The name Wang Wenge sounds very chronological, and many children born in those years were named this.
Children with such names will more or less bear the mark of the times, but what runs through their hearts is the unchanging patriotism.
Wang Wenge is such a person.
My great-grandfather followed his fellow villagers through Guandong and came to the Northeast. After taking root here for decades, Wang Wenge, who was active by nature, went to the south alone.
Even if he got married and had a baby, it could not stop him from seeking wealth and broadening his horizons.
The old Wang family has roots all over the country. Wang Wenge made a name for himself in the UK, so he immediately picked up Tian Jing and Wang Xiaodong across the ocean and came to the UK.
Now, Wang Xiaodong has lived in the UK for seven or eight years, and his relatives from his hometown have also returned home with his father, making a lot of money.
Wang Wenge's branch has become the "outpost" of the Wang family in the UK. Many children in the family who do not want to go to school will come to the UK to work on the construction sites of their uncle (Wang Wenge) for two or three years.
After returning to China, even if the craftsmanship is not good, at least a fluent London accent will be indispensable.
In this day and age, if you go abroad and see the world, you have 70,000 to 80,000 yuan in your pocket and you can speak fluent English, you don’t have to worry about finding a wife.
He was always in charge of hundreds of people. Over time, Wang Wenge also gained a hint of the majesty of a superior person.
But once he got home, neither his wife nor his son gave him "face".
"Old Wang, what's wrong? Who provoked you?"
Seeing Wang Wenge walking down the stairs angrily, Tian Jing immediately stepped forward to persuade him.
"Xiaodong is back?"
Wang Wenge glanced around and saw Wang Xiaodong lying on the sofa watching TV.
"Ah, I'm back." Neither the boy nor his father at this age had anything to say.
"How was the ball?"
"It's okay."
Wang Xiaodong originally wanted to complain that you don't know how to read the news, but after thinking about it, he chose a simpler sentence to reply to the other party.
Seeing his son's attitude, Wang Wenge didn't care.
His son knew very well that Wang Xiaodong had hardly seen him when he was a child. Even when he came to the UK with him, the father and son spent less time together and more time apart.
Wang Wenge came over and sat down on the sofa.
"Xiao Jing, I remember that my family bought some grapes and strawberries a few days ago, right? You go and wash some for Xiaodong."
Tian Jing nodded, knowing that it was time for a father-son conversation next.
After Tian Jing disappeared from the living room, Wang Wenge suddenly asked, "Xiaodong, you played so well at Southampton, haven't strangers contacted you recently?"
Wang Xiaodong curled his lips, what day would no stranger contact him?
Journalists, fans, endorsers...
These people almost broke down the door of his house, and he even wondered whether he should change his residence this time when he returned to Southampton.
"Yes, there are quite a few!"
"Well, then you should be careful. There are some malicious people here who see you as famous and come to you deliberately. You have to be more discerning."
"Oh dad, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't be jabbering, why are you taking so many twists and turns!"
Wang Wenge frowned and wanted to scold Wang Xiaodong for being rude.
But thinking back to the past few years, every time he brought up this topic, Wang Xiaodong always seemed to be indifferent. In addition, he really neglected to discipline Wang Xiaodong, so he had no choice but to sigh.
Alas, who calls this kid my son?
"Xiaodong, the England national team called me a few days ago. They want to use me to do work for you and let you change your nationality and join the England national team. What do you think about this?" Wang Wenge suppressed his anger and said He asked as calmly as possible.
Wang Xiaodong glanced at his father, "Are you still asking me about this? If I really want to change my nationality, can you agree?"
"Of course I won't agree!" Hearing his son's question, Wang's father could no longer hold back and jumped up from the sofa. "Xiaodong, let me tell you, our country does not recognize dual nationality. If you really dare to hide this from me, I changed my nationality, so don’t blame me for killing my relatives and denying you as my son!"
"Then why are you nagging me?" Wang Xiaodong rolled his eyelids, not wanting to talk about this topic anymore.
During the Anti-Japanese War, the three northeastern provinces were the first to fall. The patriotic genes of Northeastern people were engraved in their bones from that time and passed down from generation to generation.
Except for a small number of relatives of Koreans, the patriotic education in the entire three northeastern provinces is almost the best in the country.
Therefore, there is no need for Wang Fu to talk about this matter. Wang Xiaodong himself cannot agree.
Even though Wang Xiaodong left the northeastern countryside at a young age, if he really changed his nationality, he would have no shame in going back to see those uncles.
Seeing that his son had reached an agreement with himself on this aspect, Wang Wenge's gloomy heart immediately dissipated.
Changing nationality is a big deal, and you may have to be removed from your family tree.
Although he rarely educated his son in recent years, Wang Wenge knew that his son was still a good young man with good roots and a bright future.
"Come on, son, eat quickly. This is the red grape your mother bought during the Chinese New Year. Who knew you didn't come back during the Chinese New Year? You're already wilting now."
Seeing Tian Jing coming out with a plate, Wang Wenge stepped forward and handed it to Wang Xiaodong like a flower to a Buddha.
"Mom, thank you for your hard work, you can eat it too." Wang Xiaodong picked the largest strawberry and handed it to Tian Jing.
"Hey, hey, Mom has eaten a lot these days, you eat, you eat." Tian Jing took the strawberry happily, looking at her son who was getting stronger and stronger, his eyes were full of joy.
After talking about the important things, Wang Wenge chatted with Wang Xiaodong for a few more words, and then asked casually: "Xiaodong, during this period, have you received any calls from China?"
"Domestic? My milk?"
"No, it's not ours, it's someone else's."
"Then who called me?" Wang Xiaodong asked curiously.
"Uh... That's it." Wang Wenge organized his words, "Before you came back, I received a call from China. It was for you. I declined it on your behalf."
"Who? What do you want from me?" Although Wang Xiaodong didn't know who the other party was, Wang Xiaodong felt rebellious again when he heard that his father was rejecting the other party behind his back.
"Ah, Xiaodong, it's like this." Wang Wenge didn't seem to notice the change in Wang Xiaodong's expression, and continued, "It's from our National Football Association. They saw that you played well in the English Championship and wanted to find you to go back and join the National Football Association. Youth team. Based on your current performance, as long as you are not injured, you will basically not make it to the Asian Youth Championship at the end of the year!"
"Asian Youth Championship? What's the point of playing in that thing! If you call me again in the World Youth Championship, I can still survive!" Wang Xiaodong's mood calmed down when he heard that this was the case. If the call came to me, I would probably refuse it.
In his opinion, the Asian Youth Championship is too low, and the World Youth Championship is still worth watching.
After Wang Xiaodong's family came to the UK, they were "second-class citizens" at first. However, with the hard work of Wang Wenge, coupled with a large number of relatives in the clan and the Chinese who have settled in Britain, they have now become a considerable force. Including Wang Wenge, the honorary director of Nanwei College, also has this intention.
Therefore, when the English Football Association asked Wang Xiaodong to change his nationality, Wang Wenge could reject it decisively without hesitation; when the domestic Football Association asked Wang Xiaodong to return to play football, Wang Wenge could also show no shame to the opponent.
"Yes, that's what I said to the person in charge over there." When Wang Wenge said this, he suddenly burst into laughter, as if he remembered something funny, "Who knew that the people over there told me that they didn't learn the way well? I just learned to run away, saying nonsense like "if you have breasts, you are a mother", and even threatened me that if you don't agree, you will never be allowed to join the national team, which made me laugh, hahahaha."
"Although I rarely return to China, don't I understand the B level of the national football team?"
"Then I scolded them and hung up the phone after I finished cursing them."
"Xiaodong, you won't blame your dad for this, right?"
Are you completely at loggerheads with the Football Association?
Wang Xiaodong was stunned for a moment. Although he felt a little awkward, he thought about it and concluded that the stalemate was just a stalemate. He was not familiar with them anyway.
Many players were delayed in club games due to being called up by the national team, or even got injured, and their careers plummeted.
If the national team is strong and can play some high-level games, who doesn't want to bring glory to the country?
But the problem is that in the 2005 World Cup preliminaries that just passed, the national football team was "disqualified" due to goal difference and did not even reach the World Cup finals. Who can give him face when he plays such a bad game and the Football Association has such a bad temper and is so arrogant?
"Ah, whatever, they didn't contact me anyway." Wang Xiaodong waved his hand, "If they and I have the same attitude, I might scold you even more harshly than you!"
"I'm just saying, this is the good son of my king, Wenge! Come on, let's have a drink together. We won't get drunk tonight!"
In both cases, his son was of the same mind as him, which made Wang Wenge's interest rise instantly.
Without hesitation, I opened a bottle of Moutai that I had treasured for many years and poured two glasses directly.
"Come on, do it!"
"Dry!"
Since he was drinking, Wang Xiaodong didn't hesitate, picked up the glass and drank it down.
On the other hand, Tian Jing looked distressed, "You are socializing so much, and I won't stop you from drinking. But why do you always drag your son to drink? He is still an athlete, he can't always drink this stuff!"
With that said, Tian Jing snatched the empty cup from Wang Xiaodong's hand and stopped letting Wang Xiaodong drink more.
When Wang Wenge saw this, he had no choice but to drink by himself. When he returned home, he, a big boss who contracted construction sites outside, immediately became the lowest-status "wage earner".
"Son, come here. Mom has something to tell you."
Tian Jing pulled Wang Xiaodong aside and said secretly: "How is it? Is your little girlfriend satisfied with the Christmas gift Mom picked out last time? When will you take her home to meet Mom? You don't know. , Mom watches her movies when she has nothing to do at home, oh, this little girl is so handsome~~~ Mom is so excited."
"Uh...it will take a while." Seeing that Tian Jing was talking about this topic, Wang Xiaodong was also a little embarrassed.
Although he righteously rejected the little witch's request to go to bed that time, Wang Xiaodong still regretted it every time he "entertained himself".
The woman doesn’t mind, why are you being so pretentious as a grown man?
This is good. I want to eat meat, but I don’t know what year or month it is.
"She will take the high school entrance exam this summer. After she finishes the exam, I will bring her back to see you. Do you think that's okay?"
