"A Zheng, your dad and I have seen the preview on TV. You really have to compete on New Year's Eve?"

Mom asked Gao Zheng via WeChat voice.

The preview she was talking about was the game preview from the CCTV Sports Channel. At 2 pm on February 10th, Sampdoria will play a league match against Rome at home.

And at the same time, it was 9:00 pm on February 10th, Beijing time. Just in time for Chinese Lunar New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve. On this day in China, thousands of families reunite in front of the TV, having a New Year’s Eve dinner and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The sports channel also prepared a sumptuous "New Year's Eve dinner" for everyone, that is, the live broadcast of Serie A at 9 p.m., Sampdoria vs. Roma, using Gao Zheng's game to present Spring Festival gifts to fans all over China.

Gao Zheng also said in voice: "For foreigners, there is no Lunar New Year. For them, February 10th is February 10th, which has no special meaning."

"Then do you have New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Mom, I've already said that it's not the Spring Festival here, so don't worry about it." Gao Zheng was very helpless, as if his mother didn't see his explanation.

After a while, my mother said: "Oh, I see."

It's not voice, it's typing.

Gao Zheng held his mobile phone for a while, and this time he switched to typing and said, "You and Dad take care of your health, don't worry about me, everything is fine here."

After typing, he wanted to go out, but after thinking about it, he deleted it again.

He was a little irritable, not because he didn't score a goal against Turin in the last round, but because the Spring Festival was approaching, and he found himself feeling a little homesick.

In fact, he has not spent the Spring Festival with his parents for many years.

Since he came to Italy at the age of fifteen, there has never been a Spring Festival as a family reunion.

At first he was homesick when he was in Milan, especially during the Spring Festival.

But then he didn't think about it anymore. After the adaptation period in Milan, he learned to speak Italian. As he grew older, he gradually stopped homesick. He just immerses himself in playing football and wants to make a good appearance in Italian and even European football.

There is no Spring Festival in Italy, and there is no seven-day holiday during the Lunar New Year every year. It is impossible for Gao Zheng, who trains and competes all day long, to ask for leave to celebrate the New Year alone during the Spring Festival.

Later, after he terminated the contract with Milan, he went directly to the old man, because he didn't want to face his mother's nagging and pressure, so he didn't live at all.

Later, he went to Italy again to pursue his football dream. This time he stayed in Italy and joined Sampdoria's youth training camp, and he had no chance to return home in the spring.

So for the general public, the Spring Festival is an annual festival to reunite with their families, but for Gao Zheng, it has never been like this.

He almost forgot what it was like to spend Spring Festival with his family last time.

He thought that he was used to this kind of days when he spends less time with his family and leaves more.

But he didn't expect that this time, when the Spring Festival was approaching, he would feel homesick.

Perhaps because of his small successes in football, the differences between him and his parents have disappeared, and his relationship with his parents is much better now than before.

The worst period was the years when he suffered a serious injury in the Milan youth team and went to the old man to escape himself.

His mother always thought that he should not be sent to play football at the beginning, so that there would be no such pain today.

Of course Gao Zheng knew that this was his parents' concern for him, but he had always liked football and played football since he was a child, so he couldn't accept this kind of concern.

During that time, he didn't even want to answer the phone at home, and he would quarrel if he answered a few words.

His mother insisted that he go to school and get a job honestly.

But he hated the arrangement of his parents for his life.

However, as he gained a firm foothold in Sampdoria, especially after Wolfart, the authoritative German doctor, diagnosed him last summer, the shadow that had been hanging over him and his parents was swept away. Also completely reconciled.

Last summer, at his family's house, he found that his father's temples had a lot of white, and his mother couldn't hide the aging of her face even if she put on makeup.

Only then did he realize that during the seven years he had experienced from the age of fifteen to twenty-two, his parents were also getting old unconsciously.

Thinking of that time, every house was very lively, the upstairs and downstairs were filled with laughter on the wine table, and the footsteps of visiting relatives and friends in the corridor were endless, but the door of my house was closed, and the room was deserted and quiet. The dinner was probably about the same as usual, and it wasn't that rich. Gao Zheng felt apologetic in his heart.

At this moment, Gao Zheng's cell phone rang again. He thought it was another message from his mother, but when he opened it, he found that it was from Feng Shiyao.

"I took a look at your schedule. It's two o'clock in the afternoon on February 10th. Do you want to come over to celebrate the New Year after the game?"

Gao Zheng was stunned.

"It's like this. When the time comes, the international students we watch the football together will organize together to celebrate the New Year. We will have dinner together and make dumplings. I think you won't have a place to go when the time comes, so I would like to ask, do you want to come together?"

When Gao Zheng saw this sentence, he snorted: What is "there is nowhere to go anyway"? As a famous player, will my spare time not be rich?

But he quickly curled his lips and said that he is not rich. He is not like some players who sing every night and almost regard nightclubs as their home. In addition to purchasing daily necessities, he rarely goes out alone, preferring to play video games in the apartment.

Perhaps because Gao Zheng didn't reply immediately, Feng Shiyao added another sentence: "Don't worry, they are all from our own, and there are no outsiders."

"Okay," Gao Zheng replied.

"What do you mean? So reluctantly?" Feng Shiyao said immediately.

Gao Zheng laughed and gave a very affirmative answer: "Okay, I'll come as soon as I leave my things at home after the game!"

"Okay, I told them."

"Um."

Putting down the phone, Gao Zheng's mood improved. Although he still couldn't accompany his parents, at least he didn't have to spend this year's Spring Festival alone.

Wait, Gao Zheng suddenly thought of something.

The game is at two o'clock in the afternoon, isn't it nine o'clock in the evening in China? At that time, my parents will definitely not watch the Spring Festival Gala, but will stay on the TV and wait for his live broadcast.

He suddenly had an idea, although he couldn't spend the New Year with his parents, but he could use another way to celebrate the New Year with them.

Feng Shiyao put down her phone, looked up to Xiao Yingying who was full of expectation, and said, "He agreed."

"Yeah!" Xiao Yingying rushed forward and kissed Feng Shiyao on the face.

Feng Shiyao quickly pushed her away: "Calm down!"

Xiao Yingying said with a smile: "Sister Feng still has a lot of face."

"How about I give you his WeChat account, and you can go to him directly for such things in the future?" Feng Shiyao shook her phone.

Xiao Yingying waved her firm hand: "No. I just simply like his skills and looks. With the idol's contact information, the relationship between our simple idol and fans will deteriorate! Let the handsome guy always live in my beautiful life." in your imagination!"

Seeing Xiao Yingying playing tricks, Feng Shiyao laughed and cursed: "Sister Xiao is such a dragon."

The game against Rome on February 10 is getting closer, and the Spring Festival is getting closer.

But after Gao Zheng finished training this day, he practiced free kicks for half an hour as usual.

At this time, the training ground was empty except for him.

The other teammates finished training and went to the locker room immediately. Today they withdrew very quickly, as if everyone had an appointment waiting.

In the past, when Gao Zheng went, basically there were only a few people left in the locker room. Of course, Marcy would definitely wait for him in the locker room, because Gao Zheng was going to rub his car.

So when Gao Zheng arrived in the locker room, he opened the door and found that it was pitch black inside, he was taken aback for a moment, and everyone had left!

That boy Maxi didn't wait for me?

At this moment, Gao Zheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and Alberto Macy's shout sounded in his ears: "nnnns Happy Chinese New Year!"

After Gao Zheng's eyes got used to the light, he realized that none of his teammates had left, and they were all in the locker room. They were wearing so-called Chinese clothes they got from nowhere, holding Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters in their hands. It looks a little funny.

Everyone looked at Gao Zheng with a smile.

"You are?" Gao Zheng didn't react.

"We know that it will be the New Year in your country soon, and we also know that as a Chinese, you should be with your parents at this time, but I'm sorry, there is no way to give you such a long vacation. So I hope I can help you have a happy time Chinese New Year." Head coach Di Francesco came out, he was also wearing a funny Chinese costume, and explained to Gao Zheng.

Everyone pulled the ribbons and brought out plates of dumplings.

"This is the takeaway we ordered from the Chinese restaurant. I hope it's not cold yet. Hurry up and eat it!" Ma Xichong waved to Gao Zheng who was still standing at the door.

Gao Zheng looked at these teammates and coaches as if they had just stepped out of a farce. With different skin colors, they had obvious Western faces. Coupled with the strange Chinese clothes that Chinese people do not wear, there is an obvious sense of violation.

They actually did these things behind their backs, and I don't know it at all these days

He took a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

Minced meat with leeks.

It turned out to be really the taste of Chinese dumplings, without any improvement to cater for the taste of the food here.

As soon as this dumpling was bitten down, the familiar taste immediately brought Gao Zheng's various feelings for the Spring Festival.

He almost burst into tears.

But how could the big devil let his teammates see such a shameful scene.

So he raised his neck and swallowed the dumpling.

"Is it delicious?" Ma Xi looked at Gao Zheng curiously.

Gao Zheng, holding back his tears, nodded: "It's delicious!"

"Then let's eat too!"

"Hell, I can't use chopsticks"

"The Chinese are really amazing. How did they manage to do all the eating with two sticks?"

Someone wanted to imitate Gao Zheng, but the slippery dumplings couldn't be picked up, and they were planed off the plate. Some people simply hold the chopsticks with their hands, use the chopsticks as barbecue skewers, and fork the dumplings one by one on the chopsticks. Some people are impatient, so they just get started.

There was excitement in the locker room.

In addition to dumplings, there are other foods and drinks. The team opened a buffet in the locker room this time. After the game, the team often has this kind of dinner in the locker room to replenish their energy. Now it is just replacing the usual food with Chinese specialties. The team is familiar with it, so it only took such a short time to set up the scene.

Di Francesco held a glass of juice and asked, "How do you say Chinese New Year in your language?"

"Spring Festival." Gao Zheng told him in Chinese.

"Pure? Pure and happy!" He drank a glass with Gao Zheng.

"Happy Chinese New Year, coach. Also, thank you."

"You're welcome Gao. This is our way of saying thank you. You know, Sampdoria is my second time in charge of a Serie A team and my first one was a failure so I have to thank you You, you made my second Serie A coaching resume very beautiful, ha!" Di Francesco was really happy.

Looking at the bustling locker room, Gao Zheng suddenly wanted to thank Mr. Squinzi.

If he hadn't rejected him at the beginning, how could he come here and meet so many lovely teammates and coaches?

Well, thank you Mr. Squinzi, for real this time.

Next time if I have the chance to meet Sassuolo again, I will definitely score one less goal for them

, the Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and I wish everyone an early New Year in advance!

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