"A Zheng, your dad and I have seen the trailer on TV. Do you really have to compete on New Year's 29?"

My mother asked Gao Zheng through WeChat voice.

The trailer she mentioned is the trailer for the CCTV Sports Channel. At 2 pm on February 10, Sampdoria had a league game, playing against Rome at home.

And it is at 9:00 p.m. on February 10th, Beijing time. It happened to be the 29th day of the Chinese New Year's Eve in China. On this day, thousands of families gathered in front of the TV, eating the 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, which was the Serie A live broadcast at 9 pm. Sampdoria played against Rome, and used Gao Zheng's game to present Spring Festival gifts to fans all over China.

Gao Zheng also replied in voice: "Foreigners do not have the Lunar New Year. For them, February 10th is February 10th, but it has no special meaning."

"Then will you have the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Mom, I said that it's not the Spring Festival here, so don't worry." Gao Zheng was helpless, his mother seemed to have not seen his explanation.

After a while, my mother replied, “Oh, I understand.”

Not pronunciation, but typing.

Gao Zheng held his cell phone and posted it for a while, and then used typing to say, "Take care and don't worry about me, everything is fine here."

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

He was a little irritated, not because he didn't score a goal in the last round of the match against Turin, but because the Spring Festival is approaching, he found that he was actually a little homesick.

He hasn't been with his parents for many years.

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

At first, he missed home very much when he was in Milan, especially during the Spring Festival.

But later he stopped thinking about it. After spending the adaptation period in Milan, he learned to speak Italian. As he got older, he gradually stopped thinking about home. He just buried his head in football, trying to make a difference in Italy and even European football.

There is no Spring Festival in Italy, and there will be no seven-day holiday during the Lunar New Year every year. Gao Zheng, who trains and competes all day long, cannot take leave alone during the Spring Festival to go home for the New Year.

Later, after he terminated his contract with Milan, he went directly to join the old man. Because he didn't want to face his mother's nagging and pressure, he never went home at all.

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

So for the general public, the Spring Festival is an annual festival for reunion with their families, but for Gao Zheng, this has never been the case.

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

He thought he had become accustomed to such days of being together and being separated from his family.

But unexpectedly, this time, when the Spring Festival is approaching, he will be a little homesick.

Perhaps because he has achieved some minor results in football and the differences between him and his parents have disappeared, his relationship with his parents is much better now than before.

The worst stages were from the years when he suffered serious injuries in the Milan youth team to the old man's escape.

His mother always thought that she shouldn't have sent him to play football at the beginning, so that she would not have the same pain as she is today.

Of course Gao Zheng knew that this was his parents’ concern for him, but he had always liked football since he was a child and played football, so he could not accept this concern.

During that time, he didn't even want to answer the phone number at home, and he would quarrel after answering it for a few words.

His mother insisted that he go back to school and then find a job honestly.

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

However, as he gained a foothold in Sampdoria, especially after the diagnosis of his authoritative German doctor Walfat last summer, the shadow that had been shrouded in his heart and his parents was completely reconciled.

When he went home last summer, he found that his father had a lot of white hair on his temples. Even if his mother put on makeup, she could not hide the aging of her face.

It was only then that he realized that from the age of fifteen to twenty-two, his parents had grown old unknowingly after so many seven years.

I remembered that at that time, every household was very lively, with laughter and joy on the wine table upstairs and downstairs, and footsteps of visiting relatives and friends in the corridor were endless, but the door was closed and the room was deserted and quiet. Even if you had a New Year's Eve dinner, it was probably similar to usual. Gao Zheng felt sorry in his heart.

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

"I took a look at your schedule. It was two o'clock in the afternoon of February 10th. After the game, should I come and celebrate the New Year together?"

Gao Zheng was stunned.

"That's right. At that time, the international students who are watching football together will organize the New Year together, everyone will have dinner together and make dumplings. I think you should have no place to go by then, so I'll ask, do you want to come together?"

When Gao Zheng saw this sentence, he snorted: What does it mean to "No matter how old I have no place to go"? As a famous player, will I not have rich spare time in my spare time?

But he quickly curled his lips again and was not rich. He did not sing every night like some players, and almost regarded nightclubs as home. In addition to purchasing daily necessities, he rarely went out alone and would rather play electronic games in the apartment.

Perhaps because he did not receive Gao Zheng’s reply as soon as possible, Feng Shiyao added: “Don’t worry, they are all their own people, and there are no outsiders.”

"Okay," Gao Zheng replied.

"What does it mean? So forced?" Feng Shiyao replied immediately.

Gao Zheng laughed and gave a very affirmative answer: "Okay, I'll come home after the competition and put things in it!"

"Okay, I'll tell them."

"Um."

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

Wait, Gao Zheng suddenly thought of something.

The competition is 2:00 pm, and will it be 9:00 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 of the competition.

He suddenly had an idea. Although he couldn't go back to celebrate the New Year with his parents, he could use another way to greet them.

Feng Shiyao put down his cell phone and looked up to Xiao Yingying with anticipation, saying, "He agreed."

"Yes!" Xiao Yingying rushed up and kissed Feng Shiyao on the face.

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

Xiao Yingying said with a smile: "Sister Feng is still worthy of face."

"How about I'll give him WeChat, and you can just come to him for such things in the future?" Feng Shiyao shook her phone.

Xiao Yingying waved her hands firmly: "No. I just like his football skills and appearance. With the contact information of an idol, the relationship between our simple idol and fans will deteriorate! Let the handsome guy live in my beautiful imagination!"

Seeing Xiao Yingying playing tricks, Feng Shiyao laughed and scolded: "Sister Xiao is so good at dragon."

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

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

At this time, there was no one else on the training ground except him.

The other teammates finished their training and returned to the locker room as soon as possible. Today they retreated very quickly, as if they were all waiting for a date.

When Gao Zheng returned, there were basically only a few people left in the locker room. Of course, Maxi would definitely wait for him in the locker room because Gao Zheng had to go back by his car.

So when Gao Zheng returned to the locker room and opened the door and found that it was pitch black inside, he was stunned for a moment and he was almost gone!

That boy Massie didn't wait for me either?

At this moment, Gao Zheng suddenly had a bright light in front of him, and Albertomasi's shouting sounded in his ears: "Happy Chinese New Year!"

After Gao Zheng's eyes adapted to the light, he found that none of his teammates left, all in the locker room. They were wearing so-called Chinese clothes that they got from somewhere, holding Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu" in their hands, which made this scene look a bit funny.

Everyone looked at Gao Zheng with a smile.

"You guys are this." Gao Zheng didn't react.

"We know that it will be the New Year for your country soon, and we also know that as Chinese people, we should be with our parents at this time, but I'm sorry, I can't give you such a long vacation. So I hope I can help you have a happy Chinese New Year." Head coach Di Francesco walked out, also wearing funny Chinese costumes, explained to Gao Zheng.

Everyone pulled the ribbons and brought out plates of dumplings.

"This is the takeaway we ordered from a Chinese restaurant. I hope it's not cold yet, so come and eat it!" Ma Xichong, who was still standing at the door, waved.

Gao Zheng looked at these teammates and coaches who were walking out of the comedy. They had different skin colors and had obvious Western faces. They were paired with strange Chinese costumes that Chinese people themselves did not wear, which made them very obvious incongruity.

They actually made these things on their backs, but they didn't know that these days

He picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth.

It's made of leek meat.

It really tastes like Chinese dumplings, and there is no improvement in the diet here at all.

As soon as the dumplings were bitten, the familiar taste immediately brought Gao Zheng's feelings for the Spring Festival.

His tears almost came out.

But how could the Great Demon King let his teammates see such a shameful scene?

So he raised his neck and swallowed the dumplings.

"Is it delicious?" Maxi looked at Gao Zheng curiously.

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

"Then let's eat too!"

"Damn, I don't know how to use chopsticks"

"The Chinese are so amazing. How do they do all the meal movements with two sticks?"

Some people wanted to imitate Gao Zheng, but the slippery dumplings could not be picked up, and they were even washed out on the plate. Some people simply held the chopsticks in their hands, used the chopsticks as barbecue drills, and gave the dumplings one by one on the chopsticks. Some people were impatient, so they simply started to do it.

The locker room became lively.
To be continued...