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But Dong Feihong quickly recovered from the strange emotion.

"Should you call your parents to the game?" he asked.

Chi Xiaochi stopped eating the soup.

Dong Feihong said gently: "I'll give them a call. This is your first competition, they should come."

Since Dong Ge left home, the relationship with her parents has gradually cooled down.

He has become the winter song of the country, but no longer the winter song of the Dong family.

Later, when Dongge was disabled, it was the elderly couple who took him home and took good care of him.

Old and gentle, they thought about many things belatedly, but it was too late, and Dong Ge had completely sealed himself up.

They begged and beat outside the barrier that Dongge had built, hoping to open a door and rescue their son.

However, his parents, who seldom praised him since he was a child, can't make Dongge trust him at all, let alone become Dongge's spiritual pillar.

There was really no other way, so the parents sent Dongge to a nursing home with tears in their eyes, and handed it over to professionals to take care of them.

But what they brought back was a corpse that had been frozen in sub-zero temperature ice water for more than ten hours.

Seeing her son's body, Dongmu collapsed.

She started watching tapes of her son's games over and over again.

The work of "doing nothing", "can't find a way out in the future", and "you will know how bad it is when you get old" has become the only spiritual sustenance for this old man who lost his only child in his fifty years. .

Her favorite thing to watch is the video of Dong Ge participating in the competition for the first time, but only winning No.5 because of nervousness.

The child there was the closest to Dongge in her memory, silent and quiet, with a shy look in his eyes eager to be recognized.

One day, she and her husband watched the video again side by side.

The woman seemed to have remembered something, and turned to her husband with slightly disheveled hair and red eye circles: "...Why didn't we go to Xiaoge's match back then?"

Time goes back to the present.

Chi Xiaochi said: "...The venue of the competition is in another city, they will think it's too far away. Besides, they still have jobs."

Regarding the question raised by Chi Xiaochi, that is, Dong Ge, Dong Feihong didn't answer but asked, "Do you want them to come?"

Dong Ge's long and soft eyelashes trembled twice uncontrollably, hesitatingly said: "...Think."

Dong Feihong smiled: "Drink the soup. If you don't drink it, you will be cold."

"But they..."

Dong Feihong interrupted him gently: "That's not something you need to consider. Leave it to me and let me solve it, okay?"

Dong Ge looked up at him from between the hot thermos, vigilance and uneasiness had faded from her slender and clean eyes.

He nodded slowly, showing a smiling face unskillfully: "Okay."

It was clearly Dong Ge's face in front of him, but when he thought of the other soul in his body, Dong Feihong couldn't hold back the upward curve of his mouth.

"Go back and think about what you want to eat when you get home this week and text me," he said.

For the next three months, Chi Xiaochi lived a very simple life, ice training, dance training, cultural studies, everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

He even has the mind to set aside an hour every day to watch the moonlight, fireflies, street lights, and fireworks in the distance. His eyes follow the light, sometimes thinking about something, sometimes not thinking about anything.

It's been a long time since the school group organized a haircut, and his hair has grown a lot, just reaching his shoulders.

It just so happened that Chi Xiaochi himself didn't like to cut his hair very much.

He once spent an afternoon in front of the mirror teaching Dongge how to comb her medium-length hair to look good, and how to tie her hair into a bun to make it strong and beautiful.

But when practicing dancing or ice practice, Chi Xiaochi will give his whole body back to Dong Ge and let him go crazy.

Dong Ge likes to train alone, especially when the competition is approaching, and often stays in the dance classroom late at night.

The metronome sounded in four-four beats, bell, da, da, da, his feet stepped on the plastic floor, pop, boom, boom, boom.

The sports school has regulations that allow parents who live in the city to visit the school.

Dong Feihong specially went to the school to apply, and got a temporary pass, which allowed him to come to Dongge's training frequently.

When Dong Ge practiced dancing, he didn't have nothing to do.

He took out a sketchbook and sketched the outline of a dancing figure on the paper with a carbon pen.

Dong Feihong said: "Uncle will draw a comic for you. I will give it to you on the coming-of-age ceremony."

Accompanied by Dong Feihong, three months passed by quickly.

I don't know how much Dong Feihong mediated in it. On the eve of the competition, Dong Ge liked to mention a member of the group of relatives and friends.

The skating rink cannot be run without someone, so Dad Dong chooses to stay, while Mama Dong takes the high-speed rail with Dong Feihong to the arena in Beijing.

Dong's mother didn't stop talking along the way, constantly questioning Dong Feihong about his grades in Dongge's culture class, and whether he could be admitted to a decent university after he graduated from the sports school.

Dong Feihong was good-natured and good-natured, he comforted her and said, "Dong Ge's grades are good, and his training results are also excellent, otherwise why would the school let him, a freshman who has just entered the sports school for half a year, participate in such a large-scale competition?"

Dong Ma curled her lips: "A student doesn't know how to study. Ice skating is just for fun, and that stuff can be eaten."

Dong Feihong's attitude was particularly gentle: "Have you watched the figure skating competition?"

Dong Ma: "I watched it on TV. The young people were hugging each other. Bang, they were thrown out, and they fell to the ground with a bang. I said this is old and dangerous. Such old sharp ice skates. A slap on the body is fine, but this little brat won't listen."

Dong Feihong was persuasive and persuasive: "Dong Ge's return to the competition is also the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair. If you don't understand the rules, the referee will look at you randomly, and you will be blown away. Isn't our Dong Ge at a disadvantage?"

Dong Ma's thoughts went astray: "Have you bullied outsiders?"

Dong Feihong strengthened it a bit: "... Baobuqi really knows how to do it."

Dong Ma's chicken blood was immediately marked.

In her mind, of course she can bear whatever she wants with the child she gave birth to. If she goes out and gets bullied, then she won't do it.

She grabbed Dong Feihong's phone and clicked on the video on it: "Uncle, tell me about it."

But attention is attention, Dong Ma has no expectations for Dong Ge's victory or defeat at all.

In her mind, Dongge is just an unlucky kid who wanders around the ice rink with nothing to do and doesn't care about his studies at all. With thin arms and legs, how can he jump around.

As a result, during the group preliminaries, when she saw Dongge slipping out of the preparation passage, she immediately became impatient: "Why are you wearing so little? Where are the gloves? Where are the scarves? This won't cause arthritis."

As soon as Dongge appeared on the stage, it aroused discussions among the audience.

Someone on Dong Feihong's right hand said, "What a pretty little boy."

His female companion added: "Like a child star."

As they described, because of the overall thinness, Dong Ge's appearance has long been out of the category of "cute", and is quite classically beautiful. His temperament is very suitable for this blue and white Costen suit with a lock on his neck. Wearing a light golden neck ring, her black hair was pulled into the style of a princess.

But the praise of "little child star" was for Chi Xiaochi.

What Chi Xiaochi is most afraid of is the media and flashing lights, not to mention that this qualifier is just a webcast.

He slid around the sidelines and did relaxation movements. Although he took a few deep breaths, his body movements were still in Chi Xiaochi's loose rhythm.

He looked up at the stands, but before he could locate Dong Feihong's position, he was asked by the referee to take his position in the middle of the field.

The boy slid into the field and made the initial movement of a swan neck.

His first piece of music was Yanni's "Nightingale".

The on-site commentary was performed by a retired figure skater and a not-so-first-class commentator, but a good-spoken commentator.

The commentator said: "Player No. 5 is in good condition."

The retired athlete nodded: "His self-confidence is quite rare among children of the same age, and it is very valuable."

The narrator said: "That's right, just now there are two 12- and 3-year-olds whose claws are numb, and they didn't even catch the rhythm right."

At the beginning of the music, the boy slid backwards, his hair was blown by the icy wind and whirled along with him.

The close-up of the camera showed Dong Ge's face.

There was no smile at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't look dignified, sharp, or nervous. He seemed a little melancholy, but this kind of indifference was exactly in line with his acting temperament.

At first, the music was soothing, like the singing of a nightingale, and the sound of each step of his ice skates falling on the ground was in line with the beat. The dance steps were smooth, and the connection was like flowing water.

The melancholy in his eyes grew stronger, and he raised his hand to slightly rest on his forehead, as if pushing himself back.

The retired athlete immediately recognized this movement, and couldn't hide his surprise in his tone: "Bow down?"

That is indeed the most standard low-waist bow step. The stretching of the arms and the opening to the sides are the most perfect and just right. The combination of strength and softness is perfect, like a nightingale singing to the sky.

Just as the narrator was about to say something, Dongge followed Baobu very smoothly into a jumping movement.

Even an inexperienced narrator can recognize this action: "... 2A?"

"...The lower back bow step is followed by 2A, and the completion degree is above the third level."

The way the retired athletes looked at Dong Ge changed.

... The degree of completion is another matter, but this child's understanding of the beauty and art of figure skating is completely different from that of the young players who performed before.

He looked down at the player profile.

... 11-year-olds, if not experience, are geniuses.

The youngsters on the field have already started to do swallow-style skating.

People who know the basics of figure skating are already amazed by the level of this unknown young player, but those who actually don't understand it are even more excited.

In the eyes of these laymen, "beauty", "complicated movements", and "many turns" are synonymous with excellent skills. Although Dongge didn't use any difficult turning movements, they didn't enjoy watching them enough. However, the first two The author did a very good job.

At the end of the dance, Dongge raised his right hand and stretched it towards the sky.

As the melodious sound of the piano fell, it seemed that all the moonlight fell on him.

After completing all the movements, there was loud applause, and Chi Xiaochi let out a long breath before feeling tired.

It was as if a streak of ice had burned from his throat to his lungs, making him unable to feel whether it was hot or cold.

He bowed, took the curtain call, and walked around the field to relax the tense muscles.

061 immediately regulated his muscles that constantly secreted lactic acid, fundamentally eliminating muscle soreness.

He said, "It's been hard work."

Chi Xiaochi wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled to himself and said, "...we did a good job, didn't we?"

Dong Feihong wanted to get up and applaud Dong Ge, but he didn't expect that Dong's mother was the first to jump up, and she shouted excitedly, "Son! Son!"

Her shout was drowned in the discussion and cheers, but Chi Xiaochi still seemed to have a sense of it, and turned his head to look at the stands.

The face that seemed to be dissatisfied with everything was now full of genuine joy.

She waved her arms at Dong Ge, and Dong Ge stood there in a daze, looking at her mother who seemed to be more than 20 years younger and excited like a girl.

A few seconds later, he slowly pulled out a smiling face and waved to her.

At the same time, 061 received an unbelievable message.

In the next second, he was even more surprised by the next message: "Xiaochi..."

Chi Xiaochi also saw it.

The data panel in front of him lit up.

For the target of the attack, Lou Sifan, the favorability value increased by 8 points, and the regret value increased by 8 points.

...... 061 said that it was the first time he saw the miracle of the synchronous increase of favorability value and regret value.

Chi Xiaochi's attitude was very calm: "I thought he wouldn't see my match until the final was broadcast live on TV."

061: "Lou Sifan..."

After Chi Xiaochi slid into the exit channel, he took off his hair tie and brushed off the icicles on his hair: "First of all, the favorability value does not necessarily mean love; and the regret value does not necessarily mean that he is reflecting on his mistakes."

061 nodded.

Chi Xiaochi said: "One of the reasons why he regards He Changsheng as Bai Yueguang is that people like He Changsheng can suit his appetite."

061 agreed with Chi Xiaochi's judgment.

For a person like Lou Sifan who loves to play the savior to show his feelings for the Virgin, this kind of bullied, cool and artistic person is just right for him, and it can easily make him feel protective.

Whether it's Li Changsheng, Zhang Changsheng, Dong Changsheng, it's all the same.

061 asked: "The regret is worth..."

Chi Xiaochi said happily: "One of the reasons why he regards He Changsheng as Bai Yueguang is that although He Changsheng is a genius, he is not a single skater."