[Figure skating] On the communicativeness of body language

sp to you ten years later

The girl who was brought to Toronto by Tuktamysheva always had a black face. Her grandmother’s gray hair was all in dreadlocks, revealing a pair of open black wings tattooed on her slender neck. Tuktamysheva Wa still remembers that the girl got the tattoo when she was 13 years old because of a broken relationship. Who knows how she asked the tattoo artist to get it for her.

It has been half a month since I discovered it, and after being ridiculed by the little girl for being too unobservant, no one could make her wash off the tattoo.

The next time someone says that a girl from the East is gentle and virtuous, she will push the girl out and let the girl spit at them viciously (hey!).

Qiao Xiyuan.

Russian nationality, Chinese descent.

At present, the Russian figure skating women's singles focuses on the target.

The adolescent girl's rebellion is intensifying, as if giving her a tank can bombard St. Petersburg.

Joey, who came to Russia to collect folk songs, suggested maliciously, "Don't we have acquaintances in Toronto?"

Whether it was Joey's suggestion or not, sending the girl to the cricket club in Toronto became inevitable.

Natasha even felt a little self-defeating, thinking that if this girl couldn't be corrected by Hanyu, she could just let her blow up the cricket club, and it could be regarded as clearing away her strong enemies.

With such a heavy burden on her shoulders, the girl embarked on the road to the cricket club.

Well... If it doesn't work, let the new coach be angry with her a few times and then dare not teach her.

Thinking of this, classmate Xiao Qiao felt relieved and couldn't help humming.

When Tuktamysheva and the girl arrived at the cricket club, they suddenly remembered that their bags had been left in the taxi just now. They had no choice but to adjust the monitoring first, but they were already 10 minutes behind the original scheduled time because of the traffic jam. Hanyu couldn't be kept waiting for them.

Tuktamysheva patted the girl on the shoulder and asked, "Is it okay for you to find the coach by yourself?"

The girl couldn't help squinting her eyes, "I'm not Joey, that idiot who will get lost (Joy: Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!), don't worry."

I don't worry about you at all.

Tuktamysheva sighed secretly, and left with the girl in the opposite direction.

"Hmph... new coach..." The girl couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Let him wait."

The girl in the baggy costume wandered around with a hood on, and slowly wandered into the ice rink.

At this time, there was no one on the ice rink, only a young man was skating and jumping on the ice rink, and a man was standing by the side of the rink.

The man has a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, a straight nose bridge, and his facial features show a thin feeling because he is Asian.

Overall, it's a good length.

But she prefers the type of Schwarzenegger 15 years ago.

The girl couldn't help blowing a whistle, which attracted the eyes of the boy and the man.

The boy was distracted and failed to land on the ice with an axel triple axel, so he fell straight and hit the baffle.

The man looked at the girl, he didn't say anything, just kept looking at her.

The girl raised her eyebrows, "Hey! Brother, you know Hanyu..." She struggled to pronounce the Roman pronunciation of the name, "Hanyu... Where is that uncle Yuzuru Hanyu?"

Hmm... 20 years older than her, he must be an uncle.

Her voice was loud, and after the boy on the ice rink finally stood up unsteadily, he staggered and threw himself on the ice rink after hearing these words.

The man showed a very strange look, and asked the wrong answer, "Who are you?"

"Joe Xiyuan."

"Oh! fuck!!" the girl finally couldn't help but wailed on the ice rink, "Coach, I think you have a problem with my name!"

The man she saw on the ice rink was the "Uncle Yuzuru Hanyu" in her mouth. Faced with Tuktamysheva's request, she agreed to be Xiao Qiao's coach without any hesitation. At that time, the baby-faced coach seemed to be smiling. He glanced at her with a non-smiling look, and with just one glance, Xiao Qiao, who was always jealous, felt like his scalp was exploding.

As it turned out, her hunch was correct.

Tuktamysheva left without the slightest nostalgia. For the next three days, Xiao Qiao tried her best to escape from the club, but was stopped by various people in the club.

The coach seems to be pursuing the principle of "no more than three things". On the third day when Xiao Qiao tried to overturn the roof of the cricket club, he finally made a move (not)

"You can try to keep making trouble." The baby-faced coach was standing on the sidelines holding the silly Winnie the Pooh tissue box, with his usual indifferent expression, and slowly told this nasty girl, "New season There are still three months to go, don’t forget that you still have competitions, and don’t forget that I will do all your programming.”

The long and narrow Danfeng eyes looked at her, bringing a sense of oppression rarely seen in this man, "You can continue to make trouble and miss this season's competition perfectly, miss the right to participate in the next season's Olympics, or..."

He also smiled rarely, his eyes are crescent-shaped, "Shall we work together?"

Under the threat, Xiao Qiao finally survived. The staff in the club wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate. The hair was dyed back, but she found out that the coach was looking for revenge?

The baby-faced coach was writing something on the sidelines, and beside him lay a silly and cute big white mink doll. Hearing her wailing, he raised his head, "Well... I have a problem with you as a whole."

"If you have any opinions, you can ask my mother, what do I care about!" The girl pinched her waist and stared angrily, "Is this something I can decide! When I was born, they didn't ask me what kind of nose, eyes and mouth I wanted. They didn't even ask me what kind of name I wanted."

"If I bring your mother here, you will be beaten." Coach Hanyu beckoned to her kindly (but he didn't), "I don't want my students' blood to splash on the ice rink, come here and let me tell you The arrangement of this short program."

After listening to the choreography, Xiao Qiao rarely showed a frightened expression, "Wori!!!!!! I want to get out of here!!! Coach, you dare to hurt me!!!!"

Xiao Qiao was in a trance-like state of mind until the night when she went to the dance class.

It seems that all dancers have a characteristic. Time seems to be extra tolerant to them. It is said that the female teacher who teaches her dance is now 35 and six years old this year, and she is about to turn [-], but she looks like a young and elegant young woman. , When she saw Xiao Qiao with an impatient face, she would gently touch her head, and then Xiao Qiao threw off the female teacher's hand with a grumpy face.

The teacher wasn't angry either, but smiled instead, "I'm Ophelia."

Xiao Qiao looked at her with her upper eyelid, and sneered, "Your brother was hacked to death with a sword by your kaiser?"

The teacher looked down at the girl slightly, touched the girl's head again, and then pressed down hard, the girl under him staggered, the teacher smiled and said, "I don't know why I like you so much unexpectedly, from now on Good, good, of, and, I, learn, learn, right~"

Then Xiao Qiao had a good practice (hey!).

During the break, Xiao Qiao said to Ophelia with a grumpy face, "Hi!"

Ophelia, who was drinking water, put down the water glass gracefully, and looked at Xiao Qiao with a smile, "Ah...forgot to ask your name." She showed a somewhat playful look, "You have to remember that my name is 'Ophelia', next time you 'hey' come 'hey', I will consider opening the ligament for you."

"Then why aren't you called 'Juliet'." Xiao Qiao answered her question awkwardly, "My name is Qiao Xiyuan...well... my English name is 'Josie'"

"Josie...ah." Ophelia was dazed for a moment, sighed inaudibly, and then smiled slightly, "I'm not Juliet...Romeo doesn't belong to me either."

"What a mess." Xiao Qiao muttered, and after realizing it, she looked at the woman in shock, "Ophelia, you are blind to such a beautiful name for nothing, and how many years have you been a Virgin with the abstinence all over your body?!"

The woman's perfect smile was rarely broken. She was smiling, but her fist came into close contact with the girl, "You can use a loudspeaker to say it again in case someone misses your broadcast."

The girl gasped, "Aren't you a lace?!! I told the coach that he wouldn't be so kind to help me find a dance teacher!! I want to go back to Russia! I want to go back to St. Petersburg!"

Ophelia sneered, "Even if I was Lace, I wouldn't be interested in your type. You have been in the club for a long time and you haven't gone back." Ophelia shook her head, "Give up Bar."

"How do you know?" The girl smiled maliciously, "You know our coach?"

Ophelia nodded, and the girl held her chin and couldn't help complaining, "The short program that the coach helped me make up is "Numb", Linkin Park's "Numb"!!"

I don't know if the girl is stupid or not. She revealed her short program before the season started. Ophelia finally nodded, "Your coach prefers rock music."

"The difficulty is on Mars, okay!!" Sensing something wrong, Xiao Qiao stopped roaring, and looked at Ophelia suspiciously, "Why are you so clear?"

Ofelia paused, and didn't really want to tell the girl. She didn't expect that the girl didn't know what to think, and suddenly realized, "Oh—teacher, do you like the coach?!"

Ophelia shook her head helplessly, "I... am his fan."

"No..." Xiao Qiao scratched her head in confusion, "Is our coach married? Does he have a lover?"

"He's married." Speaking of this, Ofelia became serious, with a serious face, "He has someone he loves, someone he loves very deeply."

Xiao Qiao clapped her hands and suddenly realized, "Oh, it turns out that you have been single for many years, teacher, because my coach married someone else!"

Ophelia frowned displeased, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"But I haven't seen my wife..."

The topic ended with Ophelia's rare cold face. Xiao Qiao stubbornly believed that the teacher was furious. Before leaving, the teacher sighed and shook his head, "You really don't suit the name 'josie'."

Xiao Qiao also nodded in agreement, "The 'person with strict behavior' is not suitable for me. The English name I chose just fits my Chinese name."

Ophelia smiled reluctantly and didn't say anything more.

Xiao Qiao, who kept an eye on him, began to pay attention to all the news about Hanyu's coach's spouse, but to no avail.

One day during a break from training, she rarely saw Coach Hanyu reading a novel.

The clear green cover, the Q version of the villain, and the Japanese title on it, Xiao Qiao couldn't understand it, so she glanced curiously, "Coach, what is this?"

The coach glanced at her with his upper eyelid, "Have you read light novels?"

"Japanese?" Xiao Qiao shook her head, "I don't understand."

"Then don't read it." He put the bookmark away and closed the book. Student Xiao Qiao was attracted by the bookmark again, "Coach, your bookmark is so beautiful!"

I don’t know what kind of leaf veins were cut out from the leaves, and they were preserved intact in a hard plastic case, decorated with sea-blue tassels. Xiao Qiao noticed that the coach has many kinds of such bookmarks, white, pink, red, There are black ones, and there are veins on all kinds of leaves. If you say that you can buy so many from outside, she doesn't believe it.

"Well, beauty is not yours either." The coach put the book aside and put on a serious look about discussing with her, "Can you explain you and..."

He looked up and thought for a while, then said, "Is it about Mike?"

The girl crossed her arms and looked disdainful, "Which Mike?"

Coach Hanyu almost laughed angrily at her, and pointed at her from the air, "It's that Mike from your dance class."

"Ophelia told you?" The girl's suppressed arrogance finally showed, and she looked at her coach arrogantly, "What's the matter with her?!"

The coach shook his head, "It's not what she said, that boy has been to the club several times..."

"Then you stopped me?" The girl raised her eyebrows and sneered, "What right do you have to prevent me from interacting with others?"

"If it's a normal relationship, I don't have any objections." Hanyu also looked straight into the girl's eyes, "You go out with him every night until three o'clock in the morning, and the next day's training is not good, I don't know."

Hanyu can endure Xiao Qiao's bad temper, he can endure Xiao Qiao's tattoo habit, and he can also endure the chaotic relationship between men and women before the girl is an adult.

But it was all based on her love for skating on the ice rink, which made Hanyu feel that he could teach this girl.

But when the girl started breaking it all, Hanyu couldn't help it.

"So what can you do if you know?" The girl's expression was disgusted and sharply aggressive, "Who are you and why do you interfere with my friendship?"

Qiao Xiyuan maliciously speculated whether her coach never let his wife appear in front of everyone because his wife was not good enough, and he and Ophelia have become a vague and ambiguous relationship. Such a person, why, What is her status?

The girl's eyes were as malicious as a poisonous snake, and even her smile changed, "Coach, you can't control yourself, so why do you say that about me?"

The words that followed became the dark history that Xiao Qiao would bury deeply in her heart in the future, and even her husband would not allow her to pry into the dark history.

She knew that because she was young and frivolous, her own recklessness tore off the scabbed wound on the coach's heart. The story hidden in that wound carried the fragrance of grass, the warmth of the sun and the pale color.

On the third day, Ophelia cleaned up classmate Xiao Qiao severely, and the elegant woman who had the advantage of height clenched her hands into fists and kept turning the girl's head, wowing the girl who had always been jealous. Called tears to come out.

In the end, classmate Xiao Qiao threw herself on the floor with a dead face, and said weakly, "You...damn...old woman..."

"If you were a boy, you would have been beaten by Hanyu-kun back then."

The girl groaned twice, "It's a pity, I'm a girl."

"Hanyu-kun and I really have nothing to do."

Ophelia finally spoke up.

"Do you know what it means to be like everyone else?" Ophelia rubbed the girl's hair, black hair had grown around the top of her hair, "I don't know what to say, but you need to know that your coach is the most I love his wife, very much, the kind of love."

The girl buried her face in her arms, unlike the way she shook off Ophelia's hand when they first met, and said in a muffled voice, "But I've never seen the coach's wife..."

"Is that important?" Ophelia asked back.

Classmate Xiao Qiao shook her head, her eyes sparkled with longing when she looked up, like... just like the girl from many years ago, "Teacher, do you know the story of the coach?"

"I know."

"Your coach is the greatest men's singles player ever."

Xiao Qiao nodded while listening, even though she didn't search for those materials, she knew how legendary the coach was in this project.

Promoted the established process and set countless records.

To put it bluntly, when she was doing commercials, fans threw silly poofs.

I just want to send it to the coach through her.

Although this person retired at a very young age, he has always been the highest peak.

But no matter how powerful a person is, when he was young, there was a girl who broke into his life suddenly and hastily.

The girl on the high platform was smiling, as bright as the brightest ray of sunshine.

"Can you give me your phone number?"

Starting with this sentence, his life seemed to have a bright color.

She has the brightest smile, the kindest heart, and the persistence to the extreme.

She likes to laugh, the laugh that can melt the ice rink.

She likes figure skating and can persevere to the end.

She likes boys and can always chase them.

Her eyes are full of the world, and her world is his.

She can wrestle on the flat ground stupidly, and she can also find her way to him intelligently.

The most youthful feeling when I was young, clean and free of any selfish desires, no one who is ignorant knows what this feeling is.

It was only later that I realized...ah, I like it.

Talking about love is too heavy, the most brilliant and clean liking is right.

The girl recorded the deepest secret of her uneasy heart in the Walkman, and then used hundreds of songs to hide it.

But she forgot that no matter how many songs there are, there will be a day when she can finish listening to them.

"What happened later?" At some point, Xiao Qiao sat up cross-legged and looked at her expectantly. Ophelia felt sad for no reason, her nose sore, but she forced a smile. The tone was sad, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

But she was still laughing, shaking her head.

"How do I know." She said softly, as if she was afraid of alarming someone, "I don't know."

"Only they know about the things between them." Ophelia cast her eyes out of the window, and the sunflower on the balcony raised her face to the sun and enjoyed the warm sunshine.

I don't know who warmed whom.