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But Dong Feihong quickly recovered from the strange emotions.

He asked, "Do you want your parents to watch the game?"

Chi Xiaochi's action of drinking soup.

Dong Feihong said gently: "I'll give them a call. This is your first game and they should come."

Since leaving Song, Dongge's relationship with his parents has gradually cooled down.

He became the country's winter song, but it is no longer the winter song of the winter family.

Later, Dongge was abolished, and it was the elderly couple who took him home and took good care of him.

Old and spleen tempered, they figured out a lot of things afterwards, but it was too late, and Dongge had completely enclosed himself.

They begged and beaten outside the barriers built by Dongge, hoping to open a door and rescue their son.

However, his parents, who had rarely praised him since he was a child, couldn't trust Dongge at all, let alone become the spiritual pillar of Dongge, but even made his gradually broken spirit more tense.

There was really no way, the parents sent Dongge to the nursing home with tears, and gave it to the professionals for care.

But what they brought back was a corpse that had been frozen in subzero temperature for dozens of hours.

Seeing her son's body, Dongmu collapsed.

She started watching the video of her son's game over and over.

The son ’s “doing nothing”, “ca n’t find a way out in the future”, and “doing a bad job when you get old”, have become the only spiritual sustenance for an elderly person who lost his independence after half a year .

What she likes most is the video where Dongge participated in the competition for the first time, but only won the fifth place because of nervousness.

The child inside was the closest to the winter song in her memory, silent, quiet, and a little shy in her eyes who longed for approval.

One day, she watched the video side by side with her husband again.

The woman seemed to think of something, her hair was slightly fluffy, her eyes were red and she turned to her husband: "... we didn't go to Xiaoge's game at the beginning?"

Time goes back to now.

Chi Xiaochi said: "... the competition place is in other cities, they will be too far away. Besides, they still have work."

Regarding the question posed by Chi Xiaochi, also known as Dongge, Dong Feihong asked, "Do you want them to come?"

Dongge's long soft eyelashes couldn't help twitching twice, hesitating, "... think."

Dong Feihong smiled: "Drink the soup. If you don't drink it, it will be cold."

"But they ..."

Dong Feihong gently interrupted him: "That's not a question you have to consider. Leave it to me and let me solve it, OK?"

Dong Ge looked up at him from the hot thermos flask, Xianxiu's clean eyebrows had faded a little vigilance and anxiety.

He nodded slowly, a smiley face blooming with little skill: "Okay."

Dong Ge's face was clearly in front of him, but when thinking of another soul in his body, Dong Feihong couldn't hold back the rising arc of his mouth.

He said, "Go back and think about what you want to eat this week, text me and tell me."

For the next three months, Chi Xiaochi had a very simple life. On the ice training, dance training, cultural studies, everything was arranged in a hurry and impatient manner.

He even thought about making an hour every day, watching the moonlight, watching the fireflies, watching the street lights, watching the fireworks in the distance, and his eyes flowed with those rays, sometimes thinking about something, sometimes not thinking about anything.

It has been a long time since the school ’s collective haircut last time, and his hair has stayed a lot longer, just to his shoulder.

As it happens, Iike Koike doesn't like to cut his hair.

He spent one afternoon in the mirror teaching Dongge how to comb the princess's head with long hair, and how to tie the ball head to make it strong and beautiful.

But when practicing dance or ice training, Chi Xiaochi will return his body to Dongge in full, and follow him crazy.

Dongge likes to train alone, especially when the competition is approaching, and often stays in the dance classroom late at night.

The metronome sounded the rhythm of four or four beats, bell, da, da, da, his feet on the plastic floor, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Sports schools have rules that allow parents in the city to visit the school.

Dong Feihong deliberately went to the school to apply, and obtained a temporary pass to visit Dongge training frequently.

He wasn't doing nothing when practicing winter songs.

He took out a sketchbook and used a carbon pen to outline a dancing villain on paper.

Dong Feihong said, "My uncle will draw a comic for you. I will give it to you on the day of the adult ceremony."

In the company of Dong Feihong, three months passed by.

I don't know how many mediations Dong Feihong conducted in it. On the eve of the game, Dongge is pleased to mention one of relatives and friends.

The skating rink cannot be operated by no one, so Dad chose to stay, and Dong Ma and Dong Feihong took the high-speed rail together to the venue in Beijing.

Dong Mom didn't stop her mouth along the way, constantly asking Dong Feihong about her performance in the Dongge culture class, and whether she would be admitted to a decent university when she came out of the sports school.

Dong Feihong had a good spleen, and comforted her, saying, "Winter Song has a good result and a good training result. Otherwise, how can the school make him a freshman who just attended sports school for six months to participate in such a large-scale competition?"

Dong Mom froze: "A student doesn't know how to learn. Skating is also fun, and that stuff can be eaten as a meal."

Dong Feihong's attitude is particularly mild: "Have you ever seen a figure skating competition?"

Mother Dong: "I watched it on TV, and the young man hugged and hugged him a bit, and the man was thrown out, and when he was stunned, the man landed. I said this is old and dangerous, so the old sharp ice skates, according to It was enough to scratch the body, this little calf would not listen. "

Dong Feihong followed the good temptation: "Dongge is going to race for the first time this time. If you don't understand the rules, the referee will look at it arbitrarily, and it will give you a blow. Isn't our Dongge a loser?"

Dong Ma's thinking went awry: "Bullying a foreigner?"

Dong Feihong strengthened a bit: "... there is no guarantee that the irregularities will happen."

Dongma's chicken blood slaps on it.

In her mind, the child she gave birth to, of course, she can bear freely, if she was bullied, she would not do it.

She took Dong Feihong's mobile phone, and opened the video above: "Uncle, tell me."

But attention was paid to attention, and Dongma didn't have any expectation for Dongge's victory on the field.

In her mind, Dongge is an unlucky child who walks around the ice rink, doing nothing, not thinking about studying at all.

As a result, during the group preliminary match, she saw the winter song sliding out of the preparation channel, and she immediately anxious: "How to wear so few wow. What about gloves? Scarves? This doesn't give arthritis to freeze."

As soon as Dongge appeared, it aroused the audience's discussion.

Someone on the right hand of Dong Feihong said, "It's a pretty boy."

His companion added: "It's like a child star."

As they described, because of the overall thinness, Dongge's appearance has long been out of the category of "cute", and it is quite classic. His temperament is very suitable for this blue and white tone Costen suit, with his neck locked. With a pale gold neck ring, a black hair was turned into a princess's head.

But the praise of the "Little Child Star" was given to Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi is not afraid of the media and flash, not to mention this qualifier is just a live webcast.

He slipped around the side of the field, doing a relaxing movement, and although he took a few deep breaths, his limb movement was obviously still the loose rhythm of Chi Xiaochi.

He looked up at the grandstand, but before he could locate Dong Feihong, he was asked by the referee to be in the center of the field.

The teenager slid into the field and made the initial movement of a swan leading his neck.

For his first song, he chose Yani's "Nightingale".

The commentary at the scene was performed by a retired figure skater and a commentator who is not first-class but has a good taste.

The commentator said, "Player No. 5 is in good shape."

The retired athlete nodded: "His self-confidence is quite rare and valuable in children of his age."

The commentator said, "No, just now two of the 12 or 3 year olds were numb, and they didn't even get the rhythm right."

The music sounded at first, the boy slid backwards, his hair was blown by the wind with ice, and followed him to spin.

The close-up of the camera gave Dongge's face.

There was no smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't seem dignified, stern or nervous. It seemed a bit of a whim, but this indifference exactly matched his performance temperament.

At first, the music was soothing, like a nightingale crowing. The sound of each step of his ice skate landing coincided with the beat, the dance steps were smooth, and the connection was like flowing water.

His eyes grew sorrowful, and he raised his hand slightly, as if pushing himself backwards.

The retired athlete recognized the action immediately, and it was hard to be surprised in his tone: "Waist down?"

That is indeed the most standard lower waist abdomen step, with both arms stretched and open to both sides in the most perfect and proper range. The combination of strength and softness is perfect, like a nightingale singing a long song.

As soon as the commentator wanted to say something, he saw that Dongge connected a jump movement very smoothly after Bao Bu.

Even a less-explained narrator can recognize this action: "... 2A?"

"... the lower waist abs stepped up to 2A, and the degree of completion was three or more."

The look of retired athletes looking at Dongge has changed.

...... Complete degree, but this child's understanding of the beauty and art of figure skating is completely at a different level than the young players who performed before.

He glanced down at the player profile.

... 11-year-olds are not experience, they are geniuses.

The teenagers on the field have begun to do swagger.

People who know how to slide the doorway are already surprised by the level of this unknown teenager, and even more excited are those who don't really understand.

In the eyes of these laymen, "beauty", "complex movements", and "multi-turns" are synonymous with technical awesomeness. Although Dongge did not use any difficult rotation motions, they were not enough to see them. The author did it very well.

At the end of the dance, Dongge raised his right hand and leaned towards the sky.

With the melodious sound of the piano, as if all moonlight fell on him.

After completing all the moves, applause rang out loudly, and Chi Xiaochi took a long breath before feeling tired.

It seemed like there was a piece of ice burning from his throat to his lungs, making him unable to tell whether it was hot or cold.

He bowed down, closed the curtain, and walked around the field to relax the tight muscles.

061 immediately regulated the muscles that kept secreting lactic acid, which completely prevented the occurrence of muscle soreness.

"It's hard work," he said.

Chi Xiaochi wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled to himself: "... we did a good job, didn't we?"

Dong Feihong remembered applauding as Dongge, but did not expect that the first one to jump up was Dong Dong, and he was so excited with his throat: "son! Son!"

Her shout was drowning in discussion and applause, but Chi Xiaochi still seemed to feel something and turned to look at the stands.

The face that seemed dissatisfied with everything was full of true joy at this time.

She waved her arms at Dongge, and Dongge was standing in place, looking up as if she was more than twenty years young and excited like a young girl's mother.

A few seconds later, he slowly pulled out a smiley face and waved at her.

At the same time, 061 received a message that made him somewhat unbelievable.

In the next second, the next message that came next surprised him even more: "Koike ..."

I see Koike.

The data panel in front of him lit up.

The target of the Raiders Lou Sifan, the favorability value increased by 8 points, and the regret value increased by 8 points.

... 061 means that he saw for the first time a spectacle in which the value of favorability and regret increased simultaneously.

Chi Xiaochi's attitude was calm: "I thought he would not see my game until the final live TV."

061: "Lou Sifan ..."

After Chi Xiaochi slipped into the exit passage, he took off his hair ring and took off the scum on his hair: "First of all, the value of favorability does not necessarily mean love; and the value of remorse does not necessarily mean that he is reflecting on his own fault."

061 nodded.

Chi Xiaochi said, "One of the reasons why he uses He Changsheng as Baiyueguang is that this type of person can meet his appetite."

061 agrees with the judgment of Iike Koike.

For someone like Lou Sifan who loves to play the savior to show his mother's feelings, this kind of bullied, a little cool and a little artistic temperament is right to his taste, and it can easily make him want to protect.

Whether it is Li Changsheng, Zhang Changsheng or Dong Changsheng, it is the same.

061 asked: "That remorse ..."

Chi Xiaochi Yile: "One of the reasons why he uses He Changsheng as Baiyueguang is that although he is a genius, he is not slippery."