Vol 7 Chapter 315: The Philosopher in the Country (5)

After returning to Manchester to rest for a day, Wang Ai went to the club to sell off vacation and participated in targeted training before the game the next day. Because tomorrow is the fourth round of the Premier League, the opponent is Arsenal who almost brought down Manchester City in the Community Shield.
Because Wang Ai came back too late, and he was in a normal physical condition after returning to China, so he did not enter the roster, and Wang Ai didn't care. After training, he walked towards the sunset and walked towards the same blue jersey as him. Lampard.
The two old friends reunited after a lapse of many years, and the enthusiasm that had been suppressed for an afternoon following the training burst out.
"Frank!"
"wiwi!"
The two embraced warmly and did not separate for a long time. The scenes of passion at Stamford Bridge that year flowed past the two of them, as if it were just yesterday. At that time, Lampard was in full bloom, and Wang Ai was emerging at that time. Together, they shaped the blue rapids that hit Europe under Mourinho.
Six years later, Lampard is thirty-six years old, and Wang Ai is married and has children. The same person, different time, place, and team made the two of them look at each other with emotion after they released.
"Come to my house at night, I'll invite you to dinner." Wang Ai sent an invitation.
"Okay." Lampard laughed.
"Is Christina there?"
"Back to London. How about you? Is Xu there?"
"In China, the children are still young."
The two smiled at each other and went out to the parking lot. Lampard looked at Wang Ai's bulletproof Iveco: "I heard that you have been sitting on this since you went to Italy? Didn't you change it?"
"Large and safe, I didn't change it." Wang Ai looked at Lampard's Land Rover: "Is it very majestic?"
"A little old." Lampard looked up and down and opened the door: "You lead the way, I'll follow you."
Wang Ai agreed and got into the car. The car, accompanied by a waving greeting from the doorman, drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic in Manchester.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
Many people know Wang Ai's car. There are very few players in the van, and Wang Ai's popularity is blessed, so this milky white RV is very famous in this generation, and even collectors have contacted Wang Ai to want it. Reserve.
Many fans will honk their horns or roll down the windows and wave hello when their vehicles are spotted. Usually, the guard driver responds. Rarely, Wang Ai will respond in person when he notices it. In this way, he entered the large scattered settlements in the eastern suburbs of Manchester in a lively way, and then turned a few corners and stopped slowly in the area where he saw the eastern hills in the distance.
Under the setting sun and the street lights, a spacious single-family courtyard appeared in front of everyone. The wall lamp has been lit up, emitting bright light. Across the high fence, only the three-story building of the main body can be seen hidden in the middle of a green tree. The simple situation in the courtyard can only be seen through the iron gate: it is not a fountain. , traditional manor with sculptures, but a modern manor with a large green space.
The three cars stopped one after another. Qian Ziqiang in Wang Ai’s pilot car got out and opened the door. Wang Ai waited for Lampard to park the car and invited him to enter together:
The more people in the family, the bigger the house. "
Lampard looked at him as he walked: "There are six bigs like Cobham."
Then he looked at the guards who were orderly and silent, and only when he looked at him would smile at him without any extra action. He was a little envious and a little emotional: "With your current influence, you really can't do without the bodyguards."
"Yeah!" Wang Ai also sighed and put his arm around Lampard's shoulder: "Without them, I would not be able to have a quiet meal with you."
Lampard also put his arms around Wang Ai's shoulders and walked in with a smile: "Is the swimming pool in the backyard? Is it in the open air?"
"Well, there's not that much room indoors. It's a pity that it won't work in winter. Did you buy a house in Manchester?"
"No, rent."
Just saying this, Leonie came out of the room and stood at the door with a smile on her face: "Hi, Frank!"
Lampard had a very shallow impression of Leoni. After all, when Wang Ai was in London, Xu Qinglian and Kang Si were with him, and Leoni only visited occasionally. However, because Wang Ai is on the news frequently, Leoni is often in the same frame with him, so Lampard knows that she is Wang Ai's person.
Moreover, Leoni was the one who promised to invite him to dinner with his current girlfriend Christina, and Christina did not hide it from him as Leoni asked, so Lampard had some expectations for Leoni's existence.
"Hello." Lampard greeted with a smile.
"Come in, dinner will take a while." Leoni also didn't care about inviting guests into the room.
After Lampard entered the room, he handed the children's gift to Leoni who thanked him.
"I'm treating you to Italian food today, can you eat it?" Wang Ai asked Lampard to sit in the living room.
"Did you go to Italy to study? Remember when you always invited me to eat Chinese food in Cobham?" Lampard asked with interest.
"Yes, I went to Italy for three and a half years to learn a lot of dishes. How about you, are you still immersed in the dark dishes of England?"
Lampard laughed, which was what he often complained about when he ate Chinese food at Wang Ai's house.
While talking and laughing, dinner was ready, Wang Ai invited Lampard to the restaurant for dinner. Since there were guests today, the guards took their plates and went to their bedrooms or outdoors to eat. Lampard didn't know it, and thought it was normal. The living room has also made a little arrangement, leaving a spacious space and a simple dining table.
Fried steak, wine, broth, salad, bread, sea bass stew... Since it is a private dinner, there is no first or second course. Accompanied by Wang Ai, Lampard, and Leoni, the three of them ate and chatted in the dimly lit restaurant.
"Is there a problem with the Ballon d'Or at the end of this year?" After a third of the meal, Lampard put down his glass with a flushed face.
"Probably." Wang Ai happily took a fork and put a meatball in his mouth: "You know, I don't dare to say it until the end."
Lampard shook his head, took the bottle and filled it up himself: "Come on, I wish my friend the Golden Globe Award again!"
The three raised their glasses together, laughed and drank each other.
"If I remember correctly, this is your fifth time, right?" Putting down the glass, Lampard's breath was a little rough: "It's amazing, the most three times before, you are the fifth time. The fourth time last year I heard people say you won't have more, but I wasn't convinced at the time, because in the World Cup, as long as your performance continues your usual state and your ranking is higher than those two, you won't be able to run away."
"My former teammates, forever friends, and now teammates who have been reunited by surprise." Lampard was a little drunk and looked at Wang Ai: "I am proud of you! Of all the teammates in my entire career, you are the greatest."
Wang Ai raised his glass again and Lampard drank it.