Chapter 277: #Eighty-eight that prince on ice

It's another winter day.

Outside is the season of snow, the sky and the earth scraped not the common snow crystals, but a piece, like a goose feather with a delicate velvet edge.

It's been a long time since we've had such a painfully heavy snowfall.

The set up of the launch venue is as warm as spring, countless long - gun short - gun aimed at the stage wearing thick sweatshirt teenager.

The son of the gods, who won first place in the preliminary round of the men's single skating event without a doubt, deserved such a grand treatment.

A British journalist asked, "Winter, the theme you chose for this solo ice dance is 'plum blossom', which is a very beautiful visual treat for the audience. Can you tell us the design concept of this ice dance."

Winter Song gripped the loudspeaker, her voice clear and clean, as if she had rubbed a little snow into her voice: "The plum blossom is a common image in classical Chinese literature, often representing pride, self-respect and an air of superiority. I appreciate and love this flower."

The reporter continued to ask: "Why did you choose the cane as a prop for the show, is there any special meaning?"

Hearing this question, the young man, who is always cold and frosty, pursed his lips slightly, his eyes glowed and his voice softened: "This is taken from a Chinese poem. When will I look at the snow in the south, I and the plum blossom two white head', is one of my life goals."

He tried to find the right words in English and translated the poem for the audience.

The following reporters who know something about Winter Song let out a good-natured laugh.

Many people know who the "plum blossom" refers to that Winter Song wants to be with.

As expected, once the launch was over, the teenager received a call from his little plum.

He greeted with a smile, "Hi. My-wintersweet."

Changsheng He on the other end of the phone has a large red behind the ear, he rubbed his fingertips twice before remembering that Dongge is not around, no need to hide, you can blush freely.

He squared up: "There's something serious to tell you."

Winter Song respectfully said, "Senior."

Changsheng He held a small notebook dedicated to recording the Winter Song match: "At 1:12, you had a little problem with the articulation of your movements. Remember to watch the video when you review it."

Dongge used his shoulder to pin the phone to his ear, took out a small notebook of the same type from his pocket, and carefully wrote down his predecessor's comments: "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 it, just listened to Changsheng He's words on the other side of the phone and recorded them in great detail.

After jotting down his instructions one by one, Dongge closed the book and smiled, "Senior, I'll go back to the hotel right after the review meeting, why don't you wait for me to go back and talk about it."

The voice on the other side of the phone paused and whispered, "Don't want to delay too much. Come back ...... and do the business."

Winter Song's cheerful laughter called the person on the other side of the panic, reprimanded "do not laugh", then hung up the phone with a stern face.

Both sides are the same blush.

Winter Song put the phone across his lap, picked up a handful of snow, gently wiped his cheeks, then looked at the small book in his hand, from back to front, turning page after page until he turned to the title page.

On the title page is written the phrase: "To death and back."

This is the motto he wrote on the title page of every record book after his rebirth in the fire.

Today, he is also working tirelessly to live well, for him and for Mr. Ikari.

Wintergrove reverently took the book into her arms, as if she was holding a belief.

The day of the Winter Song finals is fast approaching, and Changsheng He is about to start his double competition.

Compared to him, Changsheng He is nearing the end of his professional life, so Changsheng He values every opportunity to compete more than Dongge.

Early in the morning from the hotel, Winter Song asked the waiter and a small fan for a lucky coin each and put it into the puff man he brought.

Winter Song put in the first one: "Good luck to the seniors in the competition."

Winter Song put in a second one: "Wish the seniors a happy day."

Changsheng He was amused to hear, "What about you. Why don't you make a wish for yourself?"

Winter Song easily clasped Changsheng He's waist with one hand and dropped a warm, tickling kiss on the tip of his nose: "Elder is happy, of course it can only be because of me, isn't it?"

The twenty-year-old just early, a little proud, a little domineering, but also let Changsheng He like this.

Today's winter song, the race suit is a snug silver feather coat, like a section of the moonlight in the body, lifting the sleeves, the arms of the delicate light feathers make him look like a bird that will spread its wings and soar away at any time.

In the order of the competition, Winter Song was the last one on the stage.

During the customary warm-up around the court, he habitually looked into the audience.

This is a habit that Mr. Chi has helped him to develop during the seven years he has spent with him.

At that time, Mr. Chi would always look for Feihong Dong, his non-existent brother-in-law, in the audience.

So out of mind, winter song a gaze, the rest of the vision, but now a familiar figure.

He skated out a section forward and then stood on the ice.

At first, Winter Song thought she was overthinking and hallucinating.

His little uncle, whom the world had forgotten, sat in the front row of the audience as if he had never disappeared.

A strange young man sat next to Uncle Junior, leaning cat-like on his shoulder, squinting his eyes and smiling at him.

Winter Song's heart suddenly thumped wildly.

...... is him.

Although he had never seen that face before, Dongge knew that the person who could accompany his youngest uncle, who could tell him to lean on him like that, must be Mr. Chi.

Winter Song was the center of attention in the room, and someone soon noticed Winter Song's stagnation.

In a dozen seconds, there have been good cameras following the past, trying to get a glimpse of the object of Winter Song's gaze.

Winter Song drops her head, her slightly longer hair slipping from behind her ear, and turns to slide away, turning the gaze she just had naturally into a momentary loss of concentration.

Having spent seven years together, he knows Xiaochi Chi well.

The benefactor came without a sound, should not want to be disturbed, just want to watch a game quietly.

The corners of Wintergrove's mouth couldn't help but lift up in a smile.

He knew what was on Xiaochi Chi's mind and knew full well that he had no little uncle.

So, who is this "little uncle" for, it goes without saying.

Dongge has always regretted that she found out the secret at that time, but was not able to tell Xiaochi Chi about it.

And now, seeing Xiaochi Chi's closeness to her brother-in-law, his regrets have been dispelled.

All he can do is finish the race, for himself and for Xiaochi Chi.

Back in the center of the field, Winter Song Zhen and heavily bit off his right glove and raised his hand to throw it in the direction of the stands.

Xiaochi Chi raised his hand, a shimmering light in his palm, and the glove flew unerringly into his hand like a swallow throwing itself into the forest, and was caught by him.

There were sighs of regret from all around.

This one glove is now a thousand dollars.

Xiaochi Chi put on the gloves that still carried the residual warmth, gently held Lou Ying's hand in the warmth, and looked with him at the teenager who was flying and burning on the ice.