wipe the ice and fire

In the end, Du Qingshao went to the coach and reported his thoughts truthfully. He wanted to wait for a few days of training after he was discharged from the hospital, and then make plans according to the situation.Anyway, once he decides to have the surgery, he will definitely not be able to catch up with the World Championships. Ye Feihong can understand his thoughts, and feels that it will take a few days to recover.

Fortunately, although the fall was terrible, the dislocation did not cause serious injuries such as torn ligaments, and the concussion recovery period was about ten days.

Luo Ming planned to stay here with him until he returned to the ice rink.

A few days ago, because of dizziness, the little boy was basically sleeping, and when the brain injury was almost recovered in the later stage, he began to be unable to hold back.

When he woke up, he saw Luo Ming sitting quietly by the bed reading a book, so he raised his hand and knocked on the thick hard cover, and asked, "What are you reading?"

"Huh?" Luo Ming raised his head from the ocean of knowledge, revealing the top of his golden hair, "Macbeth."

"Why is it still Shakespeare's work?" He was speechless to this Shakespeare fanatic, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and said, "I haven't read this book, can you introduce it to me?"

When it comes to Shakespeare's plays, Luo Ming seems to have opened up the chatterbox, changing from his previous demeanor of cherishing words like gold, and talking a lot.Du Qingshao pretended to listen carefully, and frowned embarrassingly: "I just hurt my brain, and I can't respond to English. Aren't you learning Chinese recently? Translate for me again?"

"..." Luo Ming, who was still eloquent just now, was stunned for a moment, and blinked angrily, but he swallowed his anger for the sake of his sickness, and turned into a kindergarten child who had just learned to speak, stumbling and repeating.

His Chinese is only at the level of daily communication, and it is really difficult for him to tell a complete story with a huge structure.Halfway through Luo Ming's attempt, he found that many words could not be translated, his mind was empty, his face turned red immediately, and he looked at him with grievance: "...I can't translate it."

God, how could there be such a cute giant dog.Lying in the hospital bed, Du Qingshao couldn't control the urge to rua.

At first, because of Luo Ming's sense of distance, he always gave people a mysterious and reserved temperament, and with those water-blue eyes, Du Qingshao always felt that he was like a noble cat.Until now, it looks more and more like a docile golden retriever cub.

Moreover, Luo Ming seems to be more caring than last time. When eating, he would open every lunch box, wipe off the oil stains, and hand it to him; The young master raised by a rich family.

What surprised him the most was when the wound hurt.Because he kept one position for a long time, he would wake up in the middle of the night with a sense of oppression, while Luo Ming's sleep was very light, and before he could cry out the pain, he had soaked a hot water bottle and covered his shoulders.

Whenever at this time, Du Qingshao always has an indescribable feeling, as if he has really found someone to accompany him through this uncertain journey.

The easier it is to pretend on the surface, the more torment in the heart.In fact, Du Qingshao knew very well that it was impossible to heal his old injuries of five or six years by lying in bed for a few days, and even the hope of complete recovery from surgery was very slim.

It is estimated that in the entire skating circle, the news about his injury has gone crazy. If it wasn't because of Luo Ming's company, he would definitely not be able to control the urge to post reports.

How would others judge him?A player who has always been calm and adaptable on the spot unexpectedly fell into the worst accident in the history of men's figure skating.

It was all he could think of.

Du Qingshao has not seen the video of the 5 minutes after he was injured: first, he was unconscious for a while, blood seeped from the left side, and splashed a small puddle on the ice.After regaining consciousness, he began to move. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, he writhed like a slug for more than a minute in an ice rink covering an area of ​​more than 1000 square meters. The pain knelt down again.

Even, because the thin competition suit could not cover his deformed shoulder after dislocation, in the reports of major media, the live photos were mosaiced.

"Does it still hurt?" Luo Ming leaned against the bedside table and asked him softly.

"It's okay, I can sleep for a while, and you should also hurry up and rest." Du Qingshao replied, turned his head to the other side, and quietly raised the quilt.

Nose sore, want to cry but can't cry.

This situation lasted for more than ten days, and I returned to the ice rink in the middle of the night when I was discharged from the hospital.His cast and bandages were all removed, and he was replaced with a more elastic protective cover, while his teammates had already returned to their room to rest, and the huge ice surface belonged to him alone.

After changing his skates and stepping onto the ice, he began to step around the baffle and warm up.The touch under his feet was not as strange as he had imagined, which made him feel much more relaxed.

More importantly, Luo Ming was still on the sidelines, and he didn't want to worry him anymore.

After he had almost gotten used to it, Du Qingshao turned his head to the sidelines, looked for Luo Ming with his eyes, then walked over slowly and told them that he planned to practice jumping.The coach nodded in agreement, but told him to do what he could.

Du Qingshao gave them a reassuring smile, slipped to the center of the ice rink, and began to accelerate along the arc.One step, two steps, turning around with changing blades, everything feels very familiar, but at the moment when he was about to touch the ice to take off——

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the body.

He couldn't tell where the pain was, but at that moment, his body seemed to be stabbed severely by something, and it pierced into his heart accompanied by strong panic.

Du Qingshao's expression was completely in a trance, he wanted to stop but it was too late, the knife teeth drew a strange arc on the ice, he didn't jump up at all, but spun half a circle in the air, hit his back bezel.

"Boom-"

The shoulder started to hurt again.

"Hiss..." He closed his eyes in a daze, hugged his shoulders and leaned against the baffle.

"Du Qingshao, are you okay?" The coach hurried over to ask.

He himself had no idea, but he shook his head stubbornly: "It doesn't matter, I just didn't find the feeling just now."

After speaking, ignoring the pain in his body, he got up and slid to the opposite long baffle, and started the second attempt.

But why the shoulders are getting heavier and heavier, almost to the point where I can't lift them up.The headlights above his head reflected light from the ice surface, and the bright light pierced his eyes, as if he had returned to the ice surface that he saw after he was injured in the game on the four continents. There were countless double images, and the ice surface was so bright that it would engulf him.

"What if you get injured again in the World Championships? Hitting your head is no small matter."

"Do you know how long you've been unconscious on the ice? Do you know how worried we are?"

……

There was chaos in my mind, and I kept repeating other people's voices.

"Bam—"

fell again.

Like a spinning top that lost its center of gravity, it slammed into the ice, and then the whole person lay on his side and was thrown to the baffle by inertia.

so cold.

Can't move, can't think.Just like when I was injured, I watched myself lying on the ice, the cold air pierced into the bone marrow, and it was useless to curl up in pain, and I couldn't regain consciousness for a long time.

It's so cold... Du Qingshao opened his eyes blankly, and saw a puddle of blood on the ice.

what happened?Head hurt again?

He didn't know where his blood was dripping, so he wiped a handful of ice with his hands in a panic, and sniffed it under his nose as hard as he could, and it took him a long time to react...

It is water.

It's just a thin layer of water stains on the ice.

After rubbing the cold and sticky water film on his palm repeatedly, Du Qingshao regained consciousness, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he slumped on the ice in embarrassment.

Could it be... that he fell out of the psychological shadow?

"Du Qingshao! What's wrong with you, Du Qingshao!" Outside the court, the coach's voice became more and more distant.

Can you really dance like this?Will there be no more accidents?

But he has to dance.

Jumping is what every figure skater believes in. If he is afraid, he is nothing.

What are you afraid of?What are you afraid of?What the hell are you so scared of! ?

"Fuck!" He hammered down the ice hard, and got up for the third time and rushed to the barrier.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

He took several solid blows on his body, no matter how he tried, he either jumped into the air or fell, until the last time, the little boy who was stripped of all his strength was slammed towards the baffle.

"Fuck!" Du Qingshao, who was already in so much pain that he couldn't get up, finally covered his face, sat on the ice and howled in collapse.

How could this happen, it was obviously just a little injury...

But subconsciously, he couldn't forget the chaotic feeling of struggling and helpless.Tens of thousands of people were watching him, and countless cameras with flashes recorded his most embarrassing moments.

And he could only writhe there in pain like a maggot, and the melting ice water under his body made him tremble all over, as if it wanted to imprison him in the dark wasteland forever.

"Hmph...cough cough..." He didn't know what to do anymore, he even choked on his saliva from crying.

"Du, it's okay. You get up first." Familiar English came from his ear, and a pair of warm hands grabbed his arm.

However, he stubbornly sniffed, followed the sound and threw himself into Luo Ming's arms, burying his crying face into the other's high-end sweater worth tens of millions.

Unable to jump, his career was over.

But he is only 18 years old, he has just tasted the sweetness of the game, and the last second he was thinking about going to the World Championships, thinking about how to win the Olympic gold medal...

A full 13 years.

Since learning to skate at the age of five, he has never shed a single tear in front of his coach and family, and at this moment, all hopes and strengths were completely shattered.

"Woooooo..." He buried his head in the soft sweater on Luo Ming's chest, crying like a little puppy abandoned by its owner.

He did get dumped, though.

He was abandoned by the ice rink and the figure skating career he loves.

Luo Ming looked at the little boy in front of him, at a loss for what to do. He raised his hand and rubbed his head, then took him into his arms with the other hand, hugged him quietly, and softly comforted him: "It's okay, it will be fine. got up."