Where is the dignity of the Lord?

The flashing light on the podium, talent, another XX, the rise of figure skating...

The pomade combed the soft black hair back neatly to reveal the forehead and stunning facial features. From a child star player to the national team, before he had time to change his game uniform, the boy in a simple team uniform sat on the sofa with a blank expression and was interviewed.

"May I ask what made you choose figure skating?"

A smiling radio reporter sat across from him and asked classic questions.

"Because my mother is a former figure skater and my father is a choreographer."

The person with charming baby blue eyes said lightly.

The reporter blinked in surprise: "Is there any other reason to support you all the way to this day? Enthusiasm or later discovering that I love Bing deeply——"

"No."

"Uh……"

At this time, shouldn't I take advantage of the trend and say that I love figure skating, so what? ?

The reporter smiled and changed the topic, but couldn't stop complaining in his heart.

The lights went out, and the players rested in the hotel.

The middle-aged woman had long blond hair with big waves on her shoulders, and a fair and gentle face. She looked down at her mobile phone, immersed in joy and excitement, and kept answering and calling.

She didn't take a breath until the ringing of the mobile phone paused, and couldn't help but quickly walked to the window sill to hug her child.

"I'm proud of you, Resid!"

"Ah."

"It's a pity that there is still xx who is in the limelight in the youth group. Even if you have the strength to be promoted to the youth group, the coach may not agree to your promotion in the past two years. After all, you go to the youth group. It is an internal competition, and There is no contestant in the youth group..."

"Ah."

"Don't be sad about Reyed, Mom knows you're capable."

"Ah."

The woman hugged the child tightly and sighed regretfully.

Her child is so outstanding, talented, hardworking, beautiful, and even icy, it is a waste of time in the youth group.

But the boy who was embraced by his mother, but continued to look at the neon lights outside the hotel window was not dissatisfied. He thought: I don't mind, why should I mind something I don't like.

But everyone is saying it's a pity, if it weren't for XX, this kid is 15 years old and maybe he will be suppressed from the youth group for three or four years, it's too wasteful...

waste?

If you have talent, you must use it?

It doesn't matter.

Reyde lowered his eyes, and another performance was arranged.

Standing on the ice and performing countless times with the music, he once again made sure: it doesn't matter.

I don't like figure skating.

Crouching, spinning, jumping, staggering footsteps, shoveling out beautiful ice crystals with ice blades, the fairy on the ice made a sad expression along with the music, half-closed his eyes, covering the clear blue eyes.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to him one by one, fascinated and amazed.

At the end of the performance, the moment the boy stood on the ice and bowed, the ice fans came back to their senses and stood up to applaud, kept throwing down flowers and dolls, and shouted Prizlack on the ice.

The applause was like thunder, and the lights converged.

Resid has long been used to it.

He picked up a doll and hugged it in his arms according to his mother's request, looking up and smiling at the ice fan.

At that time, it was as if something was destined to guide him, anyway, that's how Reyed felt at the time.

In the eyes of thousands of people, he saw an Asian boy with the same black hair.

He stared blankly at him from the high auditorium.

The black eyes are so pure, clean and beautiful.

Slowly, gently...

Tears of emotion filled and overflowed inside, and finally ticked and ran across the cheeks...

What was the emotion that surged in that moment?

In a trance, Reyde was stunned, watching the boy cry to him with a warm stream of heat in his chest.

The other party may be watching a figure skating performance for the first time.

Reyde stared at him in a daze when others were throwing dolls and flowers, and after regaining his senses, he said something to the seatmates around him in a panic. The ice was thrown over.

His body was faster than his mind, he slid the ice blade almost immediately, as if fearing someone would snatch it, he quickly slid to the edge and picked up the doll.

The ice boy who specialized in picking up these gadgets gave him a surprised look.

The boy who didn't understand love watched the black-haired boy applaud him, his pupils constricted, and he squeezed the doll tightly.

In a turbulent manner, a thought emerged from Reyed's head——

I like him!

I want to see him again!

Will he still watch my games? !

Of course, the world doesn't have a lot of romance left for people other than princes and princesses.

Reyde deliberately waited until the other figure skaters had finished performing and the audience left, but they couldn't find the owner of those bright black eyes.

The boy disappeared like a dream.

until another match.

Resid spotted him in the audience.

"Huh? What's the matter, Reyed, why did you stand up before it's time for you to play?" Reyd's mother blinked, raised her head in puzzlement and asked the side, holding on to the railing tightly, and opened her eyes wide in a certain direction , The child who showed an incredible expression.

"...No, it's fine."

She watched her son sit down again, and said in silence for a moment: "In the future, arrange more public performances or commercial performances for me, domestic competitions in country M are also fine."

Mother was stunned and laughed: "You have been in a sluggish mood for the past two days, why do you suddenly have high fighting spirit? Have you met other players or famous coaches?"

Reyde didn't answer, just "hmm".

After that competition ended, he received the boy's doll again.

He silently looked up at him, expecting to meet those eyes for a second longer.

Then use sight to fall in love, to entangle, and to touch each other's body for short-term happiness.

But there is always an end to the game, and it takes a long time to meet again after a "thirst quenching" of less than 2 minutes.

And not all of the game boys were able to watch.

He can't stay in country M forever.

Expectation, disappointment, expectation, joy, and then wait for the next time to look forward to the next disappointment...

Reyed clenched the fabric on his chest, eagerly and unbearably searching for the familiar face, he was reluctant to part if he could see it, and it was even more torture if he couldn't see it.

Gradually, he began to look forward to skating.

Because the ice surface is the only thing he can see him.

Those six months were when he played his best and brightest. Even the head coach who wanted to give priority to ensuring his own player status began to hesitate whether to promote him.

Again, Resid doesn't care.

He just wants to be alone.

Later, when he didn't see anyone he was familiar with twice in a row, Resid sat in the player's seat and his mood was as cloudy as his face.

After the end, he left the hotel calmly and quickly, bought a ticket for the night alone to fly to country M, and disclosed his flight on Facebook.

No bodyguards, no agents.

Turn off the frantically vibrating phone.

He went to the city where he never left behind for commercial performances several times.

[If you also follow me, you will see me.Then come to me, as long as you come, I will tell you... How much I want to see you...]

After landing, there will undoubtedly be many enthusiastic ice fans and reporters from small stations.

It's a pity that Reyde, who was full of hot love, didn't find each other in the crowd.

It's like pouring a basin of ice water on a blazing stove. After the ear-piercing sizzling sound, there are weak soot, and the remaining heat is no longer enough to support the next madness.

Silence is powerless to see itself extinguished.

After pushing and shoving around the center for a while, Reyde put on a sweater hat, pushed the crowd and ran out of the airport.

He took a taxi to Chinatown.

At that time, there was no basis for this decision, and it probably belonged to the category of pure incompetence, rage, and smashing.

Since I'm looking for an Asian, I'll just go to the place with the most Asians.

The result can be imagined, standing on the street passing by in a hurry, aimless, restless, Reyde wandering in the vast crowd, the light in the baby's blue eyes slowly dissipated.

"I can't find you."

"Where are you."

Everyone said: You are favored by heaven.

The expected person did not come, and the desired love did not get.

The favored person has not been able to become the exception among hundreds of millions of people.

He is not very proficient in English, and he does not know Chinese at all. Someone recognized him and came to take a photo with him. It was the first time that Reyde, who was so embarrassed, suppressed his inner irritability and negative emotions from the street to the end of the street.

Someone followed him, probably another fanatic.

Reyed clenched his teeth in annoyance, the muscles around his cheeks tensed, and his eyes were cold and terrifying.

He deliberately walked towards an alley with few people, intending to beat him up, but he didn't expect the other party to stop him first.

"That...don't go to places where there are few people...it's dangerous..."

related to you?

Do you care?

The young Reyde put his hands in his pockets, his face was gloomy and terrifying under the hat, he pulled out his hands, stopped and turned around to beat him up, when he saw a familiar face...

His blue eyes widened slightly, his expression of displeasure lost control.

Pasha, who was not yet 18 years old, looked at his idol shyly and cautiously, with pink cheeks, wondering if the other party could understand English, so he bit the bullet and whispered:

"You, uh, are you in a bad mood, I, I, I, I am your ice fan... I saw your Facebook... Uh, I am not a fan of stalking, I am just afraid of you..."

"What's your name?"

"what?"

Pasha was startled, but didn't hear clearly.

So the boy with half of his face covered under the hat asked again, "What's your name?"

Wow, my idol's voice is so nice!Pasha screamed excitedly in his heart, but his mouth was not so sharp and whispered: "My name is Pasha, a flower-growing country."

"Pasha..."

The cool and cool voice is a little hoarse because it is in the period of voice change.

"it's me!"

Pasha immediately answered loudly, and then felt embarrassed and laughed.

With a sunny smile and refreshingly short hair, although he is only 17, he has good muscle lines and a healthy body that can be seen exercising frequently.

Even the sound seemed to be spreading sunshine outward.

Reyde watched him quietly for a long while and walked over. Pasha was dumbfounded, blushed, blushed, and slapped his forehead on his shoulder, which still smelled of cooking oil.

Pasha: "Fuck, that, me, me, me..."

Resid: "Pick me up."

Pasha: "..."

Reyde turned his face sideways, rubbed the tip of his nose against his extremely energetic neck, and closed his eyes wearily: "I'm so tired."

Pasha: "..."

Later, the 17-year-old boy picked up the Russian cat.

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