wipe the ice and fire

In fact, Du Qingshao knows very well that figure skating and music and dance have a deep relationship. Although artistic performance only accounts for a small part of the competition, it is indispensable to become a world-class athlete.

There were only two of them in the dance room, and Luo Ming had already seen through his own problems, so he kept his face down and learned a lot.

Ye Feihong said earlier that there is nothing Du Qingshao can't do well in life, only things he doesn't want to learn seriously.After correcting his attitude, he quickly mastered the technique of exerting force in dance movements, and he was able to follow the password to make each movement stretch and natural in just a few days.I was also very focused during the practice, no longer staring at the little beauty like a cat in the crotch.

"It's almost ready?" Du Qingshao interrupted his password when there were 10 minutes before the end of get out of class, "I have been practicing so hard in recent days, so I should be able to rest more."

Luo Ming raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, combined with his performance these days, he nodded in agreement.The little boy who got the permission immediately revived with full blood, swept away his tired eyes, took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, and called his dear student Xiaocheng to go online.

He went to the side to change his shoes and saw him sitting sprawled on the ground, talking and laughing with his mobile phone, but he didn't feel disgusted.

The boy in front of him was wearing short-sleeved shorts, and sports patches of different colors were pasted on his shoulders, knees and other joints.But in the process of getting along for more than a month, I never heard him yell that it hurts.There seems to be infinite energy in that thin body, which can make the monotonous life day after day so fulfilling.

Even a little envious.Luo Ming quietly waited for him to finish the game, then poked the floor with the pointer: "Get up."

He clicked his tongue indifferently, got up and changed his shoes, and walked to the big mirror in the dance room.The accompaniment he learned in the past few days was the popular music "goodtime". Luo Ming had already shown him the numbered notation and taught him the decomposition movements.

"I'll take you through the dance first, and then practice with the music." Luo Ming walked up to him and pressed the play button on the remote control.

The joyful and easy music played, and with the lazy voice of the lead singer, it seemed as if a group of people could run on the golden fallen leaf avenue to welcome the carnival party ahead.Du Qingshao recalled the main point of what he said before in his mind, while watching Luo Ming dance, trying to catch up with the beat.

Just looking at his slender and well-proportioned figure, Luo Ming is indeed a dancer who is rewarded by God.Even casually brushing hair and stroking Adam's apple reveals a charming nature.

But he never smiled, and danced the whole dance with his eyes closed and expressionless.

Looking at the silly look of the little golden retriever in the mirror, Du Qingshao really couldn't figure out what he was intoxicated with.At the end of the song, I asked with disgust: "Are you really a dance artist? Such a cheerful song, I think you can fall asleep dancing!"

"Teaching you to dance is mainly to open up your body. Every performer has a different understanding of music and emotions, just express your own ideas." He wiped his sweat with a towel, drank a few sips of water, and said , "The song I picked is similar to the style of your short program. When practicing, you can think about the game, such as how to smile and convey emotions when facing the referee's seat."

"What's the use of smiling at them?" Du Qingshao rolled his eyes in disdain, "This is competitive sports, not a talent show." But after finishing speaking, he still looked into the mirror.

The boy has the cleanliness and publicity that a 17-year-old boy should have, as well as the sharpness and perseverance honed through long-term training.Du Qingshao lifted the bangs on his forehead, made a chic big back, threw a few winks at the mirror, and couldn't help feeling: "If figure skating depends on appearance, I will be the world champion if I stand on the ice rink. "

Luo Ming sat beside him to rest, and saw him dangling in front of the mirror, buried his face in the towel, secretly raised the corners of his mouth, and played a song to end his narcissistic behavior.

Hearing the music, he started dancing on his own again.After more than a month of study, he did receive some inspiration, and his movements gradually showed the strength of retracting and retracting, and his posture became much softer.In addition to the rhythm, it is still a bit strenuous. After learning a dance for four or five days, the degree of completion is already very good.

Luo Ming saw it all, and was about to go over to help him correct his movements, when there was a loud noise of pushing and shoving outside the room.The two looked for the sound at the same time, and the glass window at the door was crowded with people at some point.

Seeing the familiar sand sculpture teammates, Du Qingshao was startled, couldn't help swearing, and angrily went to open the door: "When did you come here? How long have you been peeping?"

"I didn't expect you to be taught so obediently by this foreign teacher." The men's singles veteran Ma Jiabo answered irrelevantly, but his tone was full of the old father's doting, "Yes, raise the p score, and the future can be expected, little brat."

He only heard the first half of the sentence, and said angrily: "It's not that he taught me to obey, it's just that I want to improve my ability."

Shi Jingcheng's face turned red from laughing.Qi Yue squeezed in from the side, and said sourly: "You don't know how to be blessed when you are blessed. I told the coach before that I wanted to join your dance class, but he didn't approve, and I don't know what you two are doing in it."

"What else can you do, dance!" Du Qingshao retorted.

But she handed over a small sky blue gift box to herself, and said, "This is a gift I prepared for him, give it to him for me."

"You are his loyal fan, why don't you go there yourself?" He wondered.

"You know him well," Qi Yue urged dissatisfiedly, "It's just to help deliver something, don't shirk, the mission will be fulfilled."

"Okay, okay." He took the gift box, turned around and closed the door heavily, and drew the curtains by the way, keeping those guys out of the door.

After walking back, he stuffed the gift box into Luo Ming's hand: "This is a gift from that girl."

Luo Ming was inexplicably stuffed with a gift, and raised his hand suspiciously. Unexpectedly, the sleeve slipped halfway up, revealing a large cyan mark on the back of his hand.Du Qingshao keenly noticed the strangeness, and asked curiously, "What happened to your hand?"

When he looked down, he was in a mess in an instant, and hastily covered the back of his right hand.But it was in vain, the wound could be seen with the other hand, and he looked extremely embarrassed when his sleeve was pulled.

Du Qingshao took a few steps forward and grabbed his hand—only when he looked closely could he find the needle holes arranged in an orderly manner along the stalked veins. They were small red spots left after the needle holes healed, as if he had been hospitalized for a long time of patients.Perhaps because of too many infusions, there was a large bruise that did not fade away.There are small pimples of liquid foundation around, more than half of which have been wiped off by sweating just now, and are more obvious on the back of the white hands.

"I'll go, this kind of bruise will fade away after you cover it with a hot water bottle for a few days. Are you afraid of wound infection if you put some powder on it?"...

The sudden exposure to other people's sight also sharply stimulated his nerves.Luo Ming couldn't react for a while, his breathing became short, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

The metal pointer fell to the ground.

Du Qingshao was also taken aback, thinking that this little ancestor was really troublesome, and helped him to sit back.

Thoughts flooded in like a beast, Luo Ming buried his head in his arms in a daze, his body still trembling uncontrollably.Suddenly, the wrist was held again, and then there was a delicate coolness on the back of the hand.He raised his head, his vision was still a little blurry, he took a few breaths with difficulty, and it took him a while to get used to the environment in the room again.

Du Qingshao unexpectedly found a bottle of alcohol cotton, grabbed his hand and patiently wiped off the liquid foundation, then tore off a wider band-aid and pasted it on the wound.After a few minutes, the original abrupt brown color gradually became similar to the skin color of the back of the hand, perfectly covering the bruises.

He blinked in surprise.

"This kind of bandage will change according to the skin color of different people. When I was a child, I was injured when I was training and fell. My dad gave it to me." Xiaodu, the Dingdang cat, took out a whole pack from his schoolbag and threw it over.

He picked it up and checked the unfamiliar package repeatedly, and asked in a low voice, "...Give it to me?"

"uh-huh," the other party pretended to be indifferent, "it's my bad luck to meet a timid and troubled guy like you."

After hearing this, his face was hot, but his strength had not yet recovered, and it took a lot of effort to stand up from the ground while supporting the crossbar: "Sorry, I fell ill not long ago, and my body...has not fully recovered."

"Then you should be lying at home, why did you cross half the world to be my teacher?" Du Qingshao looked disgusted, looked at the phone calendar again, and said lightly, "Forget it, anyway, you will leave next week It's over. Get a good rest after you go back, and don't run around causing trouble to others."

After speaking, he remembered the gift box again, picked it up and handed it to Luo Ming: "This is a gift from your little fan."

"?" His reaction was half a beat slow.

Du Qingshao was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he put it in his hand, packed his schoolbag and prepared to go back to his room to rest.When I reached the door, I found that he hadn't followed, so I turned back and said, "Let me see what she gave you."

Luo Ming didn't have the habit of opening presents face to face, so he hesitated for a moment before handing over the box.Du Qingshao opened it and saw a silver petal pendant inlaid with amber diamonds lying on the black silk and satin, which seemed expensive.

"what is this flower?"

He leaned over and took a look: "It should be the pheasant-eyed narcissus. It is said that it is my birth flower, and it was given to me by fans before."

"Then you should like it very much." Du Qingshao sourly clicked his tongue.

But he lowered his head, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said shyly: "To be honest, the things you gave are still practical."

But those gifts have become burdens and shackles, always reminding him where he should belong.

Du Qingshao was noncommittal, returned the gift box to him, turned around and urged: "Aren't you afraid of the dark? The coach asked me to lock the door. If you don't want to go out alone in the dark, you should hurry up and take care of your things." He also wanted to call before the lights were turned off. It's a game.