Figure skating went to the Republic of China to write novels

The water was tumbling in the pot, making a gurgling sound, Zhang Sushang quickly put the cut noodles into the pot, Anfisa poured the tomato sauce into another small pot, added eggs and stir-fried together, and waited for the noodles Come out, mix with this sauce again, and the white noodles will be stained with an attractive red oily sheen.

Several athletes from Russia often eat with Zhang Sushang. Usually, coach Zhang asks them to eat chicken, fish, and beef with less oil and salt, supplemented with milk and eggs to supplement nutrition, but the portion is usually not much, at most stuffed Half full, then fill up the rest with veggies.

The effect of eating this way is very good. Combined with adequate sleep and exercise, Jiang Jinghu didn't even prescribe tonics, and the bodies of several athletes became stronger and stronger. Even Anfisa, who was born in the poorest family, had excellent blood color and soft, shiny and thick hair , You don't even need to apply blush, you can look rosy and rosy, with a healthy beauty all over your body, and you will turn heads when you go out.

But when they were competing outside, everyone didn’t have time to make any fitness meals. They were all dry food and water. Occasionally, when the conditions were better, they would order a bowl of noodles. Following Zhang Sushang, they were used to eating noodles, dumplings, wontons, and pancakes. The coach can also help while cooking.

Today they chose tomato and egg noodles for breakfast, and the buddy they picked up also ate with them. Although he was taciturn, he was well-bred, and he didn't even make a sound when he sucked noodles.

In contrast, several other boys and girls from the standard working and peasant class ate more boldly. Before saving this buddy, they were spurred by Coach Zhang to run for 10 kilometers. They were all young and had a good appetite. Zhang Su Shang ordered five catties of noodles, except for the small bowl that the buddy took away, they ate all the rest.

Misha asked Lucas: "Haven't Maxim and Mr. Peter woke up yet? Don't we leave some for them?"

Lucas replied: "Mr. Peter said he would take him to have breakfast in Norway."

Thinking of the herring that Zhang Sushang vomited last night, everyone's expressions were subtle for a moment.

Anfisa and Lucas are the best eaters, and they rolled the noodles in the pot of tomato meat sauce to clean up the sauce.

Zhang Sushang took out some preserved mint leaves, soaked them in water and drank slowly, and shared a cup with the buddy: "My name is Qiuka, what is your name? Where is your home?"

The buddy was holding the water glass, and his eyes rolled slowly. It seemed that Zhang Sushang had too many questions, which made it difficult for his brain to deal with it. After a while, he answered one of the questions: "Vaschka."

This name is a nickname, not a full name.

Russians like to call people who are close to them by nicknames. For example, Zhang Sushang called Alexei Liao Sha, and adding the word "Chika" after the name is also a very intimate name, which is usually called by parents and elders. There are mostly girls in the family, but it is not uncommon for boys to be called that. Misha was called "Milochka" by his younger brother Ivan.

Zhang Sushang squatted down and asked him, "Where is your family? Why are you here?"

A suspected disabled person can keep tidy, which shows that his family is reliable. It is uncertain how urgent it is to lose someone now.

Vaschka lowered his head again. He looked in his 30s, pale and thin, like the kind of patient who has been locked in a room for a long time, but his facial features are quite good. As long as his expression is not so dull, he should be no less Olof's middle-aged handsome guy.

Since he was silent, Zhang Sushang had no choice but to ask Misha to call the police, while he himself read a telegram from Jiang Jinghu.

Dr. Jiang has an elder brother who was a military doctor who participated in the Sino-Japanese War in the Qing Dynasty. He has excellent medical skills. He is a person whom Dr. Jiang admires very much. He is old and is still very interested in learning new surgical techniques. Zhang Sushang also knew whether Jiang Jinghu could give him some study materials, and he translated many of the materials Jiang Jinghu sent.

But according to the contents of the telegram, they did not send the letter smoothly this time, and they were stuck by the people who were inspected on the way. If it was not for the professor Jiang Jinghu to guarantee that it was just some medical materials, they would have almost failed.

It seems that no matter where it is, the wind has become tighter. The matter has been resolved. Jiang Jinghu can save a lot of money by not sending this telegram, but he still does it. Zhang Sushang understands what Jiang Jinghu means. This is to make him pay attention to protect himself.

Zhang Sushang: Even so, I have no regrets about joining the party.

He has struggled to join the party for two lifetimes, and after time travelling, he applied persistently and finally joined the organization with enthusiasm. On the day he read the party declaration, he was as happy as a child who finally saw where his home was after being away from home for many years.

As a future man, can he not know which way is the best?What we have to do now is just to watch everything flow in the river of time, but which boat to get on is Zhang Sushang's own decision.

Zhang Sushang leaned back: "There are always more ways than difficulties, the sky will always be bright."

Vaschka sat beside him, curled up in a ball, and murmured, "Genius doesn't shine."

Zhang Sushang glanced at him unexpectedly, and asked, "Why isn't it bright? The law of nature tells us that even the polar regions will welcome day after half a year of darkness."

Vaschka stared at him in a daze, and then asked in confusion: "What is the polar region?"

In this era when most people's highest education is prenatal education, Zhang Sushang did not laugh at him for his lack of knowledge, but he was very considerate of this gentleman who might have some brain problems.

He picked up an apple, pointed to the upper and lower ends, and explained: "In these two parts of the earth where we live, there are two parts where the sun is hard to reach. Ice, snow and cold seal everything there. The two places are called the South Pole and the North Pole respectively, and they have half a year of darkness and half a year of day, and the North and South Poles have the longest nights, but even in such places, the sun will shine through."

Zhang Sushang changed his words in the middle of speaking: "No, some people's nights are longer than those at the North and South Poles. At this time, we must work harder and live longer, and strive to see the arrival of day."

The unlucky guy he said was very long and dark night was himself, poor little Qiuka, who traveled through more than 100 years, was frozen by the sub-zero temperature in Russia and had no heating, and even ate his father's chicken soup. I can't drink, and if I hadn't met Alexei, I would have lived alone.

Vaschka fell silent again. For his brain that had been floating in the void for nine years, dealing with the north and south poles was obviously enough for him to do.

It wasn't until noon that Vaschka's family rushed over. It was a gentle-looking lady with exquisite makeup, but her temples were messy. She seemed to have run over. She anxiously pulled Vaschka and used Asked him in accented Russian if he was doing well.

Nastya said dissatisfiedly: "He is well. We gave him noodles and water, asked him if he wanted to go to the toilet, and took care of him like a child."

Romula paused, turned her head and bowed politely to them, her eye circles still red: "Thank you for taking care of him. He is sick and has been in the hospital before, and he can no longer adapt to the outside world."

They lived half a city away from here, and she didn't even know how Vaschka got here, but her husband was not the kind of person who adapted to society a long time ago. The male favorite was later trapped in a world of only dancing by Diaghilev, and when he left that man to support his life alone, he was under a lot of pressure, which also laid hidden dangers for later mental illness.

In fact, Nijinsky also understands that once he leaves Diaghilev, he will not be able to live as a canary for so many years, but his desire for freedom and his sense of responsibility to Romula finally push him to run towards the unknown world. Go, and his ending was just as he expected, a grand tragedy.

When the flames of World War I burned and he could no longer maintain his life, Diaghilev rescued him from the war zone, and he kissed Diaghilev again...

That may be what Nijinsky can't face the most. Fate taunted him and said, you still can't fly, even if the stage can give him a temporary sense of relief, when he leaves the stage, he can't ignore the entanglement. body line.

Romula is not young anymore, she is unable to say anything about her husband's past, she can only guarantee that as long as she is still alive, she will guarantee Nijinsky's food and drink, and will never let him wander the streets one day and freeze to death starve.

Before taking her husband to leave, Romula looked back at Zhang Sushang and recognized the main reason why Nijinska had to bring her husband to Norway.

She said softly: "My husband also danced when he was young. He became famous by dancing "Arabian Nights"."

Nijinsky used to be so high-spirited.

Zhang Sushang was stunned for a moment, and then showed a cheerful smile: "So you know my performance." Is he so famous hahaha.

The young man is quite happy.

Vaschka turned around, looked at him, and said slowly, "You can't dance Petrushka."

Zhang Sushang: "Huh?"

Lady Romula sighed: "He praised you for your good character."

The two left, leaving Zhang Sushang with question marks all over his head. After a while, he suddenly realized that Petrushka is a puppet, and he is a tragic and depressing character. Was Vaschka praising him for being cheerful and optimistic?

Romula supported Nijinsky and said softly: "This is the second time I've heard you speak, my dear, you really like his dancing, don't you? You see yourself in him ?"

Nijinsky shook his head. He didn’t think Zhang Sushang was like himself. Once he couldn’t live independently and needed to rely on the “governor”, ​​and finally became a marionette. But he heard Nijinska tell the story of that young man .

People from poor countries can study abroad, write best-selling novels, and participate in figure skating competitions at their own expense. This kind of person will not be reduced to a marionette. Zhang Sushang can earn money, and he can live with his back straight.

"That kid is bright," he said.

Romula was silent for a while, and changed the subject: "Now the girls in that country are more energetic than before. I heard that two of Qiuka's students are female workers..."

Today's dancers no longer need to depend on the rich and powerful. The eight-hour work system and comprehensive welfare benefits allow workers and peasants to have time and money to learn and get in touch with art. International competitions, such magical things can only happen in that country.

"Honey, I won't stop you from watching that young man's game, but you have to promise me that you won't run to places I don't know."

Of course, until the second day of the Oslo World Figure Skating Championships, when it was stipulated that the graphics competition should also be held, Nijinsky had no intention of going out.

Nijinska even bought the tickets, facing her brother who was unwilling to go out, she stamped anxiously: "Vaschka, what happened to you? Didn't you agree to go to the game before?"

Nijinsky's mouth moved, and his eyes drifted to the sky outside the window. There were seagulls flying across the sky, and the sky was blue.

Nijinsky's daughter Gila knelt down next to her father, and after a while, she got up and translated: "He means that the prescribed graphics in the previous video tape are boring, and he thinks it's better to stay here and watch it than to go there. Scenery, wait until tomorrow.”

Nijinska took a deep breath: "How on earth did you understand what he meant..."

Did her brother build the telegraph with Romula and Gila in mind?

Nijinska drooped his shoulders weakly: "Okay, then you have to eat breakfast, brother, what do you want to eat?"

Nijinsky's mouth moved, and Jira looked at her father and struggled to recognize it: "Daddy wants to eat tomato and egg noodles."