Out of various considerations, not all of Shi Wenjun's contributions are known to the public, and even this gang of magical newsmen does not know. But in the end, they still know what the "local mass outdoor sports event" in the official bulletin refers to.

Since this girl who was given the nickname "Little Beauty" by Wang Ai and Wang Ai have been working partners for many years and are still on the front line, it seems that it is nothing for Wang Ai to go to Yingyiying.

As the door opened, Wang Ai stood under the steps of the doorway, and temporarily grabbed a black formal suit from the porter.

Shi Wenjun's red-flag car was brought on guard, and he put her down at the door and walked aside to enter the garage.

Shi Wenjun in the evening breeze is like a calla lily, with a trace of delicateness in his dignity and a trace of looseness in his smile. The sharp girl in the past seemed to have her horns rubbed off, carrying her flesh and blood!

Wang Ai's nose was sore.

There are still laughter in the yard behind, and there are still lights and feasts by the pool not far in front, and there are occasional figures in the streets on both sides. Only in front of this huge yard, which is difficult to open the door once, Wang Ai in formal clothes and Shi Wenjun in casual clothes looked at each other silently.

A second later, Wang Ai held his fist, arched his hand, bowed, and ninety degrees to Shi Wenjun!

For yourself, for the country, for the people!

"What are you doing?" Shi Wenjun's soft voice sounded.

Wang Ai straightened up and shook his head, opened his arms, Shi Wenjun moved horizontally, and Wang Ai moved his head horizontally. Shi Wenjun looked up at Wang Ai, breathed out helplessly, stepped forward and hugged Wang Ai.

The petite and thin body was as light as catkins in Wang Ai's arms. Before letting go, Wang Ai gave him a strong hug.

She came today with many questions, but she didn't know how many answers she could get.

Soon after Shi Wenjun arrived, the friends bid farewell in turn. Before leaving, he and Wang Ai reiterated their request for an on-site interview during the Olympic training camp, and then let the courtyard calm down again.

When Wang Ai came back after cleaning up the clutter in the yard, Shi Wenjun was admiring the two trophies accompanied by Kang Si, while Xu Qinglian gathered up a pile of dried fruits, candied fruit, drinks, cakes and some red wine on a small table in the yard. on.

Wang Ai is not the only respect and pity for Shi Wenjun.

However, Shi Wenjun was not so self-pitying. After sitting down, he looked at Wang Ai and Kang Si, and smiled: "Why? Planning to comfort me? No need, this time it was mainly because those few days were too busy and tired. do not worry."

"That's good!" Xu Qinglian laughed out first: "Come on, this is tiramisu, but it's delicious! I was not willing to take it out just now."

Shi Wenjun took it curiously and tasted it, full of happiness!

The girls chatted away, and Wang Ai was drinking tea with a smile, feeling the cool evening breeze, hearty laughter and this pleasant time.

After a long while, Xu Qinglian turned her head, pulled Shi Wenjun and pointed at Wang Ai: "Do you think he looks like a grandfather with many children and grandchildren?"

Shi Wenjun laughed loudly, and Wang Ai squinted at Xu Qinglian and said, "Really? Then, come and call Dad to listen!"

Xu Qinglian didn't roll her eyes because of the presence of outsiders.

After chatting for a long time, Shi Wenjun leaned on the back of the wicker chair and looked at Wang Ai suddenly and said: "Yesterday I answered a phone call, a senior official in charge of science, education, culture and health invited me to them to save the civilian stadium. , Football Festival."

Wang Ai opened his eyes, Xu Qinglian put down the cherry on her lips, and even Kang Si put down her iPhone, and then Shi Wenjun continued: "I have received five or six similar calls during the recent period. Up."

Kang Si and Xu Qinglian didn't speak, they watched Wang Ai together. Wang Ai shook his head lightly and sighed: "Then do it, I didn't think so, but it's always a good thing, right? Go ahead and reach our goal earlier."

Shi Wenjun looked at Wang Ai with a smile, and said for a long time: "I have a question."

Wang Ai's expression became serious, and he looked at Shi Wenjun squarely. When Xu Qinglian saw this, she got up and prepared to evade, but she didn't want to be held back by Shi Wenjun: "No, Qinglian, just listen. Wang Ai, my question is, is this okay? I know you are a communist and also atheist. , But these things recently made me..."

Speaking of this, Shi Wenjun shook his head in confusion: "They invited me to go, not necessarily because of their enthusiasm for football, but mainly because of the influence of some public opinion. Why does an atheist obey such rumors of feudal superstition ?"

When Wang Ai heard this, he suddenly relaxed, but he couldn't help but saw a trace of contempt in Shi Wenjun's eyes. Fortunately, the night was dark, Wang Ai blushed and others couldn't see it, so he cheered up and thought for a while before speaking. Said: "We should have a clear understanding of this kind of thing. We don't recognize any good or bad omen, or metaphysics. But we must admit that not everyone is determined, and that there are still some people. Believe this. What should we do? In fact, China Mobile and China Unicom have already set examples. For example, like the number 8 on the end of the mobile phone, we atheists have defeated the God of Wealth. Where can we admit this? But it does not prevent us from doing things naturally. We cannot deny the existence and existence of folklore, and the existence of existence."

Shi Wenjun frowned and listened: "Speaking of people!"

Wang Ai scratched his scalp: "The existence of folklore means that folklore is an objective reality. The'existence' of existence is the logic and reason behind the folklore. The'existence' of existence means that we must admit that this logic and reason are also objective facts. There is a deeper reason, which can also be called the existence of existence... it is sometimes a noun and sometimes an adjective..."

Shi Wenjun's eyes went straight: "I don't listen to the philosophy of shit."

"Then I'll give another example. You all know the cultural relic of'Five stars out of the East and benefit China'? Of course I don't recognize the theory of Chenwei, but I also admit that what the ancients wanted was these eight characters, not including the other piece of cloth. 'Discuss Nan Qiang'. Otherwise, it can be done a little bit bigger and speak the whole story."

Speaking of this, Wang Ai shook his head: "In my eyes, it is a coincidence. But we must also admit that it is not a common cultural relic. For example, if this thing is kept at home, it is useless, but if it breaks, There must be some people's thoughts fluctuating. National self-confidence and cultural self-confidence are very subtle things. Sometimes they are as solid as rocks, and sometimes they fall in a gust of wind. For example, when the Soviet Union collapsed, how suddenly?

Speaking of this, Wang Ai straightened up: "So, we should have a clear understanding of similar things, but we are doing things, so we might as well let the flow be, as long as we don't get confused."

Shi Wenjun nodded, thinking: "That means it can be done? There will be no sequelae?"