Yao, who was on the way to the Francis Foundation event, received a call from Boss Fur, "I was traded to the Memphis Grizzlies."

Yao Yao opened his mouth exaggeratedly. The news was undoubtedly shocking and without warning. However, thinking of Uncle Mu's recent statement, perhaps it was to keep Uncle Mu that the Rockets were so eager to trade Francis on the traditional Western Christmas Eve.

Yao, who was silent with his mobile phone, thought of the summer of 2002. It was Francis who personally won the No. 1 pick and brought him to the Houston Rockets.

When I first arrived in Houston, I seemed a little immature, and it was Francis who helped him grow up step by step. For Yao Dayao, his transfer was naturally a bit sad. Houston has always been Francis' home, and it was not easy for him.

Seeing that his best friend left again, in addition to sighing, Yao could only wish Boss Fu good luck.

"Your departure is a loss for the Rockets. But as an NBA player, it is valuable only when playing on the court. No matter what, I wish you good luck. I hope you can get a chance to play in Memphis and have a good life in the Grizzlies, although it's cruel. Of course, this is good news for the Grizzlies, and they finally have an experienced player to lead the team."

After hanging up the phone, Yao Yao smiled bitterly and shook his head. The Tianchao Sports reporter who was with the car had learned from the conversation just now that this exciting event was happening. In addition to being excited, there was also shock.

"Boss Fur is ranked behind many players here, so it's hard for him to get a chance to play, and he really wants to play. After he arrives in Memphis, he looks like he will have a chance to play. This may be a good result."

Seeing that Yao Yao was a little sad, the reporter hurriedly comforted him. Yao Yao just smiled and said helplessly: "NBA is like this. This is business, it's very cruel. To be honest, sometimes I think about my situation after becoming a veteran..."

"Haha, you don't need to worry like this. Mr. Smith won't push your money tree out. In China, everyone knows that you and the team boss are good friends, non-sale products from the Rockets, and real treasures.

Even the decorations of the stadium in the Christmas battle are all Celestial Red, and Celestial elements are everywhere. Didn’t it be said that cheerleaders in the evening wear improved cheongsam performances?”

When Yao heard the reporter's words, he could only smile embarrassedly, but he was very proud. Because of his reasons, the elements of the Celestial Empire are really popular in Houston. Well, although the management is to make money, and there is no festival in the Celestial Empire market.

But looking at the Toyota Center advertising space that is almost occupied by Celestial Advertisers, the team's soaring market value and amazing profit numbers, we can understand that the management will spare no effort to package it, allowing domestic fans to develop the idea that Rockets are their home team.

Typical American business thinking, as for what ideology can make money, who will pay attention to it...

"Mr. Smith, can I take a photo with you alone?"

In the Armani store at Houston Commercial Street Gallery Shopping Center, Andy nodded with a smile, took the bank card, stood with the cashier with a freckle on his face, and joined Zhang Ying with the help of another clerk.

Ivana, who was standing aside, maintained an elegant smile on her face, but she was really crazy about the Bichi who wanted to take photos with Andy alone along the way, ignoring her beauty and Andy's identity as her fiancée.

"Feel sorry"

Andy smiled and declined the female clerks who wanted to line up to continue taking photos. He reached out to hold Ivana's waist, whose face was smiling, but his eyes became sharper, and walked out of the store.

"Haha, okay, it's just a photo of your photos. Do you still need to be jealous of this if you can hold it all day long?"

"Pooh!"

Ivana gave her man charmingly, "Self-crazy!"

The two hugged each other tightly and continued to feel the Christmas atmosphere in Houston. Although Americans' Christmas consumption has quietly changed under the impact of the financial crisis. They have lived a "tight life" one after another, making more careful calculations and minimizing their shopping budgets.

But the commercial street and gallery shopping center where Andy and Ivana are shopping is still very lively. A 7-8-meter-high Christmas tree stands in the central hall, and every corner is full of festive atmosphere.

Click

Andy and Ivana kept smiling and nodding to the people who greeted them, while more people took out their cell phones to take pictures. More and more people gathered slowly towards Andy and Ivana's pace.

Under the tall Christmas tree, a man wearing Santa Claus costume, holding a guitar, playing with a bgm and singing, saw the slowly coming crowd and Andy Smith's familiar face.

It seemed that I had thought of something, and my eyes turned off the BGM music, held the guitar and started to play and sing "When Christmas comes to the town"

i’gonasta…”

"Ohhh"

Hearing the familiar music, Andy couldn't help but shake her head and laugh, while Ivana smiled even more happily, snuggled in Andy's arms, looking at Andy's smiling face with fascination, listening to the screams of the people around her.

Andy smiled and nodded at the savvy singer, giving her a thumbs up.

At this time, the Santa Claus, playing the guitar, turned slightly, raised one toe, made a difficult invitation move, gave out the position of the microphone, and invited Andy to sing.

Andy shook her head with a smile, but with the cheers and cheers of the people gathered around her, Andy smiled helplessly, and Ivana, who couldn't stop smiling, patted his bear mouth and then encouraged him, making Andy walk forward and slammed the other party while shaking her head.

Standing in front of the microphone, we started singing. More and more people gathered around us. Even the people on the second floor poked their heads out with their mobile phones to shoot this rare live singing.

The entire center echoed Andy's magnetic and ethereal singing, and the people around him and Ivana, surrounded by bodyguards, were listening quietly.

After the singing, Andy bowed slightly, and amid the warm applause and the shouts of Encore, he said with a smile: "merrytmas!"

"Enke!"

"Enke!"

"Enke!"

The increasingly neat "sing again" shout made Andy smile helplessly and spread his hands at Ivana, and he looked at him, what do you think?

"Enke!Enke!"

Ivana also giggled and clapped her hands and shouted, causing the people around her to join the ranks of shouting with laughter.

"Okay, ok, everyone, calm down!"

After the audience calmed down, Andy looked around for a week. There were hundreds of people gathering around him, and a cell phone above the building was aimed at him.

"2008 will be a few days away. There have been so many misfortunes around the past year. I hope all of this can be kept away from everyone in the footsteps of 2008.

A new song that has not been released is for everyone, "Orion", to extend the most sincere blessings of Christmas best wishesontyseason..."

"Pai Pa"

Applause and whistles came one after another. Amid the cheers, Andy took the guitar handed over by Santa Claus, the initiator of the incident. Andy put on his back, and in the gap between his tunes, the scene became quiet.

Standing in front of the microphone, Andy closed his eyes, quickly passed the Chinese-English version in his mind, and then plucked the strings.

"Do you still remember how the night came.

Say nothing, it is like the tenderness from the sky, as light as the fingertips.

Have you got the life you are looking forward to?

The sound of the sea tide in the dream.

How did they slide through their fingers, like the wind blowing in the wilderness…”

The singing is fresh and soft, without grand declarations, nor black criticism. It is just the peace of the story, the quiet confidence, and the echoes brought by the empty space. There is an ethereal feeling that the people present cannot help but close their eyes and listen quietly.

"The world is in the fog and those people are talking

Come on, it's gone

Never seen this maze clearly

All the wrong intersections

Those dead stay in the night sky

Lighted the light for you

Sometimes you ride the wind, sometimes you sink

Sometimes there is a rainbow at midnight

Sometimes you sing, sometimes you are silent

Sometimes you look at the sky..."

Andy sang this song live, and only sang the lyrics once. Most of the time he used his humming and guitar to play the melody of the song. The beautiful melody immersed him in it. He tapped the resonance box rhythmically while plucking the strings. It was clean, simple, and even innocent...

Ivana and many people are infected by beautiful singing and melody. The kind of lack of life, the kind of happiness in the world. It seems that Andy is using singing to tell everyone that regret does not mean tragedy, because we can still find that feeling of heart-warming in expectation and keep looking forward to it.

Perhaps good music can always touch the soul. Many people present who are intoxicated by the melody unconsciously feel tears falling on their cheeks.

"Yeah, yah..."

Andy's hum slowly disappeared, the melody stopped, and the scene was silent. Andy slowly opened her eyes and saw the different expressions of everyone. Music has no borders!

"Thank you, merrytmas!"

Buzz

"Pai Pa"

Thunderous applause sounded at the scene, and Andy's name was shouted loudly by many people. Many fans were already in tears and wanted to rush up, which scared Andy's bodyguards. Six bodyguards hurriedly guarded Ivana and went to the side, and the other four stepped forward to block Andy's face.

A casual move, a perfect performance, but the ending was a bit embarrassing.

Faced with the crowd, Andy hugged Ivana with a little fan expression on her face. Under the escort of bodyguards and shopping malls, she left Houston Commercial Street Gallery Shopping Center, and had no choice but to interrupt her shopping trip.
Chapter completed!