Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 291 Welcome to London!

After Mo Fei sat down again, it seemed that he hadn't gotten out of the parting melancholy just now, and his eyes were fixed on the coffee table.A purple-green package was quietly placed on it.This is what Watts handed over to him just now, saying that this is the package he just received, with Mo Fei's name on it.

He recognized this small package because he had seen it many times—every time after he won the best of the game, no more than two days later, he would definitely receive such a package.Open it, and there is a string of exquisitely crafted shell wind chimes inside.

It was the best gift in the game from a fan named Andre.Since his return from injury, as long as he gets the best player every time, he will receive such a gift.Now, a string of beautiful wind chimes has been hung in front of his door. Whenever the breeze blows, the crisp sound of the shells colliding with each other will be like the most beautiful notes, bringing him endless joy. happy.

This is the best wishes from the fans.

He never asked Andre, nor did he refuse.Anyway, Andre gave it to him, and he hung up.It's a fan camaraderie.He cherishes it.In return, he will consistently work hard on the pitch until the last minute.

He is a fan himself, and he understands the mood and needs of the fans very well.Fans often don't have so many unrealistic demands, especially fans of small teams. They don't necessarily need you to win them many championship trophies, as long as you take every game seriously.

Mo Fei always works hard and perseveres on the court, which may be related to his fan background.Because he became a monk halfway, he especially cherishes his chance to play football.He is very lucky to be able to stand on the court and play.How many children in China who love football do not have the opportunity to play football?How many Chinese athletes can stand on the stage of Europe's top league?Since this opportunity did not come easily, why didn't he cherish it?

It is precisely because of this kind of thinking that Mo Fei never regards himself as a big name, which is why he can maintain a good relationship with the fans, and he can often receive some small gifts from the fans.

But at this moment, Mo Fei was a little confused, because the league hadn't started yet, so of course it was impossible for him to get the best player in the game.So why is this little gift being sent again?
Could it be that after thinking for a long time, he finally unpacked the package and opened it.

Sure enough, there was still a string of beautiful shell wind chimes lying quietly inside.As always, a small card comes with it.

Could it be that he held the card in his hand.On it was a string of handwritten German, still crooked.

"In fact, this summer, I have always had the illusion that you will end up staying in Hoffenheim and not going anywhere. Every time I hear rumors haunting you, my heart becomes very heavy, and then Will be determined that you will stay here forever. Now disillusioned, I can only send you my best wishes. This may be the last wind chime. Good luck in the UK, Mo."

The inscription below is: A Hoffenheim fan who has become stronger because of Hoffenheim, because of you.

Could it be that he was slightly absent-minded while holding this card.

The morning wind in Huo Village blows gently, and the wind chimes on the door panel vibrate slightly in the wind, creating a crisp movement, like butterflies fluttering their wings.

It rose from Mo Fei's side with the wind, made a circle, circled over the yard, then turned to the east, and flew towards the rising sun.It flew north along the banks of the Rhine, the Rhine-Neckar Stadium, where Murphy fought.

There, he grew from an unknown Chinese player to a famous star who won the Bundesliga championship and the German Cup championship.

In that stadium, there were many cheers and applause for him.

Listening attentively, there seemed to be fans singing echoing in his ears.

When the wind blows, the sound becomes louder; when the wind stops, the sound becomes weaker.

The sound is getting smaller and smaller, could it be that no matter how hard you listen, you can't hear any sound.The wind is still blowing, and what it brings is no longer singing, but what it takes away is the memories he left here.

Only the butterfly is still flying in the wind.Fly higher and higher, farther and farther.Passing through the misty clouds and all the past, Hoffenheim under the sky becomes more and more blurred until it disappears...

Looking up at the sky, Mo Fei's ears suddenly sounded with ethereal singing.

"The wind stopped and the clouds knew... disturbed my peaceful pace... just let everything go by fate...you will also cherish that moment...floating...wake up from the dream, the sky is clear, how can I be swaying again..."

Everything is swaying with the wind, after passing the end, it is a new starting point, and what is left behind is the lost memory...

London is an ancient and international metropolis full of strong modern atmosphere. There are many fashionable buildings everywhere, and there are many Gothic clock towers full of nostalgia among the jungles of high-rise buildings. .

At this moment, the London railway station welcomed a special guest. He had a typical oriental face, with a haggard face, but his eyes were extremely clear and transparent.

It was Mo Fei who had just joined the Premier League Tottenham club and came here alone.

A few days ago, after attending the farewell party held by fans and teammates for him, Mo Fei accompanied Yu Yun back to Huaxia.Yu Yun has received the admission letter from Wimbledon University of the Arts.This made the two very excited. Although they were not in the same city, London was not far from Wimbledon, and they could meet in less than two hours by train.

However, since there are still some personal matters to be dealt with, Yu Yun also needs to go home to pack her bags and say goodbye to her family, so Mo Fei sent Yu Yun back to China first.

After enjoying a few days of rare quiet time with relatives and friends at home, Mo Fei boarded the flight back to Germany again.This return is light and simple, he just went back to Hoffenheim to discuss some minutiae with his former club, so there is no need to pack a lot.As for the things he left in Huo Village, Mr. Meili has already hired a professional moving company to transport them to the UK first, so there is no need to worry about them.

But Mo Fei at this moment is still dragging a heavy suitcase.What’s inside are not clothes or other daily necessities, but local specialties of Sichuan—sausages, bacon, hot pot bottoms… and even a few handfuls of handmade noodles from Nanchong.

This is what Mo's mother Chen Jun insisted on asking Mo Fei to bring it.Her reason is very simple. Could it be that she is wandering alone, it is difficult to eat food with the taste of her hometown, and it is difficult to satisfy her cravings with some special products...

Could it be that in desperation, he could only accept it with a wry smile.Although he knows that it is difficult for him to have the opportunity to eat these things-on the one hand, because he can't cook them at all, on the other hand, these high-fat and high-protein foods can be regarded as "scourges" for professional players. Eating is strictly prohibited by the team.

When Mo Fei dragged his suitcase and walked out of the train station that didn't look like a train station, but more like a noble manor in the middle ages, he glanced back at the neo-Romanesque building.

According to the travel brochure, this is a masterpiece after Germany bombed London during World War II. The British rebuilt the train station on the ruins, and tried their best to create a nostalgic style.The London railway station in the sunset is full of British style, reflecting the strength and power of the empire on which the sun never sets through a large number of decorations, such as reliefs, sculptures, columns and stained glass windows.

Unexpectedly, this place has become a tourist attraction worth seeing in London.

Although the scenery here looks very good, Mo Fei still regrets his decision to take the train on a sudden whim.After he came to Europe, he rarely had the opportunity to experience the charm of European railways. Basically, every time he went out to play, he was picked up by the team's dedicated bus, which was convenient and fast.So he decided to take advantage of this opportunity to come to London to experience the fun of taking a train. Although the distance between Germany and the UK is a bit far away, he doesn't care, he has plenty of time.

But after getting in the car, he regretted it.He had never imagined that Europeans were so enthusiastic about taking trains, the whole carriage was full of people, and the aisles were rubbing shoulders.This reminded Mo Fei of the horrible scene during the Chinese Spring Festival travel rush.

During the seven or eight hours of journey, don’t just squint your eyes and take a nap for a while, even if you don’t even have the thought of admiring the scenery outside the window—the whole train is full of noise and noise, just like buyers in the early morning vegetable market A quarrel with the vegetable vendor over the price.The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of sweat, and even the smell of feet. It felt like a modern version of a biochemical gas site, which severely stimulated Mo Fei's fragile nerves.

So when the train arrived at the station, Mo Fei rushed out with a haggard face as if fleeing.The first thing he did when he got out of the car was to open his mouth and take a few deep breaths greedily, as if he wanted to dissipate the turbidity in his heart.

After a long while, the feeling of boredom in my heart relaxed a little.Could it be that he slowly walked towards the square in front of the train station.

Unlike the square in front of the railway station in China, the Churchill Square in front of the London railway station is very wide, but there are not many people. You can't see the hawkers who set up stalls at random, the crowded flow of people and cars, and you can't see the parking lot full of cars. It turns out that the parking lot is "above" the train station.

It even feels a little deserted here.

Could it be that he exhaled the stale air he inhaled in the car again, took another deep breath, and inhaled the air of this northern British city.

That's where he's going to be for at least three seasons, London.

London did not impress him deeply. Although the nostalgic and modern atmosphere here made people intoxicated, the sky was always cloudy, and the air seemed to be covered by a layer of gray mist.This is a characteristic of London. Basically, it will be shrouded in fog all year round, so London has another name called "Fog City".

It is not the first time for Mo Fei to come to the UK. As his reputation becomes more and more famous, more and more businesses invite him to be product endorsements and image ambassadors, including some British entrepreneurs.Mo Fei has been to London twice to shoot commercials for a local clothing brand.

It was his first time visiting London Railway Station, and he was completely unfamiliar with it.However, this will not cause him to get lost. The London City Government has kindly placed a lot of road signs around the square. Could it be that he can refer to them to recognize the road.

(End of this chapter)