Gao Zheng did what he said, and the next day he took Director Zhao to Xiyuan Road, which is the largest and most famous mobile phone communication and sales street in the city.

There, Gao Zheng bought the highest-end black version of the iPhone 4 for the old man, teacher's wife and Director Zhao.

Director Zhao was surprised that Gao Zheng would buy him a mobile phone. He wanted to refuse, but Gao Zheng forced the box into his hand.

"Take it. If you have anything in the future, you will not be able to contact us. You will definitely not do it when you have a long-distance international journey. Just have to have an Internet connection. And I guess the old man's acceptance of new things is probably not available. You have to go and help him see it frequently, otherwise he might throw it into the drawer if he encounters any problem." Gao Zheng thought everything very carefully.

His reason is flawless, and Director Zhao is indeed not easy to refuse, but he still looked at the Nokia feature phone in his hand and said, "I usually use this, and I will use this when I contact you..." He pointed to the paper box with the picture of the iPhone 4 printed on it.

"No, I bought a contract machine anyway, and the phone bill is paid in advance. Whether you use it or not will be deducted. So don't think too much, just use it if you use it."

"Then...thank you, Brother Zheng..."

"Whoever is with us? Don't be polite!" Gao Zheng gently pushed Director Zhao, who was a little embarrassed.

Director Zhao held the cardboard box in his hand, lowered his head and said nothing, feeling mixed in his heart.

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Gao Zheng and the old man and Director Zhao stayed together for five days, and finally taught the old man the most basic smartphone operation, such as turning on and off the phone, making phone calls, sending text messages and most importantly - using WeChat.

After successfully sending the first voice message to his wife with the mobile phone given by Gao Zheng, Yang Wenlong couldn't help but grin.

But then he began to urge Gao Zheng to go home quickly.

After coming back, I didn’t go home first, but came here myself. What’s the point of being?

Only then did Gao Zheng pack his luggage and board the flight back to Wu Zhi.

In the evening, he finally arrived at his home, a real home in an ordinary community in Wuzhi.

When he dragged his suitcase into the community gate, the guard room only glanced at him, did not ask who he was, nor did he ask him to register.

The small yard was filled with a large number of electric cars and piles of debris.

This is the kind of old community that can be seen everywhere in the old city. After it was built, it has become a bit of an era. When it was first completed, it was brand new like pearls, and it is a "building" that many people envy.

Now the enviable light has been blown away by the rain and wind. Those who still live here are either used to it or are families with poor financial conditions.

Gao Zheng's family is in the first situation, but the financial conditions are not good enough to buy a new house just like buying vegetables.

Anyway, it is an ordinary working family that can be seen everywhere in this city.

There is no father who can buy several houses in Shanghai in business, nor is there a capable strong woman and mother.

When he was sent to learn football, he was expelled from the football school because of a fight with someone. His parents no longer planned to let Gao Zheng learn football anymore because the huge expenses could be expected. That was not something that an ordinary working family could easily bear.

If Yang Wenlong hadn't come to the door and patted his chest and promised to give Gao Zheng half of the tuition fee, Gao Zheng would never have had the opportunity to continue playing football.

So Gao Zheng has a deep relationship with the old man.

He hadn't come back for several years, but the changes here were very slow, and most places were almost no different from the last time he saw them, and time seemed to have solidified here.

The only thing that gets faster is the rental advertisements posted at the gate. Because most of the resources of rental housing in this community are in the hands of the guards, in order to earn as much agency fees as possible, the guards basically refresh the tenant's housing supply every six months to one year. It is rare for them to rent a house here for more than two years.

In this society, different people always have different means and rules of survival.

Lao Zhao has his rules, and the doorman has his rules.

After leaving AC Milan due to injury, the more than a year spent staying with the old man did have brought a lot of influence and changes to Gao Zheng. What he saw was something that Vismarali would never see in AC Milan's youth training camp.

Gao Zheng, who was dragging his luggage, carefully dodged the burrs-like wooden boards, and all kinds of unknown garbage scattered beside the trash cans. Then he bypassed the electric car piled at the entrance of the corridor and walked into the dark corridor.

He coughed softly, and the corridor was still pitch black.

He increased his voice and coughed again, and even the lights in the corridor opposite were on. Only then did he finally realize that the street lights in the unit where his home was broken...

I don’t know when it broke, nor how long it took.

Fortunately, Gao Zheng, who had been standing in the dark for a while, could see the steps under his feet clearly. He lifted his suitcase and climbed up the steps.

After lowering his head and climbing on the fourth floor, he knocked on the security door of the house on the left.

The clanging sound echoed in the corridor, and the lights in the corridor on the seventh floor of the top floor finally turned on...

"Who?" A female voice sounded behind the security door.

Gao Zheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

Then there was the movement of slippers rubbing on the floor. The movement became increasingly louder and closer to the door.

Gao Zheng gave in to the side.

"Who is it?" The voice became clear, and at the same time the door was opened, and the yellow light in the room leaked out, just illuminating half of Gao Zheng's body who was leaving to the side.

The middle-aged woman who opened the door was stunned for a moment.

"Gao...Gao Zheng?"

Gao Zheng then grinned: "It's me, mom."

"You...didn't you mean you've just come back? There was no preparation at home..." The mother standing in the house was a little at a loss.

"I'm lying to you! I just don't want you to prepare anything...what else should I prepare when I get home?"

"Who?" The father's voice sounded in the inner room, and then he woke up the mother. He quickly let Gao Zheng open the door and let him in. At the same time, he turned around and shouted, "Your son is back, don't you tell me it?"

Gao Zheng, who came in with his luggage, looked up and saw his father wearing pajamas and glasses holding a book walking out of the bedroom. He looked surprised and asked the same question as his mother: "Didn't you say you've just come back?"

"Give you a surprise, are you happy, dad?" Gao Zheng said with a smile.

"Surprise is a surprise." Dad snorted. "You should sleep on the living room sofa at night."

"Ah?" Gao Zheng didn't expect his father to say that.

"Your mom thinks that you will be home tomorrow. Your bedroom has not been cleaned and the bed is covered with dust. How do you sleep?"

But my mother turned around and walked towards Gao Zheng's room: "Isn't it just a sleep? Just change the bed sheets and quilt covers... How long did it take?"

When she walked into the bedroom, she shouted again: "Come here to help, don't stand stupidly!"

"Oh." Gao Zheng responded and walked to the door, but saw his mother pointing behind him: "I asked your dad to help, why are you joining in the fun? Have you eaten? I'll give you a bowl of noodles later, you go and take a shower first..."

"I've eaten it..." Gao Zheng nodded repeatedly, making way for his father.

"What surprise did you say you're doing..." The father complained and put down his things and came in to help his wife.

"Go and rub a towel to wipe the dust. What are you going to do when you come in empty-handed?" Mom complained to her stupid husband.

Gao Zheng looked around and wanted to laugh.

Why did he stayed at the old man for so long and refused to go home? He just didn't want to hear his mother's complaints that he "didn't send you to play football if he had known," and didn't want to bear the pressure of "either go to college or be honest in finding me a job."

But now, he can face the pressure from his parents calmly.

Because now he already knows exactly what path he will take in the future.

The old man asked him what he had gained in the half-season with Sampdoria Reserve.

The real gain is of course not the reserve champion, but the clarification of what you want to do in the future and the gain of faith and confidence.

Now facing the very ordinary life scene at home, he can also look at it with a nostalgic look - this is the feeling of home.

It's great to go home.

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PS, to be honest, it is indeed difficult for this Brazilian team to go further. The football kingdom before had already fallen into the dilemma of talent gap. Think about it carefully, how talented the Brazilian team was more than ten or twenty years ago, Ronaldo, Ronaldo, Rivaldo, Roberto Carlos, Cafo, Emerson, Romario, Bebeto, Blanco, Dunga... Going forward, Zico, Socrate, Falcao... Continue to trace it back, it is Bailey, Galincha and others...

Since winning the World Cup championship in 1958, Brazilian talents have continued to explode. There are always a group of genius superstars born in every era. They have won the World Cup championships many times with these superstars, so they are called the "Football Kingdom".

Everyone believes that with Brazil's football culture and mass base, genius superstars will appear continuously.

But since the 2006 World Cup, what we have seen in Brazil, where talents have indeed faded, the Brazilian team in 2010 could only rely on Kaka to play against counterattacks, and in Brazil in 2014, there may only be one Neymar who has the ability to enter the five-star Brazil team in 2002.

So before yesterday's game, I predicted Brazil's failure. In fact, for me, Brazil lost one session, and two World Cups were not a big problem, and they had never lost. What made me, a Brazilian fan for 24 years, feel desperate is that the current Brazilian football soil has lost the magic that can always give birth to a large number of geniuses. This is the biggest problem in Brazil's football at present...

OK, let's not talk about this anymore.

Continue today's X**C activity:

I'm optimistic that England beat Sweden with two goals.
Chapter completed!