Chapter 49: negligence, remediation, roundup plan.

The next day, Xiaochi Chi woke up to a scent.

In the direction of the kitchen, pots and bowls make a subtle clinking sound, tinkling, and the smell of human fireworks is extraordinarily reassuring.

Xiaochi Chi gets up, puts on cotton slippers that are a little too big for him, and kicks and stomps out of the bedroom.

This is the top floor of an old apartment in the old city of Binzhou, about one hundred square meters, two rooms and two bathrooms. The neighborhood is not very eye-catching high residential area, but the victory is quiet, the traffic is also quite convenient.

For a single male, young, with a car and a house, Feihong Dong is definitely the best of the best stocks.

Just as he reached the kitchen door, the performance unit came out from inside.

PERFORMANCE STOCK: "Awake? How was your sleep?"

Xiaochi Chi nods.

"There are disposable toothbrushes and washcloths in the washroom cabinet." The top performer was holding a freshly fried dish, gesturing in the direction of the bathroom, "It's not fully prepared this time. When you come next time, I will prepare a set of long-term living utensils for you."

Xiaochi Chi showed a little restrained look, "No need to go to such trouble."

The top-performing stocks say they should.

When washing up, Xiaochi Chi said to 061, "I suspect that Feihong Dong is Dong Ge's long-lost real father."

061: "......" is actually me.

Xiaochi Chi also reasonably speculated, "Why else would he be so nice to Winter Song?"

061: "......" because it's me.

Xiaochi Chi spit out the foam in his mouth, "Teacher Six, what the hell is this guy doing."

"Yesterday after you fell asleep, I went to check his situation." 061 said, " Feihong Dong, 27 years old, cartoonist, celibate, no bad habits, his father and Dong Ge's father did not have a good time when they were young, so rarely contact. 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, quite badly. Originally intended to go abroad for treatment, but at that time there were several internationally renowned neurologists to Binzhou exchange study, he did not go out."

Xiaochi Chi nods.

This does explain the little discrepancy in Winter Song's memory.

Life restarts all over again, and it's inevitable that there will be some variables.

Feihong Dong If you go abroad to cure your hand, you can't come back without a year and a half.

Assuming he took the opportunity to settle abroad because of this, it is not surprising that he did not show up at the most difficult time for Winter Song.

He nodded, "Done. I got it."

061: "......" phew, hidden from view.

When Xiaochi Chi finished washing up, Feihong Dong also brought a plate of shredded potatoes to the table.

Two pairs of bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, the chopsticks were mahogany chopsticks and the bowl was a big belly bowl with green flowers, full of rice porridge with stalks, the rice grains were boiling to melt.

Feihong Dong said, "The rice was cooked yesterday while you were sleeping, and it was deliberately left to dry for a while, so it should not be hot anymore."

Xiaochi Chi picked up the chopsticks, he said: "When you have nothing to do on Saturdays and Sundays after school, come and stay at my uncle's house. If you leave home at such a young age, you don't say so, but you are also a bit unsettled in your heart. To the little uncle here, there is a mouth of home-cooked hot meals can eat, a warm home can return. What do you think?"

Xiaochi Chi mused.

For this sudden "little uncle", he is not able to believe all.

But if he is sincere, the appearance of this young uncle is absolutely beneficial to the growth and education of Winter Song.

He was not in a hurry to answer and took a chopstick of potato and brought it into his mouth.

Then his whole body froze and he looked up at Feihong Dong.

061 and Feihong Dong asked almost simultaneously, "What's wrong?"

Feihong Dong took chopsticks and tried the taste of shredded potatoes: "...... It tastes okay."

Xiaochi Chi swallowed what was in his mouth, "I got the chili."

Feihong Dong smiled and got up to go to the water fountain to get a cup of warm white water: "Eat slowly, there is no hurry."

Xiaochi Chi nods silently, but speeds up his movements and eats all the dishes on the table without saying a word.

When Feihong Dong and Xiaochi Chi came downstairs together and got into the car, he continued the question he had just been interrupted with, "Shall I pick you up after the training on Friday afternoon?"

Xiaochi Chi fastened his seat belt and said in the tone of Winter Song, "...... I'm going to train."

"It's always better to have a relaxation." Feihong Dong says, "There is an ice skating rink near my home. The owner there is my junior high school classmate."

The house is built, and then a skating rink is not a big deal.

Xiaochi Chi thought for a moment before giving a small nod of approval to Feihong Dong's proposal.

Feihong Dong smiled, peeked over and tightened Xiaochi Chi's scarf: "The car is a bit old, the air conditioning is not good, don't catch a cold."

Xiaochi Chi lowered his eyelashes, long soft and curved lashes to hide a little depression in his eyes.

After seeing Xiaochi Chi enter the gymnasium, Feihong Dong got into his car and wiped the vapor off the windows, preparing to find a place where there is no one and no camera to perform a vaporization later.

Inadvertently, he noticed a few high school-aged killjoys in the distance probing across the road at the mouth of the alley, staring at Winter Song's back and pointing.

Then they retracted their turtle heads back into the alley.

"He, just that kid, he beat up my brother yesterday."

"Just this pussy two chair? One against four?"

"It's pissy enough."

"Isn't it? It's a fucking pisser. My brother is also a wimp, and told me not to look for him, he has someone to cover. I pooh, a bear bag. I false him? He gave my brother no face, that is not good with me, this matter can be counted?"

"So let's screw him?"

"The whole. But do not to the death of the whole ah, this thing is at least an athlete, the whole disability, the brothers also fell not good, cut him a meal on."

"This school is tight enough to keep it out."

"What kid of this age doesn't slip up and skip school?"

"Yes, have your brother keep an eye on us. There's always a time when he falls alone. ...... who's there?!"

A few people were chatting away when they heard a tall, fat man with dyed silver hair call out.

He pointed to the entrance of the alley and said, "There's been a figure over there just now."

The others looked in the direction he pointed and saw nothing.

Yibai Xue's brother skimmed his lips: "You're fucking lame."

The fat man with silver hair has been standing facing the entrance of the alley, from two or three minutes ago he found a group of shadows at the entrance of the alley not quite normal shape, however, he did not think in the direction of "someone".

But just now, the mass of shadows moved.

To corroborate his story, he hurried to the entrance of the alley and looked out with his head -

There are several foam boxes stacked at the entrance of the alley.

Feihong Dong appeared in the driver's seat of the car while the fat man was being collectively ridiculed.

--The previous Winter Song was bullied enough by Yibai Xue, his brother had no room to intervene, so there was no such drama.

Looking away from the fat man scratching the back of his head with a puzzled face, Feihong Dong started the car and picked a random direction to drive.

Xiaochi Chi changed into a gold and red training suit today and came to the training ground.

The moment I put on the skates, an extremely strange feeling ignited in Xiaochi Chi's heart.

...... like willingly put on the pair of fairy tale cursed red dancing shoes, would rather burn and turn into ashes, rather than be trampled on the dust underfoot at will.

Xiaochi Chi slowly skated onto the ice and said, "There's only one song that speaks to me right now."

061 full of sailors, ah, Zheng Zhihua ah, me and my last stubbornness or something.

Xiaochi Chi sang, "If you were a firebird, I'd be that fire, surround you surround you, burn you burn you, yeah yeah."

061: "......" reasoning, talking on talking, why sing.

Especially the last two yeah, it is a godsend, 061 was yeah the whole system is not very good.

Distracted by trivial matters and suffering from the magic sound, 061 forgot about Xiaochi Chi's unusual behavior at the dinner table in the morning.

Xiaochi Chi also followed the body's instincts and engaged in training.

Training and cultural studies are intertwined in the gymnasium, and considering the health of these children, the school has set a daily limit of three hours of ice time.

However, driven by instinct, Xiaochi Chi kept jumping until the coach came to urge him on.

During this time he repeated the same action.

4T.

The move that once wasted him jumping.

He repeated the action mechanically over and over again in the corner of the ice rink, jumping, falling, jumping again, falling again.

Children's bodies are flexible and light, falling up is not very painful, fall prevention skills are every skater can master.

But Xiaochi Chi felt the urge to shed tears every time she came in contact with the hard ice and was surrounded by the smell of ice and grits.

This longing and obsession stems from the person inside him.

His crazy-like performance was of course a joke in the eyes of onlookers.

When a coach passed by and saw him practicing 4T, he especially shouted: "That one! If you can't jump, don't jump! Do you want to jump before you learn to walk? Who's to blame if you fall to your death!

Xiaochi Chi did not speak.

His right foot retreated and the outer edge of his skates cut a circular white mark on the ice.

Immediately, he leapt up, like a starling in the forest, and the silver bracelet on his wrist cut a smooth silver light in a complete four-circle rotation.

When landing smoothly on the ice, the ice blade knocked out jade-like ice flowers on the ice surface.

He slid out two steps, faced the coach who had just sneered, made a half-circle with one hand, placed his palm on his abdomen, and bowed gracefully.

The coach didn't react at all until Xiaochi Chi paddled away, and then he sucked in a breath of cold air.

...... He actually jumped a complete 4T move that would be difficult for anyone to perfect at an international competition?

After today's portion of the training.

Xiaochi Chi skated to the sidelines, untied his skates and carried them towards the locker room.

The churning instincts belonged to the winter song in his body, but Xiaochi Chi bore the strain for him.

When we arrived at the warm dressing room, the temperature difference between inside and outside was amazing as Xiaochi Chi's head began to curl upward with white air.

Almost every kid in the locker room looked so fairy-like.

He sat down, sweating as he removed his training clothes, and spoke to himself and the Winter Song inside him, "We did good, didn't we?"

Hearing such a little smug and a little gentle tone, 061 pursed his lips and smiled.

It is really hard not to like Xiaochi Chi in this way.

However, Xiaochi Chi is not used to such intense training, and the physical exhaustion directly affects her spirit.

So, an hour later in English class, he plopped down.

Even when asleep, his feet were still moving under the table in an uncontrolled simulation of dance steps.

He had a dream about what happened when he was young.

At that time, he often did homework with Ying Lou.

In many people's eyes, Ying Lou cannot be considered a bully, but a god.

He always takes the first place, and the first place is always more than twenty points behind the second place.

Many people have said that they want to pick his head to see what's inside. After all, a person whose main job is to collect garbage and whose secondary job is to study can still take the test, which is really unfair to God.

However, at that time, Xiaochi Chi did not feel too deeply about it.

He is two years younger than Ying Lou, and in his mind, Ying Lou is not too obvious and silent, and he rarely uses superfluous tricks when telling him the problems, and the solutions he gives are often very simple.

Only twice did he show some signs.

The first time, Xiaochi Chi couldn't understand the questions he was asking and asked him if there was an easier way.

Ying Lou said, "I have compared, and this is the easiest of the six solutions."

The second time, Xiaochi Chi's school assigned them the task of organizing their error books. Xiaochi Chi came back in misery and asked Ying Lou, "Do you have to organize them too?

Ying Lou said, "If you want it."

Xiaochi Chi said, "Let me see the format."

Ying Lou apologized a little: "But I don't have any wrong questions to make up."

About two or three months later, Xiaochi Chi went to Ying Lou's house to play, and at the top of a pile of neatly organized notebooks, she saw a notebook labeled "Wrong Problem Book".

Xiaochi Chi immediately cocked his little tail, picked up the book and shook it towards Ying Lou: "Lou, you lied to me, you said there was no wrong book."

Ying Lou was fixing a half-ruined radio. He glanced up and then hung his head down again and said in a gentle tone, "That's your error book."

Xiaochi Chi was amazed when he opened it and took a look, but it was true.

But the scrupulous handwriting of every stroke clearly belongs to Ying Lou.

Xiaochi Chi was curious: "What are you doing with mine?"

Ying Lou asked rhetorically, "Can you do it?"

Xiaochi Chi, who hadn't done anything, immediately patted himself on the back and said, "Lou is the best."

Ying Lou takes a small screwdriver and removes a small screw: "Say that again."

Xiaochi Chi : "Lou is the best."

Ying Lou then smiled, and there seemed to be warm flowers blooming in her eyes.

Long after, Xiaochi Chi will still remember those evenings and dusks when someone shared a lamp with him and pointed out in his ear. "You can add an auxiliary line here".

Xiaochi Chi was awakened by a chalk tip from his teacher.

The English teacher is a hundred and eighty tall and one hundred and eighty weight big man, pointed at Xiaochi Chi's nose and said: "Little butt floating quite high, you have learned it all, right? Learned you to translate this sentence to translate?

Xiaochi Chi dutifully stood up, "Teacher Six. Teacher Six."

Summoner Six Teacher: "Page 89, third line from the left. The meaning translated is, for me, a frequent expatriate ......"

Xiaochi Chi read it out like a tiger.

The last world English Spanish are six to a group of people, deliberately read this elementary school difficulty sentence stumbled.

When he finished translating, the English teacher was also a bit amazed: "Pretty awesome, this can still be heard when you fall asleep."

Xiaochi Chi bowed his head and resisted the urge to blossom.

The English teacher told him to sit down.

After being smashed by the chalk, he also became quite honest and began to draw on the book with a very serious demeanor.

061 probe, he drew a plain illustration of a foreign girl on a unique heavy locomotive, and let the girl hold a cigarette, and thought about it, and then added a banner behind the girl's head.

"It's not the same for boys and girls, there is no object in the future for a child to be born."

061: "......"

He suddenly wondered how Xiaochi Chi had gotten into that high school and stayed at the top of his grade for three years.

Feihong Dong came to pick up Xiaochi Chi for dinner, which happened on Wednesday, while students who live locally in the gymnasium can return home on Saturday and Sunday.

Two days later, Xiaochi Chi was waiting in front of the school in the afternoon.

Without a cell phone, he couldn't make an appointment with Feihong Dong. So he bought a shredded potato pancake nearby and ate it while waiting.

061 advised him, "Find a kiosk and wait. It's warm."

Xiaochi Chi said vaguely, "I want to see him."

061: "......" eh? What's the deal?

But since Xiaochi Chi thought so, he had to speed up his time.

When he looked back, several colorful heads were peering wistfully at the solitary Xiaochi Chi.

The parents who came to pick up their children gradually left, leaving Xiaochi Chi alone, waiting under the light of the kiosk.

Seeing that the opportunity is almost there, several frozen and shivering people made a glance at each other.

The leader is Yibai Xue's brother.

He confirmed the situation, "On?"

There was no response from behind him, but he didn't care and walked towards Xiaochi Chi.

But the moment he led the way out of the alleyway, a hand reached out from behind and directly covered his mouth, locking him into his arms by the throat.

A low, pleasant voice sounded in his ear, "Shh."

The boy's hair exploded at the roots: "Uh-uh-uh!"

His afterglow saw that the four brothers who were trailing behind him just now had been beaten unconscious and had fallen sideways in an alley.

Two days ago, 061 could not confirm whether they were talking or serious, so they did not do anything.

Now that he has caught them in the act, he naturally doesn't have to be polite.

He pressed himself to the ear of the terrified-eyed man and whispered in a consultative tone, "Stop bullying Winter Song, okay."

The little punk's eyes are full of panic, did not have time to think carefully then nodded incessantly, intending to dodge a robbery first.

However, in the next second, there was a muffled scream from the alley.

About ten minutes later, an old Buick slowly pulled up in front of Xiaochi Chi, who had been waiting for a long time.

The window rolled down to reveal Feihong Dong's gentle and friendly smile: "Are you waiting for me?"