Negligence, remediation, siege plan.

The next day, Chi Xiaochi wakes up to a scent.

In the direction of the kitchen, pots and pans made a subtle knocking sound, clanking and clanking, and the smell of earthly fire was extraordinarily soothing.

Chi Xiaochi gets up, puts on his cotton slippers, which are a little too big for him, and kicks his way out of the bedroom.

This is the top floor of an old apartment in the old city of Binzhou, about one hundred square meters, two rooms and two bathrooms. The neighborhood is not a very eye-catching high residential area, but the advantage is quiet, the transportation is also quite convenient.

For a single male, young, with a car and a house, Dong Feihong is definitely the best of the best.

As soon as they reached the kitchen door, the performance unit came out of it.

Performer: "Awake? How did you sleep?"

Chi Xiaochi nods.

"There are disposable toothbrushes and washcloths in the sink cabinet." The top-performing stock was carrying freshly fried dishes in his hand, gesturing towards the direction of the bathroom, "I didn't prepare everything this time. When you come next time, I'll prepare a set of long-term living utensils for you."

Chi Xiaochi showed a bit of restraint, "Don't bother."

The performance stock says it should.

While washing up, Chi Xiaochi said to 061, "I suspect Dong Feihong is Dong Ge's long-lost real father."

061: "......" is actually me.

Chi Xiaochi reasoned, "Why else would he be so nice to Dong Ge?"

061: "......" because it's me again.

Chi Xiaochi spat out the foam in her mouth, "Mr. Six, what the hell does this guy do."

"Yesterday after you fell asleep, I went to check up on him." 061 said, "Dong Feihong, 27 years old, cartoonist, celibate, no bad habits, his father and Dong Ge's father didn't get along too well when they were young, so they seldom have contact. He went to Japan to study, and returned home about three years ago. Two years ago, he had an accident and injured his hand, which was quite serious. He had planned to go abroad for treatment, but at that time there were several internationally renowned neurologists coming to Binzhou for exchange and study, so he didn't go out."

Chi Xiaochi nods.

That explains the little discrepancy in Dong Ge's memory.

It's inevitable that life will start all over again with a few variables.

Dong Feihong If you go abroad to treat your hand, you won't be able to return for a year and a half.

If he took the opportunity to settle abroad because of this, it is not surprising that he did not show up at Dong Ge's most difficult time.

He nodded, "Success. I got it."

061: "......" Phew, concealed.

As Chi Xiaochi washes up, Dong Feihong brings a plate of shredded potatoes to the table.

Scallions are slightly curled at the edges by the oil, scattered chili peppers are scattered on the yellow and thick potato shreds, two pairs of chopsticks are neatly arranged, the chopsticks are mahogany chopsticks, the bowl is a blue and white big-bellied bowl, and full of terraced rice congee, the rice grains are simmering to the point of melting.

Dong Feihong said, "The rice was cooked on yesterday while you were sleeping, and it was purposely left to dry for a while, so it shouldn't be hot anymore."

After Chi Xiaochi picked up the chopsticks, he added: "When you're free on Saturdays and Sundays, come and stay at Uncle Xiaochi's house. You left home at such a young age, you don't say so, but your heart is a little bit lost, right? To the little uncle here, have a mouthful of home-cooked hot meals can eat, have a warm home can return. What do you think?"

Chi Xiaochi murmured.

He couldn't trust this "brother-in-law" who appeared out of nowhere.

But if he is sincere, the presence of this little uncle will definitely be beneficial to Dong Ge's growth and education.

He wasn't in a hurry to answer, and took a chopstick of potato and brought it to his mouth.

Then his whole body froze and raised his eyes to look at Dong Feihong.

061 and Dong Feihong asked almost simultaneously, "What's wrong?"

Dong Feihong took chopsticks and tried the flavor of the shredded potatoes, "...... It tastes okay."

Chi Xiaochi swallows what's in her mouth, "I got chili."

Dong Feihong smiled, got up and went to the water fountain to get a cup of warm white water, "Eat slowly, there's no rush."

Chi Xiaochi nodded silently, but quickened his movements and ate all the food on the table without a word.

He waited until Dong Feihong was downstairs in the car with Chi Xiaochi before continuing the question that had just been interrupted, "Why don't I pick you up Friday afternoon after practice?"

Chi Xiaochi buckled his seatbelt and said in a Dong Ge tone, "...... I'm going to train for it."

"It's always good to have tension and relaxation." Dong Feihong says, "There is a skating rink near my home. The owner there is my junior high school classmate."

With all the houses built, another skating rink wouldn't be a big deal.

Chi Xiaochi thought for a moment before giving a small nod of approval to Dong Feihong's proposal.

Dong Feihong smiled, peeked over, and tightened Chi Xiaochi's scarf, "The car is a bit old, the air conditioning isn't very good, don't catch a cold."

Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyelashes, the long soft and curved lashes hid a bit of the depressed color in his eyes.

After seeing Chi Xiaochi enter the school, Dong Feihong got into his car, wiped the vapor off the window, and prepared to perform another evaporation in a place with no one and no cameras.

Unintentionally, he noticed a few high school-aged killers in the distance probing at the mouth of the alley across the road, staring and pointing at Dong Ge's back.

Then they shrunk their turtle heads back into the alley.

"Him, that's the kid, he beat up my brother yesterday."

"Just this pussy two-chair? One against four?"

"That's pissy enough."

"Ain't that right? That's fucking pissy. My brother's a wimp, too, and he told me not to bother him, that he had someone to protect him. I don't know, he's a bear. I'm not ashamed of him? If he dishonors my brother, he's dishonoring me, so how does that count?"

"So let's fuck him up?"

"The whole. But do not to the death of the whole ah, this thing at least is an athlete, crippled, the brotherhood of a few will not fall good, cut him a meal."

"This school is tight enough to keep out, isn't it?"

"What kid at that age doesn't slip and skip school?"

"Yeah, have your brother keep an eye on us. There's always a time when he falls off the wagon. ...... Who's there?!"

A few people were chatting away when they heard a tall, fat man with dyed silver hair call out.

He pointed to the mouth of the alley and said, "There's been a figure over there just now."

The others looked in the direction he was pointing and saw nothing.

Xue Yibai's brother bristled, "You're fucking lame."

The fat silver-haired man had been standing facing the entrance to the alley, and from two or three minutes ago he had noticed a shadow of an unusual shape at the mouth of the alley, but he hadn't thought in the direction of "someone".

But just now, the shadow moved.

To corroborate his statement, he hurried quickly to the mouth of the alley, and peered out -

Several foam boxes were stacked at the mouth of the alley.

Dong Feihong appeared in the driver's seat of the car while the fat man was being laughed at en masse.

--The old Dong Ge was bullied enough by Xue Yibai that his brother had no room to intervene, so there wasn't even a scene.

Looking from afar at the fat man scratching the back of his head with a puzzled look, Dong Feihong started the car and picked a random direction to drive.

Chi Xiaochi changed into a gold and red training outfit for today's training session.

The moment the skates were put on, a very strange feeling was born in Chi Xiaochi.

...... It's like willingly wearing the cursed red dancing shoes in the fairy tale, preferring to blaze and turn into ashes, rather than be the dust that is casually trampled under the feet.

Chi Xiaochi slowly skated onto the ice and said, "There's only one song that speaks to me right now."

061 is full of sailors ah, Jung Ji-hwa ah, me and my last stubbornness and what not.

Chi Xiaochi sings, "If you were a firebird, I'd be the flame that surrounds you surrounds you, burns you burns you, yeah yeah yeah."

061: "......" Reasoning, talk is talk, why sing.

Those last two yay's in particular were a godsend, and 061 was yay'd to the point where his entire system wasn't quite right.

Distracted by trivia and suffering from a demonic voice in his ear, 061 forgot about Chi Xiaochi's little anomaly at the dinner table in the morning.

And Chi Xiaochi followed his body's instincts and threw himself into the training.

Training and cultural studies are intertwined in the gymnasium, and in consideration of these children's bodies, the school stipulates that they cannot be on the ice for more than three hours a day.

However, driven by instinct, Chi Xiaochi jumped until the coach came to urge him on.

During that time he repeated the same action.

4T.

The move that had once nullified his jump.

He mechanically repeated the maneuver over and over in the corner of the rink, jumping, falling, jumping again, falling again.

Children's bodies are flexible and light enough that falls aren't really painful, and fall prevention techniques are more than every skater can master.

But every time he makes contact with the hard ice, surrounded by the smell of icy grits, Chi Xiaochi feels the urge to shed a tear.

This longing and obsession stems from the person inside him.

This maddening display of his was of course a joke in the eyes of the onlookers.

A coach was passing by and saw him practicing the 4T and said especially loudly, "That guy! If you can't jump, don't jump! You want to make a big jump before you've learned how to walk? Whose fault is it if you fall to your death!?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything.

He retreated with his right foot, the outer edge of his skates making a circular white mark on the ice.

Whirling, he leapt up like a starling in the forest, the silver kushion on his wrist cutting a smooth silver light in a consummate four-circle spin.

As it landed smoothly on the ice, the ice blade knocked out shattered jade-like ice flowers on the surface.

He slid out two steps, facing toward the coach who had just uttered a sneer, and made a half-circle with one hand, placing the palm of his hand on his stomach in a graceful bow.

That coach didn't react at all until Chi Xiaochi paddled away and took a breath of cold air.

...... He actually danced a complete 4T move that would be hard for anyone to perfect at an international competition?

After today's portion of the training.

Chi Xiaochi skates to the side of the rink, unhooks his skates and carries them toward the locker room.

The surging instincts belonged to Dong Ge in his body, but Chi Xiaochi bore the labor for him.

In the warmth of the locker room, the difference in temperature between the inside and the outside was so great that Chi Xiaochi's head began to bubble upwards in a magical way.

Almost every kid in the locker room had such a fairytale look about them.

He sits down, sweaty, removes his training clothes, and talks to himself, to the Dong Ge in his body, "We're doing well, aren't we?"

Hearing such a somewhat smug and gentle tone, 061 pursed his lips and smiled.

It's really hard not to like Chi Xiaochi in this way.

However, Chi Xiaochi was not used to such intense training and the physical exhaustion had a direct impact on his spirit.

So, in English class an hour later, he plopped down.

Even asleep, his feet were still shifting under the table in an uncontrollable simulation of dance steps.

He had a dream about being young.

He used to do his homework with Lou Ying at that time.

In the eyes of many people, Lou Ying can't be considered a bully, he has to be considered a god.

He took first place all year long, and first always fell more than twenty points behind second place.

Many people let it slip that they wanted to peel open his head to see what was inside. After all, it's really God's injustice that someone whose main job is picking up garbage and whose secondary job is studying can still pass the exams.

At that time, however, Chi Xiaochi didn't feel too strongly about it.

He was two years younger than Lou Ying, and in his mind Lou Ying was not too obvious, silent, and seldom used unnecessary tricks when he explained problems to him, and the solutions he gave were often plain and simple.

Only twice did he reveal something.

The first time, Chi Xiaochi couldn't understand a question he was talking about and asked him if there was an easier way.

Lou Ying said, "I've compared them, and this is the easiest of the six solutions."

The second time, it was Chi Xiaochi who was assigned the task of organizing their problem books at school. Chi Xiaochi ran back bitterly and asked Lou Ying, "Do you have to organize them too?

Lou Ying said, "If I have to."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Let me see the format."

Lou Ying apologized a little, "But I don't have the wrong questions to be able to whole."

About two or three months later, Chi Xiaochi went to Lou Ying's house to play, and at the top of a pile of neatly organized books, he caught a glimpse of a notebook labeled "Wrong Problems Book".

Chi Xiaochi suddenly raised his little tail, picked up the book and shook it at Lou Ying, "Lou, you lied to me, you said there was no wrong question book."

Lou Ying is fixing a half-ruined radio. He looked up, then down, and said in a gentle tone, "That's your error book."

Chi Xiaochi was surprised when he opened it, but it was true.

But the handwriting, with its rigor in every stroke, clearly belonged to Lou Ying.

Chi Xiaochi wonders, "What are you doing organizing mine?"

Lou Ying asked rhetorically, "Can you do the whole thing?"

Chi Xiaochi, who has nothing to do with anything, immediately kissed his ass and said, "Lou is the best."

Lou Ying takes a small screwdriver and removes a small screw, "Say that again."

Chi Xiaochi: "Lou is the best."

Lou Ying smiled, as if there were warm flowers blooming in his eyes.

Long afterward, Chi Xiaochi still remembers those evenings at dusk when a man shared a lamp with him and whispered in his ear. "You can add an auxiliary line here."

Chi Xiaochi was woken up by a teacher's chalk.

The English teacher, a big man who was one hundred and eighty and weighed one hundred and eighty, pointed at Chi Xiaochi's nose and said, "You're quite tall, you've learned it all, haven't you? If you've learned it, why don't you translate it?"

Chi Xiaochi stood up nicely, "Mr. Six. Mr. Six."

Summoning Beast Six Teacher: "Page 89, third line from the left. The meaning translated is, for me, a frequent traveler ......"

Chi Xiaochi recited it as if it were a cat.

People who were all sixes in English-Spanish in the last world deliberately stumbled over this elementary school difficulty sentence.

When he finished translating, the English teacher was also a bit amazed, "Quite impressive, this can still be heard while asleep."

Chi Xiaochi looks down, resisting the urge to blossom.

The English teacher sat him down.

After being hit by the chalk so hard, he was also quite honest and began to draw on the book with a very serious demeanor.

061 probed, he drew a subtle heavy locomotive over an illustration of a plain foreign girl, had the girl hold a cigarette, and, after some thought, added a banner behind the girl's head.

"It's not the same to have a boy or a girl, there's no one in the future for a child."

061: "......"

He suddenly wondered how Chi Xiaochi had managed to get into that major high school and stayed at the top of his class for three years.

Dong Feihong's visit to pick up Chi Xiaochi for dinner happened on Wednesday, and the gymnasium students who live locally were allowed to return home on Saturday and Sunday.

Two days later, in the afternoon, Chi Xiaochi was waiting in front of the school.

Because he didn't have a cell phone, he couldn't make an appointment with Dong Feihong. He bought a pancake with shredded potatoes nearby and ate it while he waited.

061 advised him, "Find a kiosk and wait. It's warm."

Chi Xiaochi said vaguely, "I want to see him."

061: "......" huh? What the hell?

But since Chi Xiaochi thinks so, he'll have to speed up his time.

He looked back and several colorful heads were peering wistfully at Chi Xiaochi, who was alone.

It gets dark early in the winter, and the parents who have come to pick up their children gradually leave, leaving Chi Xiaochi alone, waiting by the light of the kiosk.

Seeing that the opportunity was almost there, a few of the freezing men winked at each other.

The leader was Xue Yibai's brother.

He confirmed the situation, "On?"

There was no response from behind him, but he didn't take it to heart and stepped toward Chi Xiaochi.

But the moment he led the way out of the alleyway, a hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth directly, locking him in a chokehold.

A low, pleasant voice rang in his ear, "Shhh."

The kid's hair blew up at the roots, "Uh-uh-uh-uh!"

His afterglow saw that the four brothers who had been trailing behind him in a trail just a moment ago had already been beaten unconscious and fell down an alleyway sideways.

Two days ago, 061 couldn't confirm if they were talking or serious, so he didn't do anything about it.

Now that he had caught them in the act, he naturally didn't have to be polite.

He pressed to the ear of the person whose eyes were full of panic and whispered in a consultative tone, "Stop bullying Dong Ge, okay."

The punk's eyes were full of panic, and he nodded his head without having time to think about it, intending to dodge a bullet first.

The next second, however, there were muffled screams from within the alley.

About ten minutes later, an old Buick slowly pulled up in front of the waiting Chi Xiaochi.

The window rolled down, revealing Dong Feihong's gentle and friendly smiling face, "Waiting anxiously, right?"