wipe the ice and fire

The music played and the game proceeded in an orderly manner.The young man on the ice rink was full of spirit, and his first jump was perfect, which won him a lot of applause.The teenager's confidence also soared, and he slid to the sidelines to start the second jump.

However, an accident happened.In just a few seconds, before everyone could react, there was a loud bang on the ice rink, and the young man's thin body fell to the baffle.

One second, two seconds, the figure did not move. ...

"Boom—" Luo Ming almost jumped out of the bed, a thin layer of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and all of it dripped into his eyes.The muscles in the shoulders and back began to ache again, like small needles pricking his sensitive and fragile nerves.

The ears also began to hurt, as if the enemy was yelling wantonly in the ears.

At three o'clock in the morning, the outside is gray and the city is still asleep.Luo Ming gritted his teeth, curled up and fell back on the bed stiffly, clutching the sheets and pillows tightly, enduring the pain and fear alone.

The pain was only temporary, and it was not as severe as when he first fell ill, but the suffocation-like fear and beating heart still kept him in a trance for a long time, and the pillow was soaked with sweat.

He had chatted with the coach and knew what kind of burden Du Qingshao was shouldering.The result of No.3 in the first stop means that he is very likely to attack the tickets to the finals. Under such pressure and expectations, his mentality is easy to deviate.

But now it seems that Luo Ming should be more worried about his state.

This disease is like this, once you start caring about something, it will try to take it away from you.It has taken away Luo Ming's proud dance for more than [-] years, and now he doesn't know which gap to get into.

The blurry image in the dream seemed to know who it was without saying anything. Although Luo Ming knew that these hints were unreliable, he still couldn't sleep anymore.It has been more than half an hour after he recovered completely, he put on a thick camel hair shawl, and walked out of bed with soft steps.

Sean didn't hear any movement in the house, and was still sleeping soundly in the dog pen outside the house.Luo Ming leaned over and rubbed its little head, clicked on the classical music playlist he often listened to at a very low volume, and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast to distract him.

But as the date of the competition approached, Luo Ming still couldn't escape the torment of insomnia, and he couldn't sleep for a few hours even with drugs to help him sleep, and his mood dropped a lot.

"Master, is he still going to watch that boy's game?" The butler has already taken care of everything, including the staff's admission pass.

Luo Ming leaned on the sofa, heard the words and slowly closed Shakespeare's book in his hand, rubbed the thick leather cover with his fingertips, and said lightly: "I won't go."

According to the way the two got along before, even if they went to him before the game, how many words could that guy listen to?Luo Ming knew his position in the other party's heart, so it was probably because he was acting affectionate and even nervous enough to fall ill.

Thinking of this, Luo Ming suddenly felt that the tea in his mouth was a little astringent.

It's just that he didn't know that there was indeed a little cub who was in desperate need of comfort on the ice rink.

Because of jet lag and inexplicable excitement, Du Qingshao didn't sleep well for two nights, and his pre-match training was not in a good state.

The Grand Prix has a total of six races, and the top six with the highest points will enter the finals.Judging from the completed competitions, there are currently only two players who have been confirmed to advance, and Du Qingshao is also on the list for the final round.

Before boarding the plane, he collected all the data and calculated the probability of the rest of the players advancing to the finals—yes, as long as they can stand on the podium of the French station, they can qualify for the finals.

However, this tournament was not friendly to him. Apart from his seniors, there were also two strong host players and opponents from other countries who should not be underestimated. There was almost no place for him.

Thinking of the shining world-class medal that was within reach, Du Qingshao still couldn't adjust his mentality in time.In the end, because of two jump mistakes, he only temporarily ranked seventh with 76.18 points.

What's worse, the arrogant little boy couldn't hold back and had a fierce fight with the coach, and ran down the street without looking back.

Luo Ming was surprised when he received Ye Feihong's call. After he clarified what happened and watched the replay of the game, he fell silent in front of the huge LCD TV screen at home.

"...Master?" The room was quiet for a long time before the housekeeper asked tentatively.

Luo Ming pressed his temples irritably, hesitated for a long time before making up his mind: "Prepare the car, I'll go see him."

Due to physical reasons, his driver's license was temporarily confiscated by the traffic bureau, and he could only rely on others to pick him up when he travels.Luo Ming doesn't like to bother people, no matter how many times he gets into the car, he doesn't feel as comfortable driving it by himself.

"Going to the gym?"

"Yeah." He took a light breath, opened the social software and tried to contact the worried guy, only to find that there were several unread messages in it.

It was all sent by Du Qingshao, and it should be the night when he first arrived in France. He reported that he was safe, and asked him how his little Keji was raising and where he lived.

And those few days happened to be the days when he suffered from insomnia and headaches.The persistent negative emotions almost tortured him into a useless person, it was difficult to participate in any social activities, and he instinctively avoided all news, including Du Qingshao's.

Looking at the screen now, my heart is inexplicably hot.Luo Ming bit his lower lip in embarrassment, and sent him a message.After waiting for a few minutes, the other party seemed to be offline.

He sighed, raised his head and said to the housekeeper, "He won't go too far, I'll just go find it myself."

"But young master, it's cold at night, you'd better not walk outside for too long."

Luo Ming didn't answer the call again, and asked to get off when the car drove near the gymnasium. Paris in November is not too cold, but it is foggy at night, and it looks a bit snowy at first glance.He buttoned up his thick double-breasted woolen coat, tugged on his scarf, and put on his gloves.

He walked a few steps along the bridge that he had to pass, and went to a place with a slightly wider view, trying to make a voice call with Du Qingshao.But the invitation was mercilessly hung up within a few seconds of sending it.

The whistling cold wind suited his mood, Luo Ming was flustered by the wind for a moment, and then dialed again unwillingly.

The prompt sounded for a few seconds, and finally reached the call interface.Before I could put it to my ear, I heard the little brat yelling in Chinese: "How many times have I told you, I'm just outside %￥*#@..."

The rest of the speech was too fast, and it was beyond the outline for Luo Ming.

He frowned slightly, and interrupted softly in English: "Du, I'm your choreography teacher."

"What?" Du Qingshao was stunned for a moment, as if he was checking the caller ID, and asked in English after a few seconds, "What are you doing?"

Luo Ming knew that he had just quarreled with the coach and was angry at the moment, so he didn't move Ye Feihong out, but said: "I watched your game broadcast, this score... I'm afraid you don't think it's good enough, so I'll give you a call .”

"Oh," the other party's attitude was very disdainful, "I don't need to comfort you, I am in a very good mood now, and there is no pressure for tomorrow's free skating."

Luo Ming's brows were furrowed even tighter, and he brought the topic to the point step by step: "Are you outside? I heard the car's horn."

"No, it's at the hotel." Du Qingshao lied, "I'll hang up if I'm fine..."

Before the words fell, the high-hanging indicator light jumped to red, and the vehicle parked safely in front of the zebra crossing, leaving space at the four-way intersection in the center of the street.Luo Ming subconsciously turned his head to look at the opposite side, and happened to meet a tall and thin figure.

Du Qingshao couldn't help being surprised as he clutched his phone.

Seeing that the green light on the sidewalk was still more than ten seconds away, Luo Ming quickened his pace and walked over, and the kid who was talking about running the train was caught.

He pressed the hang up button, put the phone in his pocket, and quickly realized: "Did that old man call and ask you to come and find me? F**k, I'm not a child!"

Luo Ming was noncommittal: "If you want to prove that you are an adult, don't do such childish things. You actually quarreled with the coach..."

"That's because he doesn't understand me at all." Du Qingshao interrupted, subdued the explosiveness just now, and put on an "adult" calm tone, "I am very serious during the competition, no athlete would take such a Joking about important games. But he insisted on calling me cocky and conceited."

He paused at this point.In the interview half a month ago, the words of vowing to hit the finals were still in my ears, but now that the short program has lost, this goal has almost come to naught.

Although Ye Feihong urged him not to go online to read other people's comments, but as a 13G net surfer, Du Qingshao could guess what netizens were saying with his ass.

"I'm still young and inexperienced and my mentality is unstable" and "waiting for the warmth of players from other countries" have already been calculated. There must be many people stabbing his heart with arrogant evaluations like Ye Feihong.

"Then how do you evaluate yourself?" Luo Ming's words pulled him back from his thoughts.

Du Qingshao looked up at the gray sky, and walked back to the hotel.After walking a few steps with his head buried, he clenched his fists and made up his mind to speak: "I'm not proud, I just... want to win too much."

Luo Ming followed him a few meters away. Hearing these words and looking at his thin back, he suddenly felt that this kid was not as naughty and rebellious as he remembered.

He walked a few steps faster and followed: "This way I can feel at ease. As an athlete, there are so many competitions, ups and downs..."

"Shut up, I remember telling you that I hate listening to others talking about chicken soup for the soul." Du Qingshao interrupted the conversation several times.Luo Ming had no choice but to rub his Adam's apple through the scarf.

His voice was very soft, and he hadn't had a good rest these days, so the standard English accent sounded a bit vague.After calming down, Du Qingshao quickly discovered the clue, and asked, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Luo Ming shook his head resolutely: "It's okay."

He was dubious: "Okay, I'm going back to the hotel, you should go to bed earlier."

"It's really all right." Luo Ming followed, "I'll take you back. I just want to correct some details about tomorrow's free skating."

"I know what you want to say." Du Qingshao returned to a casual tone, "In the China Cup, I skated high and forgot to listen to the music. I won't make this mistake a second time."

Luo Ming hummed, but still followed him with no intention of going back home.Du Qingshao glanced aside, acquiescing to his existence.

The wind was cold on the road, Luo Ming always buried himself in the soft cashmere fabric, wrapped tightly.When it came to the hotel where the competition was held, Du Qingshao finally couldn't help asking: "Security is strict during the competition, can you go in?"

"Don't worry." He unbuttoned his coat, pointed to the ID on his chest, and signaled him to go forward.Du Qingshao didn't know what was going on, and after swiping his card to enter, he turned to see Luo Ming talking to them in French, but the security guard nodded respectfully at him.

"?" A series of question marks suddenly popped up in his little head, and when Luo Ming walked in, he looked suspiciously up and down, but the other party seemed to know what he was looking at, and fastened his clothes pretending to be mysterious.

There is heating indoors in winter in Paris.The two took the elevator upstairs, and within a few steps Du Qingshao felt his back getting hot. He couldn't wait to open the door, and threw the knee-length thick down jacket on the bed, leaving only a thin layer of team uniform.

Luo Ming couldn't help but frown: "Why is your room so cold?"

"Oh, I turned off the heat." He pulled his collar to breathe, and said casually, "The average temperature is 5 degrees these days. Do you want to turn on the heat to roast suckling pig?"

Luo Ming raised his water-blue eyes to glance at him quietly, buried his nose in the cashmere scarf, and couldn't hold back for a while.

"Ah Choo—" a crisp voice sounded in the room.

"..." The corner of Du Qingshao's mouth twitched.

If Ye Feihong is an elder and a teacher to him, then facing this choreographer in his early twenties, he really has no feeling of learning from a teacher.

Obviously a troublesome ghost!

He rolled his eyes, went to the radiator and turned on the valve.Luo Ming thanked him as if he had been pardoned, and sat down cross-legged against the radiator exaggeratedly and obediently.

Du Qingshao was speechless again, looked down and glanced at the lanyard around his neck, driven by curiosity, he still couldn't hold back, squatted down and blocked Luo Ming in the corner.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't move." He raised his hand against the wall, picked up a corner of the document with his other hand, and examined it carefully.

The two were very close, and the sound of breathing intertwined, making Luo Ming's straight body tremble.

It was in French. Du Qingshao looked it up several times before he found a few words similar to English. He half-guessed: "Volunteer certificate?"

Luo Ming nodded.

Du Qingshao raised his eyebrows and saw the signature on his woolen coat, which was custom-made, and suddenly felt like a young master participating in Metamorphosis to experience life.

"You prepared these things a long time ago. Could it be to watch my game?" He flicked the plastic-covered ID in his hand provocatively, making a crisp sound.

"No," Luo Ming categorically denied it, and snatched the listing from him. "I know the sponsor of this competition...that's all."

Du Qingshao didn't believe it, he sneered, sat on the bed and looked at him: "Say something quickly."

"I want to show you the land version of the free skating." He moved his body, got up and took off his heavy coat, and loosened the suit tie that wrapped his Adam's apple.

Before Du Qingshao could react, he had already turned on the music and put the phone on the table.

The familiar sound of music poured out like spring water, and Luo Ming immediately started to move, reinterpreting the mental journey of a musical genius from anxiety to passion.

"I told you, this song is not just about his struggle against fate. Good music and performance can benefit the world and Fukuzawa generations." If you listen with your heart, if you don’t act with encouragement, you will never understand the deep meaning of it.”

Even if one mind is dual-purpose, those movements are still as natural as the body stretches, as if blended into the melody.The rare hair color sets him off like a fairy in a fairy tale book, even if he closes his hands and turns half a circle in front of his chest, there are crystal arcs swaying from the back of his hands to his hair.

After losing the game, he was in a different mood. Du Qingshao actually finished watching it seriously this time.

"Du, I know you don't like to listen to chicken soup for the soul, but there is something I must tell you." The music stopped, Luo Ming turned to look at him, and paused, "With your ability, you will surely break countless existing There is a record. So rather than failure, you have to learn to adapt to success."

His eyes are very calm, like the surface of a lake without waves, half-lit and half-dark hidden under the brow bone.

In an instant, his youthful arrogance, rhetoric, and his indignation and unwillingness to tear him to pieces...all his thoughts came flooding back.

Du Qingshao's eye sockets swelled unexpectedly.

He wasn't proud, he just wanted to win too much.But how to win, he still only has a vague idea.

Now, he seems to have heard another voice.He didn't want to disappoint Luo Ming, and he didn't want to disappoint this little golden retriever who braved the cold wind to see him.

The soft golden orange hair hangs on the top of the head, which looks easy to knead.Du Qingshao shook his head, stepped forward in a strange way, and raised his hand to cover his head.

"Hmm—" Luo Ming shrank his neck unexpectedly, but didn't dodge.

"Thank you." Du Qingshao sincerely thanked him, brushing his fingers over his soft hair, as if smoothing the fur of a dog, "To be honest, I just found out today that you are quite suitable for the role of a teacher."

"...Really?" The other party looked away, lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

Du Qingshao also lowered his head and raised his eyes, and asked, "With this card, can you come in and watch my game tomorrow?"

His shoulders trembled: "...you want me to come?"

"Well," his tone became loose again, "I'm not familiar with the place here, my parents are both working, except for the old man, you are the only one who can appreciate my heroic appearance. Maybe tomorrow will turn against the wind, I don't plan to Come to witness history?"

Luo Ming buried his head even lower, uncomfortably pulled off his tie, and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay." After a while, he finally gave an affirmative answer, "I'll come and see your game."