It wasn't until Matilde led the two children onto the court that the sculptural Jose came to life. Wang Ai suddenly felt a sense of it. He looked back at the direction of the family group, and there was no one there. By her side, Susanna was already hugging Julio, and the other ladies were also with the men, sometimes waving to the still cheering stands, and sometimes pointing at the beautiful fireworks that rose into the sky.

Huang Xin is raising her baby, and Lei Oni is temporarily seconded to the China World Cup bidding committee. She still has to prepare for the handover of domestic work to accompany Wang Ai next season. Shi Wenjun is still waiting in her boudoir and does not plan to come forward. Xu Qinglian is still missing United...

Ugh!

"Sigh what?" Wang Ai, who was secretly hurt, was gently grabbed by the arm, and Kang Si whispered in her ear: "Are you more lonely than fireworks?"

"Why am I lonely?" Wang Ai haha ​​laughed: "So many people around, so many people on top."

Kang Si smiled and didn't argue, just staying with Wang Ai until she started to leave the field.

In recent years, Kang Si has been with Wang Ai the most days.

However, such days will not last long. If the sinking plan for next season is carried out smoothly, the proportion of charitable activities will also be greatly increased. As the scheduled chairman of the R Fund, Kang Si will also leave the bird’s nest and fly high. Up.

At twelve o'clock at night, in the study room of Wang Ai's home, there were a few small dishes and two glasses of red wine, and he and Shi Wenjun had a drink.

"I seem to have everything, but I have unprecedented desire."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know." Wang Ai said with drunken eyes, "I'm not even interested in you."

A cold light flashed in Shi Wenjun's eyes, and he smiled: "You should take a good rest."

"Don't go." Wang Ai reached out and grabbed one of her arms: "Be with me again."

"What happened to you?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "I can't be happy."

"Maybe you won too many championships, right?" Shi Wenjun sat down again and poured himself a glass: "I think you should really go down next season."

Wang Ai turned a deaf ear to You Zi said: "I suddenly realized Jordan's mood when he retired for the first time. I was at a loss with my sword. It's boring."

"You can't retire!" Shi Wenjun said nervously.

"I know." Wang Ai raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "It's okay for me to be sluggish. I want to retire suddenly. There must be rumors. So...what did you just say?"

"I mean, you should take a walk in the lives of ordinary people." Shi Wenjun looked at Wang Ai: "Especially the Hope Primary Schools you donated. I feel that you are now at a loss as to the meaning of struggle, or rather Empty. Your champions have taken too much, and the initial excitement has long been lost."

Seeing Wang Ai looking at her straightforwardly, Shi Wenjun paused: "If other stars achieve this kind of life completion, it is probably to chase something they have never owned before, whether it is yachts, airplanes, fine wines or beauties. Then you can find the goal and sense of accomplishment. But you either can’t want it or you already have it. Fortunately, you donated a lot of advertising revenue to Project Hope. Those schools and children are the targets of your struggle. Really, you can intuitively feel the value of struggle."

"The image of the country is a bit imaginary after all. Unlike those kids, it's really because you changed your destiny." Shi Wenjun smiled and said, "You should have a look. How much have you donated over the years? But you never went to see it once. Neither the early idiot student fund or the current Hope Project, you have never visited."

Wang Ai's eyes gradually showed brilliance, and he muttered, "So, those children are the targets of my struggle?"

Shi Wenjun shrugged: "Not all, but from your personal point of view, aren't all your honors ultimately weighed with money? You have led all your honors for money to those corners. , So they are really your goals."

Wang Ai was silent, and Shi Wenjun tapped the back of Wang Ai's hand with his fingertips: "Go and see, the money you donated the year before has been turned into a school, and tens of thousands of children will benefit from it in two years. The money you donated last year was also Almost used up, there are tens of thousands of people, and there is a steady stream of them. I heard that the Youth Foundation has accumulated a lot of thank you letters for you, and they will be handed over to you when you go again this year."

"Didn't people know that I donated it?" Wang Ai was a little unhappy.

Shi Wenjun smiled and shook his head: "Of course this is the case in principle, but whether it is the League Central Committee, the Youth Development Foundation, or the Engineering Office, can anyone really stop the news? Or how can people know about it? Now, can these units'refute the rumors'? Not saying anything is tantamount to acknowledging that you must recognize the wisdom of the Chinese people."

"Is it available online?" Wang Ai asked, "I hope these things will be said at least after I retire."

"There is no online, it should be the involvement of the relevant department. Even if there are some small-scale discussions, it has not become a hot spot." Shi Wenjun comforted: "Don't think too much, the country has many major events every day, you. As long as something is not deliberately guided by someone, it will not become a hot spot."

Wang Aishu nodded with a sigh of relief: "Well, that's the best. Then I will go to the Youth League after the World Cup in a few years to see those...hehe."

"why are you laughing?"

"I don't know either." Wang Ai touched his head: "As soon as I think about many children writing to me to thank me, I just want to laugh."

"Look, I'm right, you really should get in touch with them. One is to see the results of your struggle, the other is to experience what ordinary people think and think, and in turn feel your achievements from ordinary people. , Your happiness." Shi Wenjun suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you want to go to teach? Go to the schools you donated to be a teacher for the children for a few days?"

Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "Me? But, but I don't have a teacher qualification certificate?"

"Calculated as private teachers."

"There are also private teachers."

"According to the substitute teacher." Shi Wenjun said impatiently: "Don't you have confidence in your knowledge? You have a master's degree from Renmin University, a doctorate and a master's degree from the University of Tübingen, a master's degree from the University of A Coruña, London A Ph.D. from the School of Political Economy and a bachelor’s degree from the Faculty of Agriculture of the University of Milan. Can’t you teach a bunch of primary and middle school students? You don’t know how to teach science. You teach liberal arts, politics and history!"

"It seems..." Wang Ai stroked his head and smirked: "It seems to work."

"It's too late." Shi Wenjun raised his arm to look at his watch: "I have something to do tomorrow, so go to bed earlier."

Just about to leave, Wang Ai grabbed her arm again, but this time she looked back and saw Wang Ai's passionate eyes.