Chapter 79 The feeling of going home

(Third update)

Until he got on the plane, Zhao Guangming was still asking Jiang Mu what he had done last night like a paparazzi. However, Jiang Mu only said that he was drunk and slept in the bar all night. Everything else refused to answer. He just closed his eyes and pretended, which made Zhao Guangming helpless. He sighed that Jiang Mu was inhuman and even cheated his good friends.

After 16 hours of flight, the plane finally arrived at Beijing International Airport at 8:55 a.m. Coming out of the terminal, Jiang Mu and Zhao Guangming almost looked up at the sky, breathed the fresh air, and then hugged each other tightly. At this moment, their hearts were full of all kinds of complex and unspeakable feelings.

After waiting for a long time, the family who picked up the plane had not yet come. Zhao Guangming saw that no one recognized them and laughed at Jiang Mu and said, "Wood, it seems that you are not famous enough. No one knows you."

Jiang Mu saw that thousands of fans in the fantasy came to pick up at the airport. Countless flowers and reporters did not appear. He laughed at himself and said, "We are not superstars. Fans like stars, not coaches. Besides, what is our score? Isn't it the head coach of a non-mainstream league B team?" "

Zhao Guangming was still a little disappointed when he saw Jiang Mu. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Actually, I think it should be like this. Of course, you can't be regarded as a star in Europe. You can only be regarded as a celebrity, but your influence should be great in China. It's just that there is no live TV broadcast of the Eerste Divisie game, and there is a lack of video information. Fans don't know you. Don't worry. Soon the reporter will break through your house and make you unable to get out of it.

"What an influence, we know ourselves... Well, it seems that the car of your father's unit is coming."

Jiang Mu looked around and saw a red flag car turned upside down. The license plate number belonged to Zhao Guangming's father's unit.

The car stopped beside Jiang Mu and Zhao Guangming. The door opened, and a middle-aged man about 40 years old came out of the car. His face was a little similar to Zhao Guangming's, but he was a little more solemn and less slippery.

"How are you, Uncle Zhao?" Jiang Mu hurried forward to say hello.

"You two bold guys are finally back. Let's see how your father cleans you up. Get in the car. Your father is in a meeting. Let me pick you up."

Zhao Jiang and his family have known each other for a long time. Zhao Guangming's father, Zhao Bin, is a section chief of the Beijing Land and Resources Bureau. Although the section chief in a small city is also an official, in Kyoto, the section chief is also a grass-civilian. The Bureau of Land and Resources was popular ten years later, and at this time it was just a deserted government office. Seeing his son's return from abroad, although Zhao Bin said harshly, he was actually more relieved.

Jiang Mu's home is in the community developed by the Education Bureau near the Third Ring Road. The house is a welfare house of the unit. After the housing reform, his parents paid a little money to buy it. Now the price of commercial housing in the Third Ring Road has risen to more than 6,000 yuan per square meter, which makes Jiang Mu's father very glad that he bought the house at that time, otherwise the husband and wife I can't afford to buy a house in my life.

Zhao Bin stopped the car next to the community, and Jiang Mu got out of the car with his bag.

Zhao Guangming said, "Wood, accompany your uncles and aunts at home. I'll come to play with you in a couple of days."

"Okay, you should also spend more time with your uncles and aunts. Goodbye, Uncle Zhao."

"Goodbye, Xiaomu."

"Goodbye, wood."

Jiang Mu walked into the community quickly with his bag on his back. He looked at the familiar pigeon tower. The sky was not so blue, and the air was a little turbid. He was extremely excited. He took three steps and took two steps to climb the third floor, came to his door, took two deep breaths, and rang the doorbell.

"Who?"

"It's me, Xiao Mu."

The door opened, revealing the kind face of a middle-aged woman. Seeing Jiang Mu, the middle-aged woman burst into tears and stretched out her arms to hold Jiang Mu in her arms, "Xiao Mu! My son, you are finally back! I thought you would never come!"

"No! Mom, never! Even if I go to the ends of the earth, I will take you and Dad with me.

Jiang Mu hugged his mother, and his eyes were also a little wet. He lived nearly 20 years longer than he is now. His mentality has been a little vicissitudes, but his understanding of family affection is more profound.

Jiang's mother cried for a while, pushed Jiang Mu away, laughed again, looked up and down at her son, and said, "My son is back and has a good time. I should be happy. I'm really confused."

"Mom, you are tears of joy, crying with joy. How can you always be confused? In my heart, you will always be the best and youngest mother." Jiang Mu comforted his mother with kind words.

"It will always be the youngest. That won't be an old monster. Well, I'll cook. When your father comes back from school, our family will have a reunion dinner." Jiang's mother is full of smiles. She has not smiled for more than a year since her child went abroad.

"Okay, I'll help my mother cook. I learned to cook in the Netherlands, and I can cook both Chinese and Western food." Jiang Mu wiped his fist and rubbed his palm.

"You don't need to help me make it, just help me eat it. If you don't want to watch TV, just talk to me next to me. It's too expensive to make international calls. I don't know many things about you there." Jiang's mother remembered that her son had suffered abroad in the past two years, and her eyes turned red again.

Jiang's mother knew that her son was coming back, so she bought a lot of good dishes, and bought some sea cucumbers and lobsters that she rarely ate. Jiang Mu was moved and bitter. He secretly vowed to let his parents live a rich and happy life.

Jiang's mother cooked a table of food. Jiang Cangjun, Jiang Mu's father, has come back from work. Jiang Cangjun is 50 years old this year. He has a square national face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. In addition to eyebrows, Jiang Mu is more like his mother. His figure is beautiful, but in the bones, the father and son are very similar. I'm a little paranoid. I forget to do what I like, and forget to sleep and eat.

Seeing his son who has been abroad for two years, Jiang Cangjun was also very excited, but he did not show it too clearly. He just patted Jiang Mu on the shoulder and said, "You have done a good job in the past two years, which makes me have a lot of face."

Jiang Cangjun brought a bottle of Maotai from his study and said, "Xiao Mu, open the wine. This is the Maotai I have treasured for 15 years. I originally wanted to drink it when you became a professional player, but now you have become a professional coach, which is also a fulfillment of my dream. Your mother has cooked so many dishes. Let's drink it today. "

Jiang Mu opened the wine bottle and filled a glass for his father and himself. Just as he was about to put the wine bottle aside, Jiang Cangjun said, "Pour a glass for your mother, too. Let's celebrate today."

Jiang's mother has a little high blood pressure. She never drank it before, but today she was so happy to see her son come back and said, "Prink me half a cup. I'll drink some today."

Jiang's mother poured half a cup for her mother and said, "Mom, you have high blood pressure, just drink less."

Jiang's mother was very happy to see her son's filial piety and said, "How harmful it is to not drink wine all year round."

Jiang Cangjun said, "Add a little more to your mother. Today is the happiest day in our family."

Jiang Mu added a little wine to his mother, put the bottle under the table, and then waited for his father to speak. During the Spring Festival and various family gatherings, the family had to wait for his father to speak before they could use the chopsticks.

"Well, today is the happiest day for our Jiang family. Jiang Mu, the child of the Jiang family, finally got a good shot. He became a professional football coach and led Alkmaar into the Dutch League. He won glory for our Jiang family and won glory for us Chinese people. Now we congratulate him."

Jiang Cangjun finished speaking happily and applauded. Jiang Mu and Jiang's mother also applauded happily.

"Well, let's have dinner now, Xiaomu. Please tell me about my experience in the Netherlands in the past two years. I'm curious that you can create such a miracle. When I saw the report in a Chinese newspaper, I even doubted whether Jiang Mu was my son." Jiang Cangjun Dao.

Jiang's mother also said, "I also want to hear it. The newspaper has blown you up."

"Actually, there is nothing. When I returned to China, I was seriously ill. I felt that I was going to die, so I thought I should do what I wanted to do most immediately, otherwise I would not close my eyes, so I went to the Dutch club to find a job, and then went to the amateur team Oriental Dragon..."

Talking about his history is what Jiang Mu hates the most, because he can't say the existence of Chang'e-1, nor can he say that he is reborn. He can only lie, and it is very troublesome to weave lies, and it has to be reasonable and logical. If there is a flaw, he has to cover it up with more lies, which makes Jiang Mu a headache, so he is all Jane. To put it simply and generally, I don't want to talk about the details at all.

Even if Jiang Mu didn't talk about it in detail enough, Jiang Cangjun and Jiang's mother listened with relish and joy. Jiang Cangjun didn't drink much in the first place, so he drank too much and talked about his football talent. Unfortunately, there was no professional football in that era, otherwise he could have become a powerful star, and finally said and lay down. I slept on the table.

Jiang Mu and his mother helped Jiang Cangjun to sleep. Jiang's mother called Jiang Cangjun's school for an afternoon off. Then the mother and son sat at home and chatted until dark. Jiang's mother cleaned up Jiang Mu's bedroom before going back to her room to sleep.

Jiang Mu lay in the long-lost Simmons single **, smelling the mosquito incense, looking at the posters of Maradona, Baggio and other stars posted when he was a child, and listening to the faint noise from the street. Everything is so familiar and everything is so comfortable. This feeling is the comfort, quiet and facilities in the Netherlands. It can't be compared with the complete, and soon Jiang Mu entered his dream.

Jiang Mu slept soundly and soundly this night, and he didn't even have a dream. When I woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

My father and mother went to school. There was a note on the table telling him that the porridge and deep-fried dough sticks were warm in the pot and asked him to get up and eat. When Jiang Mu went to brush his teeth and wash his face, he found that he didn't know when he bought a new toothpaste toothbrush, and the toothpaste was also well squeezed and put on the jar, which made Jiang Mu's nose sore and almost shed tears.

As soon as Jiang Mu finished drinking the porridge, before he biting half of the second deep-fried dough sticks, he heard the doorbell ring. Jiang Mu opened the door and found that seven or eight male and female reporters were crowded at the door, holding long guns and short cannons in their hands.

It turned out that the news of Jiang Mu's return to China came to China the next day. In the Netherlands, there is an appointment for reporters to interview, but domestic news interviews do not pay much attention to the rules. The football circle with 7,000 football reporters is more chaotic, and it doesn't care about harassing other people's private lives. The well-informed reporters found Jiang Mu's home address in the shortest time and came here to interview Jiang Mu.