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Chapter 269

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

"I really hope that time will pass quickly, so that we can meet in China soon."

"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."

"Fan Ye, you have to work hard. You have achieved a good result this season. Next season, we are looking forward to your performance in the European arena."

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

The farewell words of more than 20 compatriots were still echoing in their ears, each with a bright smile, but mixed with nostalgia and reluctance. The faces seemed to be still in front of us. A plane had already rushed into the sky, and Fan Bizhuang turned his head silently.

"Farewell, my countrymen."

Two days have passed since the league match with the Espanyol. In this game, Fan Bizhuang contributed two assists and one goal. With a big score of 4:0, they won easily. While scoring three points, they also won two consecutive league victories.

Although Fan Bizhuang only played most of the game, his performance was good enough, and he was also selected as the best player on the spot after the game. Fan Bizhuang not only sent a goal to the Chinese fans who came from afar At the same time, it also raised great pride and pride in their hearts.

When the game ended and the fans chanted Fan Bizhuang's name, more than 20 Chinese fans felt Fan Bizhuang's popularity and influence in this stadium amidst the tsunami. This feeling is undoubtedly better than sitting on TV. The arrival of the plane was even more violent and hot, which was enough to make them feel that this trip to the small town was worthwhile while shaking.

Wang Yanyin and others had their harvest, but for Fan Bizhuang, his feelings were even more profound.

He has never forgotten the fact that he is a Chinese. When he was young, his aunt Azucena instilled in him the idea of ​​"don't forget where you come from", but after all, he lived in Europe since he was a child. The concept of the motherland is very vague.

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

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

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

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

In the blue sky, a tiny black spot was getting farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared. Fan Bizhuang sighed softly, and finally looked away, ready to leave.

The small town does not have an airport, but the capital city of Valencia has an international airport, but there is no direct domestic flight. Wang Yanyin and others need to take off from Valencia, transfer to Amsterdam, the Netherlands, and then transfer to the country of tulips to fly to domestic.

This is a bit troublesome, but there is no way around it.

Fan Bizhuang put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the outside of the airport.

"Fan? Fan Bizhuang?"

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

When Fan Bizhuang turned his head, an oriental man with yellow skin and curly hair was staring at him with endless astonishment and surprise in his eyes.

Fan Bizhuang didn't know this person, and the other party spoke English, so he froze and didn't speak.

The man in front of him quickly realized something. He changed his language, and it was Chinese, with a smile on his face. His right hand quickly reached out to Fan Bizhuang.

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

Fan Bizhuang's eyes wandered around him, and he understood something in an instant. He didn't answer, just nodded, turned around and continued walking forward.

"Let's go, Sun."

The words are slight and the attitude is cold.

Sun Jihai did not expect that the protagonist he was looking for during this trip to Villarreal would have such an indifferent attitude. Even though he had stayed in Europe for more than ten years and was used to seeing all kinds of people, he still felt that Some at a loss.

Fortunately, Fan Bizhuang didn't completely reject him thousands of miles away, so Sun Jihai quickly restrained himself and followed quickly.

"Okay, Fan."

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

On the side of the street, there was a black car parked. Fan Bizhuang's manager, Molina, was standing by the car door at the moment, pacing back and forth, with surprise and anxiety on his face, his eyes constantly drifting to Exit of the airport lobby.

When the familiar figure appeared in the eyes, Molina's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward impatiently.

Fan Bizhuang also saw Molina, and naturally noticed his unusual behavior. He nodded and walked closer.

"If it was you who had the rash on your ass... I wouldn't be surprised at what you're doing, Mr. Contrares."

Fan Bizhuang said this with a sense of ridicule, and in return Molina rolled his eyes. Of course, Molina didn't get entangled in this matter, he said bluntly: "Fan, there are guests here, we ...Hey, who is this?"

Molina found the oriental man following Fan Bizhuang, his eyes rolled, why is there another oriental man?are you Chinese?No, those fans from China should have all boarded the plane and left, why is there one left here?Could it be that there are Chinese fans coming here again?

Sun Jihai had already stepped forward, smiled and waved to him and nodded: "Hello, Mr. Manager."

"You... hello." Molina smacked his mouth.

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

"it's me."

A mid-spirited voice came from inside the car, and then the door was opened, and an old man who was not too tall, wearing your fleece coat, stepped down from above.He had a smile on his face, and a pair of glasses on his slightly flushed nose, casting a light called wisdom.

Fan Bizhuang was stunned, and subconsciously said: "What a bad old man?"

"..."

Ferguson couldn't help laughing. When the two met in England for the first time, Fan Bizhuang called him a bad old man. How long has passed? When they meet again, everything is still so familiar. Unceremoniously continuing to call "bad old man", this is really... Ferguson shook his head helplessly.

Fan Bizhuang didn't have much feeling. He is a very smart person. When Sun Jihai announced his family name, he knew why the other party came. Now that he saw his old acquaintance Ferguson, it is of course not difficult for him to guess the old Scottish man. The purpose of being here.

From this point of view, Manchester United is much more sincere than Manchester City.Of course, Manchester City is not bad either. They know they are Chinese. No, they sent Sun Jihai, who is also Chinese, to lobby. This is obviously because they want to play the emotional card.

As for Sun Jihai behind Fan Bizhuang, when he saw Ferguson, his eyeballs almost popped to the ground, and the corners of his mouth trembled a little: "Ah...Sir Alex Ferguson!"

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

Two people, one is the head coach of the Red Devils Manchester United, and the other is a player in the Blue Moon team. They both live in the Premier League, let alone in the same city. Naturally, there are many intersections between each other, and it is not enough to know each other. strange.

Of course, from a certain point of view, Sun Jihai is looking up to the biggest boss of the rival in the same city-although the position is different, most Manchester City players can dismiss the Red Devils Manchester United, but they are the greatest and greatest in the history of the Premier League. The legendary Sir Alex Ferguson, no one can not be respectful.

Sun Jihai's heart sank suddenly, the purpose of his trip was self-evident, but now that the Manchester United coach is also here, it may be very difficult for him to achieve his goal.

He doesn't think he has a more unique personality than Ferguson, and likewise, he doesn't think that Manchester City is more attractive than Manchester United now.

The only advantage is that I am Chinese, while Fan Bizhuang is of Chinese origin, and the two have the same origin, so as a breakthrough, there may be unexpected gains—although this hope seems to be very small at present, so small The point of insignificance.

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

"Let's go, what's the matter, let's talk about it when we go home."

talk about what?Do you still need to ask?
An inexplicable arc was drawn at the corner of Fan Bizhuang's mouth, and he gently closed his eyes.

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

Fan Bizhuang's attitude was a little cold, but Ferguson didn't take it seriously. He scanned Fan Bizhuang's body with meaningful eyes, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

Molina and Sun Jihai also did not speak, and the inside of the car was eerily quiet.

Ripples appeared in everyone's heart, and their respective plans were constantly stirring in their hearts.

The low roar of the car suddenly sounded, and the morning sun shone on the black top of the car, giving off a golden radiance, and then quickly drove into the traffic flow, and soon disappeared.

(End of this chapter)