wipe the ice and fire

The father and son only met briefly.Knowing that his son had just recovered from a serious illness, Du Junjie walked back to the hotel with them when he saw that it was almost time.Before he left, Dad thought of him, said a few words of encouragement, then turned around and whispered to Luo Ming, as if he was his real son.

Du Qingshao was left hanging by the side, his face darkened.

However, in his impression, parents are indeed people who are stingy with words, and they always praise him as soon as possible.Even though he was a child of other people's family since he was a child, they could always find ways to beat him.

When he returned to his hometown after transferring to another school, the old man doted on him in every possible way, because he couldn't bear him to endure hardship, and there was a huge quarrel over the matter of skating.After coming and going, Du Qingshao developed a strong and rebellious character. Even an experienced coach like Ye Feihong couldn't deal with him.

So when he heard that Luo Ming had smoothed his son several times, Du Junjie became very interested in this polite foreign teacher.

"Have you said enough?" Du Qingshao finally couldn't help but walked between the two, sent his father away impatiently, pulled Luo Ming into the hotel lobby, and asked, "What did he tell you?" ?”

"It's just something about your childhood." He answered truthfully.

After hearing this, Du Qingshao felt a chill behind his back: "He won't even tell you about my playing claw machine and writing a diary?"

"...Now I know." Luo Ming turned to him indifferently, and suddenly made a cold joke.But Du Qingshao didn't find it funny at all, and waved at him irritably: "I'm going back to my room to rest, you should have somewhere to go, right?"

Didn't even quarrel?Luo Ming was slightly stunned, before he could ask the question, he had already walked into the elevator room without looking back.

After returning to the room, he took a shower first, and lay down comfortably on the bed, but he was sleepless at all.Staring aimlessly at the ceiling for a while, he took out the medal from his pocket and held it up high to the light overhead.

The silhouette of the Alps fell in the corner of his eyes, casting a transparent halo.

Many repressed thoughts also flowed through his mind like spring water when the snow mountain melted: he remembered the details of getting along with his parents, and seemed to begin to understand their special education methods; he remembered Ma Jiabo's injury, from 18 to 26 years old, that The guy struggled for eight years before waiting for the next person to succeed him; he remembered the expectations of ice fans for him, said that his game style was calm, called him the hope of the whole village, and discussed whether he could become the next The myth of the Grand Slam.

Everyone is waiting for him to grow up, to become a mature adult, an excellent athlete.But when he really had to face all this, he felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

He got up from the bed and turned around in the small room a few times, trying to get familiar with the movements of tomorrow's performance.But because of the fever before the game and the long time, I didn't practice much in this program, and I couldn't catch up with the music.He sat down and listened to the music a few times, but became more irritable, and directly opened the game to let himself go.I didn't expect to use a foreign website to log into the international server with great difficulty. I haven't played for half a year, and the feeling is so bad. It will be completely cold within a few minutes, and my head will hurt even more.

"Damn." Du Qingshao cursed and threw the phone on the bed irritably, thinking that maybe he should find time to talk to his senior about this topic.Unexpectedly, the phone seemed to know what he was thinking, and it beeped automatically.

He picked it up, glanced at it, and made a note—the nasty little golden retriever.

[Let's meet alone after the social dinner tomorrow. ]

"?" He lay on his side on the bed, and slowly tapped the phone case with his index finger. The dazzling light reflected the complicated emotions between his eyebrows and eyes, and he sighed helplessly for a while.

It is estimated that the other party has seen through his mind.Du Qingshao thought, after the meeting, Luo Ming would definitely pour himself a few bowls of poisonous chicken soup, so he might as well digest it slowly.After rolling on the bed for more than half an hour, he finally fell asleep with his head covered because he was still unable to overcome his sick body.

But he still overestimated his ability to withstand pressure. Halfway through the performance on the second day, he suddenly got stuck in his brain and forgot how to skate in the second half of the footwork.Fortunately, he reacted fairly quickly. He chose a section from this season's short program, played it on the spot, and got away with it.

Of course, this improvised program couldn't fool the coach at all, Ye Feihong dragged him into the waiting room and scolded him right after the show, saying words that hurt his ears.

Du Qingshao actually dislikes the post-match summary, because he will reflect on himself after each game.I felt uncomfortable at first, but it really hurt my self-esteem to hear that the same problem was pulled out and executed publicly again.So every time he faced the coach's poisonous chicken soup, he chose to "don't listen or listen, just chant the scriptures".

And right now, all he wanted was to find a quiet place to hang out, and then open up and eat a good meal at a social dinner.Put on a custom-made suit, spray some hairspray to make a concave shape, eat and drink, and have no worries. The life of Peppa Pig is so simple.

The atmosphere of the social dinner was very relaxed. The athletes changed their looks on the field and changed into suits and evening gowns to become handsome men and beautiful women. Instead, it looked like a large party in the entertainment industry.The band played a relaxing serenade, the lighting also changed unpredictable from gold to dark blue, and there were several couples of ice dancers on the dance floor dancing ballroom dance tacitly, embellishing the whole venue in a dreamy way.

According to the usual practice, both Qi Yue and Ma Jiabo will broadcast live. Du Qingshao doesn't care about singing and dancing, he just wants to feed himself first.I have to say that Europe is indeed a paradise for foodies. A bowl of veal that looks simple is full of color, fragrance, and rich aroma of milk and wine, but it is not greasy at all.

While Qi Yue was interacting enthusiastically with the ice fans, Xiao Du, who was frantically sweeping across the plate, had already aimed at a bite of untouched beef on her plate.

"Sister Qi Yue, don't you want to eat?"

"Well, I ate some biscuits before I came, and I'm not very hungry now."

"Then I won't be polite." After chewing the last bite of meat in his mouth, he stretched his fork towards her dinner plate, thus revealing a hairy head in the live broadcast room.

Barrage: Is that brother Maodu next to you?

"Yes, he's still eating, and after eating his portion, he still wants mine." Qi Yue mercilessly revealed the truth.

Ma Jiabo leaned on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, trying to squeeze himself into the camera, while laughing and teasing: "In fact, Xiao Du was a foodie before he became an athlete. When he first joined the team, the coach scolded him a lot."

Barrage: Hahaha, is brother really a foodie?No wonder Weibo called me want to eat hairy belly hot pot, I thought it was a meme.

Danmaku: That's too miserable. I remember that many athletes can't eat it.

Barrage: But his body proportions are perfect, is he a physique that eats too much but doesn't get fat? ?

Barrage: Grass growing, I'm so impressed.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Du Qingshao slurred his tongue while holding the beef in his mouth, "I have been a good manager since I was a child, and I have photos to prove it."

Hearing his voice but not seeing him, the fans felt itchy, and even posted a series of bullet screens begging Xiao Du to appear on the scene.Qi Yue glanced at the ten lines, read each one carefully, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will grab him after he finishes eating."

Of course Du Qingshao also wanted to play, but he couldn't let go of his worries. Hearing this, he didn't answer, and silently lowered his head to help the goddess share the fat.

"... For us, one game is less than one game. There are always regrets, but the process is always more important than the result." I don't know which barrage triggered the veteran's emotion, and it floated along the smell of food in the air. In Du Qingshao's ears.

The knife and fork in his hand stopped immediately.He looked up at Ma Jiabo who was sitting diagonally opposite, wiped off the grease from the corner of his mouth, and slipped out of the house while everyone was not paying attention.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to go out, he saw his choreographer teacher and Xiao Zongmao at another table.There was still a small half pot of red wine in the decanter, and the already slightly drunk brown hair was shaking the goblet and leaning against Luo Ming's body.Luo Ming was torn apart two buttons, and his collarbone was looming under the collar of his shirt.Dilan rubbed against his shoulder, still muttering, as if he could chew out the little red spot on his neck in a second.

Luo Ming was nauseated by the smell of alcohol, and he didn't dare to move and hurt the prince, so he could only let him lean on him.Seeing this, Du Qingshao frowned, walked over without saying a word, took out the wine glass in Di Lang's hand, pushed him back to his seat, and asked with his mouth, "Is he crazy?"

"It's like that when he's drunk." Luo Ming was finally able to get away, and blinked at him gratefully.

But the drunk little brown hair is not honest, even though Du Qingshao is holding him down, he still boldly wants to reach out and grab Luo Ming's collar, baring his teeth and claws: "Lumi, don't blame me for not telling you, your current physical condition...is not suitable for you. Fall in love! Cough cough, don’t blame me when the time comes..."

Not suitable for dating?Luo Ming was startled when he heard that, the fork in his hand loosened, and accidentally made a crisp sound with the dinner plate.

Naturally, Du Qingshao couldn't understand French, but when he saw his face change, he immediately became alert: "What did he say to you?"

"...It's okay, it's just those trivial things before." He lied without changing his face, and helplessly raised his forehead, "I lost my mind after drinking, I'm laughing at you."

But his face was not relaxed, he nodded slightly and looked at the dinner plate, and he didn't realize that his collar was ripped off.Du Qingshao could see his collarbone clearly from that angle, he couldn't help frowning, stepped forward a few steps to block between the two, and reminded coldly: "Button your clothes."

Only then did Luo Ming realize that his neck was chilly, so he quickly lowered his head and straightened his clothes, tightening his tie.There were other athletes on the table, and no one said anything more until the housekeeper came to take Xiao Brown Mao home.

Seeing the drunken Dilan humming a ditty and being taken away, Du Qingshao couldn't imagine that this man was the silver medalist who had knocked him off by a full ten points yesterday. Childish, no wonder he was dumped by others!"

Suddenly his elbow was touched by someone, and he looked down to see Luo Ming pointing his attention to his image with his eyes, clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and folded his hands in front of his chest.The sleeve slid up a little, and Luo Ming inadvertently glanced at the watch on his right hand.Du Qingshao usually wears a multi-functional electronic watch for training, but now he puts on a suit and a gift from his father - a pioneer model launched last year by Vacheron Constantin, a famous Swiss watch with a market price of 14.8.

Of course Luo Ming knew the price of this watch, so he narrowed his eyes in surprise.

"Xiao Du, so you are here!" Just when the two had nothing to say, Qi Yue suddenly called out, and Ma Jiabo was also beside him, holding a Rubik's cube in his hand.

"What's the matter?" He raised his head in response, and the two eyes briefly met. Qi Yue immediately locked onto Luo Ming who was sitting quietly, shouted excitedly, threw the phone to Ma Jiabo and rushed over, "Mr. Warris , I can see you here."

Luo Ming just nodded politely: "Hello."

He also smelled of alcohol, making him look even more smoky.Qi Yue was dizzy from the smell of alcohol, and her excited little hands were hanging in the air, almost turning into a live expression pack of Abba Abba.

This scene was also recorded by Ma Jiabo's live broadcast.

"Sister, pay attention to your image." Du Qingshao stepped forward and pushed her out of the camera, then turned to look at the phone, "Are you still broadcasting live?"

Little did they know that the live broadcast room had exploded.

Barrage: Ahhh, standard Madou face!Which country's men's singles is this little beauty from? Why haven't I seen it before in the arena! !

Barrage: I don’t seem to be an athlete. I remember my brother sent a picture of him.

Barrage: It's Maodu's choreography teacher!

Ma Jiabo looked at the frequent barrage, and frowned slightly: "Ice fans are asking you who he is."

Seeing this, he could only introduce: "He is my choreography teacher for this season."

The barrage was still going on, Ma Jiabo glanced at it, and said with a smile: "They are all looking at Mr. Varis, who has both talent and looks."

"Of course." Hearing the words, he puffed up his chest proudly, and patted Luo Ming's head without knowing where it came from. "How can someone who can teach me Du Qingshao be so bad!"

Luo Ming was caught off guard by his head-touching, roughly guessed what they were doing, and quietly pulled Xiao Du's clothes: "I don't like being photographed..."

"Understood." Du Qingshao turned his head and glanced, patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and pulled Qi Yue away by the way, "Do you have something to do with me? My teacher is shy and doesn't like to appear on camera."

"This is it," Ma Jiabo handed over a Rubik's Cube with a disrupted pattern, "This year's organizing committee gave a specially-made Rubik's Cube as a souvenir, and Xiao Qi couldn't restore it after messing around. I remember you can play Rubik's Cube, right?"

He nodded, took the Rubik's Cube and looked at it several times.One side is the ISU logo, one side is an abstract silhouette on ice, and the other four sides are tiled patterns, with skates, snowflakes and so on.

I don't know if it is a souvenir linked with the Rubik's Cube Association, but it is not friendly to figure skaters.After all, not everyone knows how to play the Rubik's Cube. If you can't unscrew it with your cheap hands, wouldn't it be obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Of course, Du Qingshao couldn't be troubled by this matter.Before they could react, he had already lowered his head and started twisting.The suit was exquisite, with two diamond-encrusted silver cufflinks on the cuffs, and an expensive dark blue mechanical watch looming with the movement.The hand speed is not very fast, but each stroke is crisp and neat, and the silky cubes across the fingertips, like ice skates across the ice, making a sound of brushing.

Sure enough, as long as he doesn't speak, he is the standard match for a male god.

"Need I show you the original picture?"

"It's not necessary, as long as there is a formula." He answered casually, but his hand speed did not decrease. He turned the Rubik's cube upside down with his dexterous hands, and it seemed that a prototype was formed soon. With a little explanation, "The biggest difference between the pattern Rubik's cube and the ordinary third-order is that The directionality of the center block, but the principle is the same. I generally like to start with the bottom layer and end up with the middle block formula..."

Barrage: Is this dual-purpose?Wucao, today I suddenly got the cub's Su point, the mother's love has gone bad.

Barrage: Deterioration +1, I am so popular, what is there that my cub doesn't know?

Barrage: Dudu will teach the Rubik's Cube in the next live broadcast!As your future girlfriend, there must be one figure skating and Rubik's Cube.

Qi Yue was also surprised by his proficiency, and asked curiously: "When did you play so well?"

"When I was recuperating last year..." Du Qingshao originally wanted to pass the time by saying that he had nothing to learn during the recovery period, but after thinking about it carefully so as not to worry others, he said casually, "Anyway, I don't train all day, time is like a sponge The water in it can be squeezed out."

"Someone asked you—how to become the girlfriend of figure skater Du Qingshao. Hahaha, Xiao Du, how do you answer this?"

"Huh? Du Qingshao was also stunned when he heard the words, his index finger subconsciously paused, and almost turned the wrong face. After thinking for a moment, he let out a malicious laugh, "I don't know what Miss Sister looks like?In fact, a boyfriend can start from a baby, find a kid to trick him into practicing skating, and when he grows up, he can have a boyfriend who is a figure skater.Of course, figure skating is recognized as one of the most difficult sports, and it takes at least ten years to practice since childhood. "

Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and lifted his glasses: "You must hold on to the young Zhengtai period, or be careful to start in three years, and the sea of ​​​​suffering will never end."

"..." Qi Yue and Ma Jiabo lost their voices collectively. They couldn't help but feel Du Mou's single-handed language skills. They don't know how the girl who asked this question feels now.

It was Ma Jiabo who reacted quickly and smoothed things over in time: "Netizens heard that you had a high fever before the game, and would like to ask about the specific situation."

"This is just too tired, and suddenly fell ill." Du Qingshao said and sighed pretendingly, "Before the game, I have been forced to rest by the coach and have no chance to train. I am really nervous before the game, otherwise I should be able to perform well. better."

Listen, are these all human words?Zhu Chaoyang, a master of contemporary time management plus a master of science, was overshadowed by hearing this, and was so angry that he just wanted to take you to climb the mountain.

"Then how did the fever subside in such a short time?"

"Do you know how to use alcohol to dissipate heat? Thanks to my choreographer, who came all the way from France to discuss the details of the competition and took good care of me all night. I was completely cured the next day."

After finishing speaking, he leisurely put his right hand into his pocket, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, operated the final recovery formula with one hand, and whistled in the direction of Luo Ming amidst dazzled fingering.

It's a good thing that Luo Ming didn't broadcast live with him, otherwise he would surely be blushed by the brat, and the thousands of viewers in front of the screen would change their colors by themselves.

"Fans started to praise your choreographer again, asking if he has an Instagram account."

"No." Hearing this topic, he immediately became serious and refused, "My teacher is a very quiet person and doesn't like being disturbed by others."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Du Qingshao had a faint feeling that he sped up the rhythm of the rotation. As his fingers passed the last layer, the pattern of the six-sided Rubik's Cube remained intact.He weighed it in his hand a few times in satisfaction, and handed it to Qi Yue: "It's better not to mess around with the souvenir."

Yu Bi smiled and waved towards the camera, then turned around and took out his cell phone—it was indeed a text message from Luo Ming, asking if he was free to go for a walk later.