, and suddenly said, "Shut up."