wipe the ice and fire

Ye Feihong brought his daughter Xiaoxue to the ice rink before training started.The little girl is five years old this year. She has fair skin, dark eyes, and sparse natural curly hair tied into a ponytail dangling behind her head. Among a group of professional athletes, her cautious appearance is really conspicuous.

Du Qingshao was almost growing hairy in the club, and every time he saw her, he would be the first to rush forward to suck the baby, and Xiaoxue was also the most clingy to him.

"Hold on to my brother's clothes, and I will take you to drive the train." Dragging the little girl on the ice rink for a few laps, the extremely high sliding speed seemed to open the door to a new world for her.Xiaoxue clenched his clothes tightly, her heart was beating wildly, but she couldn't stop her laughter.

Shi Jingcheng saw it itchy, and shouted at him: "How can you monopolize our little princess?"

"She stuck it up by herself." Du Qingshao raised his eyebrows triumphantly, squatted down/body rubbed her head, "Right, tell him who you like the most among so many younger brothers?"

Xiaoxue really obediently followed his fingers to scan the entire ice rink, her eyes touched Luo Ming, who had just arrived outside the rink, and immediately raised her little hand and said happily: "Crooked nuts! Golden fluffy crooked nuts!"

Before Du Qingshao could react, she let go of her hand and slid over crookedly.It's a pity that he couldn't control his strength and fell to Luo Ming's feet with a plop.

He reflexively took half a step back, obviously defenseless against this human cub that suddenly appeared.

Du Qingshao clicked his tongue, stepped forward to help her up, and helped to dust off the ice crumbs from her body.Xiaoxue was still muttering about the golden retriever, so he asked, "Do you like this golden retriever the most?"

The little girl responded in a childish voice, "Yeah!"

He shook his head helplessly, picked up the child with his arms in his arms, held it up to Luo Ming's eyes, and introduced angrily: "He is brother's teacher, you should call him uncle, uncle."

"He's obviously a pretty big brother!" Xiaoxue retorted, reaching out her round hand to grab Luo Ming's golden-orange hair, catching him off guard.

Seeing this, Du Qingshao changed into English and said, "Can't you just laugh? Children will be sad."

Only then did he bend down cooperatively, and lightly pursed his lower lip.The little beauty's smile is more pleasing to the eye, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, and the originally cold eyes are unconsciously more humane.The little girl looked at him, smiling so hard that her eyes almost narrowed into slits.

After hugging for a few minutes, Du Qingshao felt a little tired, so he returned the child to the coach and stretched his back muscles.Ye Feihong asked his wife to take his daughter home first, and touched his head like a baby while changing shoes and removing protective gear in the rest area.

Luo Ming's attention shifted from the little girl to this warm family of three, he sniffed lightly, put his arms around his shoulders, and began to lose his mind looking at the cold ice.

"What are you thinking about?" Du Qingshao asked lazily. Seeing that the tip of his nose was red, he thought that his nose had frozen on the ice, so he took out a few crumpled napkins from his pocket and handed them over.

He politely declined, couldn't help but look outside the court, and sighed softly, "She's so happy."

"Nonsense, she is the little princess we watched growing up. Ye Feihong is such a fierce person, and he has never scolded her." Du Qingshao answered in a puzzled manner.

"Do you... like children very much?" Luo Ming raised his head.

"Children are so cute, why don't you like them?" He shrugged his shoulders, "I still hope that in the future, I will give birth to twins and let them learn pair skating."

Luo Ming was silent when he heard the words, sighed softly, slid to the baffle with his waist, and picked up a notebook.Du Qingshao thought he was looking at tips about teaching, so he leaned over to take a look, and found that it was in very delicate italics, but there were many strange hooks and dots, which were not in English.

"Is this French?" He frowned. "Teaching content?"

Luo Ming hummed, and Du Qingshao asked him to translate for him again.

"No need," he closed his notes, "this is just an outline, I will elaborate on the specific issues."

Du Qingshao was obviously dissatisfied with this answer. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that it is definitely not a good thing not to show to others!This foreign little golden retriever is definitely relying on his own lack of learning a foreign language, secretly writing a small composition in his mother tongue to curse people, and writing so scribbled that translation software can't recognize it.Damn it, it's really hateful!

Luo Ming caught his aggrieved expression, frowned strangely, took out the pointer and lightly touched his back: "Start."

After speaking, he took out his tablet computer and showed him two schematic diagrams of successive steps.After talking about the idea of ​​choreography, he handed Du Qingshao a Bluetooth headset and switched to another interface.This is a relatively advanced music production software. With the most straightforward ripple, Luo Ming patiently analyzed and explained the trend of the whole piece.

"I recorded all the content I just said, and I will send the video to you later. If you are interested, you can also try to download this software and play it yourself."

This time he didn't use a professional term, but replaced it with the most common adjective, making it easy to understand.After listening to it, Du Qingshao turned back the progress bar and read it several times. Thinking of the version he danced in the classroom last night, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment: "So those three high-fives were for fun?"

"Yes," he nodded in affirmation, "I was just about to tell you that because this song has a fast rhythm, I was worried that you would be too excited to catch the beat, so I specially added three accent marks."

I always listened to him play classical music before, but I didn't expect such a modern teaching method.Du Qingshao couldn't help boasting casually: "You know a lot."

Luo Ming coughed lightly when he heard the words: "Du, I'm only five years older than you, don't treat me like an antique."

"22 years old is already middle-aged men's singles for us figure skaters, it's not too much to call you uncle." He answered half-jokingly, "Let's go on the ice."

Luo Ming nodded and stretched the pointer.Although he came to class today regardless of previous suspicions, Du Qingshao could still feel that the pointer in his hand seemed to be half a meter longer than before.There are still so many teammates on the ice rink, seeing the exaggerated "distance teaching" mode of the two, they laughed mercilessly.

"Hey!" He couldn't help shouting at him, "Why did you run so far? People really think I'm molesting you."

"The clean is clear. I will return to France right away. After I leave, these rumors will dissipate." Luo Ming put away the pointer and glanced at him. His voice was neither happy nor angry, and ordered, "Continue."

Although I was unhappy in my heart, after more than half a month of running-in, the two of them had already developed a lot of tacit understanding without knowing it.This song has a strong sense of rhythm, a very strong storyline and emotional orientation, and it is easier to teach.Luo Ming took him to skate two or three times, and basically remembered it.

Du Qingshao had a great sense of accomplishment, took a few sips of drinks during the break, recalled the dance moves in his mind, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Then you still teach me how to dance?"

"What Mr. Ye entrusted will still be completed as much as possible."

He curled his lips irritably: "Was the one you danced yesterday a jazz dance? I want you to teach this, don't practice Batman's soup all day long, I'm so hungry."

Luo Ming frowned, and was preempted by him: "I don't care, you are my dance enlightenment teacher. Enlightenment, the most important thing is to make students like to dance, not how much talent you have. In our Chinese language, It’s called teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.”

After a pause, he said again: "And you danced very well yesterday, giving people a special feeling."

Luo Ming's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked, "Really?"

Du Qingshao nodded, just wanting to fool him into teaching himself how to dance jazz. Somehow, Wen Quxing possessed him and let out a rainbow fart: "It feels like opening my heart and embracing music with my body, as enthusiastic and brave as a lion on the grassland , leading its subjects to victory."

Look, this is the English proficiency and literary attainments of Chinese high school students facing the world in the 21st century!As soon as these words came out, even a little fairy like Luo Ming, who was used to hearing compliments from fans, was overwhelmed by the praise.

He only learns jazz dance to open up his body better. He is far inferior to ballet in professionalism, but it is more than enough to be the first teacher for the kid.In the end, the two took a step back, and Luo Ming set aside half of the original dance practice time to teach him modern dance.

Taking this opportunity, Luo Ming also trained his ability to perceive music.I specially chose popular songs with a particularly strong sense of rhythm as the accompaniment. First, I used music scores and visualization software to teach him to read scores and listen to accents. I don’t know where to get a mechanical metronome.

When it comes to music theory knowledge, Du Qingshao instinctively starts to reject it, and starts to snap his fingers and doze off when he listens to it.But what Luo Ming lacked most was patience. Every time he noticed that his mind was wandering, he would lightly tap his head with the pointer, waiting for him to return to his thoughts reluctantly and continue teaching.

Knowing that Du Qingshao was a science student, he tried to use mathematical language to explain the knowledge of music theory, and drew a bunch of formulas and sine curves of periodic frequency.Sure enough, the bold attempt quickly attracted the little boy's attention.He didn't expect that Luo Ming, a ballet dancer, would have so many miscellaneous and strange knowledge. Although he yawned one after another, he actually memorized it all in his heart.

Even though he was born with a bad sense of music, he has participated in official competitions for five years. He subconsciously felt that he used the metronome to count while playing, and gradually mastered the rhythm of the basic unit.Luo Ming played a few relatively simple pieces of music, and he was able to keep up with the sound of the piano for several measures.

"It's not very good." Luo Ming closed the piano cover and turned to face him.

He curled his lips: "But I still can't hear the complicated tune."

"You don't need to have the talent of a musician. I teach you just so that you don't resist it." Luo Ming walked up to him, "As you said, I'm just the first teacher. If you think it's necessary, you can ask for it later. Others help you train systematically."

"Impossible! Even if I give 1000 billion, I can't sing in front of others anymore!" Thinking of the bastard music teacher and those stinky classmates in elementary school, he was so angry that he slammed the floor and made a loud bang.

Luo Ming was so frightened that he took a few steps back and quickly changed the subject: "...then I'll start teaching you how to dance."

"Don't change the subject," Du Qingshao got up from the ground, grabbed his collar and forced him to look at him, and warned, "If you let me know that you are secretly laughing at me or talking nonsense about this matter to others Even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will not let you go."

Luo Ming's eyelashes trembled, and he shook his head repeatedly: "I'm not that kind of person."

"Who knows what kind of person you are?" Du Qingshao stared rudely at his left chest for a long time, and added the second half of the sentence in a low voice in Chinese, "Unless you are my person."

But how is it possible?

He, Du Qingshao - a skating machine without emotion, nothing else makes his heart beat so fast except the game.