Reborn in the arms of a wealthy rival [Transmigration Book]

Wen Zheng was awakened by the aroma of maple syrup, he fell into a deep sleep, and unexpectedly dreamed of a little prank he played against Yi Chengyun in college.

After opening his eyes, there was still only darkness in front of him, but he unexpectedly discovered that the sound of "chirping" birds, the rustling of leaves blown by the wind, and the rubbing of Yi Chengyun's shoes on the carpet came from outside. clearer than ever.

Stretching, Wen Zheng sniffed, his brows and eyes frowned: "Cream muffins?"

Seeing Wen Zheng turned his head, Yi Chengyun almost thought that he could already see, forcibly suppressed his rising and sinking heart, raised his hand and scratched his chin: "Little greedy cat, go brush your teeth and wash your face first."

Wen Zheng was led to the bathroom, and felt that Yi Chengyun was sticking behind him, holding his hands, and said awkwardly, "I'll do the washing myself."

Yi Chengyun looked at him in the mirror: "It's okay, I'm free today."

Lying in his arms, Wen Zheng puffed up his face, before he could make a sound, he heard the person behind him say, "Open your mouth."

The soft bristles of the toothbrush rubbed against the tip of his tongue, Wen Zheng's body involuntarily went limp, and he couldn't tell if Yi Chengyun was doing it intentionally or not.

"You go out." Wen Zheng couldn't take it anymore after finishing the scan with difficulty: "You can't watch the next one."

Sensors are installed in every corner of the bathroom. Although Wen Zheng is invisible to the eyes, he moves slowly and there is no other inconvenience.

Taking care of himself carefully, he groped to open the door, and heard Yi Chengyun's voice beside him: "Let's have breakfast."

Reassuredly handing over to the man, Wen Zhengshun sat down at the table with him, licked his lips, raised his head and asked, "Are you feeding me?"

Yi Chengyun said without hesitation, "Okay."

Originally, he was just teasing him casually, but Wen Zheng didn't expect that this person would take it seriously, so on a whim, he raised his hand to touch his face without thinking.

Yi Chengyun: "Huh?"

Wen Zheng felt his fingertips brushing over Yi Chengyun's eyebrows, nose, and lips, trying to imagine that person's appearance in his mind, and replied with a light smile: "I want to touch and see what's different about you today."

The two were very close, and their breaths were entangled with each other. Yi Chengyun could count his distinct eyelashes; when he looked down a little, he could vaguely see the eyelashes under the collar of his unbuttoned collar. Saw a few lovely "little hibiscus".

Really no sense of crisis.

The appearance of Wen Zheng last night suddenly appeared in Yi Chengyun's mind. The usually proud knight hugged him tightly again and again, and said in a steamy voice, "I want to feel you."

Swallowing, Yi Chengyun rationally warned himself that he was not thinking about this, so he held the man's groping hand with one hand, and said patiently in a hoarse voice: "Don't make trouble, eat breakfast well."

After finishing speaking, he conveniently picked up Wen Zheng's shirt, Yi Chengyun liked to leave a "mark" on his little husband, but he was the only one who could see it.

Wen Zheng put his hand on his, shook his head and said, "I'll do it myself, don't you have to go to work?"

Right now, more than an hour has passed before the usual time for work, Yi Chengyun cut a piece of muffin, carefully spread maple syrup and butter on it, brought it to his mouth, and said lightly: "Hey, I'll go after you finish eating."

Wen Zheng lowered his head and swallowed, sweet syrup and rich butter swept his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then I will eat by myself tomorrow."

He knew that this was Yi Chengyun's thoughtfulness, and once in a while he took it as a joke, he didn't want to be treated as a canary who couldn't take care of himself.

Yi Chengyun watched him finish eating, wiped his mouth with a tissue, glanced out the window, and asked, "Would you like to go outside for a walk? The weather is fine."

Wen Zheng wondered why he didn't rush at all today, so he nodded and answered, "Okay."

The two of them clasped their fingers together and walked on the grass in the garden. Zeus circled around them happily. Yi Chengyun looked at Wen Zheng who lowered his head to touch his pet dog. After thinking twice, he said in a deep voice: "I have something to tell you explain."

Wen Zheng squatted next to Zeus, noticed something was wrong with his voice, turned his head and asked, "So serious?"

Yi Chengyun thought about it: "Yesterday you said that Salvador's condition is not right." He stopped immediately when he saw Wen Zhengshun's dog-haired hand, and then said: You are right, someone has tampered with in the racecourse. Still checking the target.However, if I'm not mistaken, the main envoy may be the Qin family.Including the last time your father went to the racecourse to make trouble, they were the ones behind it. "

Wen Zheng straightened up and murmured: "The Qin family?"

Yi Chengyun took a deep breath: "I remember that you disliked the brothers of the Qin family earlier, did any unpleasant things happen?"

"It's hard to say clearly." During this period of time, Wen Zheng devoted himself to preparing for the game, but he didn't expect that he had secretly become a target: "You know, because I am the child of Xiaosan, they have always disliked me. But when it comes to disputes involving interests, the impression No." Wen Zheng paused, and when he mentioned the Qin family, he couldn't help but think of his past life, and added: "The people who hate me the most are not the two brothers Qin Dong, but the old man of the Qin family. It is said that when Qin Jiao died of illness, he He blamed himself very much, thinking that if he hadn't advocated a commercial marriage with the Wen family, his daughter would not have died."

These alone are not enough for the Qin family to do everything possible to frame Wenzheng, and even kill him. Yi Chengyun had a speculation in his heart, and replied: "So that's the case. Anyway, in order to take precautions, I will send more bodyguards to the racecourse during this period. .”

Wen Zheng was rarely obedient, and said, "I see, I'm not a three-year-old."

After sending Yi Chengyun away from home to go to the company, Wen Zheng slowly returned to the study by touching the wall. He asked for the contact information of a foreign blind rider through his coach yesterday, and sent him a sincere email asking for advice.

But before checking the reply, he took a few deep breaths and dialed the number of the Equestrian Association: "Hello, is this the assistant to the chairman, Ms. Chen?"

The other end of the phone replied: "Yes, we received a report about your injury yesterday, how is your eye condition now?"

"Thank you for your concern," Wen Zheng changed his subject without intending to waste time, "Because I don't know when I will recover my sight, I would like to ask the association to let another rider take my place in the team. Because I can't be the captain right now. I don't want to drag down the team's preparations for the Olympics, so I'm very sorry."

He thought about this issue last night. He understood the urgency of time better than anyone else, so he simply proposed it.

Apart from emotional factors, this is a way to achieve the best of both worlds, allowing Wen Zheng to prepare for the individual competition with peace of mind, without delaying the training of the players.

"Understood, the association deeply regrets this, and wishes for a speedy recovery." There was an obvious sigh on the other end of the phone: "Considering your special situation, we had a meeting to discuss it yesterday, thank you for your support for our work."

"Thank you," Wen Zheng cleared his throat: "Except, I will discuss with the coach as soon as possible to formulate a future training plan, and then report to the association together, and then make a public statement, hoping to continue to participate in the competition."

The person on the other side sounded extremely surprised: "Are you going to continue competing?"

Wen Zheng said calmly: "Yes, in the International Grand Prix, disabled riders have the same chance to compete, please treat me as an ordinary rider."

Hanging up the phone, Wen Zheng seemed to let go of a big stone in his heart, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the blind rider had replied a long email, describing in detail how a rider with visual impairment should conduct equestrian training.

Not only that, she mentioned in the email: "If you want, we can have an online conversation. I will be very happy if I can answer the problems you encounter. There are not many disabled riders in the world today. performance can inspire more people.”

Excitedly expressing his gratitude to the other party, Wen Zheng took note of the key points in the email, and kept describing the training scene in his mind, wishing to grow wings and fly to the racecourse, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the corridor, followed by a familiar voice: " What are you so happy about?"

"You came back so early." Wen Zheng didn't pay attention to the time, stood up briskly, and raised his hand to signal: "Don't move, I'll walk over."

Yi Chengyun lowered his raised hand slowly, holding his breath, watching him with his eyes closed, stepping on the carpet with bare feet, approaching cautiously step by step, unable to tell what he was nervous about.

The moment his fingertips touched the suit jacket, Wen Zheng's face lit up instantly, and he threw himself into his arms: "Look, I've caught you."

"It's amazing." Yi Chengyun stroked his hair with one hand: "What reward do you want?"

"I want to go to the racecourse after dinner," Wen Zheng raised his head, and it was no surprise that he received an affirmative answer. The two walked downstairs together, and then said casually: "By the way, I applied to the Equestrian Association in the morning to withdraw from the team competition." , they approved."

Yi Chengyun looked at him, and tentatively asked: "It's just you and me here, you can vent it however you want, don't hold it back."

Wen Zheng joked, "I scolded you before you came back. Seriously, I kind of want to go to the Far East with you to drive tanks again."

Yi Chengyun opened the dining chair for him: "I will accompany you at any time."

The two sat down at the table, and Wen Zheng's favorite lunch was steak with red wine. He smiled and said, "Yes, the Grand Slam is my goal. It's really a pity that I missed this time. However, there is no age limit for equestrian competitions. I think I can ride until I am 90 years old. When I see it again, there will definitely be opportunities in the future.” After speaking, he said to himself: “It’s not like I haven’t experienced worse.”

Yi Chengyun raised his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

When he regained his senses, Wen Zheng shook out the memories of his past life that occasionally flashed through his mind, and smiled: "It's okay, I'm a little hungry."

Not wanting to force him, Yi Chengyun didn't ask, but remembered the drunken words Wen Zhenghong said on the night of their wedding: "I don't have a family" "Aren't you all trying to use me?"

Wen Zheng's voice interrupted Yi Chengyun's meditation: "Why don't you speak?"

Rubbing his forehead, Yi Chengyun said absent-mindedly: "I'm thinking of a surprise for you later, I don't know if I'm ready."

Wen Zheng pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm really looking forward to it."

Wen Zheng talked a lot during lunch, and Yi Chengyun listened carefully, occasionally answering a sentence or two.After the meal, the two took a lunch break. Wen Zheng was gently awakened by him, and he heard him say: "Changing clothes, let's go for a walk to the racecourse. I know that you won't be at ease until you see your war horse."

The two of them walked to the gate of the racecourse, and Wen Zheng heard that the racecourse seemed to be noisier than usual, with the noise of cars, horseshoes and people.

"You're here." Pei Siyu ran out from inside, greeted Yi Chengyun politely, and said, "I just found out that the Equestrian Association asked the three of them to train at the new team's horse farm. Are you okay?"

"It's pretty good," Wen Zheng said relaxedly knowing that Siyu was referring to his three former teammates, "I didn't expect the action from above to be so fast."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard several pairs of footsteps approaching. The oldest of the three, Na Ren, spoke first: "Wen Zheng, it's good to see you. You look good."

Nodding in the direction of the voice, Wen Zheng stretched out his hand generously, and said sincerely: "Come on, you guys, we will cooperate again when we have a chance."

The three ex-teammates all knew that he offered to quit the team and shook hands with him in turn to say goodbye, especially the youngest Wen Yuqing, her eyes were red when she hugged Wen Zheng: "You will definitely get better, and we will see you later on the field. "

Wen Zheng joked: "Absolutely, I won't show mercy when the time comes, so don't relax."

After exchanging greetings with a few people, Yi Chengyun led Wen Zheng to the stable, and when there were only two people around, Fang Ruo asked casually, "Are you familiar with Miss Wen?"

"It's okay, maybe children are more emotional." Among the three teammates, Wen Zheng was more familiar with the other two, and he realized it later and squeezed Yi Chengyun's palm: "Aren't you jealous of the little girl?" Right? She has a boyfriend, although I haven't seen one."

Yi Chengyun noticed that Miss Gang Wen's complexion didn't look very good, but he didn't want to distract Wen Zheng, so he said calmly, "That's good."

"I heard the sound of a horse," followed by the smell of hay in the air. Knowing that he had approached the stable, Wen Zheng unconsciously quickened his pace: "Help me see, are they all right?"

Seeing the two owners, several horses poked their heads out of the fence one after another, flicking their long manes back and forth.

"They miss you very much and are calling you over." Yi Chengyun brought Wen Zheng to Salvador, gently held his hand, and put it on the horse's forehead: "Do you feel it?"

"Well," Wen Zheng felt the temperature of the black horse in his palm, and Wen Zheng's eyes sparkled, he leaned forward a little bit, and rubbed his forehead against the horse's forehead: "I miss you very much, too."

While comforting Salvador, Wen Zheng heard Yi Chengyun walking next to him, turned his head and asked, "Is it Martha's voice?"

"Yes," Yi Chengyun fed a carrot into Martha's mouth, and said with a smile, "Her hair has grown back, like a little princess in a snowflake robe."

"Let me touch it." Wen Zheng patted Salvador's neck, grabbed Yi Chengyun's hand, and touched Martha's mane with the other hand, and said sincerely: "She must be very beautiful now."

Yi Chengyun took a deep look at him, and said gently: "There is a new friend, let's meet her together, shall we?"

"New friend?" Wen Zheng's curiosity was aroused: "Is he here?"

"Yes," Yi Chengyun quietly opened the guardrail next to him: "Let's say hello."

The dry grass made a slight "clicking" sound. Wen Zheng pricked up his ears, trying to distinguish the "little friend" walking towards him. Suddenly, his breath tightened: a piece of soft and cool "cotton candy" touched his The fingertips were delicate and familiar to the touch, and the top of the fluffy head arched directly into his palm.

"Hello," Wen Zheng stretched his brows and eyes, squatted down slowly, as if meeting a childhood playmate, he stretched out his hand and asked, "What's your name?"

Young riders all start to learn equestrianism by riding this kind of pony. Before he was ten years old, Wen Zheng's best friend was an American pony.

"The little girl doesn't have a name yet," Yi Chengyun knelt down beside him, "Wait for you to name her."

"Let me think about it, what is her color?" Wen Zheng hugged the pony, which was only half his height, its fluffy mane was soft and warm, like an angel kissing his hand: "Huh? Is there something on her back?"

"It's a gift for you." Yi Chengyun rubbed the soft fur on the pony's head: "She has two colors on her body, the color of her body fur is like melted caramel, and her four hooves are as black as crawling out of a coal pit. "

Wen Zheng touched something on the horse's back, like a small box, took it off and shook it by his ear: "What is it?"

Yi Chengyun encouraged: "Open it and have a look."

Wen Zheng simply sat on the ground, focused on unwrapping the "gift", and asked uncertainly, "This is...sunglasses?"

Yi Chengyun explained: "This is the 'Elf Eye'. After wearing it, you can come to the racecourse by yourself, take the horse for a walk, and go anywhere."

Wen Zheng didn't know that what he was holding was the world's first "artificial intelligence vision system to replace the human eye" product. In addition to the functions of ordinary smart glasses, the "Elf Eye" can help blind people avoid obstacles, identify objects, locate, Navigation... enables the visually impaired to travel as well as the able-bodied.

"Come and try?" Yi Chengyun helped him put it on: "Can you hear the prompt?"

Wen Zheng nodded while listening: "Well, it's telling me how many steps the fence is away from me, and the color of the clothes you're wearing today..."

With a sigh of relief, Yi Chengyun stood up and tried to reach out to him: "Want to get up? Grab my hand."

There was a reminder of the approaching distance from the earphones. Wen Zheng raised his hand half-believingly, and leaned forward a little bit, like a child seeing the world for the first time. Amid the louder and louder heartbeat, he firmly held Yi Chengyun's long hair. Calloused palms, let out a long breath: "Okay."

"There is another easter egg." Yi Chengyun put the pony's reins in Wen Zheng's hand: "She is a guide horse."

He knew that Wen Zheng didn't like being overprotected, so he specially added double insurance.

Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

As far as he knows, the maintenance and training of guide horses are expensive, and there is no market for them.

"When Martha had problems with her eyes, I wanted to find her a friend." Yi Chengyun brought the horse brush and saddle over and said, "When you see it again, we can give her to those in need." people, or stay at the racecourse."

"Sounds good," Wen Zheng led the pony back and forth in the stable several times, clapping his hands together: "It's decided, her name is Wen Xiaoyi, I'll call her Xiao Yiyi."

Yi Chengyun: Was it on purpose?

In the warm afternoon sun, the two seemed to be back in high school. They prepared the horses together, put on new jackets for the two war horses, and went outside for a short ride together.

It was not until Yi Chengyun reminded him that the sky was getting dark that Wen Zheng reluctantly bid farewell to the horses. On the way home, he was led by Yi Chengyun with his left hand and Wen Xiaoyi with his right: "I want to bring Xiao Yiyi back I don't know if she likes the stables in the garden."

Yi Chengyun is still trying to get used to the name "Xiao Yiyi", and on the surface remains calm: "I think Zeus and her will become good friends."

"I think so too." Feeling the people around him stop suddenly, Wen Zheng wanted to turn his head and ask "what's the matter", when he heard a prompt: X meters ahead, there is a man with a height of X meters.

"Your grandpa is in front of our house." Looking at the old man in front of the gate, Yi Chengyun pulled Wen Zheng closer, and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to talk to him, I'll let the bodyguards take care of it."

Frowning, Wen Zheng's impression of this old man remained at the last time the other party hit Yi Chengyun with a cane and "broken his bones": "What is he here for?"

"It's back." Wen Zheng's grandfather—Wen Chao, leaning on a cane, turned around tremblingly, and forced a smile on his face: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

At an octogenarian age, when it was time to enjoy life in peace, Wen Chao had no choice but to visit the younger generation in a low voice for his son who was in custody.

Before the two came back, he had already grinded in front of the door for half an hour, his legs and feet could hardly move. When he saw them, he seemed to be saved: "Family, let's go in and catch up."

Noticing Wen Zheng's expression from the corner of his eye, Yi Chengyun said, "Prepare a wheelchair for Mr. Wen, and wait in the living room."

After finishing speaking, he led Wen Zheng and walked past the embarrassed-looking old man without saying a word.

"I'm with you," the two returned to the house, changed their clothes, Wen Zheng took his hand: "I want to make a settlement."

Yi Chengyun patted his hand: "Okay."

When they came down from upstairs, Wen Chao was holding a suet jade white porcelain cup in both hands, sipping the magnolia incense just picked up.

Seeing the two of them coming down, Wen Chao put down his teacup, and seemed to have regained some of his patriarchal demeanor, pretending to say: "I didn't like Yulan Xiang before, but the taste is not bad."

The two of them did not answer in tacit agreement, and sat down quietly opposite him. Yi Chengyun said calmly, "Then, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Grandpa is having a hard time recently," Wen Chao wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, "The Wen family mansion has been sealed off, the son is in the detention center, the whereabouts of the eldest grandson are unknown, and the most promising little grandson is left." Wen Zheng took a look, choked up and said, "Don't pay attention to me."

Wen Zheng's voice could not detect emotion: "You really don't know why?"

Compared with his son, Wen Chao has experienced more wind and rain after all, pretending not to understand his voice, and continued: "Two days ago, I found out in the news that you can't see, do you know how heartbroken Grandpa is? Have you ever heard of it? I thought about it, if you can forgive your father, you can let go of your sins, and maybe it will be good for your eyes."

"I think it's you who should let go of your obsessions." Wen Zheng was surprised that his heart didn't fluctuate. He probably understood Wen Chao's purpose, as if he was talking about a stranger: "As for the father, it just proved one thing, you didn't What is taught to a son, the law will teach him."

Wen Chao clenched his fists, unable to distinguish the sincerity in his words: "Grandpa knew that he treated you badly in the past, and remembering how I treated you like that, he regretted it so much that he couldn't sleep every night. Didn't you often say that you want family members, blood is thicker than water , your family is here, waiting for you to turn back."

The room was quiet, Yi Chengyun saw that Zheng didn't speak for a while, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

"Thank you for reminding me that when I was five years old, I was crying and begging you to hug me, but you kicked me away and said that I was not worthy of being a third child. Similar things have been repeated in Wen's family for more than 20 years." Although Wen Zheng couldn't see Yi Chengyun's hand, he raised the corner of his mouth, nodded to the people around him, and continued: "It's a pity that I'm not a child anymore. You came here not because of guilt, but because you want to kidnap me again with family affection. But You forgot, the Wen family never gave me this kind of thing, so naturally I don't have to return it. "

Wen Chao's wrinkled face showed a hint of gloom: "Thinking of your family's life, can you feel at ease?"

Wen Zheng laughed with relief: "Of course you can, and you will even gradually forget the insignificant people. I wish you a long life, so that you can see me gain more glory in the future, and remind you repeatedly that you are only to blame for what you are today. "

Not letting go of the hatred that could not be hidden in Wen Chao's eyes, Yi Chengyun gave Zhou Jun who was waiting by the side a wink, half polite and half warning: "Since the words are clear, if Mr. Lost, maybe you should leave."

Looking coldly at the pale-faced Wen Chao being pushed out of the living room, Yi Chengyun patted Wen Zheng's back and comforted him softly: "He's gone, and he won't bother you again in the future."

"Well," Wen Zheng blinked like chasing a series of foot wraps and finally made it to the end, "I want to see Xiao Yiyi."

Yi Chengyun felt relieved: "She is playing with Zeus in the garden, can you go there by yourself? I want to make a call."

Wen Zheng didn't think much about it: "Okay."

When his figure disappeared outside the door, Yi Chengyun lowered his face, stood up and walked out quickly.

Intercepting Wen Chao who was sent to the gate, Yi Chengyun's eyes were completely different from those when he was facing Wen Zheng, and he said coldly, "I know the secret of Wen Zheng's life experience," seeing the wonderful expression on the other's face. Responding, he knew that his guess was right, he leaned down, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If I were you, I would persuade your son to confess his crime as soon as possible, after all, for him, it is safer inside than outside. Also, remember What you said just now is not just a warning."

On the other side of the villa, Wen Zheng, who was playing Frisbee with Xiao Yiyi and Zeus in the garden, knew nothing about it, and his mind was full of training plans for tomorrow...

With the help of intelligent visual aids, Wen Zheng has overcome most of the inconveniences in life. Unfortunately, as a rider, it is not that simple to completely cross the gap of visual impairment

The standard dressage competition venue is 60X20 meters, which are divided into areas by letters at specific distances. Riders need to remember the letters of the count, each line, and the distance between each point. It is required to change an action every other letter.

In the invisible situation, Wen Zheng only relies on his memory, counting silently in his heart, and cooperating with the coach's prompts, to write down every point where he needs to change his movements.

In addition, there is a bigger problem. He can't find out the lack of riding posture by watching the training video like before. He has to re-explore a set of methods to keep himself straight and control his jumping power and softness.

After the new round of training, Pei Siyu had lunch with Wen Zheng as usual, and asked worriedly, "Are you sure you want to participate in the exhibition game next month?"

"I'm sure." Wen Zheng said calmly: "It's a good thing to clearly recognize the gap."

Pei Siyu didn't say "in case there is a drop in your performance compared to your past", and encouraged: "I think you performed very well."

The venue of the exhibition race was half a day's drive away from them. After Wen Zheng and his team arrived, the riders he knew came over to say hello to him one after another, and some juniors secretly sent him flowers to express their respect.

"Don't they know that you have to prepare?" He rushed to the rest tent before the start of the match. Yi Chengyun thought he threw away a few bouquets of roses silently, and his face was not very good: "They should come back after the match."

"You're right," Wen Zheng suppressed a smile, "I'm going to concentrate on preparing, you go out too, anyway, no one dares to come in when they see you."

Yi Chengyun: ...

Skilled in preparing the horses, Wen Zheng only brought two horses, Salvador and Jelly, to the race this time, and each horse had two rounds of competition opportunities.

Hearing the announcement of getting ready to go on the field, Wen Zheng took the horse, recalled in his mind the blind rider who asked for advice and said to him: "They said that I can see on the horse, the secret is that you have to learn to get rid of all distracting thoughts after riding the horse, Engage all remaining senses to connect with the horse."

Many spectators had seen the news that Wen Zheng insisted on participating in the competition after he lost his sight. As soon as he appeared on the stage, there was overwhelming applause.

Wearing a pure black top hat and a long tuxedo, Wen Zheng raised his hand to express his gratitude with a personable demeanor.

Blind people are more sensitive to sound, which is a double-edged sword in the arena. Wen Zheng can tell the horse's state through the horse's breathing and hooves, and at the same time, he can hear the whispers of the nearby audience: "Is he really all right? "It has an influence."

Surrounded by various sounds, Wen Zheng rode his horse to the center of the arena, stood still and saluted, and then the performance began: shortening the slow walk, turning the hind legs laterally, pashaqi...

The voice of discussion disappeared unconsciously, and the eyes of the audience widened: Wen Zheng's footwork changes gracefully and calmly, indistinguishable from that of a healthy rider.

"85.936"

After the score came out, not only the audience in the arena was boiling, but Wen Zheng himself was shocked: he was only one point away from his own all-time high score!

Riding back under the guidance of the staff, while Wen Zheng was happy, a strong thought came to his mind: never before did he want to see Yi Chengyun's appearance so much.

The author has something to say: 1. The functions of visual aids refer to "Angel Eyes"/"Kepler Lens"

2. The experience of blind riders quoted in this article comes from an interview with Niaylor, a British blind female rider

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 Nanliang;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Qiuqiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!