Chapter 187 The Wedding Touches Zhang Jun

Qiu Zhi's marriage deeply touched Zhang Jun, especially after seeing the photos Liu Peng sent. His mind was filled with images of Sophie in a pure white wedding dress.

So, in recent phone calls, he repeatedly talked about how wonderful Qiu Zhi's wedding was, how handsome the groom was, how beautiful the bride was, and how they were a match made in heaven.

Zhang Jun's subtext was naturally: "Sophie, let's get married after you graduate!" Sophie wasn't stupid. Seeing Zhang Jun's recent interest in weddings, she knew what he was thinking, but she deliberately pretended not to.

In the end, Zhang Jun couldn't help but bring it up directly. Sophie, of course, flatly refused.

"Isn't getting married after graduation too early? And didn't we agree that after I graduate, I'll develop in China for a while, and then go abroad? Besides, you only sent me an engagement gift, but didn't prepare a bride price. How are you going to marry me? Hehe!" Sophie joked.

"Bride price? If I get you the bride price, will you agree to marry me right away?" Zhang Jun asked anxiously.

"Yes!" Sophie continued to tease Zhang Jun.

"Okay, okay. You name it, and I'll buy it!" Even if it was expensive, Zhang Jun wouldn't be stingy this time.

Sophie decided to continue joking with Zhang Jun. "Okay, then I'll tell you, and you have to keep your promise! The World Cup, I want the World Cup as our wedding gift, how about that? Haha!" Sophie laughed happily, sure that Zhang Jun would be stumped.

Sure enough, Zhang Jun almost fell off the bed when he heard that.

The World Cup? That's a joke! You can't buy that with any amount of money!

But listening to Sophie's laughter, Zhang Jun's stubbornness flared up again: "Alright! The World Cup it is! If I can't get it, I'll never bring up marriage with you again!"

This time it was Sophie's turn to be shocked. Zhang Jun was serious! She was in trouble. She had been too playful for a moment and had forgotten Zhang Jun's bad temper. At this point, not even ten horses could pull him back. "Hey, Zhang Jun! I was just joking, don't take it seriously, okay? Are you angry?" Sophie had no choice but to use her coquettish powers. "Don't be angry..."

But Zhang Jun laughed: "Why would I be angry? I'm serious! If you said you wanted the moon, I'd pluck it down for you."

Sophie pouted: "Tacky lines."

"Hehe! Anyway, I think it's a good idea. I'll win the World Cup, use the World Cup as a bride price, and let the whole world witness our love!" Zhang Jun said passionately. Those romance novels hadn't been a complete waste of time. At least he had honed his smooth-talking skills. But the more Sophie heard, the more nervous she became: "You're kidding, right, Zhang Jun?"

"No, I'm not kidding."

She was doomed to spend the rest of her life as a widow! Sophie thought "pessimistically."

"I know this is crazy, and with the current state of Chinese football, it's almost impossible. But I'll do it for you, wait for me to come back and marry you, Sophie." Zhang Jun said solemnly to Sophie, as if making a vow.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Sophie accepted with a smile.

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Actually, Zhang Jun wasn't the only one who was stimulated.

Yang Pan wouldn't admit it, but the idea of finding a girl to spend the rest of his life with was weighing more and more heavily on his mind.

Since spending Christmas together at Yilan's house last time, the relationship between the two had improved a lot. There were fewer sarcastic remarks when they met again, and they would talk about some things seriously.

The old man had seen that there was something interesting between these two young people a long time ago, but they were both a little shy, and neither was willing to speak first. As an elder, he saw it and was anxious. So it was time for him to step in. So one day, he asked Yilan to go to the Bologna training base to give Yang Pan a message, inviting him to have dinner at his place after training in the afternoon.

Yilan unusually didn't waste any words and obediently agreed. This surprised the old man a little. He had thought that Yilan would definitely pretend to decline, and he had even prepared his excuses, but they didn't come in handy.

Looking at his daughter's back, he realized that as a father, he sometimes couldn't understand her more and more, just like he couldn't understand why her mother had fallen in love with him back then.

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Yilan stood outside the iron fence of the training base for a while, watching Yang Pan's training, and then found it boring. She wandered around by herself. When she came to the parking lot, she immediately saw Yang Pan's conspicuous red Hummer. Her eyes lit up, and boredom immediately turned into fun.

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At the moment Yang Pan shot, he suddenly felt a chill, and as a result, the football flew high out of the training field in everyone's exclamation, flying to some unknown place.

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After Yang Pan finished showering and changing in the locker room after training, he was still surrounded by some local Chinese students. While signing autographs for them and satisfying their wishes to take photos together, he walked towards the parking lot.

Finally, after seeing off the last enthusiastic fan, Yang Pan found a person sitting on the hood of his Hummer, a girl, smiling at him.

Yang Pan felt a little cold, the same feeling he had when his shot went awry during training. Because Yilan rarely smiled at him so readily.

"You're very popular!" Yilan sat on the hood of the Hummer, swinging her legs and smiling. She looked as if she were sitting on a rock by the river, not on a car.

Yang Pan felt a little sorry for his car, but he was afraid of angering this girl and causing his beloved car to suffer, so he had to force a smile and say: "It's okay..."

"But you made me wait a long time!" Yilan was still smiling, but Yang Pan was sweating profusely. "But I didn't know you were coming..."

"So when I was bored, I practiced on your car." Yilan finally jumped off the car. Only then did Yang Pan see that the area behind her was covered with messy things. He almost screamed. His Hummer...

Seeing Yang Pan desperately wiping the car, Yilan stood aside and giggled. Yang Pan took the time to glare at her fiercely.

"Don't you want to ask me why I'm here today? It's my first time!"

"Who knows! Maybe you've gone crazy!"

Yilan didn't care about Yang Pan's bad attitude. She still smiled and said, "You should say that my dad has gone crazy. He actually wants to invite you to dinner at my house."

Yang Pan stopped what he was doing and looked at Yilan in disbelief: "When?"

"Tonight."

Yang Pan threw the rag into the car, then opened the car door and gestured to Yilan: "Get in."

"So eager?" Yilan was a little strange at Yang Pan's expression. Did he also look forward to the opportunity to have dinner together?

"I'm hungry."

Yilan rolled her eyes, realizing that her delusions were getting worse.

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On the way to the "Chinachina" restaurant and Yilan's house, Yang Pan played music as usual. But this music made Yilan frown, because she didn't understand it and didn't like this style.

Today, Yang Pan was playing Cui Jian's album.

"Do you like listening to music?" Yilan asked Yang Pan.

"Yeah, I listen to it when I have nothing to do."

"What kind of music do you like?"

"Anything, as long as it sounds good, I listen to it, no matter what kind."

"So, besides your Chinese music, do you listen to other countries' music?"

"It's all the same, as long as it sounds good, no matter the nationality."

Yilan reached out and turned off the CD, which Yang Pan didn't expect. "Don't listen to this, it's making me feel uneasy. When we get to my place, I'll give you an album. It's a hundred times better than yours. I listen to it often." She took out the CD and spun it in her hand.

"What's the name?"

"My name is Yilan." Yilan said it in French, but Yang Pan definitely understood, because Yang Pan had learned a lot from her father.

Sure enough, Yang Pan turned to look at Yilan: "Don't tell me you recorded it yourself?" He smiled, a wicked smile.

Yilan ignored him and just turned her head to look out the window in a daze.

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The old man gave Yang Pan a hearty hug when he saw him, and then led him into the "private room." Yilan went upstairs to change clothes.

Yang Pan stopped the old man and made him confess honestly whether inviting him was for some other purpose. "Are you going to ask for an autograph or a photo this time? Tell me."

The old man smiled innocently: "What are you thinking? Can't we just have a happy meal together?"

But Yang Pan always felt that this smile had a deep meaning, but since someone was inviting, he wouldn't be polite and just eat. Anyway, the old man wouldn't put any drugs in the food.

It was just a meal, eating was simple. The old man just asked about some things about the team. As an ordinary fan, he was still very interested in some internal news of the team, and Yang Pan said what he should say, and resolutely didn't say what he shouldn't. The old man also knew this, so he didn't ask what he shouldn't ask, so as not to embarrass Yang Pan.

Yilan just silently buried her head in eating.

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On the way back, Yang Pan laughed at his own thoughts. He thought that the old man was asking him to dinner for some other purpose, such as a blind date... but nothing happened, it was just a meal. It seemed that he was being a little presumptuous.

He glanced down at the CD on the passenger seat, which Yilan had lent him to listen to when he left. It was that "My Name is Yilan."

Yang Pan just glanced at it and didn't take it out to listen. He had a habit of listening to music. He would only listen to a few fixed songs for a period of time, and then change them when he got tired of them.

And now this period of time was "Chinese Original Rock Time." He only put albums of various domestic rock bands in his CD player. As for that French album, because the style didn't match, it was obviously not time to change the CD.

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The next afternoon, after training, Yang Pan saw Yilan again on the hood of his beloved car. This time, Yilan didn't graffiti on the car, but just came to tell him that her dad had invited him to dinner again.

Yang Pan couldn't understand it. Was the old man addicted to treating?

But someone was inviting, and the invited person wouldn't refuse. It was still just eating and chatting together as usual. And Yilan still sat silently on the side, just as a listener.

For the next two days, Yang Pan had to go to an away game with the team and was not in Bologna. The old man didn't mention inviting Yang Pan to dinner again.

Not only Yang Pan couldn't figure it out, but Yilan also couldn't figure out what her dad's intention was. It was true that she was on vacation now, it was true that she had nothing to do, and it was true that he嫌she was annoying, but he didn't have to push her to Yang Pan's place every day.

After dinner, Yilan returned to her bedroom, lay on the bed, and looked at the photos of Yang Pan that covered the wall. Counting it, she had been collecting his things for almost a year. As soon as she saw Yang Pan's reports and photos, she couldn't help but want to collect them.

Thinking about it in the car, when they were alone together, she had a thousand opportunities to confess to him, but for some reason, she couldn't say a word that she should have said, but what she shouldn't have said was very fluent. Was it really because she had been arguing with him so much that it had become a conditioned reflex?

I wonder what he thinks in his heart?

Yilan turned over and hugged the dog-shaped pillow, gradually falling asleep in fantasy.

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In Sunday's league game, they rushed back to Bologna that night. They only rested for half a day on Monday, and trained as usual in the afternoon. Who told the team that their results were not ideal, and the chairman was very angry?

Yang Pan parked the Hummer in the parking lot. As soon as he got out of the car, he heard Bellucci say "Huh."

"What's wrong, Claudio?"

"There are words on the back of your car..."

That girl! As soon as Yang Pan heard it, he knew who had done the "good deed", but when did she write it? He took a rag from the car and planned to wipe off the graffiti.

But when he ran to the back angrily and took a look, he was stunned.

"yangpan, elen"

The two words were written on the red car body with a black marker. The words were not big, and it was easy to ignore them if you didn't look carefully against the red background color.

One was his name, and the other was Yilan's name.

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"Yilan, when does your school start?" The old man picked up the newspaper and casually asked his daughter who was busy outside.

"The day after tomorrow."

"Oh, then go and ask Yang Pan to have dinner tomorrow. I have something to tell him."

Yilan turned to look at her dad, but she could only see the newspaper. The voice came from behind the newspaper.

"Okay." Yilan agreed and continued with her work.

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Yang Pan lay on the bed, and the French CD that Yilan had lent him was playing in the stereo. He had already listened to it once, but he found that only the first song was good to listen to, so he was now repeatedly listening to this song.

He not only appreciated music, but he also felt that music was a memory card for him, specializing in recording his mood at a certain stage. When he heard this song again a long time later, he would suddenly remember those moods and stories of his from many years ago, both joyful and sad.

And now, "My Name is Yilan" seemed to be speaking to his current mood.

The singer's enunciation was very clear. After listening to it several times, he, a beginner in French, could roughly understand the general meaning of the lyrics. It was a song hoping to get love.

For some reason, Yilan introduced this song to him, and the name was so coincidental that he actually heard Yilan when he heard the music. It was as if the one who was slowly confiding in the music was her herself. She whispered to Yang Pan: My name is Yilan, I am a very ordinary girl, with joy and sadness, and a life of joys, sorrows, and sorrows. I also want to find the love that belongs to me...

Uh, is this considered an indirect confession? Yang Pan thought to himself.

So Yilan really likes me? Otherwise, why would she write our names on the back of my car? Why did she take the initiative to lend me this CD? Coincidence is impossible... Yang Pan hoped so on the one hand, but he was not sure on the other hand. After all, they quarreled as soon as they met, which really made him dare not even imagine that such a relationship would cultivate a couple.

Yang Pan's head ached from thinking, so he simply stopped thinking and took it one step at a time. He listened to the song with peace of mind. After putting aside those thoughts, he found that it was really a good song.

And he fell asleep in this beautiful song.

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Yang Pan passed a cross from the wing both high and floating, with no threat. The fans watching outside the wire fence sighed softly.

"Hey! Yang, cheer up, you've been a little absent-minded these past two days. Is something wrong?" Bellucci ran a blank, but he didn't blame Yang Pan.

Yang Pan waved his hand: "Sorry, I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired."

Yang Pan's expression was normal when he came down from the training field. You couldn't see anything unusual. He still chatted casually with his teammates in the locker room, joked, told some dirty jokes that men would tell each other, then showered and changed, and after saying hello to everyone, he walked alone to the parking lot to pick up his car.

Without any surprise, he saw Yilan again on the hood of his Hummer.

"You must be inviting me to dinner again, right?" Without waiting for Yilan to say anything, Yang Pan asked proactively.

"Yes! Dad asked me to invite you to dinner." Yilan jumped off the car. Yang Pan quickly looked to see if there was any graffiti on the car. Of course, he didn't see anything. "I really don't know what Dad is thinking. Can't he say everything at once? Really..." Yilan kicked a small stone on the ground.

"Get in the car." Yang Pan opened the car door and invited Yilan in.

"Did you listen to the CD I lent you?" As soon as Yilan got into the car, she started rummaging through the CD bag.

"Uh... I listened." He had only listened to it last night.

"What do you think?"

"Well, it's not bad..." Yang Pan lied, because the song was indeed very good, but he wanted to belittle it. But why did he lie to Yilan?

"Ah, found it!" Yilan put the CD into the car stereo and pressed the play button. "Drive, driver!"

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The car stopped and started in the traffic.

Red light, another red light. Yang Pan slammed the steering wheel and leaned back in the seat. He was a little impatient, but he had never been so fired up when he was stuck in traffic. At most, he would listen to music... Speaking of music, was it this "My Name is Yilan" that was playing repeatedly that made him feel a little uneasy?

Yilan wasn't in a hurry. She closed her eyes and hummed along with the music. It was that song that made Yang Pan feel uneasy (?).

She hummed softly, not too loud, not enough to drown out the music, but not enough for others not to hear her voice.

The high, straight nose had the beauty of sculpture, the white and delicate skin seemed to emit a cold, dim light like marble, and the red curly hair swayed gently with her nodding movements, very elastic. It was a girl's face, unlike many Western girls who had a lot of freckles on their faces, or a face that looked old.

Looking at this face, he thought of the photos and posters of him on the wall of Yilan's room. Would such a girl really like him? Although Yilan was sometimes a little willful and would play some tricks, on the whole, she was still a very good girl. After all, she was still young, a college student, so she was more willful. But didn't this make her more cute?

If she really liked herself, maybe it would be his luck.

But... was it possible?

The horn sounded behind him. Only then did Yang Pan notice that the light was already green, and he quickly started the car.

"I see you're always listening to that one song. You seem to like listening to it like that." Yang Pan felt that it was too abnormal for a man and a woman to be alone together without talking to each other, so he took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Yeah, I like it very much!" Yilan said, still closing her eyes and shaking her head.

Yang Pan didn't know how to continue the conversation, so he had to be silent and concentrate on driving.

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Once again, they encountered a red light, and Yilan still hummed. You could see that she had sung it very skillfully. When to pause, how many beats to pause; when to lower the tone, when to raise the tone, she was very clear, not deviating from the original singer.

Yang Pan watched and listened, and fell into a spiritual dialogue.

She is indeed a good girl, isn't she?

I don't know...

Don't say you don't know. What were you thinking just now? Actually, you also like her in your heart, don't you? Otherwise, why would you care about her so much?

Maybe... maybe.

Kaka was right. You're actually being stubborn. You like her, but it's just that little misunderstanding that made you think Yilan doesn't like you, right?

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Why are you silent? Did I say it right? You like her, right?

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Answer me, you like her, right?

... Uh, let's say I do.

You're still being stubborn... Like is like, dislike is dislike, what do you mean by "let's say I do"?

Okay, I surrender. Yes, I like her.

That's right, hehe! Then confess to her now! Just say what's on your mind!

Confess? Now? Are you kidding me, bro?

You're the one who's kidding! Aren't you usually very decisive in everything you do? Why are you being so indecisive about this? You have to know that in love, there are no mistakes, only missed opportunities. Who knows what you'll lose if you hesitate now?

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The horn sounded again. Yang Pan opened his eyes and knew that the green light was on again. He turned his head and saw that Yilan had stopped singing and was looking at him strangely. She looked so cute and beautiful that he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.

Yilan noticed that Yang Pan was looking at her and quickly turned her face to the window, blushing.

Seeing that Yilan was not cooperating, Yang Pan had to start the car with some regret, slowly driving forward amidst the curses of the drivers behind him.

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Yang Pan kept thinking about that spiritual dialogue all the way. Fortunately, there were fewer people on the road and the speed was not fast, so nothing happened.

Confess now? But he wasn't mentally prepared at all. How would he confess? If he stuttered, she would definitely not have a good impression of him. But if he didn't say it, maybe he would really miss the opportunity?

Yang Pan couldn't figure it out. Love was not like playing football. He could rely on speed to rush forward with the ball, but love... rush forward? Hmm, wait! Maybe sometimes coming on strong will have good results.

Be direct, be direct, be direct...

Yang Pan kept giving himself psychological cues and parked the car in front of the "Chinachina" Chinese restaurant.

He grabbed Yilan's hand when she got out of the car. Yilan looked at him in confusion.

"I have something to tell you."

"Eh?"

"Actually, I don't know how to say this. I think there may be some small misunderstandings between us. We don't understand each other enough, which makes you have some prejudices against me. But what I want to say is..."

Yilan didn't interrupt him, but just waited for him to finish.

"What I want to say is, uh, what I want to say is... I've always had a good impression of you, from the first time I saw you. It's a little inexplicable, but it does exist. I teased you not because I hate you, but on the contrary, I, I like you very much, very much... you. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

He had finally said the key point in one breath.

Even though he had said what was on his mind, Yang Pan still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, because he was still waiting for Yilan to give him an answer.

So what was Yilan's answer?

Yilan smiled. She had finally waited for the prince's words, and from then on, Cinderella became a princess.

Yilan put her hands behind her back, took a small step forward, and moved closer to Yang Pan.

Yang Pan's expression changed immediately, with nervousness, pain, expectation, and happiness mixed together, it was really indescribable!

Then, Yilan's red lips came up and gently touched Yang Pan's lips.

Yang Pan's eyes widened even more, as if he couldn't believe that this scene was real.

A kiss.

"That's my answer, stupid Yang Pan!" Yilan jumped back, turned around and ran towards the restaurant.

Yang Pan shouted, but don't misunderstand, it was not a cry of excessive excitement, but a painful howl. When Yilan kissed him just now, she had stepped on his feet with her toes...

This little girl, she still has to mess with me even now! I won't let her get away with it! Ah, it hurts!

The old man hid somewhere and saw everything that had just happened. The young people's affairs should still be handled by the young people themselves! It seemed that there was no need for him to formally propose this matter at tonight's dinner.

Yang Pan screamed, then jumped and ran after Yilan. He vowed in his heart that if he caught up with Yilan, he would definitely push her down, and then... hehe! Then step on her feet to even the score!

The year-long acquaintance between the two had finally come to a stage-by-stage result. This result did not represent the entire future. There were many things that Yang Pan had to continue to work hard for if he wanted to get them. Love was always like this, you couldn't relax. However, Yang Pan could still confirm from Yilan's kiss that he had found the angel of his life. From then on, he only loved this somewhat willful, somewhat bad, and somewhat stupid girl. Her name was Yilan.

Behind the Hummer Jeep, there was not nothing between "Yang Pan" and "Yilan." There was a heart drawn with pink lipstick. If you didn't look closely against the red car body color, you would easily miss this detail. Now, the Hummer was quietly parked outside the store, and the evening sun shone on it, reflecting that heart.

Yang Pan loves Yilan.

Yilan also loves Yang Pan.

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Yilan, my name is Yilan.

A very ordinary girl.

With happiness and sadness.

Also with a life of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

I want to find a simple love.

The love that belongs to me.

I hope that there will be poetry and beautiful dreams in the night.

If that is the case, I will have no other requests.

There will be your photos in the newspaper every week.

I always pay attention.

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"Hey, Yilan, you sang it wrong. It's not like this here."

"Hehe! That's right, that's right! This is my song, Yilan's song!"

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My sadness will eventually be buried deep in my memory.

When I find a simple love.

That's the love that belongs to me.

Yilan, my name is Yilan.

I think I've already found it...

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ps: *Jem'appelle Helene* is a very famous French song. I have recommended it before, because it is really good, so I recommend it again. Everyone download it and listen to it, I believe you can hear Yilan's heart, hehe!

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