As Van Bizhuang and Molina prepared to go to the Orient, thousands of miles away, two old men sat opposite each other in a manor house on the outskirts of Madrid. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If Van Bizhuang were here, he would have recognized the two old men, one of whom was Roig, the current president of Villarreal, and the other was Aragonés, the head coach of the Spanish national team who turned him away.

Roig came here with a heart full of anger, but at this moment, his face was extremely calm, he didn't speak, just silent quietly.

The sunlight penetrated through the cracks of the olive trees in the courtyard, the pale golden light enveloped the two old men, the fragrance of flowers and plants overflowed all around, and from time to time unknown insects were named, and the atmosphere seemed quiet and peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, the silence was finally broken, and Roig opened his eyes from his pretentious sleep, he looked at his friend, and whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this, Louis?" ”

Aragonés turned his head, the expression on his face was like the spring sun, warm and peaceful, he patted his chest gently: "My body is getting worse and worse...... Fernando, you know my character, for the decisions that have been made, I will not change them easily. ”

"Okay." Roig showed a wry smile and shook his head slightly, "I have to say, I regret it, in my opinion, this summer's trip to Austria may be a very meaningful trip for Fan, I have to admit that the current national team is indeed very strong, there are one or two world-class players in each position, it can be said that Fan is not so needed." But it's necessary to gain experience in the competition, and I think you should think more about and prepare for the future. ”

Aragonés nodded, shook his head again, the cloudy color in his eyes, but with the light of wisdom: "Because of this, this time, I decided not to bring him." ”

"You always have your own reasons, and once you've made up your mind, you don't change it. The media and fans outside are almost arguing, don't you need to come forward to explain? ”

Aragonés continued to shake his head: "No. As long as I remain in this position for a day, then my decision, must be carried out, as for the doubters, ha...... Do you think I'll care? ”

"You really don't care, you're just a stubborn old man." The corners of Roygue's mouth showed a faint sneer, "Just like when you wanted to exclude Gonzalez despite the opposition of the entire Iberian Peninsula, right?" ”

Gonzalez was referring to Raul. Gonzalez. Blanco, for a long time, the Prince of the Bernabeu was not only the spiritual leader of Real Madrid, but also a banner of the matadors, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a national icon. During the most difficult years of the Spanish national team, Raul dragged the matador slowly almost single-handedly.

And such a banner man who can be called a spiritual leader was finally ruthlessly "expelled" from the national team by Aragonés.

This incident caused an uproar in Spain and even the whole of European football at that time, but Aragonés did not explain much, and the ups and downs of the outside world did not seem to have anything to do with him.

Later, the turmoil gradually subsided - especially after the Spanish national team lost Raul, the results were surprisingly better and better, and the doubts and criticisms from the outside world slowly disappeared, and Aragonés's original decision, even if he didn't want to admit it, couldn't find any mistakes.

And this time, Aragonés obviously wants to play the drama of "let it rain and blow, I will stand still", of course, the turmoil of Fan Bizhuang's failure to be selected for the national team is naturally not comparable to Raul, and the pressure on Aragonés will inevitably be much smaller.

Roig knew this, too, and that was why he was sarcastic.

He lost the interest in continuing the conversation, and although he knew that Aragonés had his own plans, he seemed somewhat distracted, and he stood up, sighed, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Aragonés' voice sounded behind him.

"You know, Fernando, Van and Gonzalez, it's not the same."

"I'm not too sure about this European Championship. And, as soon as this summer is over, I'll be gone. ”

"Believe me, this experience is nothing. He is destined to have a bright future, both at the club and in the ...... National. ”

Roygue's figure had faded away, fading into the horizon, and Aragonés didn't know if the old friend had heard him.

Nothing mattered, though, and Aragonés sighed softly, then closed his eyes again.

The sun was still shining warmly in the courtyard, and the golden light covered the surface of the old man's body, as peaceful as before.

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Early in the morning, Valencia airport.

The town does not have its own airport, and if you want to go abroad by air, you can only go to the capital city of Valencia, but of course, you can also go to Barcelona or Madrid, where the airports are larger and more luxurious.

After everything was ready and communicated with Xtep in China, Fan Bizhuang and others did not give up the near and far, but decided to take off from Valencia, fly directly to Amsterdam in the Netherlands, and then transfer to fly directly to the Chinese capital.

Outside the airport at this moment, Fan Bizhuang was standing on the street with a sports backpack on his back, and beside him was his exclusive follower Geng Ziyu. Geng Ziyu was originally a football reporter in Europe, because of Fan Bizhuang, so he has always stayed in a small city, and now Fan Bizhuang has decided to go to China, he naturally wants to follow. It is not only to track and report on Fan Bizhuang's trip in China, but also to report back to China, and another point, "Football Home" also has cooperation with Xtep, and he can also play the role of an intermediary to build a "bridge" between Fan Bizhuang and Xtep.

Geng Ziyu looked at Fan Bizhuang, who had only one sports backpack on his body, and everything was simple, and then looked at the appearance of his big bag and small bag, and said speechlessly: "Fan Ye, are you really traveling to China?" Compared to you, I feel like I'm like an upstart coming home, moving big bags to the house......"

Fan Bizhuang took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, pulled down the baseball cap on his head, and shrugged his shoulders.

The main purpose of this trip to China was to relax, to see that familiar and unfamiliar country, and to feel his "hometown". As for shooting a commercial for Xtep, it can only be regarded as incidental.

As for Geng Ziyu, maybe he hasn't returned home for a few years, and now he has returned to China with him, not only buying special products in the small city, but also making a special trip to the capital city for half a day, almost shopping all over the big shopping malls in Valencia, which has the current scene, Geng Da reporter has seven or eight burdens hanging all over his body, which are full of gifts for his seven aunts and eight aunts.

Seeing that Fan Bizhuang was not interested in speaking, and he was not willing to help him take two burdens, Geng Ziyu had no choice but to lament with a sad face that he was careless in making friends.

"By the way, Mr. Molina went to park, why hasn't he come here for so long?"

Geng Ziyu asked again.

Fan Bizhuang still didn't speak, and even took out a Walkman from his backpack and put on headphones.

"Well, I can already imagine how boring this journey will be."

Geng Ziyu pursed his lips and sighed.

It was at this time that Fan Bizhuang, who had been looking around, suddenly moved, and he raised his feet and walked towards the small square not far away.

"Master Fan, you ...... Where are you going? Geng Ziyu asked subconsciously.

"I'll meet an acquaintance, I'll take a look."

Dropping this sentence, Fan Bizhuang's footsteps became faster and faster, and he soon ran away. Geng Ziyu shook his head inexplicably, and didn't pay too much attention to it, anyway, Mr. Molina hadn't come yet, and the boarding time hadn't arrived, so Fan Ye wanted to go for a walk, so he had to go.

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In the corner of the small square, the crowd pulled out a circle, and a little girl with a pale face stood quietly, without any words, just making movements in her hands, playing the violin over and over again.

There were not many onlookers, and the occasional passers-by did not pay much attention, and at the end of the song, there were only three or two rounds of applause, and a few pieces of paper with small denominations, which fell in the piano box in front of the little girl.

As the audience gradually left, the little girl silently put down her violin and turned to sit on the stone pier next to her to rest.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and then, the boy in the baseball cap took out his wallet, took out all the green bills inside, gently placed them in the piano case, and then turned around.

Despite the teenager's sunglasses and baseball cap, the little girl recognized him at a moment's notice.

"Big brother?"

The figure paused, and the boy turned his head, took off his sunglasses, and smiled as bright as the sun.

"Long time no see, little sister."

The pale face seemed to become excited, and a smile appeared on the little girl's face: "I haven't seen you for a long time." I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

Fan Bizhuang nodded, reached out and touched the girl's head: "Isn't it in the small town?" I often go to the square, but I haven't seen you since. ”

"I'm walking around with my partner."

The little girl raised her violin, and the smile on her face did not fade in the slightest.

Fan Bizhuang felt a little sad inexplicably, he had such an experience in the past, but he was just ...... To be able to downplay "wandering" as "stop-and-go" is what an optimistic attitude to life.

Fan Bizhuang was silent for a long time, and the little girl spoke again: "Do you still want to play the piano today?" Why didn't those two beautiful sisters come with you? ”

The little girl handed the piano over, and Fan Bizhuang shook his head with a smile: "I won't." They're not in Spain right now. Next time, next time, they will play a nice song for you together. ”

Fan Bizhuang touched the little girl's head again, said goodbye, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Big brother, your money ......"

"It's your money...... Goodbye, little girl, and we look forward to seeing each other next time. ”

Fan Bizhuang waved his hand behind his back and gradually walked away.

"Big brother is a good guy."

The little girl looked at the figure that had already walked into the airport hall in the distance, and gently stroked the body of the piano, as if she was sighing, and as if she was whispering softly to her only friend.

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"Fan, you're back. I thought you had escaped. ”

Seeing Fan Bizhuang walking into the hall with a backpack on his back, Molina, who had already finished parking, greeted him. just complained a few words, and then pulled Fan Bizhuang and walked straight to the boarding gate.

"Let's get on board, it's almost time."

Fan Bizhuang nodded, and walked slowly towards the boarding gate with Molina, who was also carrying only a backpack.

And behind them, Geng Ziyu, who had a big bag and a small bag, slowly followed with a bitter face.