Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Another winter day.

It is the season of white snow falling outside, what is scraped between the sky and the earth is not the usual snow crystals, but flakes, like goose feathers with fine velvet edges.

It has been a long time since there has been such a heavy snowfall.

The well-arranged press conference venue was as warm as spring, and countless guns, guns, and cannons were aimed at the teenagers in thick sweaters on the stage.

The proud man who won No.1 without any suspense in the preliminary competition of the men's single skating event deserves such a grand treatment.

A British reporter asked: "Dong, the theme you chose for your solo ice dance this time is 'Plum Blossom', which is a beautiful visual enjoyment for the audience. Could you please talk about the design concept of this ice dance ."

Dong Ge held the loudspeaker, her voice was clear and clean, as if she had rubbed a little snow in her voice: "Plum blossom is a common image in Chinese classical literature, and it often represents pride, self-esteem and outstanding temperament. I appreciate and love it very much. This kind of flower."

The reporter continued to ask: "Then why did you choose a cane as a performance prop? Is there any special meaning?"

Hearing this question, the young man who was shining brilliantly on the ice and was always as cold as ice slightly pursed his lips, his eyes lit up, and his voice softened a lot: "This is taken from a Chinese poem." Xue, I and the plum blossoms are two white heads', is one of my goals in life."

He tried his best to find the appropriate English vocabulary and translated the poem to everyone.

The reporters below who knew something about Dong Ge let out a good-natured laugh.

Many people know who the "plum blossom" that Dong Ge wants to get married with is referring to.

Sure enough, as soon as the press conference was over, the boy received a call from his little plum blossom.

He greeted with a smile: "hi. my interseet."

He Changsheng on the other end of the phone blushed a lot behind his ears. He rubbed his fingertips twice before he remembered that Dongge wasn't by his side, so he didn't need to hide it, he could blush wantonly.

He said seriously: "I have something serious to tell you."

Dong Ge respectfully said: "Senior."

He Changsheng held the boy who specially recorded the Winter Song competition: "At 1 minute and 12 seconds, there was a little problem with the connection of your movements. Remember to watch the video when you replay."

Dong Ge clamped the mobile phone to his ear with his shoulder, took out a boy of the same style from his pocket, and carefully wrote down the opinion of the senior: "1 minute and 12 seconds, is there any more?"

"Well. And..."

Dong Ge sat under the eaves and waited for the coach.Snow fell on his shoulders, and he didn't shake, just listening to He Changsheng's words on the phone, and recorded them down in detail.

After writing down his instructions one by one, Dong Ge closed his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior, I'll go back to the hotel immediately after I have the review meeting, why don't you wait for me to go back and talk about it."

The voice on the other side of the phone paused, and said softly: "I don't want to waste too much time. Come back...just do business."

Dong Ge's hearty laughter made the people over there flustered, they reprimanded "Don't laugh", and hung up the phone with a stern face.

People on both sides blushed in the same way.

Dong Ge put the phone across her lap, picked up a handful of snow, wiped her cheeks lightly, then looked at the boy in her hand, and turned page after page from back to front until she reached the title page.

There is a sentence written on the title page: "Live to die."

This is the motto that he will write on the title page of every record after his rebirth from the ashes.

Today, he is also making unremitting efforts to live well, for him, for Mr. Chi.

Dong Ge carried Zi into his arms devoutly, as if holding a belief.

The day of the Winter Song finals is coming soon, and He Changsheng is about to start his doubles schedule.

Compared with him, He Changsheng's professional life is coming to an end, so He Changsheng cherishes every opportunity of competition more than Dongge.

Early in the morning when he set off from the hotel, Dong Ge asked the waiter and a small fan for a lucky coin each, and put them into the piggy bank he brought.

Dong Ge put in the first one: "I wish the seniors a smooth competition."

Dong Ge put in the second coin: "I wish seniors a happy day."

He Changsheng heard it funny: "What about you? Why don't you ask yourself a wish?"

Dong Ge easily clasped He Changsheng's waist with one hand, and placed a warm and itchy kiss on the tip of his nose: "Senior is happy, of course it can only be because of me, isn't it?"

He was just in his early 20s, a little proud and domineering, but He Changsheng liked him so much.

Today's winter song, the competition suit is a close-fitting silver feather coat, as if wearing a moonlight for a while, when he raised his sleeves, the delicate light feathers on his arms made him look like a bird that would spread its wings and soar away at any time.

According to the order of the competition, Dong Ge was the last to play.

During the usual warm-up round, he habitually looked towards the auditorium.

This is a habit that Mr. Chi helped him develop during the seven years he spent with Mr. Chi day and night.

At that time, Mr. Chi would always look for Dong Feihong, his brother-in-law who did not exist in the audience.

Thinking this way, Dong Ge turned his eyes, and a familiar figure appeared in the corner of his vision.

He slid forward and landed on the ice.

At first, Dongge thought that he was thinking too much and had hallucinations.

His forgotten brother-in-law, as if he had never disappeared, sat in the front row of the auditorium.

Sitting next to my uncle was a strange young man, leaning on his shoulder like a cat, squinting his eyes and smiling at him.

Dong Ge's heart suddenly beat wildly.

……It's him.

Even though he had never seen that face before, Dong Ge knew that the person who could be by Uncle's side, who could make him rely on him like this, must be Mr. Chi.

Dong Ge was the focus of everyone's attention, and soon someone noticed Dong Ge's stagnation.

In a dozen seconds, the camera that had already had a good thing followed and filmed, wanting to get a glimpse of what Dong Ge was watching.

Dong Ge lowered her head, her slightly long hair slipped from behind her ears, she turned and slid away, naturally turning her gaze into a momentary loss.

The seven years of time together made him understand Chi Xiaochi's personality very well.

The benefactor came silently, probably because he didn't want to be disturbed, but just wanted to watch a game quietly.

The corner of Dong Ge's mouth couldn't help but smile.

He knew what was on Chi Xiaochi's mind, and he also knew clearly that he didn't have a brother-in-law.

So, it is self-evident who this "little uncle" was born for.

Dong Ge has always regretted that when he discovered this secret, he was unable to tell Chi Xiaochi about it.

But now, seeing the intimacy between Chi Xiaochi and his uncle, his regret also disappeared.

All he can do is to succeed in this game, for himself and for Chi Xiaochi.

Back in the center of the arena, Dongge bit off his right hand glove with great care, raised his hand and threw it in the direction of the stands.

Chi Xiaochi raised his hand, a gleam of light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the glove flew into his hand accurately, like a milk swallow throwing a forest, and he caught it squarely.

Regretful sighs came from all around.

This glove is priceless now.

Chi Xiaochi put on the gloves that were still warm, gently held Lou Ying's hand in the warmth, and looked at the young man flying and burning on the ice with him.