"Master Fan, let's see you next time!"

"I really hope that the time will pass soon, so that we can meet in China soon. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Don't worry, Master Fan, when you return to China, none of our brothers from the 'Zhuang Bifan Concentration Camp' will come to support you, no matter where you are."

"Master Fan, you have to work hard, you have achieved a good result this season, and next season, we will look forward to your performance in the European arena."

"This time in Villarreal, we made it worthwhile, we will always remember this trip to the small town, it will be the best and most unforgettable memory of our lives...... So...... Fan Ye, goodbye! ”

The parting words of more than 20 compatriots echoed in his ears, with bright smiles, but mixed with nostalgia and reluctance, his faces seemed to be still in front of him, a plane had rushed into the sky, and Fan Bizhuang turned back silently.

"Goodbye, my compatriot."

Two days have passed since the league with Espanyol, in this game, Van Bizhuang contributed two assists and a goal, and after he was substituted, the team scored another goal through Cazorla, and finally won easily 4-0, and then got three points, and also won two consecutive league games.

Although Fan Bizhuang only played the majority of the game, his performance was good enough to be voted the best of the match after the game, and Fan Bizhuang not only gave the Chinese fans a goal gift, but also made them feel a huge pride and pride.

When the game ended and the fans chanted Fan Bizhuang's name, more than 20 Chinese fans felt the popularity and influence of Fan Bizhuang in this stadium in the tsunami, which was undoubtedly more violent and hot than sitting in front of the TV, which was enough to make them sigh that this trip to the small town was not in vain.

Wang Yanyin and others have their gains, and for Fan Bizhuang, his feelings are even deeper.

He never forgot the fact that he was a Chinese, and when he was young, Aunt Azusena had instilled in him the idea of "don't forget where you came from", but after all, he had lived in Europe since he was a child, and his concept of the motherland was very vague.

For his distant hometown, he is not only looking forward to it, but also vague and confused.

But when Wang Yanyin and others suddenly appeared beside him, when the love song stadium fluttered with a touch of bright red, and the impassioned "March of the Volunteers" resounded in the night sky, the throbbing in his heart was extraordinarily strong.

There was a voice lingering in his heart, which made him more sure of what he really wanted to be clear in his heart.

For the land he has never set foot on, he is already full of endless yearning at this moment.

In the clear blue sky, a tiny black dot has become farther and farther away, gradually disappearing, Fan Bizhuang sighed softly, and finally retracted his gaze and prepared to leave.

There is no airport in the small city, but the capital city of Valencia has an international airport, but there are no direct domestic flights, Wang Yanyin and others need to take off from Valencia, transfer to Amsterdam in the Netherlands, and then transfer from the country of tulips to fly to China.

It's a bit of a hassle, but there's no way around it.

Fan Bizhuang put his hands in his pockets and took a step in the direction of the outside of the airport.

"Fan? Fan Bizhuang? ”

A voice sounded behind him, mixed with suspicion and surprise.

Fan Bizhuang turned around, and an oriental man with yellow skin and slightly curly hair was looking at him with burning eyes, his eyes were filled with endless astonishment and surprise.

Fan Bizhuang didn't know this person, the other party was in English, he was stunned and didn't speak.

The man in front of him quickly realized something, he changed his language, it was Chinese, a smile climbed on his face, and his right hand quickly stretched out in front of Fan Bizhuang.

"Hello, Fan...... Xiao Fan, I'm Sun Jihai, you can call me Sun, I'm from Manchester. ”

Fan Bizhuang's gaze roamed over him, and he understood something in an instant, he didn't answer, just nodded, turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Let's go, Sun."

The words are slight and the attitude is cold.

Sun Jihai didn't expect that the protagonist he was looking for on this trip to Villarreal would have such an indifferent attitude, Rao was that he had been in Europe for more than ten years, and he was used to seeing all kinds of people, but he still felt a little at a loss.

Fortunately, Fan Bizhuang did not completely reject him thousands of miles away, Sun Jihai quickly gathered his mind and followed quickly.

"Okay, Fan."

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Walking out of the airport hall, the streets are full of cars and cars, like a trend, shuttling endlessly.

On the side of the street, a black car was parked, and Molina, Fan Bizhuang's agent, was standing by the door at the moment, pacing back and forth, his face was both surprised and anxious, and his eyes kept drifting towards the exit of the airport hall.

When the familiar figure appeared in his eyes, Molina's eyes lit up, and he stepped impatiently to meet it.

Fan Bizhuang also saw Molina, and naturally noticed his abnormal behavior, he nodded and walked closer.

"If it's your fart.. I have a rash on my thighs, so I won't be surprised by your actions, Mr. Conterres. ”

Fan Bizhuang said with a sense of ridicule, in exchange for Molina's eyes, of course, Molina did not dwell on this matter, he said bluntly and urgently: "Fan, there is a guest here, I ...... Hey, who is this? ”

Molina spotted the Oriental man who was following Fan Bizhuang, his eyes rolled, how could there be another Oriental man? Is it Chinese? No, all those fans from China should have boarded the plane and left, so why did one stay here? Could it be that there are Chinese fans here again?

Sun Jihai had already stepped forward, waved at him with a smile and nodded: "Hello, Mr. Agent." ”

"You...... Hello. "Molina, smash, smash, smack.

"It's a friend, he's a grandson." Fan Bizhuang glanced at Molina, changed the subject, and said, "You said that a guest has arrived, Mr. Conterres, who is it?" ”

"It's me."

A neutral voice came from inside the car, and then the rear door opened, and an old man in your velvet coat, who was not very tall, stepped down from it. He had a smile on his face, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his slightly reddened nose, casting a light called wisdom.

Fan Bizhuang was stunned, and subconsciously said, "Bad old man? ”

“……”

Ferguson smiled dumbly, when the two met for the first time in England, Fan Bizhuang called him a bad old man, how long has it been, when they meet again, everything is still so familiar, this hateful boy still unceremoniously continues to call "bad old man", this is really ...... Ferguson shook his head helplessly.

Fan Bizhuang didn't feel much, he was a very smart person, when Sun Jihai reported his home, he knew why the other party came, and now that he saw his old acquaintance Ferguson, of course it was not difficult for him to guess the purpose of the old Scottish man coming here.

In this respect, Manchester United is much more sincere than Manchester City. Of course, Manchester City is not bad, knowing that they are Chinese, no, they sent Sun Jihai, who is also Chinese, to lobby, which is clearly to play the emotional card.

And Sun Jihai, who was behind Fan Bizhuang, when he saw Ferguson, his eyes were about to explode on the ground, and the corners of his mouth trembled a little: "Ah...... Alex. Sir Alex Ferguson! ”

Ferguson frowned, then stretched out again, and nodded with a flat expression: "It's you, Sun." ”

The two men, one is the manager of the Red Devils Manchester United, and the other is the player in the Blue Moon team, both of whom are begging for a living in the Premier League, let alone in the same city, so it is not surprising that they have a lot of intersections with each other.

Of course, in a way, Sun Jihai is in a state of looking up to the biggest boss of the city's sworn enemy - although the position is different, most Manchester City players can disdain the Red Devils Manchester United, but no one can not respect Sir Alex Ferguson, the greatest and most legendary Sir Alex Ferguson in the history of the Premier League.

Sun Jihai's heart sank suddenly, the purpose of his trip is self-evident, and now, the Manchester United coach has also appeared here, so the goal he wants to achieve may be difficult.

He doesn't think he's more charismatic than Alex Ferguson, and he doesn't think Manchester City are more attractive than Manchester United right now.

The only advantage is that he is Chinese and Fan Bizhuang is Chinese, and the two have the same roots, and using this as a breakthrough may have unexpected gains - although this hope seems small to the point of insignificance.

Fan Bizhuang looked at Sun Jihai and then at Ferguson, reached out and shook hands with the latter, and then got into the car.

"Let's go, if there's anything, we'll talk about it when we get home."

What to talk about? Do you still need to ask?

The corners of Fan Bizhuang's mouth outlined an inexplicable arc, and he gently closed his eyes.

Molina also sat in the driver's seat, Sun Jihai sat next to him, and Ferguson sat in the back seat with Fan Bizhuang.

Fan Bizhuang's attitude was a little cold, but Ferguson didn't care, and his meaningful gaze roamed around Fan Bizhuang's body, and he also closed his eyes and was silent.

Molina and Sun Jihai also did not speak, and the interior of the car was strangely calm.

Everyone's hearts rippled, and their own plans kept stirring in their hearts.

The low roar of the car suddenly sounded, and the morning sun shone on the black top layer of the car, glowing with golden brilliance, and then quickly drove into the traffic and quickly disappeared.