Chapter 723

Hearing Shaheen's challenge, Mesut Ozil naturally thought he was talking about the German national team. Although both of them are the second generation of Turkish immigrants, they were born and raised in Germany, and they have been integrated into the atmosphere of German society. Although they are still hesitating about Turkey or Germany, the natural desire is Germany. At least Ozil understands it this way.

"Of course, we can compare who will play in the national team first and who will score in the national team first." Anyway, it's still several years. Ozil doesn't believe that he will improve more slowly than Shahin if he practices under Zhuo's big eyes every day.

"Well, it's up to you!" At this moment, Shaheen made up his mind.

Most of the time, it's because a small episode has affected the production of a major decision. Because of the bets with Ozil, the next day after the game, Shaheen agreed to the invitation of Turkish national team coach Terry, and soon became the youngest goal scorer in the history of Turkish national team in a friendly match.

Ozil, who lost his bet, was surprised. He never dreamed that Shaheen would choose Turkey without hesitation. It is precisely because of this that Ozil, who has blocked his anger, is determined not to marry the non German team, and will not listen to the Turkish national team no matter how much it calls for and how much it pays to be courteous. He has been selected into the German national team as a matter of course until his reputation is established.

And the two different choices also seem to be a watershed. In the future, whether it is in the national team or the club, whether it is the championship or the football position, Ozil has thrown Shahin far away. When he finally won the world cup and became the core player of Germany, Shaheen announced his withdrawal from Turkey. That year, Nuri Shaheen, a former genius, was only 28 years old.

The goal of Ozil didn't win a game for madeborg. After madeborg's 3-2 lead, careful uncle klopper replaced Zhuoyang with Derby. So Dortmund, who lost the shackles, scored twice in the 83rd minute by Polish striker smoraneck and drew 3-3. However, Dortmund paid a lot for the goal.

Brazilian full back Didier forced his way through Sasha Ritter and failed to stand up after the goal came from the bottom cross. The limp was replaced, and Dede became Dortmund's fifth player with a torn ligament at the start of the season.

Maybe the Hornets have a bad season.

In the end, both sides scored one point each, not to say they were all happy, but they were also able to accept it. The madeborg League drew two times in a row.

it finally cleared up after seven o'clock on Tuesday morning, and the rain that came from that game for three consecutive days stopped like a tired one. This morning, will let people have a kind of sloth from the bone, after the winter rain, is undoubtedly the best time to hide in a warm quilt.

Zhuoyang also got up late today. He used to wake up naturally in the early morning. Last night I slept very late, not practicing piano. Yesterday my sister and sun Yumei came back together, and mark. He also came back from Spain to the second floor. Several people were busy celebrating, which delayed the rest time.

The thick dust adsorbed on the solitary leaves of tree trunks was washed clean by the rain. In winter, Hanover seemed to have a lot of clean air. The withered trees, rivers, buildings and roads were no longer cold, and the white sunlight in the gaps between the scattered clouds seemed to be warm.

Zhuo Yang stood in front of the floor to ceiling window of the piano room with hot coffee. The sun was lazily sprinkled on him through the glass. The feeling on his face was like spring.

No one else has yet woken up and is still sleeping in a comfortable bed. This kind of laziness is to live up to the best morning. Zhuoyang didn't get used to practicing because he didn't want to wake them or sun Yumei.

As soon as he saw Yumei, Zhuoyang was always very happy. As soon as he saw her big eyes, Zhuoyang's words seemed to be clumsy, and he didn't even know what to say. So, they had to smile happily, smile just like the sunshine after the rain is lovely and warm.

In the light blue sky, there are only a few thin threads of gauze like clouds still wandering. Maybe there is a slight wind on the high place of that day. If the clouds of light thoughts step on the slow steps and float gently to the distance, it seems reluctant to part with the beautiful shadows.

Zhuoyang would like to say something to Yumei, say something in his heart, or ask her what stories are in those eyes. Last night's dream, he dreamed of the beautiful cut water autumn pupils, there seems to be a lot of things in his eyes to say to him, Zhuoyang would like to hear what it wants to tell him, but in the hazy, he can only feel the tender feeling that makes him hearty.

Did you dream of me, too? Yumei, what do your eyes want to tell me?

The rain dispersed, making the Eiffel mountain in the distance clearly visible. The green and black mountains were inlaid with a golden edge in the sun. Zhuoyang could even see the crisscross paths on the mountain, and the stars at the end of the mountain that had not been able to go home. Perhaps, those starlights are also nostalgic for something, otherwise how can they be reluctant to quietly disappear.

Zhuoyang wants to understand Yumei's words in her eyes, and he also remembers the tenderness in Beverly's eyes that she can read all the time.He was always reluctant to admit that he had decided to leave Beverly Deng because of Yumei. To admit this, he had to admit that he had long been homesick. However, with the fast pace of time, it has been more than half a year since he broke up with Beverly. Zhuoyang finally realized, and had to realize, that in Milan that night, he turned around mercilessly and left, which was not a kind of pretext.

Maybe I didn't love Beverly as much as I thought. Maybe I didn't really put her in an equal relationship at the beginning. Perhaps, from the moment sun Yumei reappeared, Zhuoyang had begun to find excuses.

Think of these, Zhuoyang instead relaxed a lot, admit their hypocrisy is not a relief. Love is like time. Those who leave can't be held back. They can only cherish what they should cherish. He no longer hated Beverly who betrayed him, and did not tell his sister Zhuo autumn the reason for breaking up. The dust settled on all his own responsibilities, and all the secrets were kept by himself.

Zhuoyang only wants to cherish the rain Mei in front of him. He likes her ancient spirit, strange spirit, clear sorrow, graceful and even her nervousness. He liked everything about her, including what she didn't know.

"Zhuoyang, you get up early."

Yumei was wearing a velvet yellow Pajama, two long legs like lotus root sticking out from the bottom, leaning against the door and looking at Zhuoyang. Delicate and fragrant jade neck from the neckline of pajamas, like a leisurely Magnolia. Zhuoyang laughed, and the same sunshine seemed to shine into the piano room again.

Yumei also smiled. A pair of big eyes narrowed immediately and turned into two curved moons. The corners of her mouth were also raised involuntarily. She could see the two lovely dimples on her face. Zhuoyang is drunk at this moment.

"You see I haven't brushed my teeth... " Yumei also seems to be a little incoherent. "You Play the piano for me, right? How are you doing? "