wipe the ice and fire

Himuro Yongchuan finally left the final suspense to Du Qingshao with a high score of 206.12 in free skating and a total score of 310.75.

From the fallen genius boy that the media talked about differently to the player who is now standing in the finals to challenge for the gold medal, he handed in a perfect answer in just one day, which really surprised everyone.

There was no sound on the field, and everyone seemed to be looking forward to his performance.

Hearing the announcement on the field, Du Qingshao was willing to let go of Luo Ming, patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the ice rink.What is different from usual is that before going on the court, he knelt down on one knee and touched the ice with his injured right hand.

In any case, you must hold on to these 4 minutes.This is the minimum requirement he has for himself.

In the anticipation and worry of everyone, the music kicked off the competition.Standing in the middle of the ice, Du Qingshao cast his first glance at the choreographer outside the arena. He looked at him meaningfully for a few seconds before he collected his emotions and started the competition.

The talented pianist who became famous at a young age suddenly has hearing loss, so why not take care of his state of mind at the moment.The mourning in the composer's heart is not the emotion of a strong man's twilight, but the unwillingness of a new thing to be strangled at the beginning without the world.Compared with other sad and magnificent songs handed down from generation to generation, it highlights a youthful sense of youth that grows wildly like weeds.

This is the most indispensable thing in Du Qingshao.

From the heavy Adagio to the soothing and soft music, his body tilts and jumps freely with the soundtrack, and even the depth and strength of the blade change slightly with the mood of the music, leaving a series of clear traces on the ice .

I don't know when, his jump is no longer a sharp knife hanging above his head, a technical movement that determines success or failure, but has become a part of the performance, blending into the dance unobtrusively.

The sound of the blade slicing across the ice was like snow melting in the spring sun, and you could hear the gliding traces of flowing clouds and flowing water; the lights on the roof fell, wrapping him and the ice in it, exuding a warm jade color.

Luo Ming stood on the sidelines for a long time before he realized that this was not just a performance, but also a competition, a final that would determine success or failure.

Du Qingshao's acting style is indeed very calm.This kind of calmness does not mean weak emotions, but like a child blessed by God, who has twice as much time as ordinary people, and can stretch every movement to the last microsecond of a minute without any hassle.

This is the great sense of security he inadvertently revealed in the performance, just because he is Du Qingshao, he will never make mistakes.

In a trance, the music entered the sub-part of the second movement of self-questioning. Du Qingshao slid to the sidelines, pressed his heart with one hand, and danced through the air with the sign language he taught.

"I would like to dedicate my life to music", this is the original message conveyed by the dance, but at this moment he changed his movements without authorization, replacing the music with "you" in front of him, with his palm slightly on one side, separated by the air a few meters away stroked his chin.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes followed. Although he knew that they might not understand the hidden mystery, Luo Ming still lowered his head shyly, almost buried his head in the clothes in his hand.

Is this the heartbeat he gave himself... But it is not over yet. With the gradually exciting music, Du Qingshao returns to the center of the ice rink to spin. After completing the first spinning posture, he suddenly stands up and steps forward. Take half a step, change the supporting leg to rotate counterclockwise with the left inner edge, fold the body back and hold the ice skate on the right foot with the left hand.

The speed quickly accelerated due to the tightening of his body, and in the next second, he directly lifted the skate over his head with one hand!

It's the teardrop-shaped Behrman who can change the difficult posture, a spin that tests the flexibility and strength of the waist and abdomen, and even the women's singles may not be able to complete it, but he actually made it!

For these two sets of programs, he didn't know how many surprises he would bring to the audience, and even the four audiences forgot to applaud.

The injured right hand has never been raised, and the bandage wrapped around his back can be clearly seen through the clothes.The light fell on him, separating the hustle and bustle of the outside world, as if a plump wing would be pulled out from under the sunken bone at any time, and together with the dazzling silver Costeng, it would turn into a beautiful Venus on ice.

The moment the spin ended, the main theme sounded again, and the young man was no longer confused and sad, and every trace under his feet was on the ice, launching the final gauntlet against fate.

If you don't go to the poor place, you don't know Beethoven.In fact, Du Qingshao was in so much pain that he could hardly hold on anymore, but the more it hurt, the more he could express what he thought.

Throughout the ages, no one would laugh at the soldiers who died in battle, so today, this piece of ice is his battlefield.As long as you don't die, there's no reason to lie down.

The competition ended with his kneeling skating. The moment Du Qingshao heard the end of the soundtrack, his hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and he touched the ice surface with his palm.

Another set of programs.

It's finally over, and the first season of the adult group has finally come to a perfect end.

Du Qingshao sucked his nose with mixed feelings, knelt on the ice for a few seconds, and immediately cast his eyes towards a familiar direction outside the arena after he regained his composure. Turn around and run towards the exit.

He looked at his back in disbelief as he fled in a hurry, propped up his body that was about to fall apart, and slid to the front of the billboard.

"How can you two change so many things behind my back!?" The coach was so angry that he hit him on the head with a protective cover, "You kid even gave up your life just to fall in love?"

"I'm for the gold medal." He took the knife case, endured the pain and explained with a blank expression.

The referee was watching the playback video, and the score was being adjusted on the electronic screen. The difference between addition, subtraction and subtraction was only a few tenths of a point.

310.XX, the number in front has stabilized. Du Qingshao sat in the waiting area, looking at the characters that kept beating after the decimal point, he was so nervous that he held his breath.

The score finally stopped at 310.42.

The heart skipped a beat in vain, Du Qingshao looked at the straightforward and ruthless numbers on the electronic screen, bit his lower lip calmly, and seemed to acquiesce to the result very quickly.

With 310.42 points, he was overtaken by Himuro Nagakawa by 0.3 points.

It's only 0.3 points away. If any movement is more beautiful, this gold medal belongs to him.

"Are you okay?" Ye Feihong saw that he was silent for a moment, and patted him on the shoulder, "Actually, this result is very good for you. I never thought that you would be so close to the gold medal before the age of 20." .Also, see your limit clearly, don't think about it in the future..."

"I don't need you to comfort me." Du Qingshao interrupted him, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm and walked towards the way Luo Ming escaped.

But the moment he left the eyes of the media, his tears could no longer be hidden—he knew that he had really tried his best this time, from 20 points to 0.3, the result still remained the same.

When the last bit of remaining will was withdrawn from the body, only this overwhelmed body remained in consciousness.

My shoulder hurts so much, I really want to find a place to lean on for a while.The staff came and went in a hurry, looking at the unfamiliar faces, he leaned on the wall unwillingly, and walked towards the end of the passage at a faster pace.