The white moonlight that makes us cry

At eight o'clock in the morning, Cui Youji was already on the private plane to France.

This plane was bought by Wang Tianzong a few years ago.

Obviously, the actor is still shining on the road to making money after he retired from acting.

Cui Youji's importance in the eyes of the upper-level leaders has risen to an unprecedented height.

In addition to him and Xia Dang, there were several assistance groups dispatched by the Sports Bureau on the plane, including nutritionists, therapists, the person in charge of the itinerary, and a team member incidentally.

This French Invitational Tournament was based on Xia Dang's previous exchanges with local contacts, and the Chinese team got a total of two places.

Originally it was said that Zhuang Zeyang, the leader of the new generation of foil fencing, would go, but he was hit too hard in the last competition, and his mental state has not fully recovered so far, so he was replaced by Wu Taihe.

Wang Tianzong and his manager were also there.He was invited to fly to Paris to see this year's Winter Fashion Week show.

There is a lot of space in the plane, even if it can accommodate six tables of people playing mahjong, it is more than enough.

Wu Taihe was sitting in the corner, holding a glass of drink in his hand, looking a little reserved.

Not to mention private jets, he was born in poverty and never even sat in first class before.

Talking too late last night, Cui Youji was lying on the sofa wearing a blindfold to catch up on sleep.

Wang Tianzong came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Xiaoji?"

"Hmm..." Cui Youji rubbed his eyes and sat up, "What's the matter?"

Wang Tianzong looked at him, and his voice slowed down involuntarily: "I want to ask you, would you like to participate in Fashion Week with me?"

Seeing that his son's athlete career is in full swing, Wang Tianzong still wants him to try other new fields.

After all, the career of an athlete is shorter than that of an artist.

The average idol can still have a good meal at the age of 30, but the athlete at the age of 30 is already tantamount to entering old age.

Cui Youji just wanted to say no.

Xia Dang rolled up his sleeves and pointed at Wang Tianzong angrily, "You are uneasy!"

Wang Tianzong was a little amused, "I am Xiaoji's father, of course I will be there for him..."

"No!" Xia Dang confronted him coldly and unceremoniously: "You still want him to enter the entertainment industry."

Xia Dang is very clear about the thoughts of these artists and managers.

It's not that they don't respect athletes, it's that they come in too fast, and their status is high and sought after by others, so do you think it's not good to be a star? Why is it so hard and tiring?

Wang Tianzong said awkwardly: "I don't...I just want Xiaoji to try some new hobbies."

Xia Dang: "The European Invitational Tournament and the World Championships are coming soon. Do you think he is free and in the mood?"

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

The smell of gunpowder between the two is almost on the verge of breaking out.

Cui Youji hurried forward and said: "Coach Xia, Dad, you misunderstood, I don't want to go to Fashion Week. I plan to train hard during this time."

Xia Dang nodded in satisfaction, "Good boy."

Wang Tianzong: "..."

He was depressed for a while.

Who is the real father?

Originally, Wang Tianzong wanted to take Cui Youji to Germany to meet his biological mother, but since the first stop of the invitational tournament was France, they came here first.

At 20:20 Paris time, the plane landed.

They walked out through the VIP passage, but Wang Tianzong was still recognized.

Several veterans surrounded him to sign.

Wang Tianzong stopped helplessly, turned around and waved his hands, and said, "I'll see you at the hotel."

Under his signal, Cui Youji, Xia Dang and others left first.

Xia Dang: "It turns out that your father is so popular that he has come abroad."

"That's right." Cui Youji said casually, "His movies are all classics in the world, and Professor Xia likes to watch them very much."

"Really?" Xia Dang was thoughtful, thinking, let's go back and have a look.

A group of people pushed their luggage out, and the person in charge of picking up the plane had been waiting at the gate of the airport for a long time.

This time the pick-up personnel were officially sent by the French Sports Bureau, and there should be a French-Chinese translator.

From a distance, Cui Youji saw a tall, blond, white man.There were two middle-aged men with brown hair standing beside him.

The other party stands out from the crowd, and the rate of turning heads is extremely high. From time to time, tourists gather around to watch curiously.

He held up a card written in Chinese and was waving at them non-stop.

Cui Youji quickened his pace and said pleasantly, "Senior brother?!"

Unexpectedly, the famous Violet Mack would come to pick him up in person.

"I've been talking through video calls, and now I finally see you in person!" Violet Mack threw down the cards, stepped forward to give him a big hug, kissed him on the cheek and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are better than me!" Even more handsome than I imagined."

Business exaggeration is one of Cui Youji's best skills.

He raised his smiling face and said, "Brother, you are also very handsome, I like your beard very much."

"Yeah, tasteful. I've been staying for a long time."

Violet Mac stroked his beard, feeling very happy.

Wu Taihe on the side was stunned.

He recognized at a glance that this white man was an internationally renowned French master of foil fencing!

——Violet Mack, the Olympic champion known as the quintessence of France.

The other party is his idol.

His cell phone wallpaper is still a sexy photo of Mike, a high-definition version of a night cat with a vest exposed.

But why is Violet Mac's Chinese so slippery?

Moreover, he and Cui Youji seem to be very familiar...

After hugging Cui Youji, Violet Mac raised his head to greet Xia Dang again, smiling like a parenthesis: "Coach Xia!"

Xia Dang coughed, "Long time no see."

Violet Mack looked him over and said with a smile, "Coach, you seem to be gaining weight again."

The white man's eyes inadvertently fell on Xia Dang's bulging beer belly.

Xia Dang's head was full of black lines: "You really don't know which pot to open and which pot to carry."

Violet Mac asked curiously:

"What does this mean? Is it another Chinese proverb?"

Xia Dang: "..."

He used silence to express that he did not want to talk to this former student who had no vision for the time being.

The other two brown-haired men are staff members of the French Sports Bureau, who are responsible for helping them carry their luggage and handle relatively complicated procedures such as entry and accommodation.

Violet Mike, as a tenth-level Chinese player, acted as an interpreter by the way.

On the car to the hotel, Violet Mack chatted with Cui Youji all the way.

"By the way, how long are you going to stay in Paris?" he asked.

Cui Youji thought for a while and said: "It should be about three days, two days of training, one day of competition. After participating in the invitational tournament, we will leave here and go to Germany."

"Ah, what a pity." Violet Mac smacked his lips regretfully, looked out the window and said, "Paris is a city that is very suitable for travel. Not only the Eiffel Tower, the landmark building, but also the streets and alleys hide a lot of beauty The scenery. I thought I had the opportunity to show you its style."

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Cui Youji and said sincerely: "Trust me, you will definitely fall in love with it."

"This trip is too rushed. I will come again when I have time." Cui Youji shrugged.

Violet Mack: "Must come. I don't know if you have seen a Woody Allen movie. He said that it is very romantic to be in Paris with someone you like without an umbrella. Although he is American, but we have to admit he was right."

Cui Youji nodded, "I've seen it."

When he dreamed of becoming an actor in his previous life, he made a lot of bad movies.

Xia Dang muttered: "I don't know what you're talking about, I've been tossing around all day. If you don't hold an umbrella on a rainy day, you'll get sick, and you'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain!"

Violet Mack laughed it off.

It was raining lightly outside the window.

Cui Youji raised his phone and snapped a photo, opened WeChat and sent it to Xia Rubing.

Xia: [Did you get off the plane? ]

CYJ: [Yes]

CYJ: [The night view of Paris is beautiful]

Xia: [Very good]

CYJ: [I want to be in the rain with you in Paris one day]

City S.

Xia Rubing was sitting in front of the computer in the study writing a thesis.

Seeing this news, Xia Rubing pushed her glasses subconsciously, and the lenses fogged up.He bowed his head and replied:

[okay]

he will.

The heart seemed to be touched by some kind of softness.

Although there is a nearly nine-year age gap between him and Cui Youji, there is some kind of wonderful tacit understanding.

Xia Rubing never told Cui Youji that she really liked the movie line in "Dragon and Phoenix":

"You get yourself a little rain, not a drizzle, but a downpour. And then you find someone you like and you take a taxi through Brolin Woods. Rain is very important, because in the rain Paris smells sweetest. It's the smell of damp chestnut leaves."

Seven years ago, when he was still in college, he traveled to France alone.

At that time, he was walking on the streets of Paris on a rainy day, and he also thought about whether there would be someone next to him in the future.

A luxury that was once out of reach.

It seems within reach now.

……

When he was almost at the destination, Wu Taihe mustered up the courage to approach Cui Youji, and asked in a low voice, "Your name is Mr. Violet Mike, senior brother, what's going on?"

Cui Youji: "He is Coach Xia's student."

"What?!!" Wu Taihe was shocked.

Wu Taihe has been paying attention to the world of fencing all year round, especially the news about Mike, but he never knew that Xia Dang still had such a connection with the Olympic champion.

Cui Youji said: "Coach Xia was in France a few years ago. But maybe because he is Chinese, there are not many interviews."

Xia Dang has been hiding his achievements and fame.

In fact, he has brought many athletes flying, and his outstanding contribution to the French fencing team will probably become a legend if it really spreads.

Wu Taihe felt envious in his heart.

No wonder Cui Youji gave up the excellent coach of the national team and worshiped Xia Dang as his teacher.

Before, many people in the team said he was stupid, such a good talent, but it was a waste of being relegated to a mere university team.

But Wu Taihe now understands that he is not stupid, but a bit too smart.

If it were me, if I knew that I could become Violet Mac's junior, I would definitely pounce on him!

"Can you get Mike's autograph for me?" he whispered.

"Of course." Cui Youji had noticed Wu Taihe's mobile phone screensaver a long time ago, and said with a smile: "Don't talk about autographing, you can go directly to take a photo with him, even kissing is fine."

The French are notoriously passionate.

Wu Taihe blushed instantly.

When they got to the hotel, Violet Mack personally escorted them upstairs.

He stood at the door of Cui Youji's room, reluctantly waving:

"See you at the training ground tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

Watching the other party leave, Cui Youji was about to close the door.

Xia Dang walked over slowly and told him: "Tomorrow you will participate in the training base of the French fencing team, and there will definitely be a lot of news media present. Remember to cheer up, you know? Don't lose face to the Chinese team, Wao Wright promised to be your training partner. He has such a personality, even if you are brothers, he will not let you go."

"Violet will practice with me in person?" Cui Youji asked again to confirm.

Xia Dang: "Yes."

A trace of surprise flashed in Cui Youji's eyes.

It is the dream of many fencers to compete fiercely with this former French Olympic foil champion.

He looked forward to it, and was a little excited.