Zhang Jun's performances for Milan are getting better and better, as he scored again after scoring twice against Parma. It seems that Inzaghi has no chance to return even if he recovers from injury, and Inzaghi has indeed started training with the team, he is always frowning, and it seems that he is also worried about the battle for his position with Zhang Jun.

When Zhang Jun hadn't scored at the start of the season, Inzaghi was optimistic about his future. But with Zhang Jun's goal, all kinds of praise came to his face, and his reputation became bigger and bigger, appearing on TV shows and on the front page of newspapers, becoming a new favorite in the eyes of fans...... All of this put Inzaghi under great pressure.

Football is like that, if you're getting older, or you're getting injured and you're out of shape, it's only a matter of time before you're replaced by younger, better-in-form players.

Inzaghi has trained hard since returning from injury, which has pleased Carlo Ancelotti, and now it seems that buying Jang Jun Lai will also work. AC Milan has a fixed lineup in recent years, which has increased the tacit understanding between players on the one hand, but it has also caused insufficient competition within the team, and some players have a weak sense of crisis and competition.

Now the arrival of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan has injected vitality into the team. If a team wants to stay in contention for the title, it's important to have the energy of the team, and that energy comes from the competition within the team.

The difference Jang Jun has brought to the team can be seen by anyone, and he has won the trust of his teammates, coaches and fans.

His "11" shirt is also being worn by more and more Milan fans.

It seems that everything in Milan is developing in a good direction, at least until that happens, it is true.

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When Yang Pan got up to wash, Zhang Jun was already making breakfast in the kitchen, a very ordinary morning.

"Morning." Yang Pan said hello sleepily and went to wash his face.

"Early." Zhang Jun agreed while frying poached eggs. The eggs sizzle in the pan and give off an enticing aroma. The spaghetti and bread are ready and placed on the table, and the poached egg is ready to go.

He shoveled out his two poached eggs first, he likes to eat tender ones, and he likes the yolks or liquid ones the most. And Yang Pan can't get used to that fishy smell, so he is older.

He had just put the plate on the table when his phone rang. From the ringtone, it can be heard that it is from home, Zhang Jun is a little strange, he always takes the initiative to call home regularly, and his parents rarely take the initiative to contact him.

"Hey, Mom?" While answering the phone, he turned around to take care of Yang Pan's two poached eggs.

"Your dad is gone......" Mom said with tears in her voice.

"Gone? What's gone? Doesn't he go out a lot to events? Zhang Jun hadn't reacted yet.

"He's never coming back, he, he's dead...... Mom still couldn't hold back, crying on the phone.

Zhang Jun only felt his heart beat violently a few times, and then there was no response, and then he felt like he couldn't breathe.

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Yang Pan finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom, but he smelled a smell of something burning. It can't be breakfast, right? But Zhang Jun has never made any mistakes in cooking. Strangely, he rushed into the kitchen, only to see Zhang Jun standing in front of the stove with a phone in his hand, and black smoke came out of front of him.

"Hey, what are you doing? Sophie's call won't be like this! Yang Pan rushed up to turn off the fire, and didn't forget to play with Zhang Jun, who made a mistake. Look back at the poached eggs in the pot, God, it's already miserable. Yang Pan hurriedly withdrew his gaze, he was afraid that if he looked at it any longer, he would not be able to eat today's breakfast at all.

"Just kidding...... Zhang Jun muttered.

"What?" Yang Pan emptied the poached eggs into the trash can, then looked up and asked Zhang Jun, but he soon found that Zhang Jun was not talking to him at all, because Zhang Jun was staring blankly at the window in front of him.

Yang Pan felt that something was wrong: "Hey, Zhang Jun, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Yang, Yang Pan, can you ask Ancelotti for leave on my behalf? I'm going to book a plane ticket now......"

"Booking a flight? What are you doing? ”

"Go back, go back to China, go home ......" Zhang Jun seemed to be talking to the air.

"What the hell is going on, you say!" Yang Pan casually threw the pan in his hand, grabbed Zhang Jun's shoulders and asked loudly.

"I ...... My dad died......"

Yang Pan was also stunned.

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In the end, Zhang Jun personally called Ancelotti, explained the situation, and hoped to go home to take care of the funeral, Ancelotti agreed while not forgetting to comfort Zhang Jun and give him a week off.

When Yang Pan was still training at the Milanello base, Zhang Jun had already taken the plane from Milan to Yanjing.

Many reporters found that Zhang Jun was not in training, and the Milan club did not say that he had an injury and could not train with the team. So I was surprised and began to talk about it, so all kinds of rumors came out. It wasn't until after the training session that AC Milan held a brief press conference to solve the mystery in the minds of many puzzled journalists: "Zhang Jun has flown back to China this morning, his father died unexpectedly, and he needs to go back to take care of the aftermath." AC Milan is very saddened by the surprise and we have proposed to hold a moment of silence for Zhang Jun's tragic death of his father when the league kicks off two days later. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar below.

The official website of Milan has released an important announcement on the front page for the first time, expressing its grief. “…… Zhang Jun has lost his favorite father, and we will temporarily lose a good goalscorer in the league in two days' time. But AC Milan's loss is nowhere near a millionth of Zhang's, and we express our grief once again. Jang Jun is a strong player and I believe he will soon be able to pick himself up again......"

Then the news agencies broadcast the short message, and the professional media also reported on the incident. As Zhang Jun's hometown, China is even more bombed, after learning about Zhang Jun's flight number, countless reporters are staying at Yanjing Capital International Airport, hoping to interview Zhang Jun as soon as possible.

At this time, Zhang Jun didn't know anything about what was happening in the outside world, and his brain was numb until now, he couldn't say that he was sad or heartbroken, and he didn't have any special emotional fluctuations. Maybe until now, he still can't accept the fact that he knows that his father is a bit of a funny person, maybe it's a joke he orchestrated?

Many passengers on the plane have begun to suffer from jet lag, but Zhang Jun tilted his head, still not tired. He stared blankly at the lights above the cabin, which looked white as if he were in a hospital, and his mother's cries were still echoing in his ears.

"Your dad is gone...... Your dad is gone...... Your dad is gone......"

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When Zhang Jun walked out of the passage with only one bag on his back, the reporters outside recognized him wearing sunglasses at a glance.

With a "buzz", the reporters rushed up like flies that had seen a cake, and surrounded him.

"Hey! Zhang Jun, tell me how you feel! A short reporter grabbed Zhang Jun and took the lead in asking questions. Other journalists took the opportunity to take pictures.

Zhang Jun, who had been unresponsive, was angered by this sentence that was a bit like watching a play, he turned his head and glared at the other party angrily, but he didn't say the dirty words, just glared at the other party fiercely for a few seconds, and then continued to walk towards the exit, Qiu Zhi said that he would come to pick him up, but now there are too many people, he didn't see Qiu Suhui.

The reporter continued to pester Zhang Jun unrelentingly: "Don't stop talking, let the fans who care about you all over the country understand how you feel now!" ”

This was really cold-blooded, Zhang Jun couldn't stand it, so he turned around and grabbed the other party's collar and yelled at him: "My feeling now is that I want to fuck you fucking bastard!" Then he waved his hand and pushed the reporter to the ground!

Zhang Jun's outburst came suddenly, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, and no one stepped forward to stop him, but the cameras in the hands of many people faithfully recorded the whole process.

The reporter who was pushed to the ground was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly curled up on the ground, moaning in pain, as if Zhang Jun's palm had shattered his internal organs.

When Zhang Jun ignored him, he turned around and walked straight out.

When the "victim" saw that Zhang Jun was gone, he hurriedly pointed at his back on the ground and shouted: "Stop! Stop! Do you want to leave when you hit someone? Are you a football star and can you hit people casually? I'm going to sue you! ”

Zhang Jun still ignored it and continued to walk forward, but when the reporters reacted and wanted to catch up again, they were stopped by several airport security guards. The flashing lights are nothing more than an inscrutable back.

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The first thing Zhang Jun said when he saw Qiu Suhui in the café in the airport waiting hall was: "Qiu Zhi, is there the latest flight to Luoyang?" I want to go back right away! ”

Qiu Suhui first persuaded Zhang Jun to stabilize his emotions, and then called someone to buy a ticket.

Zhang Jun sat alone in a chair, his backpack thrown aside. He stared blankly at the crowd of people coming and going in the terminal building, and didn't think about anything.

He couldn't remember the unpleasantness that had just happened at the exit, as if it had never happened.

Coming home, there was only one thought on his mind now.

"The ticket was booked, two hours later. You rest first and don't be too sad. I don't think you've closed your eyes at all these days, have you? Qiu Suhui sat down to comfort Zhang Jun. When he took off his sunglasses, his bloodshot eyes were frighteningly red.

"I'm not tired...... Zhang Jun shook his head and said slowly.

Qiu Suhui knew that he couldn't persuade this stubborn child, so he could only sigh helplessly. It seems that this accident hit him hard.

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When Zhang Jun's plane landed at Luoyang Airport, the special car sent by Luoyang Municipal Axe had been waiting for him outside the airport for a long time. In order to avoid being disturbed by reporters again, he was escorted by airport security, got into the car directly through the side door, and then sped away on Airport Road towards the city.

When the black Passat drove into the familiar gate of the community, Zhang Jun could already feel the sadness that could be seen everywhere.

Wreaths, elegiac couplets, and obituaries, all of which shattered the last bit of luck in his heart little by little.

If it's just a joke, then the cost is too high, right?

When the people in the courtyard saw the black car coming in, they all looked at the people in the car with sympathetic eyes. They all know that Zhang Jun is back.

The Passat drove until it came to a stop under the unit where Zhang Jun's house was, and before Zhang Jun could stop the car, he pushed open the door and jumped out of the car.

Standing in a familiar environment, but his eyes are full of unfamiliar sadness. He looked around, there were people in front of him who were busy tying black yarn and silk flowers on the makeshift mourning hall, and it was his uncle who had rushed from his hometown in Sichuan to do all this himself, his gray hair made the wind very messy, but in the late autumn in the north, he only wore a thin sweater.

"Uncle." He stepped forward and screamed softly.

The uncle turned around and found that it was Zhang Jun, so he hurriedly put down the work in his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Go in and kowtow to your father." ”

Now is no longer the time to believe each other, Zhang Jun nodded, then put down his backpack and walked into the dim mourning hall.

The first thing he saw was the portrait of his father, not the traditional one, but a half-sided smile. A pair of candles in the photo are the only light source in the mourning hall, and the jumping candlelight reflects the father's face yellow, which is not realistic enough.

"Because your dad was in a car accident, so...... Although he took a lot of photos, he took very few of them, and we didn't find the kind that matched the posthumous portrait, so we had to replace this one. The uncle explained later, then lit three sticks of incense and handed them to Zhang Jun, and stepped aside.

Zhang Jun held incense in both hands under the candlelight, knelt on the ground, and after a few bows, he inserted the incense into the small incense burner, then pressed his hands on the ground and lowered his head.

One, two, three.

He kowtowed three times, Zhang Jun had never had such experience, and he didn't even know if what he had just done was right. Until now, the sadness in his heart is far less than he imagined, is he cold-blooded? When kowtowing, he still asked himself like this.

"Let's go up and see your mother." When he stood up, his uncle spoke to him again. Zhang Jun nodded, picked up his backpack and walked out of the mourning hall and walked towards the entrance of the building. Behind him, the uncle continued to be busy hanging black yarn and silk flowers.

His home was on the fourth floor, Zhang Jun lowered his head and walked up one floor to another, and when he went up to the third floor, he found that it was much more noisy than usual.

The door of the house was open, and many people gathered there, probably unable to sit in the house, and were squeezed outside.

Someone saw Zhang Jun and silently made way for him.

Zhang Jun squeezed into the room through the narrow crack.

He had seen his haggard mother in his bedroom. Mom sat on the sofa with a pale face, and it was Sophie's mother who was holding her hand beside her.

"Mom, I'...... It's back. Zhang Jun didn't know what to say, so he just stood stunned.

Mom looked up at Zhang Jun, and tears couldn't help flowing out again. Seeing his mother crying, Zhang Jun was a little overwhelmed, he had the impression that a strong woman like a mother had never cried in front of him as a son.

"Don't ...... like that," the aunt on the side took out a tissue to wipe away her tears, and comforted her softly, "Don't cry in front of the child." ”

Mom nodded, really no longer crying. She raised her hand and asked Zhang Jun to sit over, and Zhang Jun sat beside her obediently.

"Are you tired? Have you eaten? Your eyes are so red, go get some rest. Mom asked, not mentioning his father's death. Her voice trembled slightly, trying to show strength in front of her son.

"No, I'm not tired and I don't want to eat. Mom, my dad, he ...... How is he ...... Dead? Now Zhang Jun wants to know this question the most.

The mother hesitated, but still said to her son: "He drove to Baiyun Mountain with a few friends to sketch, but he encountered an overloaded bus on the winding mountain road, and in order to avoid them, he accidentally turned over to the ......" She couldn't continue to speak, because every time she said it, it meant that she remembered those details that she didn't want to recall.

There is no need to say any more, Zhang Jun already roughly understands. As my uncle said, there are car accidents that happen all over the world every day. There are people in this world who die in car accidents every day, but why is it him? Will it be my dad?

Zhang Jun tightened the straps of his backpack with both hands.

The bedroom wasn't as noisy as the living room outside, just the three of them, and it was quiet when the door was closed. All three stopped talking, until someone pushed the door open and broke the somewhat awkward silence.

Sophie was carrying a hot water bottle and stood at the door looking at Zhang Jun, who looked at her like that. The two looked at each other for only two seconds, and Sophie closed the door with her backhand, then lowered her head and placed the water bottle on the table.

"Boiling water, Mom." Sophie whispered.

Aunt nodded: "You go and rest for a while, you will be more tired at night." ”

Sophie glanced at Zhang Jun again, then nodded and turned to go out. Zhang Jun noticed that Sophie's eyes were the same as his—bloodshot.

When Sophie left, the aunt said to Zhang Jun: "You can also go and sleep for a while, and you will have to keep a vigil at night." ”

When he got home, Zhang Jun, who saw his mother and Sophie, was half relieved, and at this time, he was reminded by his aunt like this, and he really felt sleepy, he hadn't had a good rest for two days, and now he really had to go to sleep. He stood up: "Mom, I'm going to sleep, you can rest too, pay attention to your body, don't be too ...... It's so sad. He bit his lip and said.

Mom nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Then I'll go, and my aunt will trouble you to take care of my mother."

"Okay, it's okay, you can go." The aunt waved her hand.

Zhang Jun picked up his bag and walked out, from the quiet bedroom to the somewhat noisy living room, Sophie's father was busy greeting the guests who came to pay their respects, and did not see him. Looking at the people coming in and out, Zhang Jun felt a wave of dizziness, and the panic in his chest made him want to vomit.

Without even saying hello to his uncle, he slammed open the door of his bedroom, locked it again, and threw himself on the bed.

Smelling the familiar smell on the bed and listening to the faint sound of discussion coming from the living room, Zhang Jun closed his eyes, and he still didn't cry.

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After sleeping until the night, I got up and washed up briefly, and the two families sat down for a simple meal with the uncle who came to mourn and help on behalf of their hometown. Uncle is a chef and has good skills, and Zhang Jun's favorite thing is to go back to his hometown to eat the dishes he cooks during the Chinese New Year. But this meal, the chef is not in the mood to do it, and the diners are not in the mood to taste it. After the meal, the adults comforted their mother upstairs and discussed how Zhang Jun's father's funeral should be held, while Sophie helped take care of the other guests, boiled water, and made tea and served food. And Zhang Jun came to the mourning hall in the courtyard to keep a vigil.

The mourning hall at night has two more light bulbs than during the day, one inside and one outside. The orange-yellow light penetrated the darkness, illuminating the surrounding five meters of the range, in this light, four tables of mahjong have been placed, this courtyard is mostly Sichuan moved to build Luoyang railway workers, so they like to play mahjong, no matter when can not stop them from gathering together to build the Great Wall. Nearby neighbors are "fighting at night", making mahjong and "bang" sounds.

Zhang Jun walked straight into the mourning hall, then lowered the curtain and sat in front of his father's portrait. It was dark during the day, and now he noticed a badly damaged Nikon camera next to it.

This must be the camera that my dad had at the time......

Sitting next to a corpse alone, Zhang Jun was not afraid at all, because it was his father. In the past, Zhang Jun had heard a lot of ghost stories, watched a lot of horror movies, what a corpse, the night of returning to the soul, he was very scared at the time, but now just because the person lying on the side covered with mourning clothes is his father, his dearest and dearest father, he feels very safe and at ease.

The curtain was lifted, and Sophie entered.

"I knew you were here." Sophie tried to comfort Jang Jun with a smile, but she tried several times, but she couldn't laugh. Zhang Jun smiled slightly: "Why did you come down?" ”

"Take two bottles of water, I'm afraid they won't have any water to drink." Sophie pointed behind her, and there was another sound of mahjong, and I don't know who had a draw again.

Then there was silence in the room.

Sophie felt embarrassed by this, so she made an excuse to leave: "I...... I went up and boiled water. ”

As soon as she turned around, Zhang Jun grabbed her: "Go out for a walk with me, okay?" ”

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"Sophie, I'm weird. I'm still at peace. And not as sad as they thought...... But it was my dad who died, but I didn't even cry once. Am I too cold-blooded, you say? Zhang Jun sat on the edge of the roadside flower bed, watching the traffic and people coming and going, and people constantly crossing over from places where there were no zebra crossings.

"That's not the case, Jun Zhang." Sophie tries to comfort Jang Jun. "Actually, I know you must have ...... in your heart"

"When I heard my mom say it, I thought it was a joke. You know my dad is a guy who likes to joke. Zhang Jun didn't pay attention to Sophie, he said as if talking to himself alone. Since I was a child, my mother has been busy with business alone, and my dad and I have a better relationship than my mom and me, he took me everywhere to play, and took pictures of me to record my growth experience. He taught me when I started playing...... Many times, we are less like father and son than friends. ”

Zhang Jun still hasn't remembered what day his father's birth was, and he doesn't know which brand of cigarettes he likes to smoke. I thought I had the best relationship with my dad a long time ago, so I won't forget a lot of things. But now, it seems, he remembered almost nothing. When he was playing, there were many photos taken by his father for him, but there were few photos of the two.

The uncle said that his father had taken so many photos, but few of them were taken for himself. Zhang Jun thinks about it, and he rarely takes the initiative to ask his father who holds the camera and presses the shutter to take a group photo.

When he used to go to school, he only had friendship and love in his mind, and family affection put him in third place, and he was always proud that he had a group of good friends, and he also felt lucky to have a girlfriend like Sophie. Later, he worked and played professional football, which made him a star, and he was out for eleven months of the year, and finally came back, and was busy with various commercial contracts and social activities, as well as the training camp of the national team and the national Olympic team, and the time he really stayed at home for more than three years is probably only a little more than a month.

Mom wants him to stay at home for a few more days, and Dad will say that it is his son's job and it should be. As for him, he also thinks that his father is reasonable, and his mother is too wordy. Yes, shooting commercials is work, attending various press conferences is work, participating in team training is work, and serving as a love ambassador is also work. He is so busy, he doesn't have time to spend with his parents, watch TV with them, take a walk with them, and take pictures with them in the park. He is now a public figure, and he devotes all his time to the public, satisfying the public's desire for prying eyes, so much so that this satisfaction makes him sacrifice his family. Sometimes he thinks it's not good, but most of the time he's complacent about it, so he deliberately shows this busyness in front of his family.

Anyway, there is still a long time, he is only twenty-four years old now, and when he retires, he will spend time with his parents and Sophie. At that time, there were still two-thirds of his life left, enough for him to enjoy.

But what about now? Only a quarter of his life has passed, and he has lost an important loved one forever, and he no longer dares to imagine how the situation will change in the future.

He is lazy and will always push back what he can do today, to tomorrow, tomorrow, and another tomorrow. It's called "plan". But when that tomorrow, tomorrow, another tomorrow came, he was a little horrified to find that it was different from what he had planned.

Whether it's watching TV, movies, reading books, or listening to others, he knows that you have to cherish what is in front of you. He knew and understood what it meant, but he never put it into practice. And now that he has lost, he understands that the old saying "what is lost is the most precious" is definitely not empty talk.

Calling home, he can be perfunctory. When he got home, he always looked forward to finding those friends. He knows that family affection is very, very important, but he refuses to cherish it, even if he looks very stingy. Is it because family affection is too familiar to each of them? It's so familiar that I don't know how to cherish it.

Why do people always repeat the mistakes of others?

Dad is gone, and now Mom and Sophie are the most precious people in his life, and he doesn't want to make the same mistake again.

Looking at Sophie on the side, she was obviously more healed than the last time she saw her, and it was all from this time. For his father's affairs, she also worked a lot. It is a blessing for a lifetime to have such a girl by your side. Remembering when he was in high school, Yang Pan's grandmother died, when he was trapped in endless memories for a whole day, and he was in a very bad mood, Sophie was silently by his side, not saying anything, but he was moved as soon as he turned his head - there is such a person, whether you are proud or lost, whether you are happy or painful, you are by your side - at that time he had the urge to hug Sophie, but at that time they were still young and afraid of others gossiping, so his outstretched hand was just to help her straighten her collar. Today is different, he wants to hold this happiness in his arms now.

"Sophie, let me hug you, okay?" Zhang Jun said in a hoarse voice.

Sophie obediently snuggled up, and Zhang Jun opened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, feeling Sophie's body temperature, heartbeat, and breathing.

"When will you come to Italy, Sophie?"

"I ...... I don't know, I'm still doing an internship. ”

"I think about you every day in Italy, you are too far away from me, I am afraid of losing you......" Zhang Jun said softly with his face stroking Sophie's hair.

"Zhang Jun, I love you."

"I know, I know...... In the past, I was always told to cherish the people around me, but I didn't take it seriously, and now it's too late to regret it. That's why I ......," Jang Jun muttered as he put his mouth to Sophie's ear.

"Don't worry about me, I'll take care of myself. I've worked hard at the newspaper because I want to go to Italy and be with you as soon as possible. I miss you every day, too. But we all have our own businesses, don't we? Sophie took Zhang Jun's hand around her waist, and she didn't need to say anything more, this action said it all.

Zhang Jun knew in his heart that a week would pass soon, and when he left, it would be next spring when he would come back. He now just wants to hold Sophie in his arms and fend off the cold northern nights.

Sophie felt Zhang Jun's hands around her tighten a little tighter.

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After staying all night, Zhang Jun fought hard again to face the members of the condolence group from all fronts, including municipal axe leaders, customers on business contracts, relatives and friends, as well as his own teachers and coaches. They came one by one, some were very sad, some were just pretending to be very sad, Zhang Jun saw them all, and it was very strange that he could calmly analyze the purpose of their trip, some of them were to show their sympathy in front of the media, some were to win over their feelings, so that the future contract would be more effective, and some people came just to have a relationship with the star Zhang Junpan, to get close to it, to find a good feeling.

Condolences change, condolences change. This is what everyone said to him the most, but the expression on his face was really not enough to match the artistic conception of the words. There was no overt sadness on his face, one could even say a little expressionless. Zhang Jun was a little panicked in his heart, he didn't know why this was happening, he couldn't control his facial expressions as freely as those people, let it cry and cry, let it laugh and laugh, when it was time to cry was absolutely unambiguous.

He can't do it, so is it really sad not enough in his heart? My father died, but I couldn't cry, why? Not even crying secretly, and he didn't have time to think about whether he was cold-blooded anymore.

Until that day, when my father was carried into the hearse, he sat with the statue in his hand. When his father was still by his side, even if it was just a cold corpse, he felt that it was his father, and he had never left him. But now Dad is going to be pushed into the crematorium's incinerator, and when he comes out, all he has left is a box of ashes.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun didn't know why, and his nose suddenly became sore.

Mom sat opposite, looking at her husband who was lying quietly, she didn't cry, just muttered: "Weiguo, you're leaving, we'll send you on your last ride." Thou shalt bless thy son from above with peace and wellness, and good health......

Listening to his mother's soft nagging as if talking to herself, Zhang Jun's nose was sour again, his eyes blinked, and when he opened his eyelids again, his eyes were already hazy.

Zhang Jun blinked vigorously, not wanting to cry. But when he blinked a few times, two lines of tears flowed down very uncontrollably.

Finally he still cried, he thought he really wouldn't cry.

In the past, my father often carried a big bag and said that he was going to go far away, but he would say when he would come home. But this time, he will never come back.

Dad, are you leaving? Aren't you coming back? Are you willing? Sophie still wants to learn how to cook with you, and didn't you say you want to sell my autograph for money? But I haven't had time to sign it for you...... Who am I going to joke with in the future? Father......

Tears fell like beads of broken thread, wetting the floor beneath his feet.

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When the workers at the crematorium handed the wooden urn to Zhang Jun, his hands were shaking, and he had to hold the box in his arms in order to prevent the urn from falling.

The one who went in was still a big man with a height of 1.8 meters, why did he turn into ashes when he came out, and he was packed in this small drawer-like box?

Zhang Jun looked at the pitch-black box, and couldn't connect it with his father, who was always smiling.

There was another family around them, wearing linen and filial piety, crying and squeezing to the window, waiting to receive one of their relatives. Zhang Jun wiped his eyes and vaguely saw his expression on their faces, like looking in a mirror.

Why is it that there are many kinds of happiness in this world, but sadness is the same?

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Dad's ashes were not placed in the local Bishan Cemetery in Luoyang, although there is a common saying "born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in the north", but my mother insisted on taking my father back to his hometown in Sichuan, saying that the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

Since Zhang Jun thought about it with Sophie that day, he wanted to take his mother to Milan to live for a while and relax. The business of the store can be handed over to someone else to take care of it for a while. He owed his parents too much before, and now he wants to make amends.

But her mother rejected the suggestion, and she wanted to go back to her hometown in Sichuan to live for a while and bring back her father's ashes. In addition, Sophie is also going back to Chengdu to work, just with her uncle all the way.

Zhang Jun couldn't persuade him, so he had to agree. But he said that he must bring his mother to Italy in the future.

The week-long vacation is coming to an end, and Zhang Jun must also return to Milan. Accompanied by her uncle and Sophie, my mother returned to her hometown in Sichuan together. Luoyang's home, which had been noisy for a week, was suddenly gone, and the courtyard also returned to its usual calm, the mourning hall, wreaths, and elegiac couplets all disappeared overnight, and only the obituary on the wall that was blown off by the strong north wind of Luoyang is still telling people in the past how lively it used to be.

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Unlike when he came, when the reporters chased and intercepted him, Zhang Jun stood in the waiting hall of the airport, his face was a little tired, but his heart was a little relaxed - he finally didn't have to face those annoying reporters.

Passing by the newsstand, he bought a newspaper and planned to spend time on the plane.

But he opened the sports edition, only to see a photo of himself stretching out his hand to push the DAO reporter, and the caption next to the photo was eye-catching and a little scary:

"Football star Zhang Jun was rough and beat up innocent reporters!"

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