Since there was still business on the second day, on the first night back to Beijing, most people stayed in hotels arranged by the Football Association, except for Wang Ai's home in Beijing. After the bus arrived at the gate of the hotel, Wang Ai got out of the car with his bag and temporarily separated from his teammates. He pulled Professor Zhang's arm to the Audi A8 from home to pick him up.

"No other Professor Zhang, this time I was in South Africa for a month, and I didn’t see you a few times. In fact, I am very interested in the military and want to have more contact with you, but one is that we are all busy, and the other is yours. Keep it secret when you don't move, I'm afraid too." Wang Ai smiled: "So there is nothing else, I will send you home and talk about your heart."

Zhang Zhaozhong laughed and said, "This is not bad. I never thought that a military expert would become a football expert? I even went to South Africa to watch the whole World Cup for free. Anyway, I think I made a profit."

Wang Ai also happily said: "Don't be polite, did you come back to record the show halfway through or attend some meeting? Anyway, you are on the road, you have worked hard."

"You are polite, how can you work hard? I know your training volume. It is not worse than our national defense student. No wonder you can achieve results. I have to talk to our academic affairs office when I look back. I have to learn from you. The training is required. Science, nutrition is even more scientific. I find that your diet is very particular, and it is also inspiring for us."

"No problem, we have no secrets about you and the National Defense University!" Wang Ai waved his hand, then leaned against Professor Zhang and whispered, "That...Varyag..."

Professor Zhang laughed and didn't say anything. He didn't know how much he knew. He just stopped talking anyway. Wang Ai clicked his mouth and sighed: "Let's do it, it's a secret again!"

Professor Zhang thought for a while, then smiled: "It's not that I don't worry about you..."

"I know, I know." Wang Ai said frustratedly: "It's not good for me to know too much."

Speaking of this, Wang Ai leaned on the back seat of the car and sighed: "I really hope to have it soon. If there are not many of these things in this ten thousand li sea frontier, our coastal elite and economic hinterland will always be strategic. It’s not safe to go, and we can’t say that when someone suddenly hits us with a tomahawk, we will go back to them for a Dongfeng 5, right?"

Professor Zhang heard the sound and pondered for a long time, until he was near the National Defense University, and then suddenly smiled, holding Wang Ai's hand: "...There will be... there will definitely be!"

To Professor Zhang's sudden forceful hands, Wang Ai took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

Looking at Professor Zhang's handsome back, Wang Ai secretly swears that after the Liaoning ship is put into service, he will have to take a look anyway, if the Liaoning ship is rolling!

The car drove slowly through the streets of Beijing under Wang Ai's instructions. From time to time, fans would be seen passing by and the flags flying in the streets. Lights and shadows flashed across the face of Wang Ai who was sitting quietly in the back seat. At this time, he was an unprecedented big star, and even an ordinary Chinese.

Entering the alley in front of his home in Dongcheng District, Wang Aicai retracted his eyes and thoughts, and smiled at the front seat, "How is my performance today?"

Zhao Dan, who was driving, looked in the rearview mirror and smiled, "Perfect."

Wang Ai smiled and shook his head and pointed at him: "How can there be any perfection?"

Yan Zhu, the co-pilot, also looked at the rearview mirror: "Maybe it could be better, but we can't figure out what it looks like, so the best is what you have done before us. What you did was originally better than we thought. Good, all aspects."

Wang Ai took a deep breath and spit it out slowly, pushed the door and bent over and got out of the car, loosening his neckline. Even at night, the air was still hot and dry, like a flame still hovering in Wang Ai's chest.

The front door of the house quietly opened, and the smiling old Fan walked out and arched his hands: "Welcome the world champion home."

Wang Ai laughed and waved his hand: "What are you doing, Uncle Fan?"

Lao Fan shook his head and said with his hand: "The courtesy of a state-owned country, the courtesy of a family. You can lead the Chinese national team to the World Cup championship, which is enough to win the love of fans from all over the country, and it is enough to make us proud of you. pride."

Wang Ai blinked, and while walking inside, he asked, "So, it's not just you?"

Turning to the shadow wall, the courtyard is brightly lit, guards, secretaries and more than ten people are standing on both sides, watching Wang Ai applaud, and at the end of the field of vision, Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing are holding hands and waiting with smiles on their faces. Son, beside them is Huang Xin standing with Leo Ni.

During the applause, Wang Ai rubbed his forehead. He was really uncomfortable with being so polite at home. In other words, the people who came out of their suburban villages, apart from worshiping their ancestors, they talk about etiquette, and they almost never talk about ritual. Suddenly, Wang Ai's reaction was not moved but at a loss.

But I couldn't let everyone wait for him, so Wang Ai took the medal from his chest and handed it to Lao Fan: "I have no choice but to deliver the Hercules Cup to Zhongnanhai tonight, but is this medal too good? It’s precious, let’s take a look. Besides..."

With that said, Wang Ai turned around and took a suitcase from Zhao Dan. After opening it, “Bring back some dried abalone, ostrich eggs and some small gold jewelry from South Africa, Zhao Brother, you help me divide it.”

After the crowd cheered over, Wang Ai came to his father and mother. Ai Xiaoqing first said: "This group of young people has to do it, and your father and I can't do anything about it. The anger is hard to be offended, if it is the same as in the past. I'll give you a good meal when you come back. Everyone feels that you are being treated too badly."

Wang Ai chuckled: "It's because you made me those delicious foods that made me have a good body."

Then he looked at Wang Bin: "Father, my son has practiced for 18 years, and he finally has what he is today. You can't say that I won back with scrap copper and bad iron.

Wang Bin laughed and shook his head, and patted his son on the shoulder: "Have you eaten enough? The family has prepared it for you."

After a few laughs, he was about to walk into the living room. Wang Ai suddenly turned around and looked at his parents’ guards, secretary and others, saying: “I can train, compete, and compete for the country’s honor without distraction from thousands of miles away. It’s because you are here. Yes. You are here, so I don’t have anything to worry about, thank you all."

When he arrived in the living room, Wang Ai briefly talked about the events during the World Cup, and of course the focus was on the day when he returned to China, especially the events in the Great Hall in the evening. This is regarded as Wang Ai’s personal report on his work, and he also asked his parents to review it. His words and deeds.

After talking about this, Wang Ai talked about the itinerary for the next few days. The family is busy. If you want to get together for a meal, you have to make an appointment in advance. For example, Wang Bin has just returned from Russia and is about to go to the Donghai Paper Group Company for inspection, and Ai Xiaoqing is about to go to Sichuan again to arrange for the expansion of the sanitary napkin production line. Produce.

So it's not clear, the family will hold a celebration banquet for Wang Ai, it's uncertain when it will be.

When these things are finished, it will be more than ten o'clock.