Golden Greenery

"Stop!" Klopp shouted to stop training.

"Karl, when Zhuo Yang goes up, you should pull back a little and pay attention to protect his back. Yes, this is the position, step back five meters."

"Max, when Zhuo takes the ball and cuts inside, you have to wait for an opportunity to pull aside, take the central defender away, and leave the space in the middle for Ricardo who can step in."

"Okay, very good, that's it. Keep going!"

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"You think football can be a great future. Isn't it better to just keep doing music?" Yang Hong closed his eyes and murmured: "Only a piano can be worthy of a doll." She was as soft as a pile of noodles. , I couldn't even move my fingers, and my messy hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to my face.

"I like it, and I have talent. Our son is a genius." Zhuo Tongtong's waist was almost broken from fatigue, but his hand was still stroking back and forth on his wife's back, feeling smoothness on his fingertips. "Honghong, why don't you think that the carvings of time have left no trace on your body? You are still as beautiful as the day I first met you. You are God's greatest favor to me."

"Husband, I love you...um..."

"Take it easy... um..., you are... um..., a bad person today..."

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"The beauty of America lies in the birds chirping, the clear springs laughing, and the leaves floating in the small villages. However, I think the beauty of Asia lies in the stars and the sea, the fish and the white sails that have never been seen before."

"Second brother, speak human language!"

"Oh, Ronaldinho's tail flick is quite good, but he is not like Zhuoyang who can run at high speed in one go."

Montolivo, the second younger brother of Wenqing, was explaining to his brothers his opinion on which one of Ronaldinho and Zhuo Yang is stronger or weaker.

"The gloomy sky, the mottled heart, how many laughters, past events and memories are buried in it. Ah——, what a cunt..."

"Second brother, don't give up on treatment."

Montolivo: "..."

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"Let the baby play football, the child is grown up." Yang Hong curled up in her husband's arms, and her words were like whispering in her sleep: "I just want my two children to be happy, and be happy all my life."

"I just want you and the children to be happy forever..." In a whisper, Yang Hong gradually fell asleep.

Zhuo Tongtong gently hugged his wife to his chest and pressed his cheek against her forehead. "Honghong, I love you. Love you..."

Listening to his wife's small snoring, Zhuo Tongtong finally let out a sigh of relief.

——Oh my God, I almost died today. There is still a long way to go in political and ideological work!

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After returning to the locker room after training, Zhuo Yang received a text message from his father: Don’t worry, your mother has agreed!

Zhuo Yang was overjoyed and gave a thumbs up to his father in his heart. Father's love is like a mountain, not an ordinary mountain, but a backer!

"Dad is mighty! I know that there is nothing that dad can't solve, and my great dad will easily solve any big problem." Zhuoyang replied to the text message and flattered his dad. Little did he know that Zhuo Tongtong was not relaxed at all.

Zhuoyang told coach Klopp the good news, and Klopp looked at him like a fool.

Zhuoyang told Professor Norman the good news, and Norman looked at him like a fool.

Zhuo Yang told his sister Zhuo Qiu the good news, and Zhuo Qiu happily ate a portion of braised pork.

Zhuo Yang told Li Xiaoqing the good news, and Li Xiaoqing took him to have a meal of braised pork.

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At night, Zhuo Yang returned to the dormitory and was still immersed in the excitement that everything was going well.

‘I walked past you alone and had nothing to say to you. I didn’t dare to raise my head...’ The phone rang, and it was a call from my father.

"Dad, you are amazing, you are my..."

"Zhuoyang, your mother wants to talk to you." Zhuo Tongtong interrupted her son's admiration.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"Zhuoyang, why didn't you tell us about such a big thing in advance?"

"Mom, I..."

"When will you become more sensible?

Don't you let me and your dad worry about it? "

"Mom. I..."

"It's okay to play football. I don't object to it, but what if you want to cause trouble again?"

"Mom, I promise..."

"I agree with you playing football, but what if your studies are delayed?"

"Mom..., you can ask Professor Norman..."

"I'll ask him, hum! He can't escape the consequences. Study hard, play the piano well, and don't fight when playing football, do you hear me?"

"Mom. I know..."

"...Zhuoyang, have you grown taller? Do you have enough money? Can you buy clothes by yourself?"

"...Mom, I miss you and dad..."

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Zhuo Yang had just put down his cell phone when Professor Norman's phone rang.

"Karl, I leave the child to you, what do you think is going on?"

"Ms. Yang Hong, listen to me..."

"Karl, it's unreasonable for me to trust you so much, but you coaxed my son to play football!"

"Ms. Yang Hong, listen to me..."

"What are you talking about? What's there to say? I'm warning you, Karl, if Zhuoyang does anything wrong, I won't forgive you!"

"...Ms. Yang Hong..."

"I'm telling you Karl, if Zhuoyang can't finish his studies, I'm not done with you!"

"...Ms. Yang Hong,...I...was wrong..."

Although Professor Norman was so impassioned when he beat Zhuo Yang, his fighting ability in front of Yang Hong was scum. Except for Zhuo Tongtong, who worked hard, everyone else was invincible under Yang Hongwanyue's toughness.

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There is a slight fragrance in the morning sky, and the night rain has washed away all the dust and dirt, and also exaggerates the fragrance of jasmine in the moisture. It floats with the wind and floats into every pore of breathing. .

Dawn was like a layer of white thick fog covering the city, gradually turning into a piece of gauze, and like a magical hand, gently parting her veil, making Zaixia blush with embarrassment.

Zhuo Tongtong, whose face was full of tenderness, looked at his wife with a smile as she went on a rampage eight thousand kilometers away, and couldn't help but admire Yang Hong's majestic killing spree both at home and abroad.

"Honghong, you are always so beautiful when you are angry, like the brightest one in the night sky... Ouch... Hiss..."

"What's wrong?"

"...waist..., waist pain..."

"You, I don't know why you were so crazy last night. My bones were almost falling apart because of you. Do you really think I was still the young man from twenty years ago? At that time, you knew that you were working all day and night. Trouble me, bad guy!"

Yang Hong, who looked more radiant and round in the early morning, formed a strong contrast with Zhuo Tongtong, who had dark circles under her eyes and looked depressed.

There are only exhausted cows and no damaged fields!

"Come, lie down...is it here? I'll rub it for you..., please take it easy in the future, we still have a long time ahead..."

The night closed in at the urging of dawn, and an early skylark looked curiously at the lights emitting from the windows of the buildings. After a while, with a crisp chirp, the birds flew away from the branches to join today's morning glow.

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