But Dong Feihong quickly recovered from the strange emotion.
"Are you going to call your parents to watch the game?" he asked.
Chi Xiaochi drank the soup for a while.
Dong Feihong said gently: "I'll give them a call. This is your first game, they should come."
Since Dongge left home, her relationship with her parents has gradually cooled down.
He became the winter song of the country, but no longer the winter song of the winter family.
Later, Dongge was abandoned, and it was the elderly couple who took him home and took good care of him.
Old and docile in temperament, they figured out a lot of things after realizing it, but it was too late, Dongge had completely closed and wrapped himself up.
They begged and banged outside the wall that Wintersong had erected, hoping a door would open and their son rescued.
However, his parents, who had seldom praised him since childhood, could not make Dongge trust him, let alone become Dongge's spiritual support, but made him even more nervous about his gradually deteriorating spirit.
There was really no other way, so the parents tearfully sent Dongge to a nursing home and handed it over to professionals.
But what they brought back was a corpse that had been frozen in sub-zero temperature ice water for more than ten hours.
Seeing her son's body, Winter Mother collapsed.
She began to watch her son's game tape over and over again.
The work of "not doing a proper job", "there will be no way out in the future", and "you will know when you get old when you get hurt", which your son did before his death, has become the only spiritual sustenance for this elderly man who is over 500 years old and lost his only child. .
What she likes most is the video of Dongge participating in the competition for the first time, but only winning the fifth place because of nervousness.
The child there was the closest to the Winter Song in her memory, silent and quiet, with a little shyness in her eyes longing for approval.
One day, she and her husband watched the video side by side again.
The woman seemed to remember something, turned her hair slightly and turned her eyes to her husband: "...why didn't we watch Xiaoge's game in the first place?"
Time goes back to the present.
Chi Xiaochi said: "...the competition location is in other cities, they will be too far away. Besides, they still have jobs."
Dong Feihong didn't answer the question raised by Chi Xiaochi, also known as Dong Ge, but asked, "Do you want them to come?"
Dong Ge's long soft eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and hesitantly said, "... think."
Dong Feihong smiled: "Drink the soup. If you don't drink it, it will be cold."
"But they..."
Dong Feihong interrupted him gently: "That's not something you have to consider. Leave it to me and let me solve it, okay?"
Dongge looked up at him from between the hot thermos, and a little bit of vigilance and anxiety had faded from Xiuxiu's clean brows.
He nodded slowly, and smiled unskillfully: "Okay."
It was clearly Dong Ge's face in front of him, but when he thought of another soul in his body, Dong Feihong couldn't hold back the upward curvature of the corners of his mouth.
"Go back and think about what you want to eat at home this week and text me," he said.
For the next three months, Chi Xiaochi lived a very simple life. Ice training, dance training, and cultural studies were all arranged in an orderly manner.
He even had the intention to set aside an hour every day to watch the moonlight, fireflies, street lights, and fireworks in the distance. His eyes flowed with the light, sometimes thinking about something, and sometimes thinking about nothing.
It has been a long time since the last school group haircut, and his hair has grown a lot, just reaching his shoulders.
It just so happened that Chi Xiaochi himself didn't like cutting his hair very much.
He once spent an afternoon in front of the mirror teaching Dongge how to comb a princess's head with medium and long hair, and how to tie a ball head to make it strong and good-looking.
But when practicing dance or ice, Chi Xiaochi would hand over his entire body to Dongge and let him go crazy.
Dongge likes to train alone, especially when the competition is approaching, and often stays in the dance classroom late at night.
The metronome sounded in the rhythm of four or four beats, bell, tap, tap, tap, and his feet stepped on the plastic floor, pop, thump, thump, thump.
Sports schools have regulations that allow parents who live in the city to visit the school.
Dong Feihong deliberately went to the school to apply and got a temporary pass, so that he could often watch Dongge training.
When Dongge was practicing dancing, he was not idle either.
He took out a sketchbook and sketched the outline of a dancing figure on the paper with a carbon pen.
Dong Feihong said, "My uncle will draw you a cartoon. I will give it to you on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony."
Accompanied by Dong Feihong, three months passed quickly.
I don't know how much mediation Dong Feihong has done in it. On the eve of the game, Dong Ge likes to mention a group of relatives and friends.
The skating rink cannot be run without anyone, so Dad Dong chose to stay, while Mom Dong and Dong Feihong took the high-speed rail to the arena in Beijing.
Mother Dong didn't stop her mouth all the way, and kept asking Dong Feihong how her grades in Dongge's culture class were, and whether she could get into a decent university when she came out of the sports school.
Dong Feihong was good-natured, so he comforted her and said, "Dong Ge's grades are good, and his training results are also very good. Otherwise, why would the school let him, a freshman who has just attended the sports school for half a year, participate in such a large-scale competition?"
Mother Dong curled her lips: "A student doesn't know how to study. Skating is just for fun, and that stuff can be eaten as a meal."
Dong Feihong's attitude was particularly mild: "Have you ever seen a figure skating competition?"
Mother Dong: "I saw it on TV, the young people were holding each other and hugging each other, bang bang, people were thrown out, bang bang, people fell to the ground. I just said this old danger, such an old sharp ice blade, according to the picture A scratch on the body is fine, but this little calf won't listen."
Dong Feihong persevered and persuaded: "Dong Ge's return to the competition is also the first time that a big girl has stepped into the sedan chair. If you don't understand the rules, the referee will read it carelessly, and it will be wrong. Isn't our Dong Ge at a disadvantage?"
Mother Dong's thoughts went off the rails: "Bullying outsiders?"
Dong Feihong strengthened it a bit: "... It's really possible to keep things uneven."
Mother Dong's blood was slapped on her.
In her mind, the child she gave birth to, of course, she can bear casually, if she goes out and is bullied, she will not do it.
She grabbed Dong Feihong's mobile phone and clicked on the video above: "Uncle, tell me."
But attention is paid to attention, Dong Ma didn't have any expectations for Dongge's victory on the field.
In her mind, Dongge is just an unlucky child who wanders around the ice rink with nothing to do, and doesn't focus on studying at all.
As a result, during the group preliminaries, when she saw Dong Song slipping out of the preparation channel, she immediately became anxious: "Why are you wearing so little. Where are the gloves? What about the scarf? This won't give you arthritis."
As soon as Dongge appeared on the stage, it caused a discussion among the audience.
Someone on Dong Feihong's right hand snorted: "What a pretty little boy."
His girlfriend added: "Like a child star."
Just as they described, because of his overall thinness, Dong Ge's appearance has long been out of the category of "cute", and he is quite classically beautiful. His temperament is very suitable for this blue-and-white Costen suit, with a lock on his neck. Wearing a pale golden neck ring, her black hair was pulled into the style of a princess head.
But the praise of "little child star" was given to Chi Xiaochi.
What Chi Xiaochi is most afraid of is the media and flashing lights, not to mention that this qualifier is just a webcast.
He slipped around the side of the court, doing relaxation movements, and although he took a few deep breaths, his body movements were obviously still Chi Xiaochi's sloppy rhythm.
He looked up at the stands, but before he could locate Dong Feihong, he was asked by the referee to take his place in the center of the field.
The teenager slid into the field and made the initial movement of a swan pulling his neck.
For his first piece, he chose Yanni's "Nightingale".
The on-site commentary was performed by a retired figure skater and a commentator who was not first-class, but had a good mouth.
The commentator said, "Player No. 5 is in good shape."
The retired athlete nodded: "His confidence is quite rare among children of his age, and it is very valuable."
The narrator said: "No, two 12- and 3-year-olds were numb just now, and they didn't even grasp the rhythm."
At the beginning of the music, the boy slid back, his hair blown by the icy wind and swirling with him.
The close-up of the camera was given to Dongge's face.
There was no smile at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't appear dignified, sharp or nervous, and seemed a little melancholy, but this sense of indifference was exactly in line with his acting temperament.
At first, the music was soothing, like the chirping of a nightingale. The sound of each step of his ice skating hitting the ground matched the rhythm. The dance steps were smooth and connected like flowing water. The difficulty was not too great, but everything was done cleanly and properly.
The sadness in his eyes became thicker, and he raised his hand to slightly touch his forehead, as if pushing himself back.
The retired athlete immediately recognized this action, and his voice couldn't hide his surprise: "Lower waist and bow?"
That is indeed the most standard low-waisted abalone. The arms stretch and open to the sides are the most perfect and just right. The combination of strength and softness is perfect, like a nightingale singing to the sky.
Just as the narrator was about to say something, he saw Dongge making a very smooth jumping motion after Bao's step.
Even an inexperienced commentator can recognize the action: "… 2A?"
"... 2A in the lower waist and Baobu, and the completion degree is above three."
The eyes of the retired athletes looking at Dongge have changed.
… The degree of completion is another matter, but the child's understanding of the beauty and art of figure skating is completely different from the previous performers.
He looked down at the player profile.
… 11 year olds, not experience, but genius.
The teenagers on the field have already begun to do swallow slides.
Those who know the doorway of figure skating are already amazed at the level displayed by this unknown teenager, and even more excited are those who actually do not understand very well.
In the eyes of these laymen, "beautiful", "complicated movements", and "many circles" are synonymous with excellent skills. Although Dongge didn't use any difficult rotating movements in this game, they would not be able to enjoy it enough. However, the first two The one did it very well.
At the end of the dance, Dongge raised her right hand and stretched it towards the sky.
As the melodious sound of the piano fell, it seemed that all the moonlight fell on him.
After completing all the actions, the applause broke out loudly, and Chi Xiaochi let out a long breath before feeling tired.
It was as if a streak of ice had burned from his throat all the way into his lungs, so he couldn't tell if it was hot or cold.
He bowed down, called the curtain, and walked around the field to relax his tense muscles.
061 immediately regulated his muscles that were constantly secreting lactic acid to fundamentally prevent muscle soreness.
"It was hard work," he said.
Chi Xiaochi wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled to himself: "... We did a good job, didn't we?"
Dong Feihong wanted to get up and applaud Dong Ge, but he didn't expect that the first one to jump up was Dong Ma, who was so excited: "Son! Son!"
Her shouts were drowned out by the discussions and cheers, but Chi Xiaochi still seemed to have a feeling and turned to look at the stands.
The face that seemed to be dissatisfied with everything was full of genuine joy at this time.
She waved her arms to Dongge, while Dongge stood there blankly, looking at her mother who seemed to be twenty years younger and excited like a young girl.
After a few seconds, he slowly pulled out a smiling face and waved at her.
At the same time, 061 received a message that made him somewhat unbelievable.
The next second, the next message that followed immediately surprised him even more: "Xiaochi..."
Chi Xiaochi also saw it.
The data panel in front of him lit up.
Raiders target Lou Sifan, the favorability value increased by 8 points, and the regret value increased by 8 points.
… 061 represents the first time he has seen a spectacle in which his favorability value and regret value increase simultaneously.
Chi Xiaochi's attitude was calm: "I thought he wouldn't see my game until the finals were broadcast live on TV."
061: "Lou Sifan he..."
After Chi Xiaochi slid into the exit passage, he took off his hair tie and brushed off the ice residue on his hair: "First of all, the favorability score does not necessarily mean love; and the regret score does not necessarily mean that he is reflecting on his own mistakes."
061 nodded.
Chi Xiaochi said, "One of the reasons why he regards He Changsheng as Bai Yueguang is that people like He Changsheng can meet his appetite."
061 agreed with Chi Xiaochi's judgment.
For someone like Lou Sifan who loves to play the savior to show his Virgin feelings, this kind of bullied, cool and artistic person is just right to his taste, and it is easy for him to develop a desire for protection.
Whether it is Li Changsheng, Zhang Changsheng and Dong Changsheng, it is the same.
061 asked: "That regret is worth..."
Chi Xiaochi Yile: "One of the reasons why he regards He Changsheng as Bai Yueguang is that although He Changsheng is a genius, he is not a single skater."