wipe the ice and fire

Du Qingshao didn't know how he got off the ice rink, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on a bench in the rest area.Someone hugged his shoulders, and Luo Ming sat next to him, his chest was slightly wet by the kid, and his expression was a little numb.

There are also coaches and two team doctors standing in front of them.

There was silence all around, Du Qingshao looked up at the familiar ice rink, and finally understood what it means to "draw the sword and look around in a daze".

Du Qingshao suddenly felt very guilty.Although he was rebellious and perverse since he was a child, he will unreservedly choose to protect his important relatives and friends, and protect them from grievances and fears.

Especially when he was about to graduate from elementary school, he transferred to his hometown for a few years, and the love of his grandparents made him firmer in this idea.Grandma would come to pick him up half an hour earlier for each training session, and Du Qingshao would ask the coach to practice the jumps that he fell so badly first, and then some relatively easy items at the end, giving the old man a feeling that "skating is like a child exercising and learning to play." "The illusion.

Every time he was injured, he would not cry or fuss, and obediently went to the hospital for examination, injections and medicine.In the dead of night, when the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep, he would cover his head under the quilt and cry quietly.

But today, when he realized that he didn't dare to dance, he really broke down.

The fall on the four continents had already shattered all his pride and expectations, and now it was going to take away all his wealth and life.

In 13 years, more than 700 days and nights, he has experienced the grinding of driving alone with a trolley schoolbag to a field that is only [-]/[-] the size of a standard field [-] kilometers away; he has experienced arm fractures, ligaments The pain and suffering of tearing; I have felt the despair of finally learning the triple jump, preparing to arrange the program but finding that I can't understand the beat of the music.

He has endured all these things, isn't it just to stand on the podium one day, hold the world's number one trophy, and listen to his national anthem played on the ice rink?

But what should I do now?Du Qingshao took out a few crumpled napkins from his pocket, and wiped his face carelessly.

In the end, it was Pan Lishu who spoke: "Xiao Du, go back to rest today, and try again tomorrow after you adjust your condition. Our team also has a psychologist. There are more than 20 days before the game, so it will definitely work."

In fact, Du Qingshao really wanted to rush into the ice rink and try to dance a few more times, but seeing Luo Ming who was also at a loss beside him, he temporarily withdrew the idea, nodded obediently, and then led the little golden retriever back to the room .

Luo Ming was probably frightened by the tragedy just now, and his sensitive and fragile nerves began to become anxious again. On the way back to the room, his steps were a little light, and the sentence "it's okay" was his utmost restraint.Originally, Du Qingshao wanted to find a place where no one was around to cry wildly, but was worried that if he let the frightened little golden retriever go like this, something would happen, so he finally decided to stabilize his emotions first.

"I scared you just now, sorry." After opening the door and entering, Du Qingshao stroked his lower back, "I'll take a shower first, you sit in my room for a while."

Luo Ming nodded mechanically, and answered the wrong question: "It's fine."

Hearing this tone, you know it's wrong.Du Qingshao couldn't think of comforting words for a while, so he could only start from action, mixed a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to him: "Drink some warm water."

"Yeah." He nodded like a wooden man.

Seeing this, Du Qingshao sighed, rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower to the maximum, and cried out with the sound of water, and had to face up to the problem in front of him.

PTSD after a fall?

In other words, it should be similar to Luo Ming's situation.

Unexpectedly, he would laugh at Luo Ming's poor mental quality and his uselessness as a waste. In the end, it was just that he didn't fall hard enough or thoroughly enough.

In late February, when the heating is about to be cut off in the north, it is a bit cold to go out after taking a shower.Du Qingshao rubbed his hair with a dry towel, quickly put on his pajamas, and then sat on the bed shaking his two long legs that had nowhere to rest.

The sofa can only accommodate one person, so he patted the two-meter-high bed beside him, and said to Luo Ming, "Sit here."

Seeing that this guy was only wearing a pair of men's underwear, Luo Ming instantly turned his head to avoid it, his reserved face was full of do not look at evil.

"Why are you blushing? I didn't call you to come over and have sex." He complained dissatisfiedly, and then laughed maliciously, "Why, did you think wrong?"

"That's not it." Luo Ming actually refuted his conversation, "My father taught me that it is rude to sit on someone else's bed without taking a shower and changing pajamas."

"..." Du Qingshao was holding back the tears in his eyes, but suddenly he choked on his words.If it weren't for the serious atmosphere today, he would have suspected that Luo Ming was deliberately telling cold jokes to make himself happy.

Obviously such a serious word, it turned out to be so cute when it popped out of the little golden retriever's mouth.

He sniffed, holding back his tears in a daze, dragged a stool and sat in front of Luo Ming, and asked provocatively, "Then what does the teacher mean, you can go to bed after washing yourself?"

"Disrespectful!" Luo Ming's face burned, and he yelled directly.Unexpectedly, in the next second, a gentle and powerful hand landed on top of his head.

"Hmm..." He shrank his neck in surprise.

Du Qingshao stood up at some point, stroking his delicate and soft hair condescendingly, and said softly, "I'm sorry, you haven't had a good rest since I was injured. It's my negligence to make you worry about me."

"You... There's no need to say that. I'm at least your choreography teacher for this season, and you're my first student, so it's reasonable to be worried." Luo Ming squeezed the glass in his hand and said without knowing what was wrong. Looking down, seeing the bruises on both sides of his knees that had not completely faded, he swallowed, "...how do you feel now?"

"Maybe similar to you, with a little psychological shadow?" Du Qingshao tilted his head and looked at him, "But maybe it's a good thing."

"How can you call it a good thing!?" Luo Ming roared anxiously.

"At least I can set an example for you."

His voice was not complaining, and it spread throughout Luo Ming's body with the warm touch of his palm.He raised his head in surprise, facing Du Qingshao's slightly lowered eyes, the light brown eyes concealed an unshakable determination.

"In fact, it's good to fall once, at least I don't expect myself to be invincible forever."

Du Qingshao before was too greedy, he wanted to be an invincible king, an invincible god.

This fall only allowed him to recognize himself and start again with an ordinary identity.

When he was a child, he also practiced Sanda and table tennis. At that time, he enjoyed the taste of defeating his opponents. At one time, he felt that figure skating lacked passion and fun.It wasn't until he became a professional athlete that he understood what the first coach said.

Defeating yourself is far more difficult than defeating your opponent.

Because the opponent may be injured and make mistakes, but the peak self will always be loyal to himself.

There are only 20 days left, is it enough for him to recover and adjust?

Du Qingshao thought, even if he couldn't, he would still create a miracle.He wanted to tell Luo Ming that the more desperate and difficult it was, the more difficult it was for him to survive.

Luo Ming didn't know what to say, let him touch his head, and whispered in a crying voice for a while, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, I figured it out all of a sudden." Du Qingshao finally withdrew his hand, took a few napkins from the side, and wiped a few on Luo Ming's face based on his feeling, "Actually, when comforting others, I I always feel very strong."

His words seemed to freeze time, and the room fell into silence, only the two of them stared at each other wordlessly.

There is no such thing as absolute tenacity in the world, it's just two people who are riddled with holes, and neither of them wants to admit defeat first.