wipe the ice and fire

I have to admit that even though Luo Ming is not an experienced choreographer, he is definitely a mature artist.In order to protect the little boy's poor self-esteem, Ye Feihong never mentioned this matter to the outside world, but he didn't expect that he would see through it in just half a day.

Du Qingshao rushed outside the gymnasium without looking back, the glare of the sun pierced his eyes, his body was still sweating, and goose bumps all over his body when the wind blew.

He threw himself into the warm grass and pulled out the grass at hand to vent his anger. The poor grass was soon bald.

He was only five years old when he first came into contact with figure skating. The first coach, who was a friend of his father, discovered his talent in jumping and encouraged him to pursue a professional path.

On this point, he really lived up to everyone's expectations. Even if he could not be called a genius, he was by no means an idler.But as he grew older, he also gradually realized the fact that figure skating is not a simple sport.

Naturally lacking a sense of music, in order not to let others see the problem, he needs to put in more effort than others to rehearse a complete program.

Suddenly, a weight fell from his body, and a jacket with a familiar smell fell from the sky, covering his back and head.Du Qingshao shook his shoulders, poked his head out of his clothes, and saw Luo Ming standing on the path outside the grass with his hands behind his back.The blond hair and face were dizzy by the sun's rays, so white that they shone directly into his eyes.

Just after laughing at others for not knowing how to skate, he was caught instead. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Looking at Luo Ming's icy blue eyes, he also felt full of ridicule and sarcasm, so he yelled angrily, "What are you looking at!"

Luo Ming pointed to the small sign on the side of the road: "It says that stepping on the lawn is forbidden, don't make trouble with the little life."

The piece of lawn in his hand had already been plucked and bald. Hearing his irrelevant bullshit made him even more angry, he jumped up from the ground and confronted him: "Did Ye Feihong tell you about this?" thing?"

"He never mentioned it to me. I discovered the problem myself." Luo Ming explained seriously, "Sorry, my actions just now were not malicious."

"You know in your heart whether there is any malice, as long as you are happy, don't worry about my life!" He turned and walked away quickly.

Luo Ming had to run a few steps before following him: "Actually, I can understand how you feel. People will always encounter many setbacks and difficulties in their lives, and even leave psychological shadows..."

"I hate hearing these things from others." Du Qingshao angrily interrupted his magic spell, "If Chicken Soup for the Soul works, why would so many people commit suicide by jumping off the building?"

After yelling this sentence, he didn't know where the energy came from, his nose was sour, and his eyes gradually blurred.He bit his lower lip unwillingly, looked around, and ran to the wall in a hurry, propped up his feet with his little hands, and stood upside down against the wall.

The scene in front of him became distorted and abstract, Du Qingshao was immersed in his own world, completely oblivious to Luo Ming's red eyes, standing where he was, looking at him curiously and helplessly.

He took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, and forced back the tears that were almost bursting out of his eyes.I don't know how long he lasted, his arms began to feel sore.After persisting for a while, he tremblingly fell off the wall and landed on both feet.

Luo Ming hasn't left yet, it seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal, and insists on explaining the matter clearly.Du Qingshao didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but was blocked again, and stood at the entrance of the gymnasium, confronting him a few meters away.

The sunlight was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes, and it became the best tool to conceal their emotions.Luo Ming narrowed his icy blue eyes, seeming to be deep in thought.

After standing for ten minutes, the cell phone in Du Qingshao's pocket rang, finally breaking the deadlock.The words "Express takeaway" were marked on the caller ID. He thought about it, and it might be the book that Ye Feihong said his mother sent him.

Although he doesn't like reading books, he remembered that it was a gift from his family. He pressed the answer button and said a few words to the courier brother, and put down his phone with a smile: "My mother came to deliver books to me. I'm in a good mood now." , don't bother me."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.Of course, it is impossible for mother to come.She is a strong business woman, and now she is the manager of the largest ice rink chain in the country. Except when she comes to meet at the beginning of the season, she usually doesn't see her. She leaves him in the club's dormitory, pays for her monthly living expenses, and chats on WeChat.

But Du Qingshao was very satisfied, chatted with the courier brother at the door, picked up the heavy cardboard box and walked back.

It was stuffed to the brim, with popular world classics and Chicken Soup for the Soul that you could tell from the name. Du Qingshao didn't even bother to unpack them, but just took them out and put them on the bookshelf.Finally, there is a book in the bottom of the box, which is a little dusty to the touch.

He took it out and shook it, and found that the curve plus math "Five-Year College Entrance Examination, Three-Year Simulation, and Ten-Year Finale" was as thick as a brick.

There is also a postcard inside, which is written by his mother, telling him not to be too slack even if his studies are suspended now, and to relax by doing some questions during the break.

Knowing the child is better than the mother, this ugly purple thing is indeed the thing Du Qingshao is most interested in in the whole box of books.He has been good at mathematics since he was a child, and he has won the grand slam of the elementary and middle school Olympiad. Taking advantage of his freshness, he opened the book obediently to find a question, and pondered over the answer.

Luo Ming seemed to have gone back to the hotel to rest, and he was nowhere to be seen at night.After the night training was over, the coach dragged him to the office.Du Qingshao's heart skipped a beat, and he wondered if it was this foreign little golden retriever who would sue first.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feihong pointed to the big brown cardboard box on the desk, and said that Luo Ming had already explained to him what happened during the day, and found that he liked it very much. To express his apology, he bought a big box of books and told him The coach must hand it over to him.

"Today is not World Book Day..." Du Qingshao was almost speechless, and he didn't know which eye he saw that he "loved".

Ye Feihong said again: "It's not a bad thing for him to find out that you have a problem with your sense of music. Get in touch with him, maybe you can make up a program that suits you best."

"Understood." He picked up the cardboard boxes irritably, threw them aside as soon as he returned to the dormitory, and took a comfortable bath.

But there is only such a small space in the room, and he usually doesn't like to organize things, which makes the space even more cramped. When he came out of the shower, he found that the wardrobe door couldn't be opened.

Helpless, he could only put on his clothes casually, put the box on the table, picked up the knife in the pen holder, and hurriedly took it apart.There are not many things inside, only two sets of beautifully packaged books.

One set is "Bookworm" Level [-], with a total of eight books, which is suitable for the third year of high school; the other set is Chicken Soup for the Soul with an abstract cover, all of which are bilingual in Chinese and English.

Du Qingshao glanced at it and stuffed it directly on the bookshelf.I was about to go out to throw away the cardboard box, and when I picked up the empty box, another piece of hard cardboard floated out of it.

It seems to be Luo Ming's handwriting, written in very delicate italics——Hopeyoucanlivethebooksays.

Looking at the card alone, he was still a little confused, and he turned his head to look at the bookshelf. There were three book suits sitting in rows on it, and the delicate spines were facing him.

"How to Think Like an Adult," "The Art of Speaking," "Life's a Winner."

Du Qingshao repeated it several times in his mouth, suddenly his eyes stopped, he pounded the table and cursed loudly.

The sudden ridicule made the little boy who was already frustrated with his self-esteem worse, and was so angry that he almost tore the book into pieces.