summer monsoon

Ji Xinghui waited alone on the roof for a long time, but he didn't come back.

"Xingxing!" He heard Lin Fengliang shout from downstairs.

Ji Xing walked back down: "Why are you yelling after them, brother."

"let's go."

"Where are you going? There is no place to open the door on Christmas Eve."

Lin Fengliang threw the car keys to Ji Xinghui: "Take me to the ice rink, we met that."

"Now?"

"En." Lin Fengliang was suddenly very excited.

Ji Xing looked back at his child-like cheerful expression, lowered his head and smiled, and opened the car door.

"Come on, come up."

There was no one on the street on Christmas Eve, they were galloping through the night.The lush green trees are tangled with all kinds of colorful lights. Christmas in this country is always hot, which is far from the festive atmosphere with snow in the impression, but no one cares.Santa Claus still wears a red cotton suit with fringe and appears at the door of various buildings pulling a sleigh.

It was past 12 o'clock, and the shopping center was empty. Lin Fengliang dragged Ji Xing back to the basement floor.

Ji Xinghui took out the key and opened the door, only turning on the stage searchlight directly above the venue.Lin Fengliang looked at the ice skates in a cabinet, and quickly found his size and put them on.

"Hey, wait a minute, your leg..." Ji Xing pulled him back.

"I'm a professional athlete. Don't worry, it's fine if you don't do jumping." Lin Fengliang got on the ice and handed the phone to Ji Xinghui: "I have a lot of music in my phone, any one is fine."

Ji Xinghui connected his phone to the device, looked up at Lin Fengliang who was leaning on the side fence and said, "Carol of the bells. "Carol of the Bells""

Lin Fengliang nodded and turned around.

In an instant, Ji Xinghui suddenly felt Lin Fengliang's unfolding aura, and the overwhelming feeling of suffocation hit him instantly, and he unconsciously lowered his breath.

Lin Fengliang stomped casually, and swept to the center of the field like a gust of wind.

The stand lights were not turned on, and the huge ice rink was half submerged in darkness. Only the moon-white stage searchlight in the center of the venue turned the space into a faint blue. He stood alone in the middle, with his back to Ji Xing, and turned his head sideways. Eyelids half-drowned, hands hanging behind the back, sideways drawing a nice arc, the light reflected the broad outline of the side face.

The prelude of violin plucking sounded, he slowly raised his head and spread his slender arms.In the light, the fine dust flying around him looked like snow blown up by him.

Accompanied by the melodious and melodious sound of the violin, he began to glide at high speed. The empty field was like an ice field on a snowy night, and transparent wings seemed to grow out of his back, hovering lightly and nimbly in the snow.

The treble of the string music seemed to be as bright as piercing the darkness. He bent his left leg deeply and squatted down, his body leaned to the right, his right leg crossed from behind and straightened to the left, his whole body was lowered, almost lying on the ice, his arms fluttering Generally stretched out, with one hand slightly touching the ground, a nearly perfect horizontal glide.

Ji Xinghui recalled seeing the moment when the birds were preying on the water.

Amidst the music, Lin Fengliang blended into the quiet snowy night, the ice blade rubbed against the ice surface, he was getting faster and faster, and fine ice mist flew under his feet.

The high-pitched strings and the low-pitched strings intertwined. In the climax of tears, he lifted his right foot off the ground and started the final single-foot joint rotation. His expression was so fast that he couldn't see his expression clearly.Side geese followed by squatting followed by upright Bellman.His body gathers and opens, soft hips allow his right hand to go over his head and pull behind his head behind his raised right foot.The high-speed rotation lasts until the last second of the music.

When the music stopped, so did he, returning to the standing position, just like the beginning.Still turning his back to Ji Xinghui, his eyes were downcast sideways, with the sad night in his eyes.

Look down on all beings.

Lin Fengliang stepped on his right foot lightly, slid back to the sidelines, and smiled back at Ji Xing.

Ji Xinghui froze in place, re-examining the person in front of him.

Only now did he understand what Gu Rourou meant by world class.Lin Fengliang, who usually has no expression, no ideas, no likes and dislikes, must have poured all his emotions into such a cold space.Although the music had stopped, Ji Xinghui's brain was still buzzing and his palms were sweating.The indescribable beauty swept over with a shock like a mountain roar and a tsunami, which made him unable not to fall in love with it.It's too foul, no one can resist this kind of charm.

"Do you like it?" Lin Fengliang's fair face turned red.

"I like it." Ji Xing felt a little sad in his heart.He, Lin Fengliang, was pushed away by the crowd because of his beauty and strength, so he could only embrace himself alone, enjoying his sorrow and happiness alone.

"Happy birthday." Lin Fengliang said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know much about gift giving."

"I like it very much. I like it very much. This is the most beautiful gift I have ever received. It may also be the best gift in my life." Ji Xinghui gave the highest evaluation he could think of.

The best gift ever.Lin Fengliang suddenly felt an impulse from his heart, which spread to his whole body along the arteries.

He blurted out: "You come up too. Let's skate together." He invited Ji Xing back.

"Me? Forget it. At most, I can slide slowly in a straight line without falling down. Compared with your speed, it is probably the difference between an airplane and a wheelchair." Ji Xinghui said helplessly: "This movement is too artistic, not too suit me."

Lin Fengliang didn't know where his impulse came from.For too long, too long, no one stood on the ice with him.He was always alone, and he was afraid, afraid of everyone and everything.

But whether it's Antares or Ji Xinghui, he really wants to get close to the human temperature and live more like an ordinary human being.

Will dreams come true after a long time?Then keep doing it, just stay in this moment, and never wake up.

"Brother Xing, let's skate together."

"...You..." Ji Xinghui couldn't help it, his eyes seemed to be burning.

The moment Ji Xinghui changed his shoes and put on the ice, Lin Fengliang held his breath.

Ji Xinghui walked up to him cautiously, but found that he was shaking badly.

"What's wrong! The wind is cool? Are you not feeling well? Is it because your leg hurts?" Ji Xinghui panicked and supported him to the sidelines.

Lin Fengliang gasped: "I, I'm fine. It's just... I haven't skated with anyone for a long time. I'm not used to it." Lin Fengliang tried his best to restrain his trembling.He lowered his head and buried his face on Ji Xinghui's collarbone and took a deep breath, which smelled like bergamot.Ji Xinghui slowly stroked his back.Leaning against him like this, his breathing gradually became calmer. When he raised his head, Lin Fengliang saw the reflection in Ji Xing's eyes, and there seemed to be water vapor in his eye sockets.

Ji Xing recalled the gossip about Lin Fengliang that Gu Rourou showed him.

"Fengliang, it's true in the news that you always monopolize the ice rink?" He asked cautiously.

"Yes. When I am using the training ground, no one else can use it."

"Why? Why don't you want to practice with others?"

"I'm not unwilling, but I can't do it. I'm afraid. I'm too scared to move if someone is around." Lin Fengliang replied calmly. "When I was a kid, my mom got cut on her face and neck by a partner's skate. I was there."

Lin Fengliang recalled the tragic scene back then. He saw the bright red blood mist spraying out from his mother's chin and side neck, and the audience screamed.Mother fell on the ice, and the blood flowed into a small river.

"It's okay. I'll leave right away. Don't be afraid. It's okay." Ji Xinghui pushed him away and turned to leave.

Lin Fengliang stretched out his hand and grabbed his palm.That hand was the same as his, the palm was full of sweat, and the two hands instantly felt the tension of water, as if they were stuck together.

"Don't go." Lin Fengliang closed his eyes and opened them again. "I can't keep doing this. Can you stay with me?"

As if he was afraid that Ji Xinghui would not agree, he didn't wait for the other party's answer, and suddenly kicked his feet, pulling Ji Xinghui and galloping.

The skates slide across the ice and melt to form a water film that wraps around the blades and reduces friction.

The breeze during high-speed taxiing gave him the illusion of flying, Ji Xinghui was a little nervous and his body was a little stiff.Lin Fengliang turned his head, squeezed his hand, and whispered, "Don't be nervous, trust me. Relax your body."

Lin Fengliang's speed didn't slow down, and he grabbed his waist to help him master his balance.

Ji Xinghui felt that he couldn't see everything around him clearly, as if he was flying in the night sky.

Lin Fengliang pushed him out, and with his strength, he drew an arc in the field alone.Suddenly losing his sense of security, Ji Xinghui immediately turned his head to look at Lin Fengliang, only to see that he suddenly changed direction and slid backwards, drawing another half arc, and together they drew a complete circle.He met him, embraced him again, gradually slowed down, slowly spun twice and stopped in the field.

"It's so exciting!" Ji Xinghui said excitedly.

"Ji Xinghui, happy birthday." Lin Fengliang's voice trembled slightly.

"Thank you. I'm very happy." Ji Xing replied.

"Tell me happy birthday too." Lin Fengliang said.

"Huh? I'm telling you?" Ji Xinghui was a little puzzled, but he followed his words and said, "Happy birthday."

"Say it again with my name."

"Lin Fengliang, happy birthday."

"Thank you." Lin Feng smiled coldly.

Lin Fengliang took him off the ice skates together, went back to the sidelines, and took out the passport from the same pocket as the two of them.

Ji Xing saw that in the birthday column, it said December 12th.

"You? You Ming...is your birthday today?" Ji Xinghui was stunned, what kind of coincidence is this.

"Well, we were born on the same day." Lin Fengliang leaned on a chair by the court with his eyes closed.

"What's the same day, it's really an advantage. I'm four years earlier than you, kid." This time it was Ji Xinghui's turn to be embarrassed: "Oh, you didn't say it earlier... now I haven't prepared a gift for you. . . ”

"You didn't say it earlier. And... you have already given me a gift." Lin Fengliang didn't open his eyes, and replied lightly: "I just gave it to you. I really, really like it. It may be the best thing I've ever received in my life." Gift." He followed suit.

Ji Xing's nose felt a little sore.

"Lin Fengliang, this is not the best. It's just a very ordinary gift. I'll give you better ones in the future, okay?"

"it is good."

They sat in the front row of the stands, chatting in the dark.

"Is it hard to be a professional athlete?" Ji Xing asked him back.

"I'm used to it, I don't find it hard." Lin Fengliang replied: "The main problem is to overcome the shadow of failure. This is very important for all athletes."

Lin Fengliang counted many of his strange mistakes in various big and small competitions, as if talking about other people's affairs.

"Hey, wait a minute." Ji Xinghui interrupted him.

"Why do you keep talking about how you made mistakes and how you lost. Brag about yourself, tell me how you won, where you won, and who you won?"

"Ah?" Lin Fengliang was at a loss for words for a moment.how to win. . .Him, he doesn't really remember much.The post-match summary is always a summary of mistakes and lessons learned.The coach is always leading him to strive for excellence.

No one cared for a long time, how he won.

Ji Xing paid attention back.

"I don't really remember." Lin Fengliang replied honestly.

"Then next time you win, remember to tell me." Ji Xing returned to stroke his hair.

"it is good."