Another winter day.
The outside is the season of white snow, and the sky and the earth are not the common snow crystals, but pieces, like goose feathers with fine velvet edges.
It's been a long time since the snow was so blissful.
The set up venue for the press conference was as warm as spring, and countless long guns and short guns were aimed at the teenagers wearing thick sweaters on the stage.
In the preliminary competition of the men's single skating event, the proud person who won the first place without any suspense should enjoy such a grand treatment.
A British reporter asked: "Winter, the theme of your single ice dance this time is 'Plum Blossom', which is a beautiful visual enjoyment for the audience. Could you please talk about the design concept of this ice dance? ."
Dongge held the loudspeaker, and her voice was clear and clean, as if rubbing a little snow in her voice: "Plum blossom is a common image in Chinese classical literature, and it often represents pride, self-respect and an extraordinary temperament. I appreciate and love it very much. This flower."
The reporter continued to ask: "Then why did you choose a cane as a performance prop? Is there any special meaning?"
Hearing this question, the youth who was shining brightly on the ice and who was always frosty pursed his lips slightly, his eyes lit up, and his voice softened a lot: "This is from a Chinese poem." Xue, I and Plum Blossom have two white heads', is one of my life goals."
He tried his best to find the right English words and translated the poem to everyone.
The following reporters who knew something about Dongge gave a good-natured laugh.
Many people know who the "Plum Blossom" that Dong Ge wants to be with is referring to.
Sure enough, as soon as the press conference was over, the teenager received a call from his little plum blossom.
He greeted with a smile: "hi. my interseet."
He Changsheng on the other end of the phone blushed a lot behind his ears. He rubbed his fingertips twice before he remembered that Dong Ge was not around, so he didn't need to hide it, he could blush unrestrainedly.
He is serious: "I have something serious to tell you."
Dongge respectfully said, "Senior."
He Changsheng held the boy who specially recorded the Winter Song competition: "At 1 minute and 12 seconds, there is a little problem with your movements. Remember to watch the video when you review the game."
Dongge clipped the phone to her ear with her shoulders, took out a boy of the same style from her pocket, and carefully wrote down the senior's opinion: "1 minute and 12 seconds, any more?"
"Hmm. And..."
Dongge sat under the eaves and waited for the coach. Snow fell on his shoulders, and he didn't shake. He just listened to He Changsheng's words over the phone, and recorded them in detail.
After writing down his advice one by one, Dong Ge closed his mouth and said with a smile, "Senior, I'll go back to the hotel as soon as I start the review meeting, why don't you wait for me to go back and tell me."
The voice on the other end of the phone paused and said softly, "I don't want to waste too much time. Come back... and do business."
Dong Ge's cheerful laughter made the people over there flustered, scolded "don't laugh", and hung up the phone with a straight face.
The people on both sides were the same blushing.
Dong Ge put the phone on his knees, picked up a handful of snow, wiped his cheeks lightly, then looked at the boy in his hand, and turned from back to front, turning page after page until he turned to the title page.
On the title page was written a sentence: "To live to death."
This is the motto he will write on the title page of every record after he is reborn from the ashes.
Today, he is also making unremitting efforts to live well, for him and for Mr. Chi.
Dongge devoutly embraced Zi in his arms, as if embracing a belief.
The day of the Winter Song finals is coming soon, and He Changsheng is about to start his double competition schedule.
Compared with him, He Changsheng's professional life is coming to an end. Therefore, He Changsheng cherishes every opportunity of competition more than Dongge.
Early in the morning from the hotel, Dongge asked the waiter and a small fan for a lucky coin each, and put it into the pocketbook he brought.
Dongge put in the first piece: "I wish the seniors a successful competition."
Dongge put in the second piece: "I wish the seniors a happy day today."
He Changsheng listened amusingly next to him: "What about you. Why don't you ask for a wish for yourself?"
Dong Ge easily clasped He Changsheng's waist with one hand, and dropped a warm, itchy kiss on the tip of his nose: "Senior is happy, of course it can only be because of me, right?"
A person in his early twenties is a little proud and a little domineering, but He Changsheng likes it so much.
Today's Winter Song, the suit is a close-fitting silver feather coat, like a piece of moonlight draped over him. When he raised his sleeves, the delicate light feathers on his arms made him look like a bird that would soar away at any time.
According to the game order, Winter Song is the last to play.
During the usual warm-up around the field, he habitually looked at the audience.
This is the habit that Mr. Chi helped him develop during the seven years he spent with Mr. Chi day and night.
At that time, Mr. Chi would always look for Dong Feihong, his non-existent uncle in the audience.
Thinking of this, Dong Ge turned his eyes, and a familiar figure appeared in the corner of his vision.
He slid forward a bit, and then landed on the ice.
At first, Dong Ge thought it was because he was thinking too much and had hallucinations.
His uncle, who was forgotten by the world, sat in the front row of the audience as if he had never disappeared.
Next to the uncle sat a strange young man, leaning on his shoulder like a cat, squinting and smiling at him.
Dong Ge's heart suddenly jumped wildly.
… It's him.
Although he had never seen that face, Dong Ge knew that the person who could stay by his uncle's side and call him to lean on him like this must be Mr. Chi.
Winter Song was the focus of attention of the audience, and someone soon noticed the stagnation of Winter Song.
For more than ten seconds, a good camera followed, trying to get a glimpse of who Dongge was watching.
Dong Ge lowered her head, her slightly long hair slipped from behind her ears, turned and slid away, turning her gaze into a momentary loss.
The seven years of coexistence made him understand Chi Xiaochi very well.
The benefactor came silently, probably because he didn't want to be disturbed, he just wanted to watch a game quietly.
The corner of Dongge's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.
He knew what was on Chi Xiaochi's mind, and he knew clearly that he had no uncle.
So, it is self-evident who this "uncle" was born for.
Dongge has always regretted that when she discovered the secret at the time, she was unable to tell Chi Xiaochi about it.
But now, seeing the closeness between Chi Xiaochi and his uncle, his regrets are also dispelled.
All he can do is to make this match, for himself and for Chi Xiaochi.
Back in the center of the arena, Dong Ge took off her right glove with a heavy touch, raised her hand and threw it towards the stand.
Chi Xiaochi raised his hand, a glimmer of light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the glove flew to his hand exactly like a swallow in a forest, and he took it straight.
There were sighs of regret all around.
This glove can't be changed for a thousand dollars now.
Chi Xiaochi put on the gloves that were still warm, held Lou Ying's hand lightly in the warmth, and looked at the boy who was flying and burning on the ice with him.