The night is like a fisherman's net, gradually closing up. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info outside the window of the morning exercise of the running sound of the sound, from far to near, and then slowly away. The scorching heat of the summer night has not completely faded, and the early morning sun is creeping out again.

The curtains are a little thicker because the bedroom windows are facing east, and the red flannel floor curtains are embroidered with yellow coconut trees and blue mountains.

Zhuo Yang has never figured out why the coconut trees are yellow instead of green, why the mountains are blue, and is there a blue mountain in this world? Aren't coconut trees supposed to grow by the sea?

Zhuo Yang also asked his mother, and her mother said: Do you know how big the world is? Zhuo Yang was confused, what is this, where is this, not next to each other. Before he could continue to ask, his mother said impatiently:

"There's no reason, I'll do whatever I want!"

Although the yellow coconut tree blue mountain red velvet curtain is heavy, it still can't block the sunlight from penetrating in. Every morning, the eleven-square-meter bedroom will be glowing with red and clear light, and the whole room will be red clouds, looking like Laojun's alchemy room.

In an auspicious and healthy red light, Zhuo Yang opened his eyes. The naked upper body didn't feel very comfortable because of the air conditioning that had been blowing all night. He reached out and grabbed the remote control next to the pillow, raised his arm, turned off the air conditioner with a 'beep', and the room suddenly fell silent.

During the whole process, Zhuo Yang seemed to only move his left arm, and the rest of his body did not move at all, and his eyes did not blink.

After lying down for a while, Zhuo Yang turned his head to look at the red curtain of Coconut Mountain. Actually, he prefers the style of lattice and stripes, but since he has never hung it on the window, he doesn't know what the effect is. Besides, Zhuo Yang didn't hate the yellow coconut blue mountain red clouds, but just wanted to know what the lattice or striped windows looked like under the perspective of the sun.

Zhuo Yang straightened his head and stared at somewhere in the white roof ceiling, and looked hard at it, but there was nothing there. Zhuo Yang blinked.

Yes, today is the day to leave for Germany.

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Zhuo Yang is 17 years old this year, and 17 years ago, he was born in Xi'an, a second-tier city in the northwest of the country. In the past 17 years, Zhuo Yang has been living here and is familiar with everything here. Except for Xi'an, he has hardly been to other cities. For Zhuo Yang, the great rivers and mountains of the motherland only exist on the national map hanging on the side wall of the living room at home.

Zhuo Yang's father, Zhuo Tongtong, was a soldier, but he was not a soldier in the traditional sense of Jin Ge Iron Horse and Rong Horse. Zhuo Tongtong is an intellectual, majoring in English and German as a second language, and has been working as a teacher at a university in Xi'an since graduation. Until the year when Zhuo Yang was three years old, a famous military academy in Xi'an recruited teachers from local universities because of the expansion, and Zhuo Tongtong was recommended by the university.

Zhuo Yang always remembered that winter, when his father put on a military uniform and appeared for the first time in front of his family. The coat of breeches, the shiny black leather shoes with a hard toe, the shallow-shaped large-brimmed hat, and the epaulette collar and the cockade against the background, Zhuo Tongtong is heroic and shiny and majestic. Xiao Zhuoyang's eyes are full of stars, full of worship for his father.

Zhuo Yang's mother, Yang Hong, is a somewhat graceful southern woman. She has a very deep piano attainment and is quite famous in China. Graceful is Yang Hong's appearance, and toughness is Yang Hong's interior.

After graduating from the University of Music with a piano major, Yang Hong did not return to her hometown in the south, but chose to stay in school to teach. On an autumn afternoon, Yang Hong, who had finished eating rice noodles across the bridge, had just walked out of the door of the small restaurant, and before he could wipe his mouth, he was bumped into by Zhuo Tongtong, who had just finished eating oily noodles next door and didn't have time to wipe his mouth.

A very clichéd story.

Autumn is undoubtedly the most beautiful season in Xi'an!

Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong got married, and a year later, they had a daughter named Zhuo Qiu. After another three years, Zhuo Qiu became a sister.

After that, the family of four lived happily in the family courtyard of the military academy, which everyone used to call the compound.

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It is said that the vast majority of people's brains use only one-tenth, and the remaining nine-tenths are completely idle, and gradually become useless. Zhuo Yang is obviously an exception.

Zhuo Yang showed great talent at a very young age. Yuan Kuocheng's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", a half-hour commentary, three-year-old Zhuo Yang can tell it completely after listening to it once. When he was four years old, Zhuo Tongtong threw the messy Rubik's Cube to Zhuo Yang, turned around and went to the clothes on the hanger and took out a pack of Ashima in his pocket, and took out a cigarette case and just lit it. At the age of five, he was able to converse with Zhuo Tongtong in German, and at the age of six, Zhuo Yang could even scold fluently in English. At the age of eight, after just a few days of learning chess, he won the old revolutionary grandfather of the military cadre next door to the compound and flipped the table. The old revolutionary grandfather fled from the Korean battlefield and came back from life, and he has not been angry for more than 40 years since he cultivated himself and cultivated his temperament.

In short, the magical Zhuo Yang learns everything very quickly, many things can be seen at a glance, many actions are only learned once, and they are done in a good way, and after pondering for a while in his mind, he will have no sense of rustiness at all.

It is said that a person whose brain is fully utilized, 100% used, such a person, even if he has never touched the piano at all, can play it completely as long as he is allowed to watch Liszt's "Don Juan" once, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life, and he will be at his fingertips at any time.

Whom to reason!

No one knows how much Zhuo Yang's brain has developed, five out of ten? Six out of ten? Or 8 or 9 out of 10? Anyway, he has had a label since he was a child: smart!

Smart children have one thing in common, that is, they are not down-to-earth, and Zhuo Yang is very jumpy.

Teachers' children start school early, and Zhuo Yang entered the first grade of the military school at the age of five, beginning a school life as painful as all children in China. Because he is too smart and too unsteady, Zhuo Yang has never been a good student, his studies are average, and he is naughty.

But smart children also have a characteristic, that is, they like to read books and read extracurricular books.

Influenced by Zhuo Tongtong, an amateur senior history lover and pseudo-literature lover, Zhuo Yang has read Chinese and foreign historical classics and literary classics one after another since he became literate. Of course, no matter how big it is, the magical Zhuo Yang looks at the ancient Chinese history books, all of which are in classical Chinese, while the Western masterpieces are all in English.

Zhuo Yang had a father whom he admired.

The children who grew up in the army commanders also have a characteristic, they love to fight. Zhuo Yang is naturally no exception.

He and his friends often fight with the children on the street just for a look.

He glared at me and hit him!

He whistled at the girl in our compound and hit him!

He, why didn't he ...... today, hit him......

With Zhuo Yang's physical coordination and ability to learn movements, there is no doubt that he is a good hand in fighting. In his own words: those fools are too slow!

However, Zhuo Yang doesn't like to fight, but he likes to be with his friends.

Besides, if boys don't fight, how can they have a face called puberty.

The adolescent Zhuo Yang did not like to fight, did not like to go to school, and did not like to eat fatty meat and onions. But he loves football!

Xi'an is not a traditional football city, but Xi'an is a city of avid fans. In other words, there are more people watching the ball and fewer people playing the ball.

In the cold winter of 1989, Zhuo Yang, who was more than four years old, wore a thick down jacket and slipped to the playground of the Military Academy alone. Because it was Sunday, there were no soldiers training on the playground with dry yellow turf, and the cold northwest wind swept over the playground, Zhuo Yang tugged the collar of the crimson down jacket with his hands, and muttered: Cold, so cold.

At this time, Zhuo Yang saw six soldiers, their upper bodies were only wearing army green vests, their strong biceps were like big pimple mustard sold in the store of the army service agency, the chest muscles of the grave held up the waistcoat bulging, and the heat on their heads was blowing even from the northwest wind. They were chasing a black and white ball.

This is the first time Zhuo Yang has seen playing football!

When a soldier stopped the ball, he kicked the ball, and the ball changed direction against the ball of his foot and leaked out of the edge of the grass, rolling from fast to slow towards Zhuo Yang, and then slowly stopped at Zhuo Yang's feet.

"Kid, pick up the ball for your uncle."

Half an hour later, the six soldiers watched in horror as Zhuo Yang was holding the soccer ball with his foot, and the soccer had not hit the ground for almost ten minutes.

The crimson puffer jacket was thrown on the withered yellow grass, as abrupt and bright as the desert roses in the Taklamakan tree.

The six soldiers tightened the collar of the cotton army coat, for fear of the slightest cold wind pouring into their necks, and muttered: Cold, so cold!

Since then, Zhuo Yang has fallen in love with football, and his love is unreasonable, not at all like the magical talent of his smart little prodigy.

Smart children often don't want to understand but only understand.

When he was in the first grade, Zhuo Yang couldn't play football with children of the same age, and the third grade up was the object of his play. In the first year of junior high school, he began to play small games with those tough soldiers, although he often couldn't play the whole game because of his young age and physical strength, but Zhuo Yang's one-stop passing and shooting anytime and anywhere made the soldiers helpless. In high school, there was no one in the wild ball world in Xi'an who didn't know Zhuo Yang's name, and he was often called by his uncles who played wild ball to help save the game.

But in football, Zhuo Yang has a huge problem because of his mother Yang Hong.

Since Zhuo Yang became famous in the folk football world, there have been sports school coaches and even coaches of professional teams who have been approaching him, hoping that Zhuo Yang can enter the echelon of football sports schools or football clubs, but without exception, he was mercilessly blasted out of the door by his mother Yang Hong. Although his father Zhuo Tongtong is indispensable, he is also half a pseudo-fan who only watches and does not practice, but he also feels that playing football is not a serious thing, it is okay to play, and he specializes in this industry, which is similar to the meaning of soaking in a mahjong hall all day long, playthings and the like.

The person Zhuo Yang admires the most is his father Zhuo Tongtong, a literary and sullen man. The person Zhuo Yang is most afraid of is her mother Yang Hong, a graceful and strong woman.

Yang Hong hated all sports, believing them to be barbaric and rude. Yang Hong has the spirit and arrogance of a traditional southern water town girl in her bones, and she can only see profound knowledge and Sven's art in her eyes. But as a female pianist in the new era, Yang Hong is used to proudly controlling everything, and has an unobjectionable leadership authority in the family.

Yang Hong never does sports, doesn't play badminton, doesn't know where there is a table tennis table, doesn't run long, doesn't sprint, doesn't jog. In addition to occasionally walking with her husband, Yang Hong's only keen exercise is only on the Simmons mattress in the bedroom, which is two meters wide and two meters long.

Yang Hong loves Zhuo Tongtong, and Zhuo Tongtong loves Yang Hong. They love deeply.

Zhuo Tongtong is afraid of Yang Hong, not only him, Zhuo Qiu, Zhuo Yang, and the three people surnamed Zhuo in the family are afraid of Yang Hong.

Zhuo Qiu chose the same major as his father, foreign language. A top student in the outer courtyard, this is like her father, a student union cadre, and this is with her mother.

So, Yang Hong arbitrarily ordered Zhuo Yang to learn the piano for three reasons.

First: My daughter has inherited her father's profession, and my son will inherit my career;

Second: Anyway, Zhuo Yang is not a learning material in school, but he still plays the piano quite well;

Third: There is no reason, the old lady has the final say!

As a result, Yang Hong and Zhuo Yang began a cat-and-mouse battle of wits and courage.

Every weekend, Yang Hong asked Zhuo Yang to play the piano at home, and Zhuo Yang came up with all kinds of strange excuses to go out and play games secretly. The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. There is no most cunning, only more cunning.

Jack Rat outwits Tom Cat on TV, and Zhuo Yang outwits Yang Hong at home.

Actually, Zhuo Yang doesn't hate the piano, and he is willing to play it well when he has nothing to do, but he can't say how much he loves it. It's like the curtain of the red clouds, blue mountains, and yellow coconut trees.

The days gradually came to 2002, and Zhuo Yang was seventeen years old. He was about to graduate from high school when he started school early, and at this time, something unhappy happened, or because of a fight.

Competitive sports are an extension of war, and football is violence under the rules. Who doesn't have a little passion and fire in their hearts? In China, you can play chess on the side of the road.

In folk competitions without referee authority, fights are commonplace. As a folk star who is as good as the wind, scores goals like hemp, and can smell the smell of the coquettish people from two miles away, Zhuo Yang has naturally become the target of jealousy and attack by the ball ruffians. But Zhuo Yang is not a master who can swallow his anger, and his temper is more than the pimples on his face. And so, the trouble came.

In a fight, of course Zhuo Yang will not suffer, and he will not hit too hard, but there will always be times when he hurts people.

Do you think Zhuo Yang watched the soldiers fight in the army compound for more than ten years?