Vol 7 Chapter 301: Old shoots and new shoots (1)

Call the coach to inform yourself to change the plan, and go back to China to participate in some official activities. Pellegrini was relieved when he heard that he was not going to participate in the warm-up match. Although he was tiring in official activities, there was no danger of injury, so he was very happy to leave.
Now that Lampard's coming is no longer a secret within the club, he will come to report on this international match day. Wang Aiyuan plans to invite him to dinner at home during this day, and then the brothers will train and play together.
It's a pity that Wang Ai can't tell Lampard now, after all, he hasn't come to the official report.
On the morning of August 31, Wang Ai was in a quiet first-class cabin with Shi Wenjun and his team to review the activity process, as well as an interview outline from Xinhua News Agency. This interview was not decided by Xinhua News Agency itself, but was requested by the upper management, so it was very official and serious.
After watching for a long time, Wang Ai put the document in his hand, rubbed his forehead, and looked painful. Leoni, who was always watching him, hurried to ask, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." Wang Ai shook her head and put down her hand, but her brows were still tightly wrinkled.
"Let's rest for a while." Leoni said distressedly, "You haven't rested much these past few days."
Wang Ai smiled reluctantly: "Well, it's time for bed in the morning. It should be time to develop a biological clock. You shouldn't read books, just sleep."
"Yeah." Leoni showed a smile: "I'm going to sleep for a while, shall I hold you?"
Wang Ai smiled, flattened the chair, pulled the blanket, and closed the porthole. Leoni also lay down almost at the same time. Regardless of whether Wang Ai agreed or not, she stubbornly stretched out her hand and hugged him from behind.
After a while, Wang Ai fell into a deep sleep, while Leoni sat up gently, shook his head and pointed out at Zhao Dan, who had been paying attention to this side, and said softly after going out, "I have a low fever, but no Like a cold."
Zhao Dan frowned and said, "The last time the doctor caught a cold was six years ago. Do you remember his symptoms at that time?"
"You mean, maybe it's a cold?"
Zhao Dan shook his head: "I can't be sure, but should it be, this weather, and his physical condition..."
"Is it possible that the fatigue in summer has not eased, and I have caught up with the huge mental pressure, so I can't take it anymore?" Qian Ziqiang, who has been silent, suddenly interjected, and got a silent nod from the two, so he further said: "Domestic Can you push things forward? For example, Mr. Lei, you attended instead of him? Interviewed instead of him?"
Leoni thought for a while and gritted his teeth: "I can barely do this. Wenjun told his superiors that they must be able to measure their strength. But what about the family? No one can replace him."
Zhao Dan and Qian Ziqiang looked at each other, and Leoni waved his hand irritably: "Forget it, let's see after he wakes up. I think he should be able to hold on to his physical fitness, but he really can't sleep too much."
There is no other way for Zhao Dan and Qian Ziqiang. This kind of internal and external pressure is not good for anyone, not to mention that he was tired from last season, and then he was not idle all summer, and Manchester City's fighting strength was unstable in the new season. I finally wanted to take a good rest on this international game day, and caught up with the unexpected event of the civilian stadium.
If you can't escape one by one, you have to stand up, otherwise what?
Wang Ai didn't eat lunch, he was still sleeping, and Leoni didn't call him, but when Wang Ai was still asleep at dinner, Leoni panicked, and secretly touched Wang Ai's forehead and found that the temperature had risen, but It is impossible to determine whether it is a severe fever or a natural response to good sleep. Can't sleep any more, because it's going to be landing in BJ in a few hours.
Hearing a familiar voice calling softly, Wang Ai opened her eyes and felt that the night light on the ceiling was particularly dazzling, so she couldn't help but close her eyes for a while before opening them again. When he sat up, he didn't sit firmly. Several people came to help him. Wang Ai smiled reluctantly, but he couldn't say the joke.
It was just a motive, and it dissipated before the joke was formed, and the limbs were sore and dizzy.
Wang Ai waited for a while before standing up to go to the toilet, but he didn't even look at the sumptuous dinner that was near Chi Chi. This was a dinner that Leoni had specially ordered to strengthen. In the past, Wang Ai was always indignant while eating, and ranting about what in-flight meals are free, but the first-class fare is more than four times that of the general class.
When he came back, he noticed the concerned eyes of several people. Wang Ai suppressed the thought of going back to sleep and glanced at the dinner plate. I have no interest in plump bread, my mouth is dry when I think about it, I feel disgusted by steak, I am a little interested in oranges but have no strength to peel them, and I am a little interested in sliced ​​apples but feel nothing.
Wang Ai also knew that he was ill, and even knew that he had to supplement nutrition when he couldn't fast, so he finally leaned over to take a bottle of yogurt from Leoni's plate, and forced a smile: "Rice is always delicious for others. ."
Leoni was careful: "Don't eat anything else?"
"I can't eat it, but pack it? Don't waste it." Wang Ai was deliberately happy drinking yogurt: "I don't know if they provide plastic bags or not."
Seeing that Wang Ai can still joke, Leoni put some snacks: "I'll get you some orange juice, can you drink it?"
Wang Ai sucked out the yogurt and pointed to his stomach: "No, I can't hold it. With my current situation, I'm afraid I'll wet the bed."
Seeing a few people smiling, Wang Ai put down the yogurt and prepared to lie down: "By the way, help me find the headset."
Leoni put the dinner plate aside, took out the headset from the small suitcase, and plugged in the phone: "What do you want to hear?"
After wearing it, Wang Ai looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time: ""Erquan Reflecting the Moon"."
After speaking, Wang Ai lay down, and Leoni didn't dare to say anything, even though she knew that the song was a little weird at this time. Wang Ai didn't want to explain, nor did he have the strength to explain it. At this time, he believed in intuition more.
Leoni kept her voice low, fortunately, it was very quiet in the first class cabin. It wasn't too long. When Wang Ai closed his eyes, a cold moon rose in the spiritual world, and there were two cold streaks under the moonlight. Spring water, and a lonely old man pulling the erhu beside the spring water.
This chill suppressed the heat that Wang Ai could even breathe, and finally made him feel more comfortable.
When he woke up again, it was already at the airport in the second half of the night. Wang Ai took a deep breath: "How did I get down?"
"Walk down on your legs." Leonie joked: "You're a fan of the lake, but you're still obedient, let go and stop, just don't open your eyes, like sleepwalking ."
Wang Ai smiled and looked around at the cold and desolate night, and found the same mood as listening to the song just now, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable: "It's less than a month, I'm back, I've asked for leave and kept it since I knew it earlier. , at least save a million round trips."