The next day, Chi Xiaochi woke up in a burst of fragrance.
In the direction of the kitchen, the pots and bowls made a slight bumping sound, and the smell of fireworks in the world was particularly reassuring.
Chi Xiaochi got up, put on cotton slippers that were a little too big for him, and stepped out of the bedroom.
This is the top floor of an old apartment in the old city of Binzhou, about 100 square meters, with two bedrooms and two living rooms. The community is not a very eye-catching high-end residential area, but it is quiet and the traffic is quite convenient.
For a single man, with a young age, a car and a house, Dong Feihong is definitely a blue-chip stock among blue-chip stocks.
As soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, the blue chip stock came out of it.
Blue chip stocks: "Wake up? How are you sleeping?"
Chi Xiaochi nodded.
"There are disposable toothbrushes and face towels in the wash cabinet." The blue chip stock held the freshly fried vegetables in his hand, and gestured towards the bathroom, "This time it is not fully prepared. When you come next time, I will prepare a long-term set for you. utensils of life.”
Chi Xiaochi showed a somewhat restrained look: "Don't be so troublesome."
The blue chip stocks said it should.
When washing, Chi Xiaochi said to 061, "I suspect Dong Feihong is Dong Ge's long-lost father."
061: "..." Actually it was me.
Chi Xiaochi made a reasonable guess: "Otherwise, why is he so good to Dongge?"
061: "..." Because it was me.
Chi Xiaochi spat out the foam in his mouth: "Teacher Liu, what is this person doing?"
"Yesterday after you fell asleep, I went to check on his condition." 061 said, "Dong Feihong, 27 years old, cartoonist, celibate, has no bad hobbies, his father and Dongge's father got into trouble when they were young It was not very pleasant, so I seldom contacted him. He went to Japan to study and returned to China about three years ago. He had an accident two years ago and injured his hand, which was quite serious. An internationally renowned neuroscientist came to Binzhou to exchange and study, but he didn't go out."
Chi Xiaochi nodded.
This explains the difference in Dongge's memory.
Restarting your life will inevitably lead to some changes.
If Dong Feihong goes abroad to manage his hands, he will not be able to come back after a year or a half.
If he took the opportunity to settle abroad because of this, it wouldn't be surprising that he didn't show up at Dongge's most difficult time.
He nodded: "Yes. I see."
061: "..." Phew, hide it.
After Chi Xiaochi finished washing up, Dong Feihong also brought a plate of shredded potatoes to the table.
The chopped green onion was fried and the edges were slightly rolled up. The sporadic chili peppers were garnished on the shredded potatoes. The two sets of bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged. The chopsticks were mahogany chopsticks. Stem rice porridge, the rice grains are boiled to melt.
Dong Feihong said: "The rice was cooked when you were sleeping yesterday, and it was deliberately left to dry for a while. It should have stopped burning your mouth."
After Chi Xiaochi picked up the chopsticks, he said again, "When your sports school is closed on Saturdays and Sundays, come to stay at my uncle's house. You leave home so young, and you don't say anything, and your heart is a little lost. Come on. Here, Uncle, there is a home-cooked hot meal to eat, and a warm home to go back to. What do you think?"
Chi Xiaochi pondered.
He couldn't fully trust this "uncle" who appeared out of nowhere.
But if he is sincere, the appearance of this uncle will definitely be beneficial and harmless to Dongge's growth and education.
He was not in a hurry to answer, he took a chopstick of potatoes and put it in his mouth.
Then he froze and looked up at Dong Feihong.
061 and Dong Feihong asked almost at the same time, "What's wrong?"
Dong Feihong tried the taste of shredded potatoes with chopsticks: "...the taste is okay."
Chi Xiaochi swallowed what was in his mouth: "I've eaten chili."
Dong Feihong smiled, got up and went to the water dispenser to pick up a cup of warm white water: "Eat slowly, don't worry."
Chi Xiaochi nodded silently, but quickened his movements and ate all the dishes on the table without a sound.
When Dong Feihong and Chi Xiaochi went downstairs and got into the car together, he continued the question he had just interrupted: "After training on Friday afternoon, shall I pick you up?"
Chi Xiaochi fastened his seat belt and said in Dongge's tone, "...I want to train."
"It's always good to have Zhang Yuqi," Dong Feihong said. "There is an ice skating rink near my house. The boss there is my junior high school classmate."
The houses are all built, and it's not a big problem to build an ice skating rink.
Chi Xiaochi thought about it for a while, and then nodded slightly, as he agreed with Dong Feihong's proposal.
Dong Feihong smiled, leaned over, and tightened Chi Xiaochi's scarf: "The car is a little old, the air conditioning is not very good, don't catch a cold."
Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyelashes, the long soft and curled eyelashes concealed a little gloom in his eyes.
Watching Chi Xiaochi enter the sports school, Dong Feihong got into the car, wiped off the water vapor from the car window, and prepared to find a place with no one without a camera for a while to perform personal evaporation.
Inadvertently, he noticed that there were several high school-aged killers in the distance, poking their heads at the entrance of the alley across the road, staring at Dongge's back and pointing.
Then they retracted their turtle heads into the alley.
"He, just that kid, he beat my brother yesterday."
"Just this mother's second chair? One pick four?"
"Enough urine."
"Isn't it? It's fucking shit. My brother is also a coward. He told me not to deal with him. He has a cover. I bah, a bear bag. I fake him? It's just that you can't get along with me, can this matter?"
"Then let's kill him?"
"Fix. Don't fix it to death. This thing is an athlete after all. If it's crippled, the brothers won't be able to get it. You just need to cut him."
"This school is strictly controlled, let's not let you in."
"How can a child of this age not run away from school?"
"Yeah, let your brother keep an eye on us. He's always alone. . . . Who's there?!"
A few people were chatting, when they heard a tall fat man with silver hair scream.
He pointed to the alley and said, "There has been a figure over there just now."
The others looked in the direction he pointed and saw nothing.
Xue Yibai's brother pouted, "You're fucking lame."
The silver-haired fat man was always facing the alley. From two or three minutes ago, he noticed that there was a shadow with an unusual shape at the alley, but he didn't think in the direction of "someone".
But just now, the shadow moved.
In order to confirm his statement, he hurried to the alley, and looked out—
There are several foam boxes piled up at the entrance of the alley.
When Fatty was mocked by the group, Dong Feihong appeared in the driver's seat of the car.
- The previous Dongge was bullied enough by Xue Yibai, and his brother had no room to intervene, so there was no such a play at all.
Looking at the fat man scratching the back of his head with a puzzled face from a distance, Dong Feihong started the car and drove in a random direction.
Chi Xiaochi changed into a gold-red training uniform today and came to the training ground.
The moment he put on the skates, an extremely strange feeling ignited in Chi Xiaochi's heart.
… Like willingly put on those red shoes that were cursed in the fairy tale, and would rather burn and turn into ashes than be the dust that was trampled underfoot at will.
Chi Xiaochi slowly slid onto the ice and said, "There is only one song that can express my mood now."
061 My mind is full of sailors, Zheng Zhihua, me and my last stubbornness.
Chi Xiaochi sang: "If you are a flaming bird, I must be the flame, surround you and surround you, burn you and burn you, yeah yeah."
061: "..." To be reasonable, just talk, why sing.
Especially the last two ye, can be called the strokes of the gods, 061 is not very good by the whole system of ye.
061, who was distracted by trivial matters and suffered from the sound of magic, forgot the abnormality of Chi Xiaochi at the dinner table in the morning.
And Chi Xiaochi also followed the instinct of this body and put it into training.
The training in the sports school is intertwined with the learning of cultural classes. Taking into account the bodies of these children, the school stipulates that the daily ice time should not exceed three hours.
However, driven by instinct, Chi Xiaochi jumped to the coach to urge him.
During this time he repeated the same action.
4T.
The move that once crippled him.
He mechanically repeats this action over and over again in the corner of the ice rink, jumping, falling, jumping, falling again.
A child's body is flexible and light, and it doesn't hurt to fall, and every skater can master the skills of preventing falls.
But every time he came into contact with the hard ice surface, surrounded by the smell of ice grits, Chi Xiaochi had the urge to cry.
This desire and obsession stems from the person within him.
His crazy behavior is of course a joke in the eyes of others.
When a coach passed by, he saw him practicing 4T, and he said loudly: "Who is that! If you can't jump, don't jump! If you don't learn to walk, you want to jump? Who's going to die!?"
Chi Xiaochi didn't speak.
He stepped back with his right foot, and the outer edge of the skates drew an arc of white marks on the ice.
Immediately, he jumped up like a starling in the forest, and the silver bracelet on his wrist drew a smooth silver light in four complete circles of rotation.
When it landed smoothly on the ice surface, the ice blade knocked out jade-like ice flowers on the ice surface.
He slid out two steps and faced the sarcastic coach just now. He drew a semi-circle with one hand, placed his palm on his abdomen, and bowed gracefully.
The coach didn't react at all, until Chi Xiaochi rowed away, he took a deep breath.
… He actually danced a complete 4T action that is difficult for anyone to achieve perfectly in international competitions
After today's training.
Chi Xiaochi slid to the sidelines, took off his skates, and walked to the locker room with them.
The surging instinct belongs to the winter song in his body, but Chi Xiaochi bears the fatigue for him.
When he arrived in the warm dressing room, the temperature difference between inside and outside interacted, and Chi Xiaochi's head began to curl up with white gas, which was very magical.
Almost every child in the locker room looks like a fairy.
He sits down, sweats profusely, and removes his training suit, and speaks to Winter Song in his body to himself: "We're doing a good job, aren't we?"
Hearing this somewhat smug and gentle tone, 061 pursed his lips and smiled.
It's really hard not to like Chi Xiaochi like this.
However, Chi Xiaochi was not used to such intense training, and his physical exhaustion directly affected his spirit.
So, in English class an hour later, he lay down.
Even when asleep, his feet are still under the table simulating uncontrolled dance moves.
He had a dream, dreaming of things when he was young.
At that time, he often did homework with Lou Ying.
In the eyes of many people, Lou Ying cannot be considered a scholar, but a scholar.
He always takes the first place, and the first place is always more than 20 points behind the second place.
Many people said they wanted to rip off his head to see what was inside. After all, it is really unfair that a person who picks up garbage for his main job and studies as a side job can still pass the exam like this.
However, at that time, Chi Xiaochi didn't feel too deeply about it.
He is two years younger than Lou Ying. In his mind, Lou Ying is not too outstanding. He is subtle and silent. He rarely uses superfluous tricks when lecturing to him, and the solutions he gives are often very simple.
Only twice did he show some clues.
The first time, it was Chi Xiaochi who couldn't understand the question he was talking about and asked him if there was an easier way.
Lou Ying said: "I have compared it, and this is the easiest of the six solutions."
The second time, it was Chi Xiaochi's school that asked them to sort out the wrong questions. Chi Xiaochi ran back bitterly and asked Lou Ying, do you want to sort out too
Lou Ying said, "If you want it."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Let me see the format."
Lou Ying said a little apologetically, "but I can fix it without any mistakes."
About two or three months later, Chi Xiaochi went to Lou Ying's house to play, and at the top of the pile of neatly arranged notebooks, he caught a glimpse of a notebook marked "wrong question notebook".
Chi Xiaochi immediately raised his tail, picked up the book, and shook it at Lou Ying: "Brother Lou, you lied to me, you said there was no wrong book."
Lou Ying is repairing a half-worn radio. He looked up, lowered his head again, and said in a gentle tone, "That's your faulty book."
Chi Xiaochi opened it in surprise, and it was true.
But the handwriting that every stroke and every painting is extremely rigorous obviously belongs to Lou Ying.
Chi Xiaochi was curious: "What are you doing with my things?"
Lou Ying asked back, "Will you fix it?"
Chi Xiaochi, who had nothing to do, immediately flattered and said, "Brother Lou is the best."
Lou Ying took a small screwdriver and removed a small screw: "Say it again."
Chi Xiaochi: "Brother Lou is the best."
Lou Ying smiled, and there seemed to be warm flowers blooming in his eyes.
After a long, long time, Chi Xiaochi would still think of those evenings and evenings when someone shared a lamp with him and pointed in his ear. "You can add an auxiliary line here".
Chi Xiaochi was woken up by the teacher hitting him with a piece of chalk.
The English class teacher was a burly man with a height of 180 and a weight of 188. He pointed to Chi Xiaochi's nose and said, "Xiaozi Piao is quite tall, have you already learned it? After you have learned it, you can translate this sentence. translate?!"
Chi Xiaochi stood up obediently: "Sixth teacher. Sixth teacher."
Summoned Beast Six Teacher: "Page 89, the third line from the left. The meaning is translated as, for a person like me who lives abroad all the year round..."
Chi Xiaochi read it like a cat and a tiger.
In the last world, people who had six grades in English and Spanish deliberately stammered this sentence of elementary school difficulty.
When he finished translating, the English teacher was also a little surprised: "It's awesome, you can still hear it when you're asleep."
Chi Xiaochi bowed his head and resisted the urge to lip flower.
The English teacher made him sit down.
After being smashed with chalk like this, he became a lot more honest and began to draw on the book with a very serious demeanor.
061 looked at it, and he drew a vivid heavy locomotive on the illustration of a simple foreign girl, and then let the girl smoke a cigarette, think about it, and put a banner behind the girl's head.
"Having a boy or a girl is different, and having a child will not be a target in the future."
061: "…"
He suddenly wondered how Chi Xiaochi was admitted to that key high school and kept the first place in the third grade in the school.
It happened on Wednesday that Dong Feihong came to pick up Chi Xiaochi for dinner, while the local sports school students can go home on Saturdays and Sundays.
In the afternoon two days later, Chi Xiaochi waited at the school gate.
Because he didn't have a mobile phone, he couldn't make an appointment with Dong Feihong. He bought a potato pancake nearby and ate it while he waited.
061 persuaded him: "Find a canteen and wait. It's warm."
Chi Xiaochi said vaguely, "I want to see him."
061: "..." Huh? what's the situation
But since Chi Xiaochi thought so, he had to speed up the time.
He looked back and saw that several colorful heads were spying on the lonely Chi Xiaochi with malicious intent.
It got dark very early in winter, and the parents who came to pick up their children gradually left, leaving only Chi Xiaochi alone, waiting eagerly under the light of the canteen.
Seeing that the opportunity was almost up, several people who were shivering with cold winked at each other.
The leader is Xue Yibai's brother.
He confirmed the situation: "Go?"
There was no response from behind, but he didn't take it to heart and walked towards Chi Xiaochi.
But just as he took the lead out of the alley, a hand stretched out from behind and directly covered his mouth, locking him into his arms.
A low and pleasant voice sounded in his ear: "Shh."
The boy's hair exploded from the roots: "Uuuuuu!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the four brothers who had been following him just now had been beaten unconscious and fell all over the alley.
Two days ago, 061 couldn't confirm whether they were talking shit or telling the truth, so they didn't do it.
Now that he has caught their current situation, he naturally does not need to be polite.
He pressed it to the ear of the terrified man, and whispered in a consultative tone, "Don't bully Dongge again, okay?"
The little gangster was terrified, and before he had time to think about it, he nodded, intending to escape the catastrophe first.
However, in the next second, there was a vague scream from the alley.
About ten minutes later, an old Buick slowly stopped in front of Chi Xiaochi, who had been waiting for a long time.
The window rolled down, revealing Dong Feihong's gentle and amiable smile: "Wait?"