[Figure skating] On the communicativeness of body language

Qiao Qian got off after changing her clothes, nestled obediently beside Mr. Qiao, glanced at the movement in the kitchen, and whispered, "Why do I feel that Uncle An doesn't like you, but Dad?"

Mr. Qiao opened "The Great Gatsby" and smiled, "Your Uncle Ann never said that his sexual orientation is male."

Qiao Qian was shocked, "Mom, isn't she thinking too much about this?! You are so big-hearted, that you actually become friends with your rival in love??"

"I'm not afraid." Mr. Qiao closed his eyes and chuckled twice, "Ms. Qiao cares about me so much, what are you, Uncle An?"

Josie: ......

The topic was interrupted at this point. Mr. Qiao's voice was very nice and gentle. He read a passage from "The Great Gatsby", "Sowebeaton, boatsagainstthecurrent, bornebackceaselesslyintothepast."

Every time Josie came home, she always came back with a lot of questions, and the gentle and wise father at home would patiently answer her questions.

This girl has been living under the blessing of everyone. She doesn't need to know the darkness of sports competition. She has many relatives and friends to escort her. She doesn't need to worry about interpersonal relationships. People who come into contact with her are often impressed by her kindness. Cute and convincing, she is well-behaved and sensible, she does not need to suffer setbacks to grow up well, and grow into the perfect look in everyone's heart.

But everyone ignores that every girl will always have various psychological changes in the process of growing up.

Josie is a girl who is curious about everything, so she is willing to interpret different stories and feel the way of life that she can't experience, but she still doesn't understand.

"Does Gatsby know that Daisy has changed?"

"Maybe you are watching a movie, but I still recommend you to read the novel." Mr. Qiao flipped the book to the appropriate page and read softly, "There must have been some moments that afternoon, Daisy Far inferior to his dream, through no fault of her own, but because of the immense vitality of his reverie, which surpassed hers, surpassed everything else, into which he plunged with a creative zeal, adding to it. , adorned with every feather that floats, No amount of passion or vigor can equal what a man's doleful heart can muster."

His daughter looked at him with round and beautiful eyes. He stroked her hair, suddenly remembered some rumors, and smiled, "Sissy, the program Johnny made for you is not love, and the low music may be Gatsby For Daisy's depression, the excitement of music may be Gatsby's joy for Daisy, but have you thought about it from the perspective of the novel?"

"The movie was well made, but what Fitzgerald wanted to convey was not only the love between Gatsby and Daisy, but also the description of the American dream at that time."

"American Dream?" Josie blinked suspiciously.

"Yes, the American Dream." Mr. Joe nodded, "As long as you work hard, you can live a better life. As long as you run faster tomorrow and stretch your arms farther, one day you can touch That glowing green light on the other side."

"The downturn of the music is the ethereal part of the American dream, but the uplifting part is to inspire people to pursue their dreams. As for the last paragraph, you can understand it as Johnny's tribute to the famous saying 'Sowebeaton, boatsagainstthecurrent,bornebackceaselesslyintothepast.'All of us will eventually Back to square one."

"To put it more bluntly, what is the American dream, it is like the speech in "Citizens of the Republic" delivered by Roosevelt in Paris in 1910."

"'The important thing is never those who point fingers, not those who comment on other people's failures, let alone those who point out how others can do better, the glory belongs to those who really stand in the arena and fight hard: they Their faces were dusty and soaked in sweat and blood; they were brave and fearless; they made mistakes and fell over and over again, because there must be blows along the way, and even so they kept going;”

"They understand their persistence and focus; at their best, they end up savoring great victories and achievements; at worst, even when they fail, at least they fall great, because those who An indifferent and timid soul who knows neither victory nor defeat can ever compare with them'"

After Mr. Qiao finished speaking, he looked at Qiao Qian in a daze with some amusement, "What are you thinking?"

"After listening to Dad's words, I think of someone." Josie murmured, he was so suitable.

But remembering that I haven't contacted Hanyu for a long time, I shook my head again, "Work hard, even if your hard work will be in vain, you should try your best, right?"

"Your own understanding should be in your own hands." Mr. Qiao kept silent and asked the girl who she thought of, and patted the girl's hair. "Let's go eat."

As expected, An Sheng stayed overnight, but Josie suffered from insomnia in her own home. She tossed and turned with her eyes open. Then she took out her mobile phone and looked at Line and the boy's profile picture. She thought that the boy might be sleeping at this time. Frustrated, he put down his phone.

After getting drunk at the World Championships dinner, she suddenly didn't know how to get along with the boy. After the dinner, she was reprimanded by the coach, and she suddenly realized that both of them had grown up. Can't do it anymore.

will cause him trouble.

After the Sochi game, the boy's popularity has risen, and his every move attracts attention. We can't cause trouble for him, so we should keep a distance.

But... I'm really not reconciled.

The girl buried her face in the pillow, sobbed a little, a rare cry.

Really, I am very unwilling and don't want to keep a distance from him. Why can't I be as close as before when I grow up?

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Qiao Qian went downstairs to pour water in pajamas and a shawl. Mr. Qiao, who was sitting in the living room reading a book, turned his head and looked, "Why are your eyes so red? Are you crying?"

Josie pursed her lips and shook her head, drooping her eyebrows and eyes. She was extremely depressed. Mr. Qiao closed the book and went to the kitchen to warm up the milk for her. Josie sat obediently on the sofa, "Where's Mom?"

"Someone from the company just said that there is something wrong with the fabric, and your mother followed the assistant back to the company." Mr. Qiao touched the wall of the cup, "I'll wait here for your mother to come back."

He handed the milk to his daughter, "Drink it."

Josie held the cup, her eyes were sore from the heat, the dim light made people feel the most warm, and salty tears just fell into the cup.

Mr. Qiao pulled the paper and sat down next to his daughter, "How do I remember that you weren't such a crying person before?"

"I haven't." Josie retorted softly and weakly, "I'm just... touched by you... Dad is so kind to Mom."

The daughter looked up at her father, "How did you and your mother meet?"

Mr. Qiao crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, coaxing his daughter to drink the milk slowly, "Dad has never been a gentle and good person, why do I have so many friends, because I am such a luminous body, why Every friend says I'm a gentleman because I'm tired of socializing with them. For me, ordinary people's socializing is dispensable. I only do some meaningful things. At other times, I would rather be bored and go to sleep."

Josie thought about it for a while to refute, but felt that what her father said was indeed reasonable, so she could only look at her aggrievedly.

"I was giving a concert in France, and Dior was in charge of my costumes. Your Uncle Ann angered the designer in charge of the costumes. The designer sneered and cut the costumes designed by the chief designer. This design was made three hours before the opening. The designer sneered and threw the clothes into the lounge, and everyone thought the designer had made a new set."

Josie smacked her mouth, "The result?"

"That's a spare." Mr. Qiao raised his eyebrows with a smile, "That designer is really proud. I watched her in the lounge for a long time, but she scolded my team all over. It's not that I didn't see her. She is an overly arrogant woman, but she is really the only one in the world who talks like Ms. Qiao."

"So you fell in love with your mother at first sight?"

"No." I don't know how to describe it to my daughter. He is a kind of trembling in the depths of his soul and a hysterical scream in his heart for his lover. Gentleman, tear off all disguises, he desperately wants to have her, no matter how despicable the means are, her inherent arrogance fits him well.

Wang Jianwang's plot excites him the most.

"All I can tell you is that I saved your mother in Syria, so our story can finally enter the happy ending prelude."

Josie recalled her long memories. Her mother had indeed been to war-torn Syria. She had forgotten the reason, and the adults kept silent about it.

"For a person we deserve to respect." Mr. Qiao smiled softly. No matter how much Mr. Qiao emphasized that he was not a gentle person, he would always be confused by his appearance. "The war between the king and the king is finally on fire. The curtain came to an end, I love your mother with my life, and your mother loves me with my life."

In the girl's shallow and slow breathing, his voice was like a ghost, and there was still a gentle and gentle smile on his face, but his words were like an invisible hand pinching her neck.

"So what's there to like about that boy?"

"Or, why do you like him?"

Josie's eyes widened, and she looked extremely funny, but neither of the father and daughter smiled. Josie slowly lowered her eyes, "What... yes, do you like it?"

She looked at the Winnie the Pooh decoration on the table, and silently reached out her hand to hold it down, but tears welled up again, "Recently, I have become very easy to cry, is it troublesome for me like this?"

"If you are crying for other boys." Mr. Qiao wiped the paper for her, "I really think it's quite troublesome."

Josie: ......

"Your affection for that boy is not what you often say 'like', nor is it 'love', this kind of affection is low, it can go low into the soil, high, it can reach the sky, everything that may contact him will make him appeared in front of you."

The tipped-down Winnie the Pooh ornament......

"You will think about interesting questions every day, you will think about how to start a conversation with him without being bored by him, and you will want to share beautiful scenery with him."

Video call from Moscow………

"I will get close to him unconsciously, and I will become cautious about things about him."

The embrace at the dinner party, the cautious answer when asked about the relationship...

"Sometimes I even want to pull away, but if it's true love, the more I want to pull away, the clearer it is."

Inexplicable tears, clueless emotional confusion...

I like him?

It's not the love of friends, but the kind of love between men and women?

Josie likes Yuzuru Hanyu?

She touched her face with a blank face, full of tears, "But I can't disturb him... Is this what I like? It will bring him trouble... I really don't want to disturb him, but I want to Take him to Paris to play, I want to take him to Moscow, take him to St. Petersburg, take him to Connecticut, take him to China."

"But it will disturb him. Will it annoy him? Tell him that there is really no problem with such feelings? It will bring him a lot of trouble."

Tears finally flowed uncontrollably. She buried her face in her hands, in great pain, weeping softly, and broken words emerged from her fingers, "Will it destroy our friendship once? I don't want to lose my friends." Just do it, just like this, just like this, I'm...already...very satisfied...really...very satisfied."

But, I'm still not reconciled... I'm really not reconciled.

"Mom said... people can't be greedy."

In this way, it is very good to put my little thoughts in a good and appropriate place, to be by his side like a little friend, to bring him joy, to encourage him, and not to cause him any trouble.

Mr. Qiao silently watched his daughter cry bitterly. Such strange feelings brought her happiness, but she was accompanied by strange and great pain. She had no defense or experience. No one could help her, only let her be alone. People struggle with it.

"Sissy, everyone is born without knowing anything, but as time goes on, the knowledge and experience accumulated gradually, the feeling of liking will change in a different way."

"What you like now is to be able to fulfill your ideal demands together. It is like-mindedness, equality, and freedom. When you meet, you are also afraid, worrying about gains and losses, inferiority, loss, doubt, dreaming, and escaping. It was sweating profusely."

"But you have to know that this is also struggle, grabbing, greed, happiness, completion, communication, and growth."

The author has something to say:

I took a look at my friend’s writing last night and felt that a woman who is in love is different from a single dog like me. She really is a person who is in love.

Then this morning, I was almost made to cry by political homework. While doing homework while crying, I stole a mobile phone and sent you another post.

Congratulations to Big Diao, I think liking someone is a super painful thing (maybe I am frigid)

But I still have to complain, it is really painful for me to live in the countdown to the college entrance examination, so let’s end this kind of life quickly T_T I haven’t decided where to take the exam