Chapter 267 Father and Son
Zhang Qinghuan once felt that he was trapped in an endless downward spiral, falling in darkness without light or sound.
He once screamed for help, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth.
He waved his hands, trying in vain to grab something to stop himself from sliding down.
There was nothing to catch, or there was nothing he could catch in the darkness.
Then he began to count silently in his mind, thinking that by counting to three, he would be able to keep his feet on the ground.
But no.
Count three, still falling.
After dozens of blows, it was still falling.
After counting a hundred times, I still couldn't find the bottom.
Then he began to imagine that maybe this fall would end in the next second.
The next second, the next second, it will be the next time...
In the end, he didn't count how long it had been. He was used to this feeling of weightlessness during the fall, and he even... didn't want this feeling to disappear, and he didn't want to really have a moment of downing to the ground.
Why he likes drinking so much? Maybe it's because every time he gets drunk, he can feel dizzy and dizzy every time he gets drunk.
Suddenly, it seems that it is not falling, but rising...
In fact, at first, he seriously thought about whether this was a bad thing, but then when he thought of his father, such a healthy and cheerful person, he was gone, and he felt that since he never knew what would happen tomorrow or the accident. Whichever comes first, then why not cherish the moment and enjoy yourself in the moment?
Didn't the great poet Li Bai once say, "To be happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon"...
If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow.
But he never thought that one day he would suddenly be told that there was no tomorrow, and all the worries, worries and anguish were accumulated in the present.
His career was over!
He was frightened and helpless, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, the cell phone on the bedside rang.
The ringtone pierced the darkness that had no light or sound. He was like a drowning person, desperately trying to grab a life-saving straw, and suddenly grabbed the phone.
Then he froze.
It was my mother calling.
"Huanhuan, I read on the news that you were injured and your condition doesn't seem to be good?" As soon as the call was connected, he heard his mother's anxious voice. "What's going on?"
Hearing her mother's voice, Zhang Qinghuan could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears: "Mom..."
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Hu Lai finished the training, returned to the locker room with his teammates, changed clothes, and waited for Wang Guangwei to pack up and return to the rental house together.
At this moment, assistant coach Chen Mo suddenly appeared at the door of the locker room.
He knocked on the door.
The originally bustling locker room became quiet when they saw the coach coming. Head coach Zhao is a very kind person, but assistant coach Chen Mo is a very ruthless character...
In this silence, Chen Mo looked at Hu Lai and said: "Hu Lai, come here."
Everyone turned their puzzled eyes to Hu Lai, whose name was called, and didn't understand why the assistant coach came to him suddenly.
If something happens, the coach will leave the person directly after the team training is over.
Hu Lai knew that this might have something to do with Zhang Qinghuan.
So he said to Wang Guangwei: "Don't wait for me for a while. Just go back after packing up."
Wang Guangwei didn't ask any questions and nodded in agreement.
Hu Lai then stood up and left with the assistant coach in full view of everyone.
As soon as he left, his teammates came to ask Wang Guangwei: "Guangwei, do you know why Hu Lai was called away alone?"
Wang Guangwei spread his hands: "I don't know either..."
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Hu Lai met someone he had never seen before in the office of Director Zhao Kangming. He looked to be a middle-aged man, about the same age as Director Zhao, but his hair on both temples was completely white, and only the middle hair was still black.
He had deep wrinkles on his face and a frown, which made his expression look a little sad.
Seeing Hu Lai coming in, Zhao Kangming waved to him: "Come on, let me introduce you, this is Yong Jun, he is... uh..."
A middle-aged man named Yong Jun took the initiative to introduce: "I used to be Zhang Qinghuan's agent and a good friend of his parents."
Hu Lai looked at him strangely, not understanding what this had to do with him.
"It's like this. Mr. Yong was entrusted by Zhang Qinghuan's mother to come to Jincheng to see Zhang Qinghuan's situation. He found the club and hoped to see the X-ray of Zhang Qinghuan's left ankle..."
Hu Lai understood now that it was normal for people to ask for X-rays, but neither Director Zhao nor Dr. Yang could produce them. So seeing that this scam was about to be exposed, Director Zhao pushed himself out as the culprit...no, the initiator.
But Hu Lai is not someone who gives in so easily. He looked confused: "Then, Director Zhao, just show it to others."
"Haha." Director Zhao smiled slightly.
Chen Mo next to him glared at Hu Lai: "Don't pretend to be crazy here, Hu Lai. It was your kid who came up with this idea!"
Yong Jun watched the conversation between the three people, his eyes moving around on them. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he vaguely felt that things were not as simple as what he saw...< br>
As soon as Chen Mo spoke, Hu Lai became honest. He turned to Yong Jun: "Uncle, how is your relationship with Zhang Qinghuan?"
"Uh..." Yong Jun was in trouble with this question.
Seeing this, Hu Lai explained: "Because what we are going to say to you next, uncle, is related to Zhang Qinghuan's future. If you are not the kind of trustworthy person, then I will not say a word. This is Zhao The strict rules given to me by my mentor.”
After speaking, he glanced at Zhao Kangming.
"Hey, this kid..." Chen Mo didn't expect that Hu Lai would actually attack Zhao Kangming's army.
However, Zhao Kangming didn't care and smiled slightly, which was regarded as acknowledging Hu Lai's words.
"It's hard for me to tell you what my relationship is with Qing Huan." Yong Jun understood and explained. "I used to have a very good relationship with him. I am a good friend of his parents. We have known each other for many years, and I was his former manager. Of course, it is not the case now, because Qing Huan feels that I am too strict with him and treat me badly. Satisfied, he left me alone. We still maintain a very good relationship. This time it was his mother who called him and found out that he was going to retire due to injury... She was shocked, but she was not in good health and could not travel far, so she had to ask me to come for a trip. Jincheng, look at his son.”
After Yong Jun said this, a very strange thought came to Hu Lai's mind - such a big thing happened to his son, why did the mother ask a friend... where was his father?
He really wanted to ask this, but he didn't know if asking would embarrass everyone.
Yong Jun saw Hu Lai's little eyes blinking, how could he not understand?
So he quickly explained: "I didn't explain it clearly... Qing Huan's father passed away three years ago."
Everyone in the room, not only Hu Lai, but also Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo, were all surprised.
Because they have never heard of this before!
"This... the death of Qinghuan's father is a very sad and unfortunate thing for Qinghuan and his mother. This kind of thing is not worth publicizing everywhere, so only people in a small circle know about it, Not even the reporters know about it.”
When Hu Lai listened to Yong Jun's explanation, an idea suddenly came to his mind:
Zhang Qinghuan's father passed away three years ago. It seems that Zhang Qinghuan's indulgence lasted for three years. Is there any connection between this?
The reason why he had this idea was because there was a similar example in the time and space he traveled to.
The famous former Inter Milan star, Brazilian striker, "King" Adriano, who was once talented, was considered by his teammates to be a combination of Ronaldo and Ibrahimovic. The fans at the Meazza Stadium are looking forward to their The king can one day truly ascend the throne.
But in the end, this super genius failed to fulfill his talent and became what people expected him to be.
Instead, he fell at a very rapid rate.
Playing songs every night, even sleeping in a nightclub. Give yourself completely to alcohol and women, indulge yourself wantonly.
Even though the club president and the team's locker room leaders cared about him and helped him as if they were their own children, they still couldn't pull him out of his depravity.
Adriano later admitted that the death of his father had given him a huge blow, and he had never recovered since then, facing huge mental problems.
Of course, there are some fans on the Internet who think that Adriano just wants to find reasons for his fall and shift the responsibility to his dead father. Anyway, the dead will not stand up from the coffin to refute him.
This argument has always been popular. After China's genius Dong Fangzhuo suffered so much criticism, he did not stand up to clarify those rumors until he retired. But few people care about the truth anymore. They only care about what they think is the truth.
At least there was someone else on Adriano's side who testified about how much his father's death affected him. And Dong Fangzhuo's clarifications were just regarded as sophistry by some fans...
Inter Milan captain Zanetti said in a later interview that when Adriano received the call and was told the bad news, they were all in the room. He still can't forget when Adriano hung up the phone. The screams that followed, "came in a way that no one could have imagined."
Zanetti also admits that their failure to pull him out of the dark tunnel was his biggest failure and that he felt powerless because of it.
Because the sudden death of a loved one can have a huge impact on a person, it can turn a world-class super genius into a self-destructive gangster.
This kind of thing does not only exist in stories fabricated by literati, but actually exists in the world.
So even though Hu Lai had never heard Zhang Qinghuan admit it personally, he immediately connected the two things.
He looked at Yong Jun with wide eyes: "Is Zhang Qinghuan's current condition related to the death of his father?"
Yong Jun didn't expect Hu Lai to see what was behind the appearance. He cast a surprised look at Hu Lai, and then nodded: "Qing Huan has never admitted it, but his mother and I both think so. Yes. For Qing Huan, his father is more than just a father. So simple, Lao Zhang is his son's football leader and enlightenment coach. After Qing Huan showed his talent, he sent Qing Huan to the sports school, at least four times a week, riding a bicycle across half of the capital. He went to the sports school to practice..."
As Yong Jun told it, Hu Lai, Zhao Kangming and Chen Mo gradually sketched out the image of Zhang Qinghuan's father in their minds.
He is an old fan who likes football. In order to allow his son to concentrate on playing football, he resigned from public office, sold his house, and stayed with his son 365 days a year, no matter how hard it rained, he never stopped. Accompany him to go to the sports school to play football, accompany him to enter the reserve team of the capital Tenglong Club, and accompany him to upgrade in the echelon level by level, all the way to the Tenglong first team.
When his son goes to games with the team, no matter how far away he is, he will follow him and stand on the sidelines with a handheld DV to record his son playing football.
After the game is over, he will review the game with his son based on the video he took, analyze his performance, correct any problems, and praise him if he performs well.
In this way, day after day, year after year, under his careful care and careful training, his son became a super genius that attracted the attention of fans all over China. Everyone pinned their hopes on the Chinese team to participate in the World Cup. On him.
Next, it should be the son fighting hard on the court, and the father watching his son's game with joy in the stands, continuing to accompany him to the national team, participating in the World Cup qualifiers, until finally meeting his son on the World Cup field, becoming a part of Chinese football. Good story.
Including Yong Jun, everyone who knows the story of their father and son thinks so.
This is how the story should develop.
"... But who would have thought that a normally healthy person would suddenly... disappear on the way to watch his son play in an away game. Later, the doctor said it was spinal arteriovenous malformation... We couldn't figure it out either. He was a good person. My son was not sick or in pain, so he was gone... Qing Huan couldn't accept it. From then on, I noticed that something was not right with him mentally, and he was no longer active in training. He always wanted to go out and play. Nightclubs, going to bars before. When Lao Zhang was still with him, he wasn't like this... I wouldn't let him go. He argued with me at first, and then he simply avoided me and went secretly. When I found out, he continued to argue. If you ask me to terminate the contract, I will I was tired of arguing with him for a while, and I thought about terminating the contract and then terminating the contract... Thinking about it now, I regret it. I shouldn't have agreed to terminate the contract at that time, I should have watched him closely and defended him personally..."< br>
Speaking of this, Yong Jun seemed to have made a joke, but his smile was particularly bitter.
After listening to Zhang Qinghuan's unknown story, the other three people in the room fell into silence.
Yong Jun looked at them and asked: "Now can you tell me what happened to Qing Huan?"
The three people looked at each other, and finally Zhao Kangming stood up: "Mr. Yong, this is actually what happened..."
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PS, special thanks to Zhen Xiong Chumo, the author of "Surgery Live Room" for providing the cause of sudden death! Teacher Xiong's new book "The Doctor Has No Sleep" has been updated with 270,000 words. You can read it, or put it on your bookshelf to keep fat~
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