Chapter 55: walk, chip, lucky coin.

The dessert was paid for by Feihong Dong.

After dessert time, he accompanied Ge Dong on a slow, aimless walk along the boulevard.

He was wearing a long camel-colored coat, surrounded by a white scarf, not much of an expensive brand, but very suitable for his temperament.

The wind lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing a little curve of the long calf outline.

Xiaochi Chi follows him, carrying a cream tart in his hand.

Feihong Dong looked down at the paper bag in his hand, "Do you like to eat this?"

Xiaochi Chi said, "It's not bad. It was recommended to me by Sen Luo last time."

Sen Luo, a skater from Canada, is a nag who likes to talk to people, so much so that he gives Xiaochi Chi the bald aura of a head teacher when he speaks.

Feihong Dong took the paper bag: "If you like it, I'll go back and learn how to make it for you."

Xiaochi Chi asked, "Can you do it?"

Feihong Dong opened the paper bag, and at a glance, how many grams of light cream, how many grams of high gluten flour, how long it took to ferment, how long it took to bake, what kind of baking paper was used, all the data flashed from the eyes, and it was clear.

Finishing receiving the message, he lifted the bag on his right hand, "Little Uncle do your best."

And the next second, he felt some abnormalities in his right hand.

...... a hand a few sizes smaller than his extremely natural on his right hand tiger grip, and extend an index finger, and he hooked together with the paper bag carry handle.

Feihong Dong's face changed slightly.

He looked around and found a street performer not far away, playing with the acrobatics of tying balloons into different shapes.

He said, "Little Uncle also gave you a tie as a souvenir."

Xiaochi Chi nods.

So he naturally pulled his hand away: "Wait for me here, don't run around."

He slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and walked away quickly.

When he was far away, 061 asked, "Are you okay with your contact disorder?"

Xiaochi Chi felt that 061 sounded a little strange: "...... is okay, right? Haven't committed it recently."

061 hit the nail on the head when he said, "And committed it last Sunday." The coach gave him an excited hug when he placed first in the preliminaries, and he turned his head and ran to the bathroom for three minutes to throw up.

Xiaochi Chi argued, "It's been three days."

061: "......"

Xiaochi Chi : "Okay, Mr. Six, I admit my mistake, I will not develop a blind relationship with the plot characters, you do not get angry."

061 said angrily, "I'm not angry."

Xiaochi Chi shamelessly: "Next time, I'll copy the book, okay?"

061: "Copy the code."

Xiaochi Chi immediately agreed: "Copy the code, copy the code, and copy it backwards once."

061 kind of held back: "...... hmmm cough."

After coaxing the sixth teacher, Xiaochi Chi didn't say anything more and just looked down at his hands.

...... original Lou's grown up hands, grip is such a feeling ah.

On the other hand, 061 also can not say where they came from the gas, blocked in the chest is really unpleasant, but spill out and feel that they are inexplicable.

Isn't it good that he's getting better.

This thought, he unconsciously held his right hand still warm residue, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up a little.

...... Even he didn't notice it himself.

The boulevard is close to a local university, and the balloonist's performance was watched by many young college girls, while the appearance of an Oriental face was a bit abrupt.

He looked around seriously for a moment and said in a very gentle English accent, "Excuse me. I would like one in the shape of a puppy, is that okay."

The artist, a Mexican, said with a witty tone, "What breed do you want, sir? For the record, I hate Teddy."

Feihong Dong pursed her lips and smiled: "Ordinary puppies." As ordinary as dog meat is good.

Feihong Dong's face is already on the playful side, and with a gentle and jade-like temperament and taste, the attraction is simply fatal for many girls.

Noticing the hot eyes from around, Feihong Dong naturally turned her head and gave a slight nod to one of the girls with a smile: "Do you need one?"

The girl in the red coat's eyes glowed, "Can I?"

"My pleasure. But, at the risk of asking, do you have any coins?"

Another somewhat chubby, rosy-cheeked girl raised her hand, "I have it."

Feihong Dong's eyes turned backward to Ge Dong and back again, "It's like this. I was out traveling with my child, and I wanted to collect some coins from strangers' hands and save these coins to wish him a good life."

Hearing the word "child", the girls exchanged glances, and the slightly regretful emotions quickly turned to appreciation in unison.

The fat girl touched a coin out.

The girls who had coins on them touched one out.

The girl in the red coat asked, "Do we need to say anything special."

Feihong Dong said, "It's all good as long as it's a wish."

"What is your child's name?"

Feihong Dong smiled lightly: "The Chinese name is Ge Dong, and the English name is July."

Ge Dong is Ge Dong and July is Xiaochi Chi's English name.

The blessings collected in this way are double.

The girls made their wishes reverently, and Feihong Dong took their coins, said thank you, took out her wallet and paid the artist a hundred Canadian dollar bill: "Could you please make one for each of them?"

When he finished, he picked up his puppy and headed in the direction where Xiaochi Chi was waiting for him.

Xiaochi Chi was used to seeing the coin in his hand: "Another lucky coin?"

Feihong Dong smiled and handed the puppy to him, and jingled the coins into his pocket.

These years, time is 12 times accelerated over, but also the three people actually experienced together.

In every country he visits, Feihong Dong collects coins and goodwill from passersby and stores them.

The coins are of different colors and denominations and have been stored in a jar full of them.

Xiaochi Chi said as she walked away, "The piggy bank is getting full."

Feihong Dong said, "Then get another new one."

Xiaochi Chi held the balloon, examined it and said, "Let's give you a name. Call it dog meat."

Feihong Dong laughed: "What a name."

Xiaochi Chi said, "Just call it dog meat."

Feihong Dong thought symbolically for a moment and chose to compromise: "Okay."

Xiaochi Chi and Feihong Dong were on a flight out of Toronto when the cute dog ran out of steam.

Feihong Dong's home is a little far from the gymnasium, but it is very close to the provincial team. Since Ge Dong moved to the provincial team, he often came to see him, and when he moved to the adult team, Feihong Dong naturally had to help him move.

Ge Dong's hair grew long again. Xiaochi Chi looked at the mirror for half a day and gave herself a high ponytail.

Although they are in the same provincial team, the adult team and the youth team have different dormitory buildings and different training grounds, so they are clearly separated from each other.

Xiaochi Chi slid around on the suitcase while Feihong Dong carried the luggage to the car.

Rao is such a childish dignity, passing by the youth team members encountered him, the attitude are immediately restrained a lot::

"Brother Winter."

"Hello, Brother Winter."

Ge Dong is a name that can be used to take advantage of people, so when he first joined the youth team, a lot of people complained behind his back.

But gradually, no one questions this name, and even most of the older players than him, are willing to sincerely call him "Brother Winter".

One is because he gradually got seniority, and the second is because he got his hands on the award.

With seniority, at best, is considered old-fashioned, the award is the proper waistband.

After putting the luggage in place, Feihong Dong sat down on the bed: "How about training first, or going for something to eat first?"

Ge Dong said, "Let's go to the cafeteria. It's Saturday in the cafeteria and the cafeteria sells small roast chicken. Mom Liu promised to save one for me."

Ge Dong and Feihong Dong both like to eat the small roasted chicken in the cafeteria, the skin is crispy and tender, the meat is cooked, chopsticks are inserted from the back - in, the chicken can be torn in half directly and easily, and with the barbecue sauce, it can be considered as the best food in the world.

The two of them were thinking of a small roast chicken, but neither of them expected to run into Sifan Lou, who had just returned from training.

Xiaochi Chi immediately got in the spirit: "Yo ho, the ATM is here."

061: "...... You don't remember what his name is, do you?"

Xiaochi Chi : "I know, the last name is Lou."

061: "Lou what?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Lou what ah?"

061: "...... Sifan Lou ."

Xiaochi Chi : "Ohhhhhhh."

061: "......" oh oh oh how many meanings ah.

Sifan Lou was carrying a thermos bottle in his hand, and when he saw Ge Dong, his eyes flickered for a moment.

But he quickly revealed a gentle and polite light smile, "Back?"

Ge Dong gave a slight nod, "Well, here it comes."

Sifan Lou asks "back", Ge Dong answers "here".

Obviously, they are not talking about the same thing when they ask one question and answer another.

Ge Dong's answer is a bit provocative, but it is also in line with the rumored "pride".

Sifan Lou, of course, couldn't be bothered with the juniors and said, "It was a good race. The first race in the adult category was the winner, what a way to open the door."

Ge Dong asked, "Thank you, Brother Fan."

Sifan Lou was vaguely relieved to see that Ge Dong did not ask any further questions.

He would have been able to go to the Grand Prix, but he fell out in the first game of the budget race and came back the next day with a plane ticket.

Xiaochi Chi also knows the plot.

Ge Dong's last entry into the adult team was three months later than this one, so he did not participate in this Grand Prix.

When Sifan Lou returned from his setback, he even took half a day off to come to the provincial team to skate with him.

This time, Ge Dong didn't have the time to be with him in the United States, so he took the laurels he didn't get and came back.

Sifan Lou, of course, did not want to continue to extend this topic, so he turned his attention to Feihong Dong: "I have met this one, you are ...... Ge Dong's brother-in-law?"

Being in the same provincial team, Sifan Lou has certainly seen Feihong Dong come to Ge Dong more than once.

Feihong Dong politely: "It's me. You are Ge Dong's senior, right? There is another child, surnamed He."

Sifan Lou : "You mean Sheng Zhang ?"

Feihong Dong : "Ah. It should be."

Sifan Lou held out his hand to shake it and make a polite statement of resolve: "I'll take care of Winter ......"

At that moment, the door of Ge Dong's dormitory next door opened.

Changsheng He appeared behind the door of the room wearing shorts and a black undershirt, all in black, revealing an extremely slim and beautiful muscle arc.

He glanced at Ge Dong: " Ge Dong, you're here?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he fell headlong into Ge Dong's arms.

Before Xiaochi Chi could recoil, he was startled by the temperature of his forehead.

Holy shit, this burns like a manhole cover in the summer.

Feihong Dong immediately helped Changsheng He up without moving and kept him away from Ge Dong: "Is everything okay?"

Thanks to Changsheng He did not really faint, but just heard someone talking outside in bed and got up so hard that he was confused for a while.

He lifted his burned, wet eyes, his tone as serious as ever: "It's okay."

Feihong Dong touched his forehead: "The fever is so bad, you have to go to the doctor, right?"

Changsheng He logic is quite clear: "No need. I have this kind of body, the fever is rapid, but also quickly recede, a day will be good, tomorrow can train."

Sifan Lou glanced at Ge Dong and found that he did not change his expression, so he raised the thermos in his hand: "I brought him a meal for the sick."

Feihong Dong said, "Then hurry up and eat. I'll take Ge Dong to eat too. Ge Dong will live next door to you, so please take care of him."

Suddenly entrusted, Changsheng He blinked, his eyes so watery they almost flooded out, "I will."

After handing Changsheng He over to Sifan Lou, Feihong Dong was going to take Ge Dong away, but Sifan Lou called out from behind, " Ge Dong, I have a training mission this afternoon, can you come and take care of Sheng Zhang?"

Ge Dong stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Changsheng He went to pull Sifan Lou: "Don't bother people."

Ge Dong said, "No problem. The coach told me to write my post-game thoughts, and it's the same wherever I write them."

After explaining this matter, Ge Dong left.

Looking at Ge Dong's back, Sifan Lou thought about it.

-- At the end of Ge Dong's qualifying match, Ge Dong looked a little off after hugging the coach.

When the camera caught his back as he turned to leave, he was pressing his stomach with one hand, seemingly in discomfort.

For the past three years, Sifan Lou has been following Ge Dong's training.

Ice skating occasionally has pairs drills, but Sifan Lou found that Ge Dong almost always avoided similar drills, and if he did, his concentration would plummet for the rest of the session.

He feels more and more that there is a reason why Ge Dong won't skate in pairs.

However, it was no longer realistic to suggest Ge Dong to skate pairs, and he had to find another way to get Ge Dong to do more similar training.

To put it another way, this is also to help Ge Dong overcome its psychological barriers and shortcomings, isn't it?

Therefore, after entering the door, he lifted the lid of the thermos while saying to Changsheng He as if unintentionally, " Sheng Zhang, do you think Ge Dong has any shortcomings."

Changsheng He has always been a realist: "It's perfect in every way, but sometimes there's not enough coordination."

"How do you practice coordination?"

"Sandbag practice, I guess. And then there's the double practice toss."

"I've seen Ge Dong train twice. He never seems to like working with people on this." Sifan Lou said, "You're a senior and experienced, you've been in bed with him, so have some mercy and help him get through this technical hurdle. How about that?"

Changsheng He's face burned red and raised his eyes in thought, "Yes."

Sifan Lou smiled faintly.

Ge Dong's stubborn, hard-nosed temper is not known to anyone, and it is impossible to admit to people that he has a physical contact disorder.