That dessert was bought by Dong Feihong.
After dessert time, he accompanies Dongge slowly on the boulevard, walking aimlessly.
He was wearing a long camel coat and a white scarf. It wasn't a high-end and expensive brand, but it fit his temperament very well.
The wind ruffled the corners of his clothes, revealing a little curvy outline of his slender calf.
Chi Xiaochi followed him, holding a cream tart in his hand.
Dong Feihong looked down at the paper bag in his hand: "Do you like to eat this?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "It tastes good. It was recommended to me by Rosen last time."
Rosen is a Canadian figure skater. He is a chatterer who likes to talk to people. His mouth is so broken that it makes Chi Xiaochi feel the baldness of the dean.
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 you do it?"
Dong Feihong opened the paper bag and looked at it at a glance, how many grams of whipped cream, how many grams of high-gluten flour, how long it was fermented, how long it was baked, what kind of baking paper was used, all the data flashed in front of him, and it was clear.
After receiving the information, he put the bag on his right hand: "Uncle do your best."
And the next second, he felt that his right hand was a little abnormal.
… a hand that was a few sizes smaller than him naturally caught the mouth of his right hand, stretched out an index finger, and hooked the handle of the paper bag with him.
Dong Feihong's face changed slightly.
He looked around and saw a street performer not far away, playing acrobatic tricks of tying balloons into different shapes.
He said, "Uncle, let's tie one for you as a souvenir."
Chi Xiaochi nodded.
So he naturally pulled his hand away: "Wait for me here, don't run around."
He put his hands in his jacket pockets and walked away quickly.
When he was far away, 061 asked, "Is your contact barrier okay?"
Chi Xiaochi felt that 061's tone was a bit strange: "...It's okay. I haven't committed it recently."
061 pointedly pointed out: "It was committed last Sunday." When he ranked first in the qualifiers, the coach gave him a hug in excitement, and he turned his head and ran to the bathroom to vomit for three minutes.
Chi Xiaochi quibble: "It's not been three days."
061: "…"
Chi Xiaochi: "Okay, Mr. Six, I admit my mistake. I won't develop a relationship with the plot characters in the future. Don't be angry."
061 said angrily: "I'm not angry."
Chi Xiaochi said shamelessly, "I'll copy books next time, okay?"
061: "Copy the code."
Xueyouzichi Xiaochi immediately echoed: "Copy the code, copy the code, copy it over and over again."
061 couldn't help but laugh a little: "... umm."
After coaxing Teacher Six, Chi Xiaochi didn't speak any more, just looked down at his hand.
... It turns out that Brother Lou's hand when he grows up feels like this.
On the other hand, 061 couldn't tell where his qi came from. It was really uncomfortable to have it stuck in his chest, but he felt inexplicable when it was released.
Isn't it a good thing that his illness can be improved
Thinking like this, he unconsciously held his right hand that still had warmth, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little.
...even he didn't notice it himself.
This boulevard is close to a local university. The balloon artist's performance was watched by many college students, and the appearance of an oriental face was a bit unexpected.
He watched carefully for a while, and said in a very gentle English accent: "Excuse me. I want a puppy-shaped one, can you?"
The entertainer is Mexican, and said witty: "Sir, what breed do you want? For the record, I hate Teddy."
Dong Feihong pursed his lips and smiled: "Ordinary puppy." Just ordinary like dog meat.
Dong Feihong's face is already pretty, and coupled with her warm and jade-like temperament and taste, her attractiveness is simply fatal to many girls.
Noticing the fiery gazes around him, Dong Feihong turned his head naturally and nodded slightly to one of the girls with a smile: "Do you need one?"
The girl in the red coat's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"
"My pleasure. But I venture to ask, do you have any coins?"
Another chubby girl with a ruddy face raised her hand: "I have it."
Dong Feihong turned his eyes back, looked at Dong Ge, and turned back: "It's like this. I'm traveling with my children. I want to collect some coins from strangers and save these coins. I wish you good luck. He had a good life."
Hearing the word "child", the girls exchanged glances, and their slightly regretful emotions quickly turned to appreciation.
The fat girl touched a coin and came out.
All the girls with coins on their bodies 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 fine."
"What's your child's name?"
Dong Feihong smiled lightly: "The Chinese name is Dongge, and the English name is July."
Winter Song is Winter Song, and July is the English name of Chi Xiaochi.
The blessings thus collected are double.
The girls made their wishes reverently, and Dong Feihong took their coins, said thank you, took out his wallet, and paid the artist a one-hundred-dollar bill: "Can I trouble you to make one for each of them?"
After that, he took his puppy and walked towards the direction where Chi Xiaochi was waiting for him.
Seeing the coins in his hand, Chi Xiaochi has long been used to it: "Have you got lucky coins again?"
Dong Feihong smiled and handed the puppy to him, and then put the coins into his pocket.
Over the years, time has accelerated by 12 times, but it has also been experienced by the three of them together.
Every time he goes to a country, Dong Feihong will collect coins and goodwill from passers-by and store them.
The coins are of different colors and different denominations, and they are full of them, and there is already a jar.
Chi Xiaochi said as he walked, "The piggy bank is almost full."
Dong Feihong said, "Then get a new one."
Chi Xiaochi held the balloon, looked at it and said, "I'll give you a name. It's called Dog Meat."
Dong Feihong smiled: "What's your name?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "It's called dog meat."
Dong Feihong thought about it symbolically and chose to compromise: "Okay."
Chi Xiaochi and Dong Feihong didn't get on the flight out of Toronto until the naive dog meat ran out of breath.
Dong Feihong's home is a little far from the sports school, but very close to the provincial team. Since Dong Ge was transferred to the provincial team, he often came to see him and transferred to the adult team, so Dong Feihong naturally wanted to help him move.
Dongge's hair grew long again. Chi Xiaochi thought about it in the mirror for a long time, and put a high ponytail on himself.
Although they are in the same provincial team, the adult and youth teams have different dormitory buildings and different training venues, which are very different from each other.
When Dong Feihong loaded his luggage into the car, Chi Xiaochi sat on the suitcase and slid to and fro.
Rao has such a naive face, and the youth team members passing by met him, and their attitudes immediately restrained a lot:
"Brother Dong."
"Hello, Brother Dong."
Dongge's name is not good enough to be beaten, and it can take advantage of people if you call it seriously, so when you first entered the youth team, many people made murmurs behind their backs.
But gradually, no one questioned the name anymore, and even most of the players older than him were willing to call him "Brother Dong" sincerely.
One is because he gradually gained qualifications, and the other is because of the awards he has won.
With qualifications, at most it is an old fritter, and awards are the proper waist pole.
After putting the luggage in place, Dong Feihong sat down on the bed: "How about training first, or something to eat first?"
Dongge said, "Go to the cafeteria. Today, the cafeteria sells small roast chickens on Saturday. Mama Liu promised to keep one for me."
Dong Ge and Dong Feihong both like to eat the small roast chicken in the cafeteria. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. The chopsticks are inserted from the back, and the chicken can be easily torn in half and served with barbecue sauce. , can also be regarded as a taste of the world.
The two were thinking about the little roast chicken, but no one thought that as soon as they went out, they would run into Lou Sifan, who had just returned from training.
Chi Xiaochi immediately recovered: "Yohoo, the ATM is here."
061: "...you don't remember his name, right?"
Chi Xiaochi: "I know, my surname is Lou."
061: "Lou what?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Lou what?"
061: "... Lou Sifan."
Chi Xiaochi: "Oh oh oh."
061: "..." Oh, oh, what does it mean
Lou Sifan held a thermos bottle in his hand, and his eyes froze slightly when he saw Dongge.
But he soon showed a gentle and polite smile: "Are you back?"
Dongge nodded slightly: "Well, here it is."
Lou Sifan asked "come back", but Dong Ge answered "come back".
Obviously, when they asked and answered, they were not talking about the same thing.
Dong Ge's answer was somewhat provocative, but it was also in line with the "arrogance" in the rumors.
Lou Sifan, of course, can't care about this with the juniors. He said, "The game is good. The first game of the senior group is the champion. It's a good start."
Dongge asked, "Thank you, Brother Fan."
Seeing that Dong Ge didn't ask any more questions, Lou Sifan breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, he could go to the Grand Prix. Who would have thought that he would fall out in the first race of the budget race, and buy a plane ticket and come back the next day.
Chi Xiaochi also knew the plot.
The last time Dongge entered the adult team was three months later than this time, so she missed the Grand Prix.
When Lou Sifan returned from a setback, he also took a half-day off and came to the provincial team to skate with him.
This time, Dong Ge didn't have the time to work with him in the United States, picked up the laurels he didn't get, and came back for a walk.
Of course Lou Sifan didn't want to continue on this topic, so he set his eyes on Dong Feihong: "I've seen this one before, are you... Dongge's uncle?"
With the provincial team, looking up but not looking down, Lou Sifan has of course seen Dong Feihong come to Dongge more than once.
Dong Feihong said politely, "It's me. You are Dong Ge's predecessor, right? There is another child, surnamed He."
Lou Sifan: "You mean longevity?"
Dong Feihong: "Ah. It should be."
Lou Sifan stretched out his hand, wanting to shake his hand, and politely expressed his determination: "I will take good care of Dong..."
At this moment, the door of the dormitory next door to Dongge opened.
He Changsheng appeared behind the door wearing shorts and a black vest. He was all black, showing a very slender and beautiful muscular arc.
He glanced at Dongge: "Dongge, are you here?"
As soon as the words fell, he fell down and leaned into Dongge's arms.
Chi Xiaochi was shocked by the temperature on his forehead before he had time to feel nauseated.
Damn it, it burns like a manhole cover in summer.
Dong Feihong immediately calmly helped He Changsheng up and asked him to stay away from Dongge: "Is it alright."
Thankfully, He Changsheng didn't actually faint, but just heard someone talking outside in bed, and got up abruptly, and was confused for a while.
He raised his burning eyes, and his tone was as serious as ever: "It's okay."
Dong Feihong touched his forehead: "The burn is so bad, I have to see a doctor."
He Changsheng's logic is quite clear: "No need. I have this type of physique. I have a fever and retreat quickly. It will be better in one day, and I will be able to train tomorrow."
Lou Sifan glanced at Dongge and found that his expression had not changed, so he raised the thermos bottle in his hand: "The sick meal for him."
Dong Feihong said: "then eat quickly. I also brought Dong Ge to dinner. Dong Ge will live next door to you from now on, so please take care of it."
He Changsheng, who was suddenly entrusted to him, blinked, and the water in his eyes almost came out: "I will."
After handing He Changsheng to Lou Sifan, Dong Feihong originally planned to take Dong Ge away, but Lou Sifan stopped him from behind: "Dong Ge, I have a training task in the afternoon, can you take care of Changsheng?"
Dongge stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He Changsheng went to pull Lou Sifan: "Don't bother others."
Dongge said: "No problem. The coach asked me to write my thoughts after the game. It's the same wherever I write."
After explaining this matter, Dongge left.
Looking at Dongge's back, Lou Sifan was thoughtful.
—At the end of the Winter Song qualifiers, after Dong Ge and the coach hugged, the expression on his face was a little wrong.
When the camera captured the back of him turning away, he was pressing his stomach with one hand and seemed very uncomfortable.
In the past three years, Lou Sifan has been paying attention to Dongge's training.
Ice skating occasionally has double training, but Lou Sifan found that Dongge almost avoided similar training if he could. If he did it, his concentration would plummet in the next training.
He felt more and more that there was a reason why Dongge refused to skate pair skating.
However, it was unrealistic to suggest Dong Ge to pair skating again. He had to think of a different way to get Dong Ge to do more similar training.
Thinking about it another way, this is also helping Dongge overcome psychological obstacles and shortcomings, isn't it
Therefore, after entering the door, while lifting the lid of the thermos, he casually said to He Changsheng, "Changsheng, do you think Dongge has any shortcomings?"
He Changsheng has always been a pragmatic person: "Every aspect is perfect, but sometimes the coordination is not enough."
"How to practice coordination?"
"Practice with sandbags. And two-person throws."
"I've watched Dongge training twice. He never seems to like to cooperate with others to do this." Lou Sifan said, "You are a senior, and you have rich experience. Everyone has bed with you, so show mercy and help him. Turn off this technology. How about it?"
He Changsheng's face burned red, he raised his eyes and thought for a while: "Okay."
Lou Sifan smiled slightly.
Who doesn't know Dong Ge's stubborn temper, it's impossible to admit to people that he has a physical contact disorder.