Icebreakers, preliminaries, and growth at the same time.

But Dong Feihong quickly recovered from the strange emotions.

He asked, "Want to call your parents to come watch the game?"

Chi Xiaochi gave a lurch as she drank her soup.

Dong Feihong said mildly, "I'll give them a call. It's your first match, they should come."

Dong Ge's relationship with his parents has grown cold since he left home.

He becomes the Dong Ge of the country, but is no longer the Dong Ge of the Dong family.

Later, when Dong Ge became invalid, it was the same couple who took him home and took good care of him as he was getting old.

Older and tamer, they realize a lot of things in hindsight, but it is too late, Dong Ge has already closed himself up completely.

They pleaded and pounded outside the barriers Dong Ge had built, hoping a door would open and their son would be rescued.

However, his parents, who have seldom praised him since he was a child, cannot be trusted by Dong Ge, nor can they be Dong Ge's spiritual support; instead, they add to the tension of his deteriorating spirit.

With no other choice, his parents tearfully placed Dong Ge in a nursing home under professional care.

Instead, they retrieved a body that had been frozen in ice water in sub-zero temperatures for more than ten hours.

Seeing her son's body, Winter's mother broke down.

She started watching her son's game tape over and over again.

The son's life before this "not a job", "will not be able to find a way out", "to get hurt in old age, you will know the power" of the work, has become this half a hundred-year-old lost the only spiritual support for the elderly The old man's only spiritual support.

Her favorite video is the one of Dong Ge's first competition, where she was nervous and only came in fifth place.

The child there was most similar to the Dong Ge she remembered, silent and quiet, with a shyness in his eyes that longed for recognition.

One day, she watched the video again, shoulder to shoulder with her husband.

As if remembering something, the woman turned to her husband with slightly tousled hair and red eyes, "...... How come we didn't go to Little Song's game in the first place?"

Time to go back to the present.

Chi Xiaochi said, "The ...... tournament is in another city and they will be too far away. Besides, they have jobs."

In response to a question posed by Chi Xiaochi, or Dong Ge, Dong Feihong asked, without answering, "Do you want them to come?"

Dong Ge's long, soft eyelashes fluttered twice, hesitantly saying, "...... think."

Dong Feihong smiled, "Drink the soup. It will get cold if you don't drink it."

"But they ......"

Dong Feihong interrupted him gently, "That's not something you have to think about. Leave it to me and let me solve it, okay?"

Dong Ge looked up at him from between the steaming thermoses, a bit of wariness and uneasiness having faded from his slender, clean brow.

He nodded slowly, not quite skillfully blossoming into a smirk, "Good."

It was clearly Dong Ge's face in front of him, but when he thought of the other soul inside him, Dong Feihong couldn't suppress the upward curve of the corners of his mouth.

He said, "Go back and figure out what you want to eat when you get home this week and text me."

The next three months of Chi Xiaochi's life were very simple: on-ice training, dance training, cultural studies, everything was organized in an unhurried and orderly manner.

He even had the presence of mind to dedicate an hour a day to watching the moonlight, the fireflies, the street lamps, the fireworks in the distance, his eyes flowing with those rays of light, sometimes thinking of something, sometimes of nothing.

It had been a long time since the last school group organized a haircut, and he had grown his hair quite a bit longer, just to his shoulders.

As it happens, Chi Xiaochi himself is not a big fan of cutting hair.

He once spent an afternoon in front of a mirror teaching Dong Ge How to wear this kind of medium-length hair to look good in a princess hairstyle, and how to tie a ball head to be sturdy and look good.

But when it comes to practicing dance or ice, Chi Xiaochi gives his body back to Dong Ge and lets him run wild.

Dong Ge prefers to train alone, especially when competitions are approaching, and often stays in the dance studio late at night.

The metronome rang a four-four beat, bells, da, da, da, da, his feet on the plastic floor, snap, thud, thud, thud.

The gymnasium has rules that allow parents whose homes are in the city to visit the school.

Dong Feihong went to the school to apply for a temporary pass so that he could come to see Dong Ge train more often.

It's not all doom and gloom for him while Dong Ge practices.

He took out a sketchbook and sketched the outline of a dancing figurine on the paper with a carbon pencil.

Dong Feihong said, "Little Uncle will draw you a comic book. I'll give it to you on the day of your Bar Mitzvah."

Three months flew by in the company of Dong Feihong.

I don't know how much Dong Feihong has mediated in this, but on the eve of the competition, Dong Ge is happy to have a friend and family member.

The rink couldn't be run without someone, so Winter's dad chose to stay behind, and Winter's mom took the high-speed train with Dong Feihong to the rink, which is located in the capital.

Winter mom on the way did not stop that mouth, constantly interrogating Dong Feihong Dong Ge culture class results, and so from the physical school out of whether it can get into a decent university.

Dong Feihong was good-natured and comforted her by saying, "Dong Ge's grades are good and his training results are outstanding, otherwise why would the school let him, a freshman who has just been in the gymnasium for half a year, participate in such a large-scale competition?"

Winter's mom bristled, "A student doesn't know how to study. Ice skating is just for fun, that stuff can still be a meal haha."

Dong Feihong was particularly gentle: "Have you ever watched a skating competition?"

Winter's mom: "I've seen it on TV, young people holding hands and hugging each other, and then, boom, the person is thrown out, and then, bam, the person lands on the ground. I told him it was dangerous, the ice skates were so sharp, it would be a good idea to cut him, but he wouldn't listen."

Dong Feihong persuaded: "Dong Ge, this is the first time that a big girl gets into a sedan chair, if you don't know the rules and the referee looks at it randomly and blows it off, then our Dong Ge will not lose out."

Winter's mom's thoughts ran off for a moment, "Bullying outsiders huh?"

Dong Feihong gives a reinforcement, "...... guarantees it really will."

Winter's mom got this chicken blood on her.

In her mind, of course she could just bear the child she had birthed and raised, and if she went out and got bullied, well, she wasn't going to do it.

She took Dong Feihong's cell phone and clicked on the video on it, "His uncle, tell me about it."

But concern for concern's sake, Winter's mom didn't expect Dong Ge to win or lose in the arena at all.

In her mind, Dong Ge was just an unlucky kid who went around the ice rink without doing anything and whose mind wasn't focused on his studies, how could he jump up and down with his thin arms and legs?

As a result, during the group preliminaries, she saw Dong Ge sliding out of the preparation lane, and she immediately became anxious: "Why are you wearing so little Wow. Where are the gloves? Where's the scarf? This is not going to give you arthritis."

Dong Ge just came out and got the crowd talking.

Someone on Dong Feihong's right hand side let out, "Quite a good looking little boy."

His female companion added, "Like a little child star."

As they describe it, Dong Ge's looks have long since gone beyond "cute" due to his overall thinness, and he has a classic beauty that suits the blue and white Costen uniform, with a light gold neck ring and his black hair pulled back in a princess style.

But the praise of "little child star" was given to Chi Xiaochi.

One thing Chi Xiaochi is not afraid of is the media and flashing lights, not to mention the fact that this qualifier is just a live webcast.

He skipped along the sidelines, doing relaxation maneuvers, and while he took a few deep breaths, his body movements were clearly still in the loose rhythm of Chi Xiaochi.

He looked up into the stands, but before he could locate Dong Feihong's position, he was asked by the referee to take his place in the center of the arena.

The teenager slides into the middle of the field and makes the starting motion of the swan leading his neck.

For his first piece, he chose Jani's Nightingale.

The live commentary was by a retired skater plus a commentator with not-quite-top-notch credentials but a good mouth.

The commentator said, "That's good form for number 5."

The retired athlete nodded, "This confidence of his is quite rare and valuable among kids his age."

The narrator said, "No, two of the 12 and 3 year olds just got numb claws and didn't even catch the right rhythm."

At the first sound of the music, the teenager slid backwards, his hair blowing in the ice-laden wind and swirling with him.

The camera's close up on Dong Ge's face.

There is little smile at the corners of his mouth, but he does not appear to be grave, stern or nervous, as if he has something melancholy on his mind, but this sense of indifference is exactly in line with his acting temperament.

At first, the music was soothing, like a nightingale's cry, the sound of his ice skates falling to the ground with each step matched the beat, and the steps were smooth and articulated like flowing water, not very difficult, but everything was done cleanly and appropriately.

The sadness grew in his gaze, and he raised a hand to his forehead slightly, as if pushing himself backwards.

The retired athlete immediately recognized the move and couldn't hide the surprise in his tone, "A downward bow step?"

It was indeed the most standard downward bow step, with the arms stretched and opened to the sides in the most perfect and just right way, and the combination of force and softness was perfect, as if it were a nightingale singing up to the sky.

The commentator was about to say something when Dong Ge articulated a jumping maneuver extremely smoothly after the Bao step.

Even the less senior commentators recognize the action, "......2A?"

"...... Lower Back Bow Step Catch 2A, Level 3+ Completion."

The retired athlete's eyes changed when he looked at Dong Ge.

...... Finish is another story, but this kid's understanding of the beauty and art of skating is not at all on the same level as the youngsters who performed before him.

He glanced down at the player profiles.

...... An 11 year old is not experience, it's genius.

The teenagers on the field have started doing swallow slides.

Those who know the ropes of skating are already amazed by the level of performance shown by this obscure youngster, and even more excited are those who don't actually watch very much.

In the eyes of these laymen, "beauty", "complex movements", "more spins", is synonymous with the technical bull, Dong Ge this although there is no use of what difficult rotating movements Although Dong Ge did not use any difficult spinning moves in this match, he did the first two things very well.

At the end of the dance, Dong Ge raises his right hand to the sky.

As the melodious sound of the zither fell, it was as if all the moonlight fell on him.

After finishing all the moves, the applause was loud and Chi Xiaochi let out a long breath, only to realize that he was tired.

It was like a bolt of ice burned from his throat all the way down to his lungs, so that he couldn't perceive whether it was hot or cold.

He bowed, gave his thanks, and circled along the field once more to relax his tense muscles.

061 Immediately applied modulation to his muscles that were constantly secreting lactic acid, eliminating muscle soreness from the root of the problem.

He said, "Hard work."

Chi Xiaochi wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed to himself, "...... We did a good job, didn't we?"

Dong Feihong wanted to applaud for Dong Ge, but he didn't realize that the first one to jump up was Dong Ma, who was excited at the top of her lungs, "Son! I'm not sure what I'm talking about.

Her shouts were drowned out by the murmurs and cheers, but Chi Xiaochi still seemed to feel something and turned her head toward the stands.

The face that seemed to be disgruntled about everything was now overflowing with genuine joy.

She waved her arms at Dong Ge, who stood frozen in place, looking at her mother, who seemed to be more than twenty years younger and as excited as a teenager.

After a few seconds, he slowly pulled a smile and waved at her.

Meanwhile, 061 received a message that called him a little hard to believe.

In the next second, the next message that immediately followed surprised him even more, "Xiaochi ......"

Chi Xiaochi saw it too.

The data panel in front of him lit up.

Lou Sifan, the target of the raid, has an 8-point increase in favorability and an 8-point increase in remorse.

......061 said that he saw for the first time the spectacle of synchronized incremental increase of good feeling value and remorse value.

Chi Xiaochi's attitude, however, was calm: "I thought he wouldn't see me play until the final telecast."

061: "Lou Sifan He ......"

Chi Xiaochi slid into the departure lane and took off her hair band as soon as she could, brushing the icy residue out of her hair, "First of all, the favor value doesn't necessarily mean love; and the remorse value doesn't necessarily mean that he's reflecting on his transgressions."

061 nodded.

Chi Xiaochi said, "One of the reasons why he sees He Zhangsheng as a white moon is that He Zhangsheng's type of person is to his liking."

061 agrees with Chi Xiaochi's judgment.

For a man like Lou Sifan, who loves to play savior to show off his Madonna feelings, this kind of bullied, kind of cool, kind of artsy guy is right up his alley, and it's easy for him to become protective.

It doesn't matter if it's Li Zhangsheng, Zhang Zhangsheng, Dong Zhangsheng, it's all the same.

061 Q: "That remorse value ......"

Chi Xiaochi Yile: "One of the reasons why he treats He Zhangsheng as a white moonlight is that He Zhangsheng, although talented, is not a singles skater."