Blade of Glory [Figure Skating]

Qing Yue watched the boring men's singles event of this World Figure Skating Championships together with a few people in the bar.Watching his long-lost World Figure Skating Championships and listening to them comment on the competitors.

It was a very novel feeling.It can be said that Qing Yue has watched the World Figure Skating Championships on TV since the year he participated in the World Youth Championships.Of course, he will also go to the Internet to find videos of his games, watch his performances repeatedly, and find out the shortcomings and areas that can be improved.But he never seems to be like this, sitting in front of the TV with many people watching the World Championships in progress, listening to others commenting on whether the skaters are good or not, and listening to them guessing Who will take away the gold medal of the game.

Qingyue was convinced that he had seen on TV those players who were trained by the Jia National Ice Association and wanted to replace himself and Chu Xuan in the world's ice world, but now they are not even as good as Qingyue who has not retired yet The level shown at the World Championships.

Compared with before, what they showed in the competition...the passion for skating is a bit less. With the "effort" of these active players who have high world rankings, figure skating seems to be a become more competitive than before.Yes, competition, according to the rules of the game and the requirements set by the International Ice Hockey Association, it is stipulated that within this extremely small range, the program with the same scoring coefficient should be slided out of the program with the least difficulty as possible.

Watching such a game, he didn't know what changes the World Skating Federation had made to the rules of the game after he retired, so Qing Yue felt even more puzzled. He didn't understand why the current players would make such a program arrangement, such It has nothing to do with the strengthening of the rhythm of the music, the change of the mood, or even the programming or even the choreography that has nothing to do with the rhythm.

Watching this boring competition, Qing Yue suddenly realized... If this was the first figure skating he saw, maybe he would not choose to risk everything to learn figure skating.

Hearing the exaggerated exclamations of these skiers in the bar because they saw the figure skater's triple jump on TV, Qing Yue suddenly felt...he didn't want to sit in this warm and lively place anymore .

However, just as he was about to say hello to his friends here and leave here, the door of the bar was opened again.As the bell at the door rang again, everyone in the bar turned around incredulously to look in the direction of the door.

Through the glass windows of this warm house, everyone can clearly see that it is snowing outside at this moment, and it is accompanied by a strong wind.So they really couldn't figure out who would come to the ski club bar when they should be hiding in the house and warming themselves by the fire.

The door just opened.Walking in from the outside was a young man with snow-covered hair and panting heavily.The young man had an extremely handsome appearance and the aristocratic temperament of the Middle Ages.There was an anticipation in his eyes that could almost ignite the soul.

In this way, he swept his gaze over everyone in the small bar.His gaze just stopped on Qingyue's body, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes that seemed to make Qingyue burn.He just looked at Qingyue like this, and even forgot to close the door of the bar.

When he walked into the bar, disbelief flashed in Qingyue's eyes.He even shook his head in disbelief, because he couldn't imagine seeing him here.

That's right... The young man who just walked into the bar with snow on his shoulders and hair was none other than Freire who had helped him a lot and had an extraordinary friendship with him.

After self-exile, Qingyue felt guilty towards many people in his heart.In order to keep his qualification to continue to participate in the World Championships, he tried every means to plead with the officials of the Snow Association to win.Chu Xuan, who had to retire early because of a meniscus injury, pinned all his hopes of winning the medal on him, and asked him to skate well.And... once entrusted him with his spinning skills, and when his reputation fell to the lowest point in history, he would not hesitate to be implicated and must support him, and silently guarded him for seven years... Freire.

These people made Qing Yue feel deeply guilty.

But for some reason, among these few people, the one Qing Yue felt most unable to face again was Freire.He didn't even have the guts to say to Freire, I don't want to go to those damn games anymore.

"Hey buddy, can you close the door first? It's too cold outside, come in for a drink?"

The ski instructor who was sitting next to Qing Yue saw that Freire's eyes fell on the bar counter of the bar, and he was stunned like this. He didn't move any more, and couldn't help saying this to him aloud.

Hearing this sentence, Freire was stunned for a moment, and then said sorry apologetically, and then closed the door that could isolate the wind and snow outside the house.In such a sight, he could no longer see the voice of the second person, and walked towards Qing Yue step by step.

Through the movement of his lips, Qingyue could clearly see... Freire was silently calling his name, but he didn't make a sound.This formed a spell that only the two of them knew, and it held Qingyue tightly, making him at a loss as to how to face this unexpected encounter.

Qing Yue was fidgeting, even the ski instructor beside him noticed something was wrong with him, and asked him with his eyes, whether he should drive out the young man in front of him who made him look so disturbed, but he didn't get an answer for a long time .

Seeing this, the ski instructor didn't bother to ask Qingyue's consent, so he stood up like this, intending to let the young man go out and have a talk with himself first.But at this moment, Qing Yue jumped off the high chair at the bar in a hurry, forgetting to pick up his coat, and rushed out the door around another table.

"Qing Yue!"

In desperation, Freire called out Qingyue's name, and then rushed out with Qingyue without saying anything.Only those people in the bar who couldn't figure out the situation at all, looked at each other with doubts in their hearts.

"Qingyue...? He just called... Qingyue? Wait a minute, why do I feel... this person looks familiar just now?"

After a long time, the skier who seemed to have watched the figure skating men's singles competition said this sentence after a while, and then suddenly realized: "I remembered! That person is Freire! Skating Freyr, the light of Planden in the world! So... Ah Xin, is he really...?"

Saying that, the skier glanced at everyone in disbelief, then jumped up from his seat, ran to the Internet-connected computer in the bar and opened the search engine.So... what happened to Freire who ran out in a panic when he saw Freire without even taking his coat, and who rushed out of this warm hut just like that after chasing after him?

He never gave up hope. After looking for Qingyue for two years, he finally saw him right in front of him again. This time, Freire said that he would not let his figure disappear from his sight again.It is precisely because of his strong will that even if Qing Yue deliberately runs around the buildings and various facilities in the ski club by relying on his familiarity with the place, even if the wind and snow here are getting bigger and bigger , White is almost swallowing this world, and Freire will definitely not be left half a step away.

But after all, Freire grew up in Planden, where the seasons are like spring, and has almost never been to a snow mountain with such a high altitude. He followed Qing Yue and ran out of the ski club's facility area. After entering a piece of pure white He was panting sharply.

He shouted Qing Yue's name so loudly, exhausting all his strength, but his breathing became louder and louder, even in the heavy snow, Qing Yue, who was restless inside, could hear his voice.Hearing the louder and louder panting sounds, Qing Yue was able to judge that Freire seemed to be hypoxic because he had not yet adapted to the altitude and carried out such strenuous exercise.

This cognition made Qing Yue unable to continue walking.After struggling in his heart, he stopped for a long time, turned around abruptly, but still concealed the worry and concern in his eyes, and stubbornly shouted this sentence: "Stop Freire! I don't want to go back with you, and I don't want to go back with you. I don't want to keep running like this!"

But Freire didn't say anything to Qing Yue as he imagined, but just smiled with difficulty after seeing Qing Yue's face, as if he was about to stagger like this and fall down.

Seeing this scene, Qing Yue was startled, and rushed over, trying to support Freire.Unexpectedly, he just touched his shoulder, and Freire hugged him with almost all his strength.A huge forward force caused Qing Yue to fall backwards by Freire.Just like that, the two of them fell on the puffy snow because of that strength, and couldn't stop rolling sideways twice.

When the inertia of that force stopped, Qing Yue who was pressed down vigilantly wanted to prop up his body, but he was hugged by Freire who was pressing on him, more like an octopus. He, no matter what, don't let him get up.

In this snowstorm that almost blinded the entire area, Qingyue was convinced that he heard Freire's panting in his ear.Before he had time to say anything out of embarrassment, he heard Frere say something like this.

"I really feel a little hypoxic and dizzy. Stop running, okay Qingyue?"

As he said that, the Freyman was keeping close to Qingyue, pulled down the zipper of his coat with one hand, wrapped Qingyue in as much as possible, and used his own body temperature to warm him in this blizzard without wearing a coat. Qing Yue, who has been running around for a long time...