Zhang Jun's performance in Milan is getting better and better. After scoring twice against Parma, he scored another goal in one game. It seems that Yingzaji has no chance to return even if he recovers from injury. Yingzaji has indeed started training with the team. He always frowned, and it seems that he is also worried about the positional dispute between him and Zhang Jun.

When Zhang Jun had not scored a goal at the beginning of the season, Yingzaji was optimistic about his future. But with Zhang Jun's goal, various praises came and his reputation became increasingly greater. He was on TV shows and on the front page of the newspaper, becoming a new darling in the eyes of fans... These all made Yingzaji feel a lot of pressure.

This is the case with football. If you are older, or you are constantly injuring and in a state of no longer in shape, it will be a matter of time before you are replaced by younger and better players.

Inzagi has worked hard after returning to the team after returning from injury, which makes Ancelotti very happy. Now it seems that buying Zhang Jun is useful. AC Milan's lineup has been fixed in recent years. On the one hand, it has increased the tacit understanding between players, but it has also caused insufficient competition within the team, and some players have insufficient sense of crisis and competitive awareness.

Now the arrival of Zhang Jun and Yang Pan has injected vitality into the team. If a team wants to maintain competition for various championships, it is important to make the team have vitality, and this vitality comes from the healthy competition within the team.

Anyone can see the changes Zhang Jun has brought to the team, and he has won the trust of his teammates, coaches and the love of his fans.

His No. 11 jersey is also worn by more and more Milan fans.

It seems that everything about Zhang Jun in Milan is thinking about a beautiful direction, at least until that happens, that's right.

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When Yang Pan got up to wash, Zhang Jun was already making breakfast in the kitchen, a very ordinary morning.

"It's morning." Yang Pan said hello with sleepy eyes and went to wash his face.

"Good morning." Zhang Jun agreed while frying poached eggs. The eggs sizzled in the pan, emitting an attractive fragrance. The spaghetti and bread were ready to be put on the table. Just wait for the poached eggs to be fried and then they can start.

He first shoveled out his two poached eggs. He liked to eat tender ones, but he liked the egg yolks or liquid states the most. Yang Pan was not used to the fishy smell, so he would be older.

Just as he put the plate on the table, his phone rang. From the ringtone, it can be heard that it was called from home. Zhang Jun was a little strange. He always took the initiative to call home regularly, and his parents rarely contacted him on their own initiative.

"Hey, mom?" He answered the phone and turned around to take care of Yang Pan's two poached eggs.

"Your dad is gone..." Mom said in a crying voice.

"Leaving? What's going? Don't he go out to participate in activities often?" Zhang Jun didn't react.

"He will never come back, he, he is dead..." Mom still couldn't help but cry on the phone.

Zhang Jun felt his heart beat a few times, and then he never responded again. Then he felt like he couldn't breathe.

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After Yang Pan finished washing up, he walked out of the bathroom, but he smelled something burnt. It wasn't breakfast, right? But Zhang Jun never made any mistakes in cooking. He rushed into the kitchen, but saw Zhang Jun standing in front of the stove with a phone in his hand, and black smoke came out from in front of him.

"Hey, what are you doing? Sophie isn't calling like this!" Yang Pan rushed up and turned off the fire, and did not forget to play with Zhang Jun who had made a mistake. He looked back at the poached egg in the pot. God, it was already terrible. Yang Pan quickly withdrew his gaze, afraid that if he could continue to look at it, he would not be able to eat today's breakfast.

"Just kidding..." Zhang Jun murmured.

"What?" Yang Pan poured the poached egg into the trash can and then looked up and asked Zhang Jun, but he soon found that Zhang Jun was not talking to him at all, because Zhang Jun was staring out of the window in front of him with a dull look.

Yang Pan then felt something was wrong: "Hey, Zhang Jun, what's wrong with you?"

"Yang, Yang Pan, can you ask Ancelotti for leave on my behalf? I'm going to book a flight now..."

"Subscribe to air tickets? What are you going to do?"

"Return to China, go back to China, go home..." Zhang Jun seemed to be talking to the air.

"What the hell is wrong? Tell me!" Yang Pan threw the pan in his hand casually, grabbed Zhang Jun's shoulders and asked loudly.

"I...my dad is dead..."

Yang Pan was also stunned.

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Finally, Zhang Jun personally called Ancelotti and explained the situation, hoping to go home to handle the funeral. While Ancelotti agreed, he did not forget to comfort Zhang Junjie and let him go for a week's leave.

When Yang Pan was still training at the Milanello base, Zhang Jun had already boarded the plane from Milan to Beijing.

Many reporters found that Zhang Jun was not in the training, and the Milan Club did not say that he was injured and could not train with the team. So they were surprised and started to discuss it, so all kinds of rumors were freshly released. Until the end of the training, AC Milan held a brief press conference to solve the mystery in their hearts for many confused reporters: "Zhang Jun had already flew back to China this morning. His father passed away unexpectedly, and he needed to go back to take care of the funeral. AC Milan Club felt very sad about this accident. We have proposed a silence ceremony for Zhang Jun's father who unfortunately died in the league two days later."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar.

The official website of Milan has released an important announcement on the homepage as soon as possible, expressing grief. "... Zhang Jun lost his favorite father, and we will temporarily lose an excellent scorer in the league two days later. But AC Milan's losses are far less than one millionth of Zhang Jun's, and we express grief again. Zhang Jun is a strong player, and I believe he will cheer up soon..."

Then all major news agencies broadcast the text message, and those professional media also reported the emergencies. As Zhang Jun’s hometown, China was even more infuriated. After learning about Zhang Jun’s flight number, countless reporters were guarding Beijing Capital International Airport, hoping to interview Zhang Jun as soon as possible.

At this time, Zhang Jun had no idea about what happened outside the world. He was still numb, unable to say he was sad, and he was heartbroken. He had no special emotional fluctuations. Maybe he could not accept such a fact until now. He knew that his father was a bit funny person. Maybe this was a joke he planned?

Many passengers on the plane had already started to have a jet lag, but Zhang Jun tilted his head and was still tired. He looked at the lights above the cabin, which seemed to be in the hospital, and his mother's crying was still echoing in his ears.

"Your dad is gone...your dad is gone...your dad is gone..."

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When Zhang Jun carried only a bag and walked out of the passage with the crowd, the reporter outside recognized him wearing sunglasses at a glance.

With a "buzz", the reporters rushed up as if they had seen a flies in cakes and surrounded him.

"Hey! Zhang Jun, tell me how you feel!" A short reporter grabbed Zhang Jun and asked the first question. Other reporters took the opportunity to take photos.

Zhang Jun, who had been unresponsive, was angry by this sentence of a bit of a playful mentality. He turned his head and glared at the other party, but he didn't say the swear words. He just glared at the other party for a few seconds and continued to walk towards the exit. Qiu Zhi said that he would come to pick him up, but there were too many people now, and he didn't see Qiu Suhui.

The reporter continued to pester Zhang Jun: "Don't stop talking, let the fans who care about you all over the country understand how you feel now!"

This was really cold-blooded. Zhang Jun couldn't stand it. He suddenly turned around and grabbed the other party's collar, shouting at him: "My feeling now is to fuck you, the fucking bastard!" Then he waved his hand and pushed the reporter to the ground!

Zhang Jun's outbreak came suddenly, and everyone onlookers were stunned and no one came forward to stop him, but many people faithfully recorded the entire process.

The reporter who was pushed to the ground was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly curled up on the ground and moaned in great pain, as if Zhang Jun's palm had shaken his internal organs.

When Zhang Jun ignored him, he turned around and walked straight out.

When the "victim" saw that Zhang Jun had actually left, he hurriedly pointed at his back on the ground and shouted: "Stop! Stop for me! Do you want to leave if you hit someone? Can you hit someone casually if you are a star? I want to sue you!"

Zhang Jun still ignored him and continued to move forward. When the reporters reacted and wanted to catch up, they were stopped by several airport security guards. The flashes of one after another were just an unpredictable back.

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The first thing Zhang Jun said when he saw Qiu Suhui in the cafe in the airport waiting hall was: "Qiu Zhi, is there a recent plane to Luoyang? I want to go back immediately!"

Qiu Suhui first advised Zhang Jun to calm down, and then called someone to buy a ticket.

Zhang Jun sat alone on the chair with his backpack swayed aside. He looked at the crowd coming and going in the terminal building without thinking about anything.

He could no longer remember the unpleasantness that happened at the exit just now, as if it had never happened before.

When he got home, he had only this thought in his mind now.

"The air ticket has been booked, two hours later. You should rest first, don't be too sad. I think you haven't closed your eyes in the past few days, right?" Qiu Suhui sat down to comfort Zhang Jun. After he took off his sunglasses, his eyes were so red that he was full of blood.

"I'm not tired..." Zhang Jun shook his head and said slowly.

Qiu Suhui knew that he could not persuade the stubborn child, so he could only sigh helplessly. It seemed that this accident had a big blow to him.

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When the plane Zhang Jun was on landing at Luoyang Airport, the special car sent by the Luoyang Municipal Government had already parked outside the airport and waited for him for a long time. In order to avoid being harassed by reporters again, he got on the bus directly from the side door under the escort of the airport security guards, and then took the airport road to the city.

When the black Passat drove into the familiar community gate, Zhang Jun could already feel the sadness that could be seen everywhere.

The wreath, elegiac couplet, and obituary were all breaking the last trace of luck in his heart little by little.

If this is just a joke, then the cost is too high, right?

When the people in the yard saw the black car coming in, they all looked at the people in the car with sympathy. They all knew that Zhang Jun was back.

Passat drove to the unit where Zhang Jun's house was before stopping. Before Zhang Jun could stop, he pushed open the door and jumped out of the car.

Standing in a familiar environment, his eyes were filled with unfamiliar sadness. He looked around and someone in front was busy tying black veil and silk flowers to the temporary mourning hall. He was doing all this himself. His uncle who came from his hometown in Sichuan. His gray hair made the wind very messy. In the late autumn in the north, he only wore a thin sweater.

"Uncle." He walked up and shouted softly.

My uncle turned around and found that it was Zhang Jun. He quickly put down his work and patted him on the shoulder: "Go in and kowtow to your dad."

Now is no longer the time to disbelief. Zhang Jun nodded, then put down his backpack and walked into the dim mourning hall.

The first thing he saw was the portrait of his father, which was not the traditional concept, but a half-sided smile. The pair of candles in the photo are the only light source in the mourning hall. The jumping candlelight made his father's face look yellow and not real enough.

"Because your father left in a car accident, so... although he took a lot of photos, he took very few of them for himself. We didn't find the kind that matched the portrait, so we had to use this one instead." The uncle explained later, then lit three incense sticks and handed them to Zhang Jun, and then stepped aside.

Zhang Jun held the incense in his hands and knelt on the ground under the candlelight. After bowing a few times, he inserted the incense into the small incense burner, then pressed his hands on the ground and lowered his head.

One, two, three.

He kowtowed three times. Zhang Jun had never had such experience. He didn't even know if what he had done just now was right. Until now, the sadness in his heart was far less than what he had imagined. Is he cold-blooded? When he kowtowed, he still asked himself in his heart.

"Go up and see your mother." When he stood up, his uncle said to him again. Zhang Jun nodded, picked up his backpack and left the mourning hall, and walked towards the entrance of the corridor. The uncle behind him continued to hang black gauze and silk flowers.

His home is on the fourth floor, and Zhang Jun lowered his head and walked upstairs. When he reached the third floor, he realized that the above was much noisy than usual.

The door of the house was open and many people gathered there. I guess I couldn't even sit in the house and was squeezed outside.

Someone saw Zhang Jun and silently made way for him.

Zhang Jun squeezed into the house through the crack of this narrow man.

He saw his haggard mother in the bedroom. His mother sat on the sofa with a pale face, and the one holding her hand next to her was Sophie's mother.

"Mom, I... am back." Zhang Jun didn't know what he should say, so he stood stupidly.

The mother looked up at Zhang Jun, and tears couldn't help but flow out again. Seeing her mother crying, Zhang Jun was a little at a loss. In his impression, the strong woman-like mother had never cried in front of him, a son.

"Don't do this..." The aunt on the side took out a tissue to wipe her tears, comforting her softly, "Don't cry in front of her children."

Mom nodded and really stopped crying. She raised her hand and asked Zhang Jun to sit over, and Zhang Jun sat obediently beside her.
To be continued...