Walking, planning, lucky coins.

Dong Feihong paid for that dessert.

After dessert time, he accompanied Dong Ge on a slow, aimless walk down the boulevard.

He was wearing a long camel-colored coat and a white scarf, not a very expensive brand, but it suited his temperament.

The wind ruffled the corners of his coat, revealing the outline of his curvaceous calves.

Chi Xiaochi follows him, carrying a cream tart.

Dong Feihong looked down at the paper bag in his hand, "Do you like this?"

Chi Xiaochi says, "It tastes good. Luo Sen recommended it to me last time."

Luo Sen is a Canadian skater, a talker who likes to talk to people, and a talker with such a headache that he gives Chi Xiaochi the balding air of a headmaster when he speaks.

Dong Feihong took the paper bag, "If you like it, I'll go back and learn to make it for you."

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Can it be done?"

Dong Feihong opens the paper bag and at a glance, how many grams of light cream, how many grams of high-gluten flour, how long it took to ferment, how long it took to bake, and what kind of baking paper was used, all of the data flashes from the front of his eyes, and it is clear.

Taking the message in, he lifted the bag in his right hand, "Uncle Junior does his best."

And the next moment, he felt something unusual in his right hand.

...... A hand a few sizes smaller than his latched onto the tiger's mouth of his right hand in an extremely natural way, and extended an index finger to hook the carrying handle of the paper bag with him.

Dong Feihong's face changed slightly.

He looked around and noticed a street performer not far away, doing acrobatics of tying balloons into different shapes.

He said, "Uncle Junior will tie one for you too as a souvenir."

Chi Xiaochi nods.

So naturally he pulled his hand away, "Wait for me here, don't go anywhere."

He puts his hands in his jacket pockets and walks away.

When he's gone, 061 asks, "Are you better with your contact disorder?"

Chi Xiaochi felt 061 sounded a bit strange, "...... It's okay. Haven't committed any recently."

061 hit the nail on the head when he said, "And last Sunday it was committed." When he was ranked No. 1 in the preliminaries, his coach gave him an excited hug, and as soon as he turned his head, he ran to the bathroom and threw up for three minutes.

Chi Xiaochi's sophomoric defense: "It's not been three days."

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi : "Okay, Mr. Six, I admit my mistake, I won't develop relationships with plot characters blindly from now on, don't be angry."

061 got angry, "I'm not angry."

Chi Xiaochi said shamelessly, "Next time, I'll copy the book, okay?"

061: "Copy the code."

Chi Xiaochi, a student, immediately chimed in, "Copy the code, copy the code, copy it forward and copy it backward."

061 held back a bit, "...... hmmm cough."

After coaxing Mr. Six, Chi Xiaochi didn't say another word, just looked down at his hands.

...... So this is how Lou's hands felt when he grew up and shook them.

On the other hand, 061 also can not say where he came from the gas, blocked in the chest is really not good, but spread out and feel that he is inexplicable.

Wouldn't it be nice for him to get better.

Thinking like this, he unconsciously gripped his right hand that still had warmth left in it, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curved up a little.

...... Even he didn't realize it.

The boulevard is close to a local university, and the balloonist's performance was watched by a number of college students, while the appearance of an oriental face was a bit of a surprise.

He looked around carefully for a moment and said in a very soft British accent, "Excuse me. I'd like one in the shape of a puppy, would that be all right."

The entertainer, a Mexican, said in a witty tone, "What breed do you want, sir? For the record, I hate teddies."

Dong Feihong pursed her lips and smiled, "Ordinary puppies." Ordinary like dog meat would be good.

Dong Feihong's face is already on the saucy side, and when combined with his gentle temperament and taste, the attraction is simply fatal for many girls.

Noticing the blazing eyes cast around him, Dong Feihong naturally turned his head and gave a slight nod to one of the girls with a smile, "Would you like one?"

The girl in the red coat's eyes went straight up, "May I?"

"My pleasure. But, at the risk of asking, do you have any coins?"

Another somewhat chubby, rosy-cheeked girl raised her hand, "I did."

Dong Feihong's eyes flicked backward to Dong Ge and then back again, "It's like this. I'm out traveling with my child, and I want to collect some coins from strangers and save those coins to wish him well in his life."

At the word "child", the girls exchanged glances, and their slight regret quickly changed to admiration in a unified manner.

The fat girl touched a coin out.

The girls who had coins on them touched one out.

The girl in the red coat asked, "Do we need to say anything special."

Dong Feihong said, "As long as it's a wish, it's all good."

"What is your child's name?"

Dong Feihong smiled shallowly, "Chinese name is Dong Ge, English name is July."

Dong Ge is Dong Ge and July is Chi Xiaochi's English name.

The blessings collected in this way are double.

The girls made their wishes reverently, and Dong Feihong took their coins, said thank you, and took out his wallet and paid the artist a hundred Canadian dollar bill, "Can I trouble you to make one for each of them?"

With that said, he picked up his puppy and headed in the direction Chi Xiaochi was waiting for him.

Seeing the coin in his hand, Chi Xiaochi was used to it: "Got the lucky coin again?"

Dong Feihong smiled and handed him the puppy, jingling the coins into his pocket again.

These years have been sped up 12-fold, yet they have been experienced by three people literally together.

In each country he visits, Dong Feihong collects coins and goodwill from passersby, which he then stores.

The coins are different colors and denominations, and stocked full, there has been a jar of them.

Chi Xiaochi said as she walked, "The piggy bank is getting full."

Dong Feihong said, "Then get another new one."

Chi Xiaochi held the balloon, examined it and said, "Let's give you a name. Call it Dog Meat."

Dong Feihong laughs, "What a name."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Just call it dog meat."

Dong Feihong thought symbolically for a moment and chose to compromise: "Fine."

Chi Xiaochi and Dong Feihong waited for the dog to run out of breath before boarding their flight out of Toronto.

Dong Feihong's home is a little far from the school, but very close to the provincial team. Since Dong Ge moved to the provincial team, he often came to see him, and when he moved to the adult team, Dong Feihong naturally had to help him move.

Dong Ge's hair has grown long again. Chi Xiaochi looked in the mirror and thought for half a day before tying herself up in a high ponytail.

Although they are in the same provincial team, the adult team and the youth team have different dormitory buildings, different training grounds and are clearly separated from each other.

As Dong Feihong carried the luggage to the car, Chi Xiaochi slid around on the suitcase.

Sparing such a childish dignified appearance, the passing youth team members encountered him and their attitudes all immediately tightened considerably:

"Winter."

"Hello Winter."

Dong Ge is a name that is meant to be beaten up, and when you call it properly, you can take advantage of people, so when you first joined the youth team, many people muttered behind your back.

Gradually, however, no one questioned the name, and even most of his older teammates were willing to call him "Dong" with all their hearts.

One, because he's gradually gaining credentials, and two, because of the awards he's gotten his hands on.

With seniority, it's old fashioned at best, and the awards are the proper backbone.

Settling his bags, Dong Feihong sat down on the bed, "How about training first, or going to get something to eat first?"

Dong Ge said, "Let's go to the cafeteria, today the cafeteria is on Saturday, the cafeteria sells small roasted chickens. Mrs. Liu promised to save one for me."

Dong Ge and Dong Feihong both like the small barbecue chicken in the cafeteria. The skin is crispy and the meat is so well-cooked that chopsticks inserted into the back of the chicken can easily tear it in half, and with the barbecue sauce, it can be considered as the most delicious dish on earth.

The two men were thinking about little roasted chickens, and neither of them expected to run into Lou Sifan, who had just returned from training, as soon as they stepped outside.

Chi Xiaochi immediately perked up, "Yoohoo, ATM is here."

061: "...... You don't remember what his name is, do you?"

Chi Xiaochi: "I know, Lou."

061: "Lou what?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Lou what?"

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

Chi Xiaochi: "Ohhhhhh."

061: What does "......" ohhhhhhhhh mean.

Lou Sifan, holding a thermos bottle in his hand, stared at Dong Ge for a moment.

But he quickly broke into a gentle and polite light smile, "Back?"

Dong Ge gave a slight nod, "Well, here it comes."

Lou Sifan asked "back", but Dong Ge answered "here".

Obviously, they are not talking about the same thing when they ask and answer.

Dong Ge's reply was a bit provocative, but it was also in line with the rumored "pride".

Lou Sifan, who of course can't be bothered with juniors about this, said, "Nice race. The first race in the adult division was the championship, what a way to open the door."

Dong Ge asked, "Thank you, Brother Fan."

Seeing that Dong Ge did not ask any further questions, Lou Sifan was vaguely relieved.

He would have been able to go to this Grand Prix, but he fell out on his ass during the first game of the budget tournament and bought a plane ticket back the next day.

Chi Xiaochi knows the plot too.

Dong Ge's last entry into the adult team was delayed by three months and he did not qualify for the Grand Prix.

Lou Sifan even took a half day off work when he was frustrated to return and came to the provincial team to skate with him.

This time, Dong Ge just didn't have that American time to grind with him, picking up the laurels he didn't get and slinking back.

Lou Sifan, of course, did not want to continue to extend on this topic, so he directed his attention to Dong Feihong: "I've seen this one before, are you ...... Dong Ge's brother-in-law?"

Being on the same provincial team, Lou Sifan has certainly seen Dong Feihong come to Dong Ge on more than one occasion.

Dong Feihong says politely, "It's me. You must be Dong Ge's predecessor. There is another child, He."

Lou Sifan: "You mean Zhangsheng?"

Dong Feihong : "Ah. It should be."

Lou Sifan held out his hand, wanting to shake it, in a polite gesture of determination, "I'll take care of Winter ......"

Just then, the door to the dormitory next door to Dong Ge opened.

He Zhangsheng appeared behind the door of the room in shorts and a black tank top, all in black, showing off the curves of extremely slim and beautiful muscles.

He glanced at Dong Ge : "Dong Ge, you're here?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he fell headlong and leaned into Dong Ge's arms.

Before Chi Xiaochi could recoil, she was startled by the warmth of his forehead.

Holy shit, this burns like a manhole cover in the summer.

Dong Feihong immediately and unmovingly helped He Zhangsheng up, keeping him away from Dong Ge: "Is everything alright."

Thanks to He Zhangsheng did not really burn out, just heard someone talking outside in bed, got up hard, confused for a moment.

He lifted his burning wet eyes and his tone was as serious as ever, "It's fine."

Dong Feihong touched his forehead, "The fever is so severe, you have to see a doctor."

He Zhangsheng logic is quite clear: "No need. I have this kind of constitution, the fever comes on quickly and recedes quickly, I can get well in one day, and I can train tomorrow."

Lou Sifan glanced at Dong Ge and realized there was no change in his demeanor, so he held up the thermos in his hand, "Brought him a sick meal."

Dong Feihong said, "Then eat quickly. I'll take Dong Ge to dinner. Dong Ge will live next door to you from now on, so please take care of him."

Suddenly entrusted, He Zhangsheng blinked once, his eyes so watery that they almost flooded out, "I will."

After handing He Zhangsheng over to Lou Sifan, Dong Feihong was about to leave with Dong Ge, but Lou Sifan stopped him from behind: "Dong Ge, I have a training mission in the afternoon, can you come and take care of Zhangsheng?"

Dong Ge stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He Zhangsheng goes to pull Lou Sifan: "Don't bother people."

Dong Ge said, "No problem. Coach asked me to write my post-game thoughts, and it's the same wherever I write them."

After explaining this matter, Dong Ge left.

Looking at Dong Ge's back, Lou Sifan pondered.

-- At the end of Dong Ge's qualifier, Dong Ge looked a little off after hugging his coach.

When the camera catches his back as he turns to leave, he is pressing one hand to his stomach, seemingly in discomfort.

Lou Sifan has been following Dong Ge's training for the past three years.

Ice skating has occasional pairs drills, but Lou Sifan has found that Dong Ge almost always avoids similar drills if he can, and if he has done them, his concentration plummets for the rest of the session.

He felt more and more that Dong Ge's reluctance to skate pairs was justified.

However, it was no longer practical to advise Dong Ge to skate in pairs, and he had to think of other ways to get Dong Ge to do more training like this.

Thinking about it in a different way, it's also helping Dong Ge to overcome mental barriers and shortcomings, isn't it.

Therefore, after entering the door, while lifting the lid of the thermos, he said to He Zhangsheng as if he had no intention of doing so, "Zhangsheng, do you think Dong Ge has any shortcomings."

He Zhangsheng has always been a pragmatic person: "It's pretty perfect in every way, but there are times when it's not coordinated enough."

"How do you practice coordination?"

"Sandbag practice it is. And then there's double practice throwing."

"I've seen Dong Ge train twice. He never seems to like working with people on this." Lou Sifan said, "You're a senior and experienced, and people have been in bed with you, so have mercy and help him get through this technical hurdle. How about that?"

He Zhangsheng, his face burning red, raised his eyes and thought, "Yeah."

Lou Sifan smiled slightly.

Dong Ge's stubbornness is not known to anyone, it is impossible to admit to people that he has a physical contact disorder.