Reborn on Top of Football

While the guards took turns on stage and drunkenly sang various familiar songs, Kangsi sat next to Wang Ai and beat time, Leonie held a draft beer, and Huang Xin didn't drink at all for the sake of her children. She was sober now: " By the way, Depor, Chelsea, Inter Milan, Bayern, Manchester City, and Real Madrid all sent congratulations on their official websites, do you want to reply?"

"Really? So grand?" Wang Ai said: "Oh, those congratulatory letters and so on?"

"You'd better reply. You can't be rude in any way. If the leader asks the secretary to send a congratulatory message in a private capacity, you can reply with a handwritten letter. If the organization is organized, you can reply with a signed thank-you letter. Of course, it is best to have different content. Only by being targeted can you reflect your friendship with them. Didn’t the Federation of Trade Unions with whom you have the least friendship also help you arrange Beidaihe? You can thank them properly for this. From the media and clubs, you can post it on social platforms Thank you uniformly, and the brokerage companies on both sides of the sponsor will take care of it for you."

Wang Ai just nodded, and Huang Xin knocked Wang Ai angrily: "In the end, I am a friend. Your way of making friends is really amazing. I didn't even have a phone call or a single expression with you. They were all here. "

"That's what I have said before, but there will be no birthday party for birthdays. This is what the two head coaches, Lao Gao and Lao Tang, did."

Huang Xin knocked Wang Ai again, but this time the force was stronger: "I mean your friends are united!"

Just as Wang Ai was about to say something, Huang Xin pushed him: "Okay, it's your turn."

"What should I do?" Wang Ai stood up inexplicably.

"Everyone who is celebrating their birthday is singing, but you still don't sing? You, the birthday boy, treat everyone as a singer?"

"No, then I have to know how to do it?"

"Sing whatever you like!"

Wang Ai was pushed to the small performance stage. On the left was a colorful swimming pool, on the right was a barbecue grill with sparkling fishing lights, and there were colored lights above his head. In front of him were more than 20 chairs, where young people with good health and bad health were sitting. They all have smiles and warm eyes.

Wang Ai's sigh came from the microphone: "I once thought about my thirtieth birthday, and those letters in the room are the most glorious ones I can think of. Just like my cabinet of honor that has been expanded repeatedly and is still not enough, oh, it should almost be called now Wall of honor, house of honor.”

Amidst the whistles and applause, Wang Ai looked at everyone: "But now when I look at you, I realize that you are the achievement that makes me most gratified. So... I won't make any noise on this great day. Okay. Bar?"

"No!" Marissa, who had drunk too much, raised her arms.

Everyone who came to their senses denounced Wang Ai for using sophistry against his family. This was really called "I can't get off the stage". Wang Ai scratched his head and said, "I can't sing."

"We won't leave if you don't sing!"

"Think about it, you will always have a few songs. Old songs, new songs, and folk songs are all good, but you still have to sing a few lines." Leonie said loudly: "I really can't sing Little Star."

Wang Ai really looked up, but saw nothing. However, the depth of the night sky unexpectedly triggered his thoughts: "Perhaps, the scene is so lively this time, and it is also the reason why I am about to win the World Footballer for the sixth time. I have been practicing since I was six years old. To this day, I have accumulated a lot of honors, but I still have to go further. This is like Shangganling... Yes, Shangganling, I will sing a big river to you all. Although this is not our motherland, we have always been with the motherland."

Most of the people in the audience were soldiers. When they heard the prelude played by the sound engineer Kang Si, they subconsciously sat upright.

This is one of the few songs that Wang Ai can guarantee is not out of tune, probably because the loudspeakers in Wangjia Village were played every day in his childhood. Wang Ai calmed down, glanced at the small screen in front of him, and said with the prelude in place: "A big river has wide waves..."

The rich baritone really flowed slowly like a big river. The great rivers and mountains that he had measured flashed before Wang Ai's eyes. The glorious moments of Wang Ai flashed before the eyes of everyone in the audience. Huang Xin, Lei Sweat and injuries flashed before the eyes of Aoni and Kang Si. When the song reached its climax, today's singer Liu Liang said: "This is our beautiful motherland..."

The crowd's singing made Wang Aileng stand on the stage. He had already prepared his feelings and wanted to sing the climax by himself...

Anna was not feeling well today, so she didn't drink. She was a temporary guest photographer. By the swimming pool, she looked at the Chinese people who sang affectionately and harmoniously to the motherland. Suddenly she felt the coolness on her face, wiped it hurriedly, and hurried away. Look at the camera.

The next morning, Wang Ai held a one-hour work meeting and wrote a bunch of letters. After being checked by Huang Xin, he sent them back one by one using a fax machine. Wang Ai doesn't know whether others will reply to him or not, and it doesn't matter. As a leader in both Chinese football and Chinese track and field, Wang Ai is qualified to make rules.

"Um, doctor." Anna said, "The thank you tweet you posted on your social account just now was really nice."

Wang Ai, who was having lunch, looked up and blinked: "Sit down and let's eat together."

"Oh." Anna sat in front of her lady's special diet: "I want to post the part where you sang last night on the Internet. Do you think it's okay?"

"You don't think I'm embarrassed enough, do you? Liu Liang has already said that my tone has gone downhill."

Anna shook her head wildly, and Liu Liang, who was eating on the other side, was stunned: "I mean the original singer was a female voice, and the male voice should be lower."

"Isn't that still low?" Wang Ai spread his hands.

Leonie, who had also been busy all morning, stretched out her hand to Anna: "Show me?"

"Well, the lighting is good, the angle is good, the light is hazy and warm, the setting is natural and soothing, there are lead singers and harmonies, but the clothes are messy and not neat at all. Also, there are no close-ups or even frontal shots, all are side faces. This aircraft position is simply fixed.”

Huang Xin also leaned over: "It's good to highlight a nature. It is a good memorial for us. I think it may be a better memorial for ordinary people who send blessings to the doctor or express blessings in their hearts. Feedback, after all, it’s the first time a big star sings, isn’t it? It’s rare that it’s not out of tune.”

Anna looked at Huang Xin eagerly. Although Wang Ai really had the final say in the family, Wang Ai basically didn't speak. The female leader had the final say on all matters big and small.

"Fat!" Huang Xin did not hesitate: "Isn't it great that a star who is deeply loved by the motherland, after receiving blessings from the motherland on his birthday, responds with praise and praise for the motherland? He is not a professional singer, so why should he care about professionalism? Question? Post it, don’t listen to him."

Anna still glanced at Wang Ai and saw that he was frowning and silent, so she smiled brightly. Under Huang Xin's guidance, she made a few operations with her fingers and posted it on a newly registered B-site account.