Return to the top of the road to champions

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the days were repeated day after day. The busy and exhausted day after day did not crush the man's already bent back, and the dead silent eyes did not show a trace of abuse, teasing or ridicule. Waves, like a living dead person who can only breathe, or like a walking dead who has completely lost his mind, is going back and forth between the home and the bathhouse.

However, just when everyone who was familiar with Tao Laizi thought that this taciturn man would remain in this state until his death, when the Spring Festival approached, Tao Laizi's face, which was stiff and seemed to be covered with paste, quietly changed. When did a pair of thick eyebrows interspersed with white eyebrows be tightly locked, and after that, Cripple Tao worked desperately as if to make his already tired body even more tired.

Even Guo Dapao, the owner of the hot spring village, couldn't stand the self-abuse-like ruthlessness. It was rare for him to be interested in this old man who had worked here for seven years.

After secretly observing for a few days, Guo Dapao grabbed Tao Laizi's foam-covered hand when he watched Tao Laizi sitting on the ground with a brush desperately rubbing against the ground on another night near midnight.

"Cripple Tao, are you okay?"

Guo Dapao's inquiry still received the same silence as before, he slowly pulled out his slender arms, and continued to brush the crippled Tao, which made Guo Dapao roll his eyes, and Guo Dapao took a sip when his rare kindness was not responded to. "Fuck, why don't you want to see me if you are willing to do it, all right, if you are willing, you can paint the wall too."

Guo Dapao, who was deliberately embarrassed, threw down a sentence and turned away, but the man seemed to have found a new pleasure, shifting from painting the floor to painting the wall, slowly digging from one gap after another, from the 25th of the twelfth lunar month to the [-]th From [-] to [-], Tao Cripple couldn't stand it. Guo Dapao didn't know, but he knew that he couldn't stand it.

Guo Dapao, who rushed into the bathhouse early in the morning on the fourth day of the fourth day, went straight to the men's bathhouse, opened the curtain, and saw the man standing on the stool brushing the tiled wall of the dressing room, Guo Dapao was stunned.

In just seven days, the man's waist became more bent, and he became thinner. His dark face was no longer as dull as it used to be, and his paleness was shocking. He stood for a long time until the man got off the stool because he couldn't stand it. It was the steady and heavy fall to the ground that awakened the dazed Guo Dapao.

"Fuck, what a fucking trouble."

Muttering, he walked quickly to the man, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the men's bath. He came to the sofa in the hall and threw him on the sofa. Guo Dapao sat opposite the man, "Said, What do you mean? If you want to die, find a place for yourself, don't kill me, I can't tell."

The originally well-meaning concern came to Guo Dapao's mouth, but it turned into an unpleasant harshness. While waiting, the man who was thrown and a little dizzy slowly sat up, a pair of soaked and swollen hands were placed on his lap, his drooping The white hair on his head made Guo Dapao, who had been waiting for a while, yell, "Speak up, don't pretend to be dumb for me."

After yelling loudly, the man raised his head slowly, and Guo Dapao was stunned again by a pair of eyes different from before, and the bright spirit in the shining eyes also permeated people.

She moved her lips, "Cripple Tao, talk."

Shouting as if to cheer himself up, the man on the opposite side licked his lips. After a long silence, he stared at Guo Dapao as if he had made up his mind, "Boss, I want to borrow a TV from you."

The unexpected opening made Guo Dapao widen his small eyes like an idiot, "Are you fucking looking like you can't afford to live just to borrow a TV?"

Guo Dapao's exclamation made the man nod his head, he stood up with a huff, and rushed to the man in a big stride, stretched out a pair of short and thick fingers, and tapped the man's forehead vigorously, "I hate you, a Broken TV, you play so many tricks."

Angry and funny, Guo Dapao turned back to the back room and handed a small TV to the man, "Here you go, get the hell out, it will open after the [-]th."

While walking, Guo Dapao, who was muttering about being mentally ill, walked out of the bath quickly, while the man who had been sitting quietly holding the small TV for a long time did not return home with his disabled body until dark.

Stopping and resting, it took the man twice as long to get home after a distance of one mile. There were many pauses in the middle, and he raised his stiff legs again, revealing deep hesitation.

Back home, turn on the light, the simple hut with only a bed, a table and a few cardboard boxes appeared in the eyes of the man. The familiar space made the man let out a long breath, put the TV in his hand on the table, silently Watching a small TV with only 21 screens.

After staring at it for a long time, as if thinking of something, he randomly pulled a towel and threw it on the TV to block the shiny screen, then staggered to the side of the bed and smashed it on the bed.

He raised his arms over his eyes, blocking the light and the deep sadness and regret in his eyes.

But the slightly trembling fingertips revealed the excitement in the man's heart. The man who hadn't moved for a day and a night wobbled up from the bed until the third day. His lifeless eyes and pale and chapped lips made the man look extremely embarrassed. But the man didn't seem to feel the burning stomach pain and dry and astringent throat, but stared at the TV in front of him again.

This time, the man, who had been silent for a long time, loosened and clenched his hands on his knees for a while. And behind the increasingly curved ridge, the man got up slowly, walked to the pool, took a glass of cold water and gulped it down.

The icy cold water slid down the dry throat to the burning stomach. The tingling sensation made the man's facial features jump tighter, but the man completely ignored the unbearable stinging pain compared to ordinary people, but lowered his head and opened the stove Get out of the drawer of the cabinet, take out the closing wire, and slowly connect it.

After finishing all the connections, he stretched out his trembling fingers and clicked the TV. The sound that suddenly appeared in the quiet room made the man stiffen. Then he slowly backed up and sat on the bed, staring blankly at the TV that had not been seen for seven years. Watch the news.

Suddenly, a picture of the last rehearsal for the Sochi Winter Olympics in Russia flashed across the small TV screen. This picture seemed to deeply prick the man's sensitive nerves. He rushed over and turned off the TV with a click, and disappeared. The picture and sound made the small room fall into a dead silence.

The sound of heavy breathing slowly spit out from the chapped mouth of the man with his head bowed. His hands that were tightly grasping the corner of the table were bulging with veins, and the small openings were immediately split open, oozing a little bit of blood.

The bitterness in his mouth and the sweetness in his throat made the man purse his lips tightly, his closed eyes trembled slightly, and even his thin body trembled slightly.

As if to suppress the burning in his heart, the man turned on the faucet with trembling hands, and sprayed the water on the man with a splash, but it seemed that he didn't see the wet part of his abdomen at all, and he bent down and stretched his head directly. Under the water pipe, pour cold water into the water pipe.

The splashed water sprayed the man's face all over his face. He didn't turn off the water pipe until he pressed down the burning with ice again. He put his hands on the edge of the pool and lowered his head to watch the drops of water falling into the pool. The man was exhausted. closed his eyes.

Time passes by one minute and one second, nine o'clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, eleven o'clock, twenty minutes, 25 minutes, when the hour hand points to eleven o'clock and the minute hand falls on 35 minutes, muster up your courage man turns on the TV again.

The flickering TV screen showed the Russian "Iceberg" skating center. The familiar melodious music on the ice made the man gasp. spin on the ice.

Whether it is spinning or jumping, the smart figure and the beautiful music make the man look at it with his eyes, and his fingers slide gently on the table unconsciously. The strong sense of rhythm makes the man's fingers on the table not bad completely in line with the melodious music.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces appeared on the ice one after another, until a Chinese athlete with black hair, black clothes and white collar slid out onto the ice after a burst of cheers, and the commentator appeared on the screen. The fingers sliding on the table froze for a moment.

Staring closely at the screen and looking at the fast-moving figure in the screen, after the first jump, there was an ear-splitting cheer from the TV, but the man who was staring at the screen frowned deeply. The heart that jumped and jumped as it slid slowly sank, and slowly retreated, sitting on the bed with fists in both hands, bending the lower jaw against the fist.

In just over four points of the game, the man's frown was never loosened. After the short commentary, the athlete's score appeared on the screen, which was 85.52 points. This score made the man froze.

The screen turned, and a man with grizzled temples and facial features still tensed even when facing the camera appeared on the screen. A face that only existed in memory and even dared not to flip it emerged appeared on the screen, making the man tremble violently and stretched out trembling. Touching the screen with his fingertips, when the familiar stiff words appeared in his ears, the coldness from his fingertips made the man's face instantly turn pale.

Immediately, "Gu Yang withstood the huge pressure and showed his own level. I feel very gratified. Gu Yang is only young, and it is Gu Yang's hard work to achieve such results at this age......., "

"Coach Ma Deming, Gu Yang only won 7 points in the team competition for the Chinese team. This result completely exceeded our expectations. I remember that eight years ago, 27-year-old Tao Wei once won a crucial 39 points for the Chinese figure skating team competition. ...."

Ma Deming's voice hadn't finished yet, and a burst of trouble rang out in the crowd. The direct attack and the sadness that flashed in Ma Deming's eyes clearly appeared on the screen. After a dead silence, "Tao Wei is a rare genius in a century, Tao Wei..."

The voice disappeared, and Ma Deming, who pushed away the crowd and staggered away, bent his straight back in an instant. The lonely back and the graying of the back of his head fell into the man's eyes, making the man tremble violently. Out-of-control floodgates swarmed out of his eyes.

Sitting slowly on the ground, covering his cheeks, whimpering roars sounded in the small room.