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The next few days will be busier than expected. After the physical fitness test, an analysis report should be issued as soon as possible. According to the physical fitness differences of different athletes, the standards for some events should be revised. The training plan for the next month must also be formulated based on the physical conditions of the athletes. rehabilitation program.

There are almost no athletes without sports injuries. In the field of swimming, erector spinae strains, elbow joint injuries, and wrist bone dislocations are all very common. Every day in the water cannot be cured, and even accompany them for a lifetime. This is their vain challenge. The price and glory of their own limits.What the rehabilitator needs to do is to use the most scientific medical methods to improve the athletes' injuries to the greatest extent, and if necessary, they must also fully guarantee their pre-match psychology to achieve the best competition state.

Yao An also had contact with some athletes at work before, but they were all treated individually. This was the first time that Yao An officially participated in the entire rehabilitation plan before a sports team.

The last male athlete he was in charge of today was named Lin Qiao. He came to them after training and said that the back of the calf and heel still hurt a little.

At that time, they all started to pack their things and turn off the lights. The boss and Pang Sheng were talking about ordering Chinese food with the takeaway software that they had been pondering for a few days, and they would also take advantage of the free time in tomorrow's simulation game to stay up technically. .Seeing people coming, they looked at each other, and Yao An said, "I'll come, you guys save me a soup base."

In the recovery room, only one side of the light was on to save energy. Lin Qiao lay on the physiotherapy bed. Yao An raised and leveled his head, took a chair and sat at the end of the bed, and began to give his Achilles tendon a deep massage.

He had injected steroids in the same area before, and he didn't feel any pain afterwards. Not knowing what happened today, Yao An asked, "Did you use too much force when you kicked off the wall?"

"Probably." Lin Qiao looked at the cell phone playing the sitcom from the hole in the bed with great effort, "I always want to win."

"Didn't the coach say that movement is more important? It will be faster if you curl up your body." Yao An chatted casually and glanced at the clock.

After hearing this, Lin Qiao raised his arms, looked back and said, "They said you used to be on the swimming team?"

"Yes." Yao An clenched the palm of his foot, "Don't move."

"Then why didn't you do it later?" Lin Qiao asked curiously.

"Otitis media." Yao An didn't stop scratching, "The most important thing is that he has no competitive spirit."

Lin Qiao smiled and said, "It's okay to quit, you're tired and in pain, and you still eat youth food, your job is much easier."

Yao An paid attention to his strength and didn't answer. He never wanted to justify his commuting life from six to seven to five to six to seven. They are like people drinking water.

"Switch side." Seeing that the time was up, Yao An told Lin Qiao to turn around and sit upright, adjusted the lift again, and moved to the other side.

"Brother An," Lin Qiao called him like the others, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Yao An pressed his finger on the peroneal muscle, and frowned every time he pressed his brows: "Why do you ask this?"

"Let's make a bet." Lin Qiao stopped playing with the phone, turned it over and tapped on the artificial leather.

He waited for a while, and saw that Yao An didn't ask further, so he had a good time to himself: "4 people said that you must have the conditions and appearance, and 7 people said that it is impossible. Most of you like you are playful, and you will definitely follow behind." It's a pile of debt."

He spoke excitedly and waved his hand, but Yao An was not infected, and asked, "There is only one person left."

"There's one more—" Lin Qiao closed his eyes, narrowing his eyes, "Guess what?"

"Too lazy to guess." Yao An dealt with it.

Lin Qiao had heard that he was such a person a long time ago, and he would chat with you, but he didn't take you seriously.They have a group of boys trying to figure out that tune, but they can't learn it, and they pale in comparison.

Fortunately, Lin Qiao is a person who can find his own enjoyment, so he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and took the initiative to confess: "Let me tell you, in the end, the person didn't choose the first two, he bet on the third—" Lin Qiao bent his left knee and leaned forward , with a volume just enough for the two of them to hear, "Bet you have a boyfriend."

Yao An was lowering his head, and he couldn't see anything from this angle. After a moment of silence, Lin Qiao heard him ask, "Why?"

"It's a feeling." Lin Qiao scratched his leg and said boldly, "It's not difficult for some people, really, as long as you look affirmatively, his speculation will make sense."

Yao An only smiled, his expression relaxed, and he said, "Senior enough."

Knowing that he was teasing, Lin Qiao blindsided the half-hour treatment time and asked, "Is that right?"

"Aren't you Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?" Yao An no longer wanted to talk nonsense, "Guess for yourself."

"..."

Lin Qiao looked at him pressing his hand on his tendon, endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold back his temper, and didn't want to be looked down upon: "Tell you the truth, Brother An, I have a scientific basis for everything," Knowing that the other party didn't listen at all, he opened up even more: "The night before yesterday, I gathered a crowd to watch a movie, which young guy is not sexually active, and you just stared at the phone screen and didn't move for a long time."

He was talking happily, but he didn't notice that the two fingers resting on his tibialis had stopped moving, and he said eloquently: "You didn't take your mobile phone to go to the toilet. The lock screen is turned on - uh, what, sorry."

Yao An withdrew his gestures and placed his palms on his knees.

"It's just a photo. I thought it was a secret. I looked at it carefully for a while..." Lin Qiao didn't see him getting angry, so he continued to open his mouth, "It's just a street at night, it seems to be the local area. Let's take a walk here the first night? I can't see anything else, except..."

"The back view of a man."

The key is not the secret, but that once the secret has witnesses, it cannot continue to deceive itself.

It’s probably like a self-righteous injury, which can only be suppressed but cannot be healed. There will always be a day of relapse, and it is an inflammation that will always reside in the joints.

Just like Yao Jianqi.

"What's the bet?" Yao An asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Lin Qiao blinked and recalled, "Fastskin swimsuit and goggles, shark skin series."

Yao An nodded and stood up: "That's enough."

When the last light in the central exhibition area went out, Yao Jianqi stood under the dome-shaped skylight, quietly raised his head facing the night.

According to Roman, the museum’s adoption of the zenith design caused some controversy. The skylight is set on the arch beam, which is cylindrical as a whole, and the center is vertically stressed, more like an astronomical dome.

The indirect lighting brought about in this way is soft, non-glare, and without shadows. The colors of the works on the oil painting wall on the first floor can return to the original to the greatest extent, casting soft shadows on the muscles of the sculptures.

But he has selfish motives.

The exhibit here is actually a star.

After a minute and a half of dark adaptation, Yao Jianqi seemed to see a star surrounded by dense dust and a primitive astrolabe in the ice-like transparent glass of the aluminum skylight of the broken bridge at the highest point of the vault, accompanied by Rhodopsin is gradually synthesized and becomes clearer in the retina.

"Are you waiting for the wonderful night in the art museum?"

A beam of light was poured on the glass arbitrarily, replacing the stars as the only light source. Yao Jianqi closed his eyes to adapt to the brightness again, and did not raise any objections to the trespasser.

Da Ling moved the zoom flashlight down by the pillars and picture frames, landed on Yao Jianqi's eyelids, shook it maliciously twice, and then turned it off.

"You've been in a good mood recently." He concluded.

Yao Jianqi opened his eyelids, and he didn't answer directly, "What's the matter?"

Da Ling showed a smile, sat on the ground with hands and feet, leaning against a long-horned Moses sculpture base, and gave examples without hesitation: "On the day of the opening ceremony, you gave a one-person explanation for the sponsors, and you were not impatient, even eloquent. , too patient, and a room full of cocktails won’t give you a headache anymore.”

Yao Jianqi turned his face sideways, as if he was verifying his memory.

"Even at the end of the day, you can't seem to sit down. You were dragged to the sex shop by those drunk lunatics. It's a miracle you didn't leave them behind." Da Ling put her hands behind her back, "What else is there, oh yes, you Offered to clean up old clothes and offered to take the clothes I didn't wear with me - and came back very late."

Yao Jianqi tapped the floor with his shoe to let him continue.

"And now." Da Ling kicked her foot, making a shrill noise, "A person who has been standing since the early morning and has not had time to eat dinner, stays alone to watch the stars when the museum is closed——I think, can't It's just out of interest."

The figure on the opposite side walked a few steps along the wall, looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner, confirmed that the swing head was working, and completed the last safety procedure before closing the door.

Then he walked under the dome, bathed in the ancient starlight, said: "That's right."

Da Ling smiled slightly inside the bow tie: "It's been a long time since you looked on." He bent his right leg, then his left leg, and stood one by one, "Should I know why and why?"

Hearing the rubbing sound of the cloth, Da Ling slowly patted the dust off his trousers and buttocks, and the palm on the opposite side was glowing fleshy orange following the notification.

"Explain romantically." Yao Jianqi turned his phone to the marble sculpture, "I received a date invitation."

The last sip of tomato soup and spring rolls, the balance of the two phases will not choke the throat, swallowed smoothly down the esophagus, and the WeChat bell rang happily.

Yao An stroked his neck, delaying the answering time without realizing it, and then took it back from the table one arm away before the ring tone died.

The moment he saw the name, he exhaled and cut it open.

"Good evening." Yan Huai'en's face was too small to take up a mobile phone screen.

"Good evening." Yao An picked up the chopsticks that were put down upright again, and continued cooking the unfinished spring rolls.

Yan Huai'en rested his chin and asked with a smile: "Why do you look so disappointed?"

Yao Ansheng swallowed a mouthful of fried crumbs, and simply denied: "No, chatting with Faxiao, I am looking forward to it."

Yan Huai'en said "tch", not believing it at all.

"Where's the cat?" Yao An picked up another fried dumpling and leaned his phone against the vase.

"Here it is." Yan Huai'en cat lowered his waist, and the screen was blank for a few seconds. After a while of trembling, the picture was straightened, and a cat with various expressions of reluctance was hugged by the waist, and an Elizabeth circle was worn around its neck.

Yao An approached, looked at the pieces of fur, and said, "I feel better."

During the recent rainy season in China, the cat got moss, which made Yan Huai'en, who was acting as a temporary excrement shovel officer, very anxious. He took it to a medicinal bath and applied ointment. In order to prevent the cat from licking, he even put on a protective cover.

"I think so too." Yan Huai'en flipped through his hair and counted the hard scabs, "I sterilized the family today and prepared high-quality recipes to ensure that you will be a beautiful baby again when you come back."

"It's still a baby?" Yao An laughed, teased the cat through the screen, and then instructed, "Don't worry too much, the sun will be better once the rainy season is over, be careful not to infect yourself."

"Don't you have to pet it if you raise it?" Yan Huai'en moved the cat closer to the camera, and didn't mention that his arm was itchy, so he bought fungal medicine from the hospital and applied it.

Yao An joked: "Then the adoption is up to you, anyway it won't invite me."

This cat probably really understands human nature. It only took a second for him to meet with a reluctant cooperation to snort coldly and shake his face away. Yan Huai'en smiled even more: "Look, it still misses you."

"Cut." Yao An leaned back and rested his hands on the carved wrought iron railing beside the terrace. The buildings in foreign countries are not high. From his place, they are all exterior walls of the same color in the night, and there are many decorative buildings. The windows are all painted.

Yan Huaien let the cat go, deliberately stopped for a few seconds to notice his absent-mindedness, and asked, "Waiting for a call?"

Yao An gently wrapped his hands hanging in the moonlight, neither affirming nor denying.

A white goose ran across the street below, startling the peeing passer-by and screaming, "I don't think he likes me at all."

"Because I didn't return your call, or a message?"

"None."

Yan Huai'en smiled softly and shook his head: "Don't easily set up barriers for yourself."

Yao An sighed: "What do you mean?"

"The general idea is that you are afraid of failure because you care too much, so you have self-defense, and one of the manifestations is to constantly beat your confidence verbally."

Yao An knocked on the railing and uttered thoughts: "Then what should I do?"

"Are you asking yourself?" Yan Huai'en rubbed his arm, "You went there without discussing with anyone, met him, and stayed until now... Didn't you do all of these according to your own will?"

Yao An was a little dazed, looking back at this process, he found it too paradoxical, even sitting here and bathing in the monsoon.

"I don't know if I did something wrong." He said cautiously.

"Be handsome." Yan Huai'en persuaded with a smile, "Since you have done it, don't ask whether it is right or wrong."

After Yao An was silent, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "You are right."

"Ha ha ha ha."

There was a knock on the door from Yan Huaien's side, he looked around with his fingers, Yao An said: "Come here, you go and open the door."

"Okay." Yan Huai'en half got up, "Then I wish you good luck."

Yao An acquiesced to his puffing, and was about to disconnect when Yan Huai'en flashed back from the edge of the screen again, saying: "By the way, you and your father had a fight? Why didn't you answer his phone? Uncle even asked me to come here gone."

"There was no quarrel." The index finger landed on the side of the screen, Yao An crushed it, and sighed, "I'm just afraid that he will ask about the current situation, I don't want to lie."

Yan Huai'en immediately understood, smiled lightly, and finally said before leaving: "Then try not to lie."

The extinguished screen reflected Yao An's appearance of bearing the starlight, and the laughter across the door could not disturb his calmness, which was slightly dazed, but that daze was quickly and timely, and it was caused by the re-lighted pupils. Splurge.

After a week, a phone call and a blink of an eye, he finally received the first reply from Yao Jianqi after saying goodbye that night, after he hesitated and respectfully said "Are you free tomorrow?"

Yao Jianqi gave him a word of affirmation.

The school art gallery is located next to the school, with its eye-catching dome and streamlined building, it has always been one of the attractions in Z city.This is the celebration of the Academy of Fine Arts, and the dynamic sculpture-shaped road signs sprouted under the not-so-bad sun, revealing the message of the entrance to Ruzhi visitors.

Yao An passed through a security check at the door, before he could get rid of his long summer clothes, he was caught by the sight directly facing him.

Green maple vines and brocade clung to each other on the gun-white wall, forming a bud-like hollow in the middle, and the name of the exhibition was written in purple-red French spelled like fruit: Summer Time.

Yao An had checked the information of this exhibition before coming here, so he had all the contents including the title at a glance.

Include the name of the curator on the adjacent poster.

Yao An squeezed the sweat from his palms, and walked past the information desk, exhibition catalog and postcards one after another, the color around him gradually changed from cold to dark.

It’s not exactly a painting. Yao An first entered a spiral exhibition experience space, with irregular spiral walls and directions like a winding tunnel, displaying photographic works with coordinated styles, and then a lighting box for displaying real objects. Invited limited prints, individual island bases are placed in the scattered intervals of the exhibition walls, and the two-dimensional and three-dimensional exhibits form a visually harmonious aesthetic.

Each exhibition hall is an embryo, from the design of the gate to the pedestal of the sculpture, the use of scenes and the nature of the window glass...not only highlight the diverse artistic life, but also reflect the flow of consciousness of the curator.

Yao An was standing under the dome at the moment, looking up at the skylight that casts natural light, but what he thought of was not only the brilliant views of those geniuses, but also, had he ever stood here?

In the oil painting of Aphrodite, the rabbit under her feet seems to have jumped to his chest, thumping a few times, desperately looking for someone's heartbeat.

Yao An looked around, easily distinguishing and denying the faces, got lost among the seats in the exhibition room, and finally turned around to the information desk.

He recognized an Asian face, and guessed that the other party might also be an overseas student or could speak Chinese, and the other party was being surrounded by customers who bought picture albums. Yao An waited beside him, and looked at the text message sent 10 minutes ago again. Yao Jianqi did not reply. , maybe it was silent.He hastily, like a boy on a first date, melted in the waiting, stepped on the sour sweetness with his steps, and finally, his gaze was fixed on a guest book five steps away.

The guest book suspended on the wooden base is designed for visitors to write down their impressions and even contact information, and the organizers evaluate the effectiveness of the exhibition based on this.At this moment, it was as clear as open hands, calling his hands in vain, Yao An walked over involuntarily, remembering the words and sentences that Yao Jianqi wrote for him in the long spring, but he only saw them in summer, Like today.

His fingers became dry under the air-conditioning, picked up the black fountain pen on the side, and habitually put the cap on the end. He imitated Yao Jianqi's writing habits, and he returned to the mood of the other party's writing, leaving a line in many French words that did not fit the topic. Chinese.

After the words were completed, he took a deep breath, and when he turned around, the front of the information desk was already quiet. Yao An stepped forward and tried to ask the other party if he could speak Chinese or English.

The man smiled heartily: "I'm from Malaysia, both Chinese and English are acceptable, as you like."

Yao An was very grateful and asked, "Do you know Yao Jianqi? He is from China."

He was going to add some descriptions, such as his appearance, age and height, but the other party responded without any pause: "Yao, why don't you know him, his name is still written here."

The boy pointed to the exhibition poster behind him with his thumb.

Yao An felt relieved, nodded, and then asked, "Do you know where he is? We made an appointment before, but we can't get in touch now."

"I seem to have seen it before." The boy knocked on the corner of the brochure and looked around, "Isn't Roman called to buy it..."

Yao An looked at the phone that didn't answer again, afraid that Yao Jianqi would not be here, and planned to go around the room again, when he heard the boy holding his voice, waving to a certain direction and shouting: "Da Ling, Da Ling, here, come here one time!"

He then looked over, and a clear figure came out of the cloakroom, raised his eyebrows at the sound, put the orange melon skin hat upside down in his fist, and walked towards them shaking.

Yao An gradually recognized the man's appearance, from nothing to understanding, he only needed to swipe the brim of the hat five times, and when he was secretly recalling the name that was called just now, the boy beside him had already avoided the test for him.

"Da Ling." The boy yelled with a smile, with a familiar and teasing tone, "Here is someone looking for your boyfriend."