[Figure skating] On the communicativeness of body language

The competition started on November 11th. Because of the tricky reasons for this program, Josie didn’t have time to watch the men’s singles short program. The game is on.

The girl is wearing a platinum gold skirt, Costeng has a metallic texture, with delicate rococo patterns on it, which looks extremely luxurious and eye-catching.

"Is it because of back pain?" The boy was very close to her, and the girl whispered in his ear as soon as he bent over.

The young man shook his head, "There is no comparison, there is no comparison. I will definitely win it back in the free skating." He winked at Josie and said, "The program I prepared for the free skating is very good, you must come and see it!"

Josie nodded vigorously, "I'll definitely go and see."

The young man clenched his fists against Murakami Kanako's murderous eyes and said, "Cheer up, Sissi!"

Qiao Qian looked at him fiercely as if she had been electrocuted. Seeing that the boy was still smiling, she stammered and said, "Okay...thank you."

flee in a hurry.

Teeth white!

Josie patted her face and let out a long breath. She played after the soft card and before ET. With the card slot incident at the Winter Olympics last time, she was not at all concerned about the finale. look good.

"The Great Gatsby"

She took a deep breath and smiled as the music played.

A sweet smile like Daisy.

Josie was in a bad mood when she came down to wait for the score. Even after a long off-season, even if Mr. Qiao read the original book to her over and over again, she still didn't know how to express that feeling.

Short program No.2, second to ET1.23 points.

ET patted Josie on the shoulder and said worriedly, "What's wrong with you this season? Obviously, the theme of your show last season was more difficult?"

Josie smiled miserably, "Why do I think this season's show is more difficult?"

ET rubbed her hair, "Hurry up and adjust, I don't want you to compete with me in this situation."

Yulia made a face behind ET, "Don't lose and cry!"

Josie became furious with embarrassment and said, "You're the one crying!"

The men's singles free skating competition was held on November 11th. Before the sixth practice, Hanyu saw Qiao Qian's eyes popping out when she was walking around in sportswear. The girl happily shook the work badge hanging around her neck, "I said If you can watch the game, you can definitely watch the game.”

You can do it.

Hanyu looked at the occupation column and wrote a teaching assistant in English, and he wanted to laugh a little, it was really embarrassing for Yan Han.

Natasha kept rolling her eyes in the auditorium, strongly despising Josie's behavior of going through the back door, but since Mr. Qiao was sitting beside her, she only dared to roll her eyes.

Mr. Qiao looked down at his daughter and said gently, "Don't cause trouble to others."

Josie nodded obediently, "I understand~"

After she finished speaking, she ran to find Yan Han. Yan Han was wearing a white shirt and black vest. He looked at Mr. Qiao curiously, saw Natasha smiling at Natasha, and then looked at the man in front of him. Josie, "Natasha is next to your father?"

Josie snorted softly, "Yes."

"That's it." Yan Han teased with a smile, "When I met Aunt Qiao, I was still wondering how a person like Aunt Qiao had a daughter like you. When I saw Uncle Qiao, I understood that it was a neutralization. .”

Josie bit her fingers in confusion and frowned, "Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"Praise you." He patted Josie because of his height, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you to Hanyu, remember to speak nice words to me in front of Natasha."

Qiao Qian squinted her eyes and looked at Yan Han contemptuously, Yan Han felt a little nervous.

"Deal, let's go!"

However, when she was almost in front of the boy, Qiao Qian stopped again and pulled Yan Han's clothes in front of her. Yan Han looked at Qiao Qian sideways, "What's wrong?"

It was rare to see the silly big Diao showing a coy look, Josie bit her lower lip, "Why don't you go and help me cheer him up, I won't go."

"Why?" Yan Han asked suspiciously.

Qiao Qian moved her lips, and said after a long time, "I've already been affected by entering the waiting area, so I won't run around."

Yan Han was a little dumbfounded, showing quite a headache, "Why didn't you think of this when you thought of asking someone to ask for a work permit? And this is your home stadium, no one will say anything about you, they all like you..." Before Yan Han finished speaking, a head popped up behind him.

"Cissy!"

The boy smiled in surprise.

Yan Han: Oh, it's not bad, 'Sissy' is called →_→

Only then did Qiao Qian peek out from under Yan Han's cover, she pursed her lips and smiled, the dimples on her cheeks looked extremely cute, but Yan Han was sensitive to Qiao Qian's nervousness.

"Yuzuru! Come on, race!"

Yan Han: Why are you so nervous, Silly Diao?

What makes Josie nervous is the teenager, or can it be said that it is the youth?The rush of hormones.

He was wearing black, white, red and gold clothing, tailored to fit, narrow waist, long limbs, extremely eye-catching.

He smiled at her, as if the smile was only for you.

Josie took a deep breath secretly, and returned a fragile smile with a trembling voice, "We must work hard for the competition."

"With Sissi's lucky blessing, I will definitely work hard."

He smiled back.

There was a voice on the radio, and the six training sessions before the game began. Qiao Qian smiled at the boy not far away, then patted Yan Han on the shoulder vigorously, and said seriously, "Compete well, compete at the level, and compete well." Show style!"

Yan Han rolled his eyes, "I would like to follow the teaching assistant."

Qiao Qian made a funny face at Yan Han.

The sixth practice started, and the players were all on the ice one after another. Qiao Qian clearly saw the boy turn his head to look at her, and smiled, as usual.

But in the future, this scene made her repeat it over and over again in her mind, becoming her nightmare.

It would be great if I could hold you.

Josie smiled back, watching the boy get on the ice and being patted by Coach Jia, she turned her head, "Coach Jia?"

"How is your preparation for Qiao Xi's free skating?" Coach Jia asked with a smile.

As the darling of the team, Josie was cared about by everyone. Josie scratched her cheek in distress, "I still can't understand that kind of feeling."

Salome's bloody love made her feel amazed and creepy, but she couldn't experience the extreme feeling of love.

Such feelings are too heavy.

Coach Jia nodded after thinking about it, and smiled kindly, "Indeed, you are still young, so it's really difficult to show this kind of emotion."

"But the performance I chose is kneeling..." I have to finish the performance.

What she said next was submerged in the exclamation one after another. If this was a movie, then she should be replaying it in slow motion at this moment. She turned her head slowly, like a drop of ink dripping in the water, feeling blankly amazed, unbelievable and terrified. The girl's eyes gradually blurred.

The montage made her brain ache.

White ice rink.

Dazzling lights.

Two people lying on the ground struggling.

The boy who couldn't see clearly.

Hot scarlet blood flowed down from the white and tender skin, as if someone held a dagger and cut her heart like blood flowing down.

Even breathing hurts.

The long process was all imagination, and when she came back to reality, she grabbed her collar, her knuckles were turning white, she was breathing hard, her hands were trembling, and her whole body was trembling.

She wanted to rush up.

She can't rush up.

wake up.

You can't do everything.

A sense of powerlessness struck, and when Yan Han staggered off the stage, Josie supported him consciously. He glanced at Natasha from a distance, and then gave a thumbs up with the hand hanging on Josie's shoulder. He whispered in Josie's ear, "Go and see him, he seems very serious, I didn't mean it, Josie, I didn't mean it, Josie."

Josie patted his hand, her voice trembling, "I know."

While supporting Yan Han, she still couldn't help turning her head to take a look. The boy opened the rescuer's hand and he stood up.

endured great pain.

His forehead was bleeding, his jaw was bleeding.

The scarlet blood flowed down the arc of the boy's handsome face, dripping in contact with the cold ice, melting the hard ice, but staining his clothes red.

He lowered his head slightly, but the moment he raised his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

Gouging out is painful.

Qiao Qian raised her head and suppressed the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, her hands supporting Yan Han were trembling slightly.

Yan Han was laid down on the mat. He gently pressed his temples and frowned. The team doctor was examining him. Qiao Qian half-kneeled beside him and looked up. Natasha also frowned.

"How about you put your finger in front of my eyes and shake it, I think I can still save him."

Qiao Qian was almost laughed at by him, so she couldn't help but yell back in Northeast dialect, "Can you just shut up and just wait?!"

Yan Han narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Has Natasha looked here?"

Josie rolled her eyes angrily, "Yes, I'm watching."

Yan Han poked Qiao Qian with his hand, and said in a weak tone, "Let's discuss it. You can help me see how Hanyu is doing. He is lighter than me, and he is probably more seriously injured than me."

As if being pricked by fine silver needles, the girl bit her lower lip tightly, and turned her head to take a look——the boy was brought in to treat the wound, and the door was tightly closed, no matter how many audiences outside were nervous about him , no matter how many people worry about him, they tightly do not allow others to spy on him.

She was also blocked from it.

He had a slight concussion, and the gag with Josie was to avoid unconsciousness. He was a little unconscious now, and Josie suddenly thought of the boy in the fuss.

What happened to him.

Such a stubborn person.

In the panic, someone whispered, "It looks serious, will you retire?"

His temples throbbed, and the team doctor frowned, "Take him to the lounge."

A group of people cheered and helped Yan Han to the waiting room. Qiao Qian followed silently with her team uniform in her arms. She sat in the waiting room and listened to the team doctor's constant inquiries about Yan Han's condition, but she heard a burst of shouts from outside. .

"Damn, the injury is so severe that he actually played?"

Someone exclaimed at the door, Qiao Qian's eyebrows twitched, her nose felt a deep soreness, her eyes were red, and tears were about to flow out without even thinking about it.

The team doctor shook his head, seeming to disapprove of Yan Han's reappearance, "If there is a second collision, it will be life-threatening."

Qiao Qian was on the sidelines helping Yan Han to treat the wound. The team doctor hoped that she would persuade her, but if the roles were changed, as long as she still had the heart to play, she could die on the field.

After all, the ice rink and skates have run through the first half of their lives, and perhaps in the future, they will accompany them until they grow old and die.

This is their life.

The scene was embarrassing for a while, then I heard someone talking outside, mixed with some weak young people, "Hanyan?" "Hanyan?"

Stupid, it's Yan Han.

Tears fell to the ground, and Josie blinked vigorously, but when she looked up, she met the boy's gaze.

The noisy crowd, the chaotic scene, coaches, team doctors, reporters, media, and staff were separated between them, and many, many people were separated, but she ran straight into his eyes.

The boy looked a bit embarrassed, but when he saw the girl, he bent his eyes and smiled, wanting to comfort her, as if nothing had changed, but it had changed a lot.

Does the wound hurt?

Where did you hurt?

Are you going to play again?

She wanted to say a lot of words but they were all stuck in her throat. She blinked and wanted to return the same smile, the same smile as before, but the tears were like water flowing from a broken faucet, with The smile also became bitter.

If life is a movie, then the scene of the girl crying and laughing at the moment is the one that breaks his heart the most.

The boy thought weakly, he obviously didn't want her to worry, but he still made her cry.

Sure enough, it was still a failure.

Soon he cheered up again, looked at Yan Han, Yan Han asked him, "Are you still going to play?"

The boy looked at Yan Han, then at Qiao Qian, nodded, and said firmly, "Go!"

The teenagers were very surprised when they appeared on the six training field, and Yan Han's appearance in the next official game made everyone respect them.

The atmosphere was almost ignited after Japan's Yuzuru Hanyu appeared.

Mr. Qiao looked at the position around him. Natasha had already left the field in a hurry after Yan Han finished the game. Josie, who was supposed to leave the field, was standing in the field holding a sportswear jacket—the jacket was stained with blood. In the cold ice rink, she only wore a sweatshirt, she didn't seem to feel the cold, and kept staring at the teenagers on the rink.

"The Phantom of the Opera"

The magnificent and rigorous singing spread, this is the most tragic program since the Olympic season, at the beginning of this season.

4S, fell down.

4T, fell down.

3F, success.

3LZ connected to rippon2T, successfully.

3A, fell down.

3A1LO3S, success.

3LO, fell down and survived.

3LZ, fell down.

——"If there is a secondary collision, it will be life-threatening."

During the four and a half minutes, Josie didn't know how to calculate his score. The four and a half minutes were as sad as Ling Chi.

I would rather fall than survive.

At the moment when the music ended, Mr. Qiao stood up first, applauding with a rare expression of seriousness, detonating the cheers and applause of the audience. The expression of love is also a high respect for his sportsmanship of not giving up.

The staff and the audience flocked to the front. She hugged her clothes, turned her head and left against the flow of people, and the people who passed her were excited, cheered, and applauded for the tenacity of the boy.

Only she was like the beetle in "Metamorphosis", who was out of place, against the flow of people, crying hoarsely for the pain of the boy...

The author has something to say:

It would be great if I could hold you

But I believe that the 14-year COC was reborn from the ashes

I give you all my blessings, I hope you can go on like this [Bixin]

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