wipe the ice and fire

However, recovery is not as easy as imagined.After Du Qingshao sent him back to the hotel the next day, he went to the psychiatrist with Pan Lishu for an evaluation. Although there were no standard post-traumatic stress disorder reactions such as sleep difficulties and selective amnesia, he could still feel it from the communication. Visible anxiety.

The doctor said that he put too much pressure on himself and suggested psychotherapy intervention. He talked a lot about behavioral cognition, desensitization processing, and psychoanalytic therapy. It is estimated that the entire course of treatment will take a year and a half. The World Championships, next season is coming to an end.

Du Qingshao didn't agree with this plan. After dinner, he reluctantly ran back to the ice rink while his teammates were resting.The result was still the same as last night, no matter how many positive psychological hints he gave himself before taking off, he couldn't control the hesitation and flustered at the moment of taking off, and fell when he was empty.

He turned on the background music of the game again, wanting to try listening to the music to find his feeling.But what he didn't expect was that from the beginning of that piece of music, his body began to stiffen when he slid, and when the note sounded at the moment of jumping——

The sound of ligaments breaking, the blood splashing on the ice, the air bubbles, the feeling of drowning... Countless images, both true and false, flashed back and reappeared in his mind.

That's right, after two seasons of training, the muscle memory betrayed him a thousand times.

Human beings always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages subconsciously. No matter how many times of successful practice, it is not worth a complete mistake.

Du Qingshao finally understood that what he was facing now was a more serious problem than the injury. Looking at the place he was most familiar with, and thinking of the date that was approaching every minute, he felt an unprecedented sense of despair.

What should I do?What should we do... Tears came out of his eyes uncontrollably again, he grabbed the knife cover and pressed it on indiscriminately, and ran into the corridor of the emergency exit without looking back.

The psychological shadow is more terrible than the injury, and he can't even see the time limit for recovery.

But no one will wait for him.In this fast-changing world stage, no one waits for a loser.

If you can't jump, you lose.

Du Qingshao pressed his forehead against the wall, took a deep breath, and let the tears roll down until he couldn't cry anymore.

"Are you okay?"

Suddenly, a familiar English voice came from behind, and the English pronunciation was still so capable and elegant, as gentle as a gust of wind.

He quickly wiped away his tears, and saw the outline of the little golden retriever clearly in the green light of the sign.

"Why did you come in?" He stepped forward and grabbed Luo Ming's arm, and Luo Ming was also confused by his actions, allowing him to pull himself out of the stairwell.

When they went outside, the two looked at each other, and only then did he see clearly the distressed appearance of the little boy, and he couldn't help avoiding his eyes.

Knowing that he was looking at him, Du Qingshao cleared his throat seriously, switched to drama mode in an instant, and shrugged pretending to be indifferent: "It's okay, I just accidentally got it in my eyes when I applied the medicine just now. "

After he finished speaking, he narrowed his left eye and raised his right eyebrow provocatively at Luo Ming.But the red corners of his eyes after crying can't fool anyone at all. It's no exaggeration to say that with a little more powder, he can go to a Peking Opera theater to sing raw roles.

Luo Ming blinked, and asked cooperatively, "Have you washed it with clean water?"

"It's been washed, but it's still a bit uncomfortable." Du Qingshao knew that he was playing charades with himself, so he laughed helplessly, and walked to the toilet, "I'll deal with it again."

Luo Ming nodded and followed behind him.When he was in front of the pool, Du Qingshao quickly picked up a few handfuls of water to wash his face, he calmed down a little, only to find that the little golden retriever behind him was carrying a big black bag on his shoulders.

It looks like a violin.

He squinted his eyes in the mirror: "You are reciting the violin? What are you going to do?"

Luo Ming shook his head, and said mysteriously, "Secret it first."

Du Qingshao choked on his words, thinking when did this little golden retriever become so childish.But now there is no need to train during the recovery period, but you can take him to have a good meal.

"I don't have training tonight. You have taken care of me for so long. How about taking you to eat Maodu hot pot?"

Luo Ming frowned slightly when he heard the word eat.He really couldn't understand why this guy was so obsessed with eating, so he took out his mobile phone and checked the origin of the "hairy belly hot pot" that so fascinated someone.

For a crooked nut who has only eaten ham and butter pot, his summary of this famous dish is-all kinds of spicy and deadly animal offal.

Oh, my old swan!Why does Du Qingshao love to eat such strong flavors!

Luo Ming, a fourth-level Chinese player, automatically flashed a standard translation in his mind, and shook his head in embarrassment: "I have a bad stomach, and I can't eat spicy food."

"If you can't eat spicy food, you will lose the soul of hot pot." He also felt a little embarrassed when he heard the words, "Then change to another store. Anyway, we have a large land and rich resources, and there must be something you like to eat."

It's hard to turn down the hospitality, Luo Ming could only nod his head in agreement, thinking that it would be good to go out with him to relax.Seeing this, Du Qingshao was really in a better mood. He went back to the dormitory and took off his crumpled training clothes. He put on the sweater and baby AJ that he had just bought during the Chinese New Year and hadn’t cut the label. After talking to the coach, he took him to a taxi. , slipping faster than the wind.

In the end, he chose a noodle shop with fried sauce in the commercial street, and wanted Luo Ming to taste the characteristics of old Beijing.

"Let's eat," he politely made a gesture of invitation after the hot noodles were served, "I specifically told the boss that less salt and oil, and a little tomato sauce, should be more suitable for you taste."

Luo Ming nodded, saw the chopsticks in his hand and bit his lower lip in embarrassment: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Our athletes are generally forbidden to eat out, especially during the season." Du Qingshao helplessly spread his hands at him, "I have already eaten, so today is a real meal with you."

He specially emphasized the second half of the sentence, speaking righteously, but his heart was full of swear words.

Du Qingshao thought, after retiring, he must write an autobiography to tell people all over the country how delicious Maodu hot pot is, and how he changed from a chubby foodie to a slender figure with eight-pack abs and amazing waist strength The figure skating boy, the title of the book is "Nobody Knows Body Management Better Than Me", and it is definitely a big seller.

Seeing the self-indulgent look of the young man in front of him, Luo Ming became even more embarrassed, and whispered, "Du, I don't know how to use chopsticks."

"Ah?" Du Qingshao came back to his senses, and smiled softly, "That's right, I even forgot that you are a foreigner."

However, just as he was about to ask the waiter to take the fork, he had second thoughts in his mind.Maybe Luo Ming will be our Chinese daughter-in-law in the future, and she won't know how to use chopsticks.

"I'll teach you." He got up and sat next to Luo Ming. Before he could react, the dog's paws had already stretched up, stuffed the chopsticks along the mouth of his left hand, and provocatively moved his other two fingers against the chopsticks. , Fiddled one by one.

The magnetic juvenile voice plucked the air in his ears, and soon made his face hot.Du Qingshao seemed to see his emotions, put on the other hand, deliberately moved a little closer, and wrapped his ears around his ears: "Have you learned it? Show me the root vegetables, if not, I can teach you Until the teacher's meeting~"

"...I will." He shyly hid aside, staring at the pair of slender and bony hands in front of him, unable to concentrate at all, and could only pick up a vegetable from the bowl by feeling.

"As expected of my teacher, he can learn everything quickly." Du Qingshao patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, leaned back on the sofa, "Eat it while it's hot, starchy food is bad for the stomach when it's cold."

Luo Ming only felt that his face was burning hot, but he couldn't stop reminiscing about the touch of his hands just now. He buried his head and started eating, even the breath he exhaled became hot.

Little did he know that the little brat, who was playing tricks on purpose, was also short of breath at the moment, and he was leaning on the sofa to carefully recall the touch just now.

For some reason, after waking up with a concussion, he suddenly found Luo Ming pleasing to the eye, and always wanted to tease him when he was depressed.

Maybe it's because of empathy.

A small mistake can seal all his pride, not to mention an anxiety patient like Luo Ming who suffers from chronic insomnia and fear.

In the past few years of being ill, how many difficult days and nights he has experienced, and how much effort he has spent, to pretend that he is no different from a normal person for that pitiful dignity.

In a sense, Du Qingshao felt that he was no match for him.

"What is this piano used for?" He stroked the black box that Luo Ming always carried.

Hearing this, Luo Ming squinted his eyes from the corner of his eye, but he didn't rush to answer, but waited for the noodles in his mouth to be swallowed before turning around solemnly, holding the piano case and saying, "I want to play the song for the competition again. Here you go."

"Why?" Du Qingshao asked nonchalantly.

He bowed his head when he heard the words: "I know you are struggling very hard, and I am not qualified to encourage you on this point. But as a teacher, I always have to do something for you..."

He also wanted to set an example for Du Qingshao, such as playing a piece of music without timidity on the highest step in Qiushan Park, which is the "stage" that everyone can see.