Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Dong Feihong paid for that dessert.

After dessert time, he accompanied Dong Ge on the boulevard slowly, aimlessly.

He was wearing a long camel coat and a white scarf. It was not a high-end and expensive brand, but it suited his temperament very well.

The wind flapped the corners of his clothes, revealing a little outline of curvy and slender legs.

Chi Xiaochi followed beside him, holding a cream tart in his hand.

Dong Feihong looked down at the paper bag in his hand: "Do you like this?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "The taste is not bad. It was recommended to me by Lawson last time."

Rosen is a figure skater from Canada. He is a chatterbox who likes to talk to people. His mouth is so broken that it makes Chi Xiaochi feel the bald temperament of the dean.

Dong Feihong took the paper bag: "If you like it, I'll learn how to make it for you when I go back."

Chi Xiaochi asked: "Can it be done?"

Dong Feihong opened the paper bag and glanced over, how many grams of light cream, how many grams of high-gluten flour, how long it was fermented, how long it was baked, and what kind of baking paper was used, all the data flashed in front of his eyes, clearly.

After receiving the message, he held the bag in his right hand: "Uncle, do your best."

And the next second, he felt something abnormal in his right hand.

... A hand that was a few sizes smaller than him naturally clasped the tiger's mouth of his right hand, stretched out an index finger, and hooked the handle of the paper bag with him.

Dong Feihong's face changed slightly.

He looked around and found a street performer not far away, who was playing acrobatics by tying balloons into different shapes.

He said, "Uncle, I'll tie one up for you as a souvenir too."

Chi Xiaochi nodded.

So he pulled his hand away naturally: "Wait for me here, don't run around."

He put his hands in his coat pockets and walked away quickly.

After he walked away, 061 asked, "Your contact barrier is healed?"

Chi Xiaochi felt that 061's tone was a bit strange: "...It's okay. I haven't committed any crime recently."

061 pointedly pointed out: "I made a mistake last Sunday." When he was ranked first in the qualifiers, the coach excitedly hugged him, and he ran to the bathroom and vomited for 3 minutes as soon as he turned his head.

Chi Xiaochi quibbled: "It's been three days."

061:"……"

Chi Xiaochi: "Okay, Sixth Teacher, I admit my mistake, and I won't blindly develop relationships with plot characters in the future, so don't be angry."

061 said angrily, "I'm not angry."

Chi Xiaochi said shamelessly, "Next time, I will copy the book again, okay?"

061: "Copy the code."

Xue Youzichi Xiaochi immediately echoed: "Copy the code, copy the code, copy it up and down."

061 couldn't help but laugh a little: "...um cough."

After coaxing Sixth Teacher, Chi Xiaochi didn't speak any more, just looked down at his hands.

...It turns out that Brother Lou's hand feels like this when he grows up.

On the other hand, 061 couldn't tell where he got his qi from, it was really uncomfortable to hold it in his chest, but he felt inexplicable when he let it out.

Isn't it a good thing that his illness can get better?

Thinking of this, he unconsciously grasped his right hand, which was still warm, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little unconsciously.

...and he didn't even realize it himself.

This boulevard is close to a local university. The performance of the balloon artist was surrounded by many female college students, and the appearance of an oriental face was a bit abrupt.

He watched carefully for a while, and said in a very gentle British accent: "Excuse me. I want a puppy shape, is that okay?"

The entertainer was a Mexican, and he said in a humorous tone, "Sir, what breed do you want? Let me state in advance, I hate Teddy."

Dong Feihong pursed his lips and smiled: "Ordinary puppy." Just as ordinary as dog meat.

Dong Feihong's face was already quite pretty, coupled with his jade-like temperament and taste, his attractiveness was fatal to many girls.

Noticing the fiery gaze from the surroundings, Dong Feihong naturally turned his head away, and slightly nodded to one of the girls with a smile: "Do you need one?"

The girl in the red coat's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

"My pleasure. But, if I may ask, do you have any coins?"

Another chubby girl with a ruddy face raised her hand: "I have it."

Dong Feihong turned his eyes back, looked at Dongge, and turned back: "It's like this. I'm traveling with my children, and I want to collect some coins from strangers and save them. He's had a good life."

Hearing the word "children", the girls exchanged glances, and the slightly regretful emotions quickly turned into appreciation.

The fat girl fumbled for a coin and came out.

The girls with coins on them all touched one out.

The girl in the red coat asked, "Do we need to say something special?"

Dong Feihong said: "As long as it's a wish, it's fine."

"What's your child's name?"

Dong Feihong smiled slightly: "The Chinese name is Dongge, and the English name is July."

Dongge is Dongge, and July is Chi Xiaochi's English name.

The blessings collected in this way are double.

The girls made their wishes devoutly. Dong Feihong took their coins, thanked them, took out his wallet, and paid the artist a hundred Canadian dollars: "Can you please make one for each of them?"

After finishing speaking, he took his puppy and walked in the direction where Chi Xiaochi was waiting for him.

Seeing the coin in his hand, Chi Xiaochi has long been used to it: "You got the lucky coin again?"

Dong Feihong smiled and handed the puppy to him, and put the coins into his pocket with a jingle.

In these years, time has been accelerated by 12 times, but it has also been experienced by the three of them together.

Every time he goes to a country, Dong Feihong will collect coins and goodwill from passers-by, and then store them.

The coins are of different colors and denominations, and they are full of coins, and there is already a jar.

Chi Xiaochi said as he walked, "The piggy bank is almost full."

Dong Feihong said: "Then get a new one."

Chi Xiaochi held the balloon, looked at it carefully and said, "Let me give you a name. It's called Dog Meat."

Dong Feihong smiled: "What's the name?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "It's called dog meat."

Dong Feihong thought about it symbolically, and chose to compromise: "Okay."

Chi Xiaochi and Dong Feihong didn't get on the flight out of Toronto until the naive dog meat ran out of air.

Dong Feihong's home is a little far from the sports school, but very close to the provincial team.Since Dong Ge transferred to the provincial team, he often came to see him, and when he transferred to the adult team, Dong Feihong naturally wanted to help him move.

Dongge's hair grew long again.Chi Xiaochi considered in the mirror for a long time, and tied himself a high ponytail.

Although they are in the same provincial team, the adult team and the youth team have different dormitory buildings and different training venues, and they are clearly separated from each other.

When Dong Feihong loaded the luggage into the car, Chi Xiaochi sat on the luggage and slid back and forth.

Rao has such a naive face, the passing youth team members met him, and immediately restrained their attitudes a lot:

"Brother Dong."

"Hello, Brother Dong."

Dong Ge's name is a curse, and it can take advantage of people when they are called seriously. Therefore, when they first entered the youth team, many people made murmurs behind their backs.

But gradually, no one questioned this name any more, and even most of the players who were older than him were willing to call him "Brother Dong" sincerely.

One is because he has gradually gained qualifications, and the other is because of the awards he has won.

With qualifications, you can be regarded as an old fritters at best, and awards are a proper waist.

After placing the luggage, Dong Feihong sat down on the bed: "How about it, train first, or go eat something first?"

Dong Ge said: "Let's go to the cafeteria. It's Saturday in the cafeteria. The cafeteria sells small roast chickens. Mama Liu promised to keep one for me."

Both Dong Ge and Dong Feihong like to eat the small roast chicken in the cafeteria. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. The meat is cooked and rotten. The chopsticks are inserted from the back, and the chicken can be easily torn in half, and it is served with barbecue sauce. , can also be regarded as a taste of the world.

The two of them were thinking about the little roast chicken, and neither of them expected to run into Lou Sifan who had just returned from training as soon as they went out.

Chi Xiaochi regained his energy immediately: "Yoho, the ATM is here."

061: "...you don't remember his name, do you?"

Chi Xiaochi: "I know, the surname is Lou."

061: "Lou what?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Lou what?"

061: "...Lou Sifan."

Chi Xiaochi: "Oh oh oh."

061: "..." Oh, oh, what do you mean?

Lou Sifan was holding a thermos in his hand, and when he saw Dong Ge, his eyes froze for a moment.

But he soon showed a gentle and polite smile: "Back?"

Dong Ge nodded slightly: "Well, here we come."

Lou Sifan asked "I'm back", but Dongge answered "I'm here".

Obviously, when they asked and answered, they didn't mean the same thing.

Dong Ge's answer was a bit provocative, but it was also in line with the rumored "arrogance".

Of course, Lou Sifan couldn't argue with the juniors, he said: "The competition was good. The first competition of the senior group was the championship, so it's a good start."

Dong Ge asked, "Thank you, Brother Fan."

Seeing that Dong Ge didn't ask any more questions, Lou Sifan breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, he was able to go to this grand prix, but who would have thought that he would fall out in the first round of the budget competition, and buy a plane ticket to come back the next day.

Chi Xiaochi also knew about this plot.

The last time Dong Ge entered the adult team was three months later than this time, so she missed the Grand Prix.

When Lou Sifan returned from frustration, he took half a day off to accompany him to the provincial team for skating.

This time, Dong Ge didn't have the time in the United States to work with him. He won the laurels that he didn't get, and came back from a stroll.

Of course Lou Sifan didn't want to continue to expand on this topic, so he turned his attention to Dong Feihong: "I've seen this one before. Are you... Dong Ge's uncle?"

He was also in the provincial team, he didn't see him when he looked up and he saw him when he looked down. Of course, Lou Sifan had seen Dong Feihong come to look for Dong Ge more than once.

Dong Feihong said politely, "It's me. You are Dong Ge's senior, right? There is also a child named He."

Lou Sifan: "You mean longevity?"

Dong Feihong: "Ah. It should be."

Lou Sifan stretched out his hand, wanting to shake him, expressing his determination politely: "I will take good care of Dong..."

Just at this moment, the door of Dong Ge's dormitory next door opened.

He Changsheng appeared behind the door in shorts and a black vest, all in black, showing extremely slender and beautiful muscular curves.

He glanced at Dongge: "Dongge, are you here?"

As soon as the words fell, he fell headfirst and leaned into Dong Ge's arms.

Before Chi Xiaochi could get sick, he was startled by the temperature of his forehead.

Damn, this burns like a manhole cover in summer.

Dong Feihong immediately helped He Changsheng up calmly, and told him to stay away from Dong Ge: "It's all right."

Fortunately, He Changsheng didn't really faint from the fever, but just now he got up violently when he heard someone talking outside on the bed, and became confused for a while.

He raised his burning wet eyes, and his tone was as serious as ever: "It's okay."

Dong Feihong touched his forehead: "The fever is so severe, I need to see a doctor."

He Changsheng's logic is quite clear: "No need. I have this kind of physique. I get a fever quickly and recede quickly. I can recover in one day, and I can train tomorrow."

Lou Sifan glanced at Dong Ge, and found that his expression hadn't changed, so he raised the thermos in his hand: "I brought him sick meal."

Dong Feihong said: "Then hurry up and eat. I also took Dong Ge to dinner. Dong Ge will live next to you from now on, so please take care of me."

He Changsheng, who was suddenly entrusted, blinked his eyes, the water in his eyes was almost overflowing: "I will."

After handing He Changsheng to Lou Sifan, Dong Feihong originally planned to take Dongge away, but Lou Sifan stopped him from behind: "Dongge, I have a training task in the afternoon, can you come and take care of Changsheng?"

Dong Ge stopped, raising her eyebrows slightly.

He Changsheng went to pull Lou Sifan: "Don't bother him."

Dong Ge said: "No problem. The coach asked me to write my thoughts after the game, and it's the same wherever I write."

After explaining this matter, Dongge left.

Looking at Dong Ge's back, Lou Sifan was thoughtful.

——At the end of Dongge's qualifiers, after Dongge hugged the coach, his expression was a little off.

When the camera captured his back as he turned to leave, he was pressing his stomach with one hand, and seemed to be very uncomfortable.

For the past three years, Lou Sifan has been paying attention to Dongge's training.

Ice skating occasionally has double training, but Lou Sifan found that Dong Ge almost avoids similar training if he can. If he does it, his concentration will plummet in the next training.

He felt more and more that Dongge had a reason for not skating in pairs.

However, it is no longer realistic to suggest that Dong Ge go to pair skating. He has to think of a different way to let Dong Ge do more similar training.

Thinking about it another way, this is also helping Dongge overcome psychological obstacles and shortcomings, isn't it?

Therefore, after entering the door, while lifting the lid of the thermos, he casually said to He Changsheng: "Changsheng, do you think Dongge has any shortcomings?"

He Changsheng has always been a down-to-earth person: "Every aspect is perfect, but sometimes the coordination is not enough."

"How to practice coordination?"

"Practice with sandbags. Also practice throwing and catching in pairs."

"I've watched Winter Song training twice. He doesn't seem to like to cooperate with others to do this." Lou Sifan said, "You are a senior and have rich experience. If people sleep with you, you should show mercy and help him. Turn off this technology. How?"

He Changsheng's face was burning red, he raised his eyes and thought for a while: "Okay."

Lou Sifan smiled slightly.

Who doesn't know Dong Ge's tough temper like a bull, it's impossible to admit to others that he has physical contact barriers.