wipe the ice and fire

We talked on the phone without any seriousness, and the atmosphere when we met today was a little delicate.Du Qingshao felt that he had said nothing wrong, but somehow Luo Ming had a small pointer in his hand, and stood on the sidelines to talk to Old Man Ye.

His face suddenly sank, and he felt that these two people were plotting something good behind his back.

Soon, Ye Feihong turned around and explained to him, saying that Luo Ming would help him figure out the details of the dance moves in the next few days, and start short program arrangement next week, and asked him if he would like to practice dance with the teacher after class to improve his sense of rhythm.

"I won't do it!" He immediately frowned when he heard something related to music, and kicked the footboard angrily, "You know I hate this kind of thing and still force it?"

"If you want to get results, it's impossible to train according to your preferences." Ye Feihong knocked his head, "This matter is not discussed, even for P points, you still have to learn."

Hearing that thing made him even more upset, rolled his eyes upside down for a few seconds before slipping onto the ice, and yelled at Luo Ming angrily.

"Du," he raised his head in response, looking over calmly with ice-blue eyes, "I was touched a lot by what you said yesterday. Indeed, no matter what happened before, ballet will be my life's career. So I also want to Bringing my love of dance to you."

As soon as these words came out, Du Qingshao immediately understood the reason of the matter.Co-author Little Golden Retriever didn't say anything, but kept the grudge in his heart!If he had known earlier that he would not have gone to the airport to block people back, he was so angry that his heart hurt, and he took several deep breaths with regret.

After Luo Ming said this, he lowered his head and played with the pointer in his hand, turned the knob on the back, pulled out a half-meter-long steel pipe, and weighed it a few times in his hand: "Let's start."

Du Qingshao's memory has always been good, and he memorized the entire choreography after a few days of practice.In addition, Luo Ming deliberately helped him train the accent marks, the completion of the first half is already very impressive.

Moreover, Luo Ming discovered that as long as there is no one blocking his skating track, he will choose to add jumps and spins on this ice that is not too empty or crowded, and skate as if it were a competition.

The ice skates slashed across the accent with a metallic texture, and the teeth of the blades touched the ice surface. Along with the young man's slender body, a large amount of ice mist was raised, which was folded crystal clear by the light.

Both 4T and 3Lz landed successfully.Although it was not the most difficult jump, it still attracted the attention of the audience.When the ice fell, ice flowers splashed again, and the light white and black training clothes matched, like opened petals wrapping him in the world of ice and snow.Du Qingshao took advantage of the situation and lowered his center of gravity, leaned his body and slid out with the big deep blade, and spread his upper arms in tune with the music.

I have to admit that in a relatively relaxed state, his jumping skills are much more mature than those of his peers, and watching his movements is also a visual pleasure.

But as time went by, my physical strength was gradually exhausted. As soon as I entered the climax of the second half, the problem came out immediately-the control of the floating legs was unstable, and the dance movements of the hands rushed to shoot, which was very hasty and sloppy.

"Stop." Luo Ming called to stop him, "Do you feel tired after skating here?"

Supporting his back with one hand, he pulled his collar to calm himself down, then raised his neck and denied it: "I'm not tired, it's fine to do another quadruple jump!"

Luo Ming's face darkened when he heard this, and he poked his calf heavily with the pointer: "I hope to hear your most honest feedback."

He almost lost his footing, staggered and slid along the ice surface for a short distance, and slipped back to Luo Ming with his hips crossed unwillingly: "Okay, I'm a little tired. But there are still four months until the official competition, so the physical strength is sure." can improve."

"It's not just a matter of physical strength." Luo Ming retracted the pointer, "Maybe... I also lack in choreography."

The little brat, who was already dizzy, almost blurted out the curse words when he heard it.

"There are generally two ways to express the climax of music, relying on tight arrangement or relying on the superb performance of the players to leave blank processing." Luo Ming explained to him sincerely and patiently, "At first I didn't know you well enough, but overall, I am more assured of your state in the second half, so I want to make a slight change."

He had thought about it for a long time before speaking just a few words. On the one hand, he hoped that the other party would realize the problem, and on the other hand, he wanted to protect the kid's self-esteem, and not put too much pressure on him in terms of Hele.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Du Qingshao's expression softened a lot, he went to the sidelines to drink some water, and then came back from a stroll, and continued to polish the details of the choreography with him.After about an hour of practice, a more mature and suitable arrangement has taken shape, and today's training is coming to an end.

Feeling that it was almost done, Luo Ming casually asked about the intention of participating in the costume (costume).Du Qingshao has grown about one centimeter since last season. The original set of clothes is more than enough, but after being promoted to the group, he still wears the Kosten from his childhood, which looks rather shabby.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "It depends on the coach's arrangement. I don't have any special thoughts on this."

"Then is it convenient for you to show me your clothes from previous competitions?" Luo Ming asked him.

Du Qingshao raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you still design Kausten?"

"No, I just want to take a closer look at the designs that accompany you in battle and are full of honor."

The good words made Du Qingshao's brain instantly hot, remembering that he was forced by Old Man Ye to clean the room a few days ago, and the room was also very clean and tidy, so he waved his hand and greeted Luo Ming happily to pass.

Walking out of the training hall, only to find that it was pouring rain outside.Du Qingshao took him back to the dormitory from the long corridor sheltered from the rain, but the rain still splashed a lot on the side of the road.He shrugged his shoulders, seemingly cautiously.

Finally reaching the dormitory building, Luo Ming lightly brushed the raindrops off his body, and followed him into the room.The room is not too big, similar to the single room configuration of some European and American universities, and there is a separate bathroom.

The windows were not closed tightly, and a muddy wind squeezed in.Luo Ming shrank his neck subconsciously.

Du Qingshao didn't realize that the little golden retriever behind him was afraid of the cold, so he turned on the headlights on the roof, and at the first sight he realized that he forgot to make the bed, and the quilt was twisted in the bed like a maggot, so he rushed forward and threw It was folded into dried stinky tofu and thrown on the bedside.

Before joining the national team, he was still a player at his own expense, and his family had no money to hire someone to make gorgeous designs. The simplest and most elegant Kausten was a suit, so that later he formed a fixed aesthetic.From national to international competitions, showy pink, light yellow, water green... This set of small suits has been spelled out like a rainbow by him.

"Pretty, isn't it?" He flaunted it inexplicably.

Luo Ming glanced at it, felt it was funny and helpless, so he could only agree with him that it was indeed very colourful.

"This is the suit from last year's free skating, right?" He picked out the little white goose from the rainbow. "Actually, there were no suits in that era, and the design was a bit out of touch."

"So what was Beethoven wearing at the time, something like a court musician's costume?"

Luo Ming was noncommittal, thinking that maybe he could learn from the design of his own ballet costume, and asked, "What are your plans for the short program?"

"It's simple, just follow the color of the lion." Du Qingshao turned around and sat on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed.As soon as the words fell, what popped into my mind was a suit of blinding leopard print sequins.

"Then it's time to add feathers." He raised the little white goose in his hand and said half-jokingly, "Du, don't shed any more feathers when you get promoted to the adult group."

"Damn!" Du Qingshao's reaction was two beats slow, and he bounced from the bed to his eyes, snatched the clothes from his hand, and rolled his eyes.Amused by his reaction, Luo Ming pursed his lips slightly.

He saw everything in his eyes, and when he was about to raise his neck to speak, there was a sudden click, the whole room was plunged into darkness, and the curse words were stuck in his mouth.

"Did the power go off?" He took a few steps back, pressed his back against the closet by feeling, breathing slightly short of breath.

The other party didn't take it seriously, shrugged and said, "The power supply here in the dormitory is not stable, it always stops two or three times a month, it's normal."

For some reason, his heart beat faster, and he fumbled for the cell phone in his pocket. Just as he was about to turn on the light, a flash of lightning suddenly fell outside the window, followed by thunder rolling in and splitting in his ears.

"Boom—" The mobile phone I just took out was also thrown out, and fell to the ground in response.The darkness magnified the sudden sound. He was so frightened that he didn't even hold the phone. His mind went blank. He whispered something in his mother tongue, squatted down with his shoulders in his arms, and shivered in the corner of the wall.

"I'll go!" Du Qingshao was frightened by his exaggerated reaction, went to the window to close the gap, and drew the curtains, "How old are you? How old are you afraid of thunder?"

The room was completely plunged into unreasonable darkness, Luo Ming didn't speak, only the sound of cramped breathing remained.

"You made me laugh at my hair loss just now! Is it retribution now?" Du Qingshao knelt on his shoulder, intending to go outside to have a look, but the moment he turned around, someone grabbed his trouser leg , almost tripped.

"Don't go..." Luo Ming begged him in a mosquito-like voice.

You may not be able to imagine that the 1.8-meter adult male who was alive just now shrunk himself into a ball of fur, begging for help not to leave.

Du Qingshao was dumbfounded, and cursed in surprise.The trousers were still being grabbed, so he had no choice but to send a message to the coach to explain the situation, while thinking about how to get rid of this clingy little golden retriever.

"Hey," he stretched his ankle, "are you afraid of the dark?"

"It's just that I was scared just now." The little golden retriever buried his head and hesitated, holding his hand but still trembling.

Du Qingshao never dreamed that he would meet such an ancestor, leaned over and opened his fingers: "Let go, I'll find you a candle."

Only then did Luo Ming let him go.With a flashlight on, he went to the plastic storage box in the corner and rummaged for a while, then returned to the desk with the thing.

With a sound of rubbing, the match burst out with dazzling golden fireworks. He carefully straightened the candle wick, and the room was lit up with a warm glow, and a rose scent was faintly permeating.

Luo Ming followed the light and found that it was a pure white candle engraved with golden rose branches and leaves.

"Don't get me wrong, this is a gift from a fan on my birthday." He could not explain emotionally, but couldn't help but sigh, "It still has a scent. The little girl is so romantic, she must have been secretly in love with me for many years."

After speaking, the room fell into silence again. Du Qingshao quietly looked at the reaction of the little golden retriever. Seeing that his expression was a little more natural, he put Kausten away, picked up his mobile phone and started playing games.

The rough sound of heavy rain hitting the window could still be heard behind me, but the flame burned down the wick and hit the thin layer of wax underneath, instantly lighting up the room.Luo Ming squeezed the small medicine bottle in his pocket, never leaving his eyes from the beam of light.After a long time, the tense nerves finally relaxed, he got up from the ground with support, and carefully stretched out his hand to envelop the flame of the candle.

The light and heat made him feel extremely safe.

"Sorry, I lost my composure just now."

"Xiaocheng, there are people at four o'clock, please pay attention." Du Qingshao was playing games with headphones on, and he couldn't hear his mosquito calls at all.Luo Ming sighed helplessly, and followed the candlelight to glance at the desk furnishings, his eyes touched the knife in the pen holder, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

It was a small knife with a simple design, a wooden handle and a silver blade.The blade that was originally shining with cold light was also sharpened by the candlelight, and now it exudes a warm metallic luster.

His eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but want to reach out for it, but someone slapped the back of his hand suddenly - Du Qingshao stood beside him at some point, and he seemed to have finished playing a game.

"Don't touch it, it's a souvenir from a foreign friend of mine at the World Youth Championship." He curled his lips dissatisfied.

"Sorry," Luo Ming bowed politely and repeated, "I lost my composure just now, please excuse me."

Du Qingshao raised his brows, heheed disdainfully, and did not hide the sarcasm at all: "You know it yourself? This is the first time I have met a student comforting the teacher. A three-year-old child is more courageous than you."

He bowed his head in embarrassment: "But I still want to thank you..."

"Okay, okay," the other party rushed to interrupt, "It shouldn't be too long, just wait for the call and leave, don't disturb me playing games."

"No, I can leave now." He picked up the phone by candlelight, thanked him again, turned on the flashlight and walked outside the house.

Hearing the door was closed, Du Qingshao weighed the metal knife in his hand, and thoughtfully put it back into the pen holder.