In the afternoon, Wei Zhi appeared with her board, working hard as if she was preparing for the Winter Olympics.

At that time, Shan Chongdu took out his park board and prepared to follow Lao Yan and the others into the park. He saw his girlfriend coming from a distance, so he put the board back, replaced it with the mach, and looked her up and down: "Why are you here?"

"I can't stay idle."

Weizhi reached out to touch her boyfriend's Mach board. It was different from other fancy snowboards. This board was made of carbon fiber, pure black, with a gray tree pattern on the back. It was simple and versatile, and looked very stylish.

It doesn't matter what kind of snow suit you wear.

As she was touching it, she moved the board away a little and looked up at the man in front of her curiously. The man had a blank expression on his face: "...9980, I want to buy it myself."

Wei Zhi retracted his hand: "What benefit do I get from having you as my boyfriend?"

Shan Chong: "I'll find a ski equipment dealer for you and sell it to you at the pre-sale price, with a 10% discount."

Weizhi: “…”

Wei pointed to the ski school behind him and said, "I heard from passers-by the other day that the coaches there can get this discount at any ski shop at the mountaintop ski resort."

“Those stores don’t sell mach.”

“…”

Weizhi rolled her eyes, pulled down her goggles, and dragged her boyfriend onto the cable car.

Lao Yan had a class in the afternoon, and the carving teacher was not there, so she had to reluctantly use her boyfriend. Her legs and stomach were sore at the moment, and she couldn't carve, so she simply went to the advanced track to practice her backfoot.

Wei Zhi's cross leg is terrible. When he was in Guangrong, he was as stiff as a zombie when he was in the figure eight stance. Now that he has changed his stance, cross leg is equivalent to sliding backwards, which is even more difficult.

"I thought you changed it because you didn't want to practice the back-kick." Shan Chong said, "Isn't that the case?"

"No," Weizhi said seriously, "In the future, I want to learn how to play Pinghua, so Pinghua must know a little bit of reverse kick, right?"

"No need." Shan Chong said, "Any movement, even if you land on your back foot, can't you just jump 180 degrees on the spot and pull it back?"

"You are quite a speculator."

"That's called being smart." The man glanced at her lazily, "and your backfoot makes me feel very annoyed. You don't want to practice, do you think I really want to teach you?

“…”

Look and see!

This is what men do, they don't know how to cherish after getting it——

How could he speak so recklessly in the past? Whenever she asked him what she wanted to learn, he would at most say euphemistically "it's not the right time yet", but he would never say directly "I don't want to teach"!

Wei Zhi ignored him.

When I got to the top of the mountain, I bent down to put on the board, and the man's hand reached out to me.

She brushed it off without even looking up.

Shan Chong: "Then I'm really leaving."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out, grabbed his little finger and pinched it.

The man didn't say anything. He flipped his hand and held the claws in his palm. He gently lifted her up and she bumped into his arms unexpectedly on her snowboard.

"Plop" to the ground.

The man held her waist with one hand with an expressionless face.

Wei Zhi didn't have time to put on his face guard, and the tip of his nose was touching the zipper of his snow suit. He lay in his arms, and he could hear his steady heartbeat through his snow suit...

She raised her head in his arms and met his eyes as he lowered his head.

Wei Zhi: "Take your hands away."

As soon as the powerful words fell, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he probably laughed and said, "So fierce."

You don't have to start practicing the backfoot from the falling leaf float. When changing edges, you may unconsciously use your right foot to twist the board first, and then move your right foot forward. Your center of gravity will shift, and then everything will go wrong.

Shan Chong watched Wei Zhi change several times, and saw that the whole snow track was covered with traces of her falling. He felt a little distressed, so he walked in front of her, lifted her up from the snow, and patted the snow off her face: "You have started to learn advanced skiing, but you have forgotten the skills of sweeping snow and changing edges. Remember what I told you when you were learning carving? Don't twist the board, just ride the board. Changing edges depends on applying pressure to the edge, and it will turn naturally."

He pulled the guard stick and changed two.

At this stage, he was just switching blades like drinking water, and it didn't matter where he looked. He just lowered his head to look at Maeda's feet. If she twisted the board a little, he could see it, and kept reminding him in his mouth -

"Don't worry, just follow me, right."

"Twist again, apply pressure with both feet at the same time, press the front edge...see, it's coming over, isn't it?"

"Finish this blade and then switch it. Don't bother! I'll break your legs!"

"Your legs are itchy, aren't they?"

"Do you really have to do that?"

"Both feet at the same time, apply pressure, step on the heel edge, step on--"

Half the mountaintop could hear him scolding.

Someone heard his voice and couldn't help but stop and look. From a distance, they saw Shan Chong holding hands with a little girl and changing blades.

It's quite fresh.

The two blades were exchanged, and she stared at the two hands held in the man's hands through the snow goggles with an ambiguous expression. The man was wearing a face protection and no one knew who he was. It was probably someone in the group of apprentices: "Hey, Brother Chong, you are bringing a newbie again, how strange? Holding hands to exchange blades and so on, where is your wife? If she knew——"

Wei Zhi blinked and was about to ask this guy if he had face blindness.

Before she could even start talking, her chin was grabbed and she turned towards the person coming. The man lifted the snow glasses on her face and spoke calmly in her ears, "My wife is here."

Passerby: “…”

Weizhi: “…”

Wei Zhi slapped his hand away and pulled down his goggles with an embarrassed look on his face. Then he heard the man who was trying to eat melons exclaim "Ah", raised his hand and rubbed his chin: "Master's wife, you have been going back and forth four times, and you still have to hold hands to change blades. Is this romantic or--"

Before he finished speaking, Shan Chong was laughing beside him.

"I want to practice my back-kick!" Wei Zhi wanted to die, "Isn't back-kick a different world?"

The person said "Oh", looked down at her board, muttered "It goes smoothly", then exchanged a few words and ran away. When only Wei Zhi and Shan Chong were left on the snow trail, they simply sat there and rested.

The man took off his gloves and put them under her buttocks. He leaned on the net beside the snow track and looked at his mobile phone. Someone tagged him in the group and asked him where he was and when he entered the park... After a while, someone popped up and said, "Stop shouting. Brother Chong is on the advanced B track again, helping his wife change blades hand in hand."

【Laoyan: @CK, Chong, how many wives do you have? 】

[Backstab: @少女叽 Look, when you were absent for one day, he took others to the slope hand in hand. There are so many scumbags in the snow circle, except me. ]

Shan Chong sneered at his phone.

【CK, Chong: I am training her with the back foot. 】

[CK, Chong: There are several other wives, but this one is the one that is tiring enough. ]

【CK, Chong: If you can teach this, I would rather give you 100 million than teach people how to push the slope and change the edge. 】

Wei Zhi looked up from his phone and asked, "Are you tired enough?"

Shan Chong glanced at her.

Wei Zhi: "Then can you be as tired as me?"

Shan Chong took off his goggles and wiped them. After thinking for a moment, he raised his eyes and asked, "When did you say?"

Wei Zhi raised his hand, grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it up and threw it at his face.

A ball of snow exploded on the man's face. He didn't get angry. He just sat on the net and bounced a few times. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He hooked his face guard under his chin with one hand, revealing his face that brought disaster to the country and the people. He bent down and came over: "Then I'll carry you down?"

He was completely different from the devil who had just grabbed her hand on the snowy trail and threatened to chop off her legs.

The man smiled and straightened up.

At this moment, a photographer from a ski resort passed by on the slope. He randomly took photos on the slope and uploaded them to the Huabei APP. Skiers can find their own photos in the corresponding ski resort and time period on the APP and click to pay to purchase the photos...

The photographer turned around unexpectedly and saw a familiar figure sitting on the side of the snow trail, with a little girl in a white snow suit squatting next to him.

At first glance, I thought he was scolding me.

A closer look revealed that he was looking at her with his head down, brows lowered, and smiling.

Behind them was a small wood at the ski resort on the top of the mountain. There was no one in the woods at the moment. There were only two people on the quiet snow trail. The girl lowered her head and refused to look at him, but the man's eyes never moved away from her from beginning to end.

The sun shines through the gaps in the trees behind him, and the photographer raises his camera.

…

After skiing down for the first time, Weizhi felt the pain of just learning to change edges, with his back foot. From the beginning to giving up, it only took three kilometers of snow trail.

Sitting on the cable car going up the mountain for the second time, Weizhi held her chin with one hand, looking out of the cable car, wondering whether to continue with the reverse skating or reluctantly let her boyfriend teach her how to carve.

The man bent down and glanced at her, trying to figure out whether she was in a stable mood. He hesitated before opening the microphone: "Are you daydreaming?"

Wei Zhi turned his head and glanced at him, moving his lips. Just as he was about to speak, he heard him say, "Don't be in a daze. Think about why you kept falling just now. Why is it so difficult for you to change the blade? You have to think about twisting the board--"

"Oh no." Wei said.

"Oh my god, can you use your brain?" Shan Chong said expressionlessly.

"If I can control myself and not twist the board, why would I need you?" Wei Zhi kicked him, "Don't say anything."

"I don't want to talk?"

He was speechless and was about to scold her again when the other passers-by who were lucky enough to ride the cable car together started laughing. A middle-aged man who knew Shan Chong smiled and said, "Girlfriend?"

Shan Chong glanced at the uncooperative girl and said "hmm". He thought to himself that no student would dare to ask him to stop talking.

"Girlfriends are hard to teach." The man said with a smile.

The man lazily leaned back, his expression relaxed: "There's nothing I can do. I have to teach my girlfriend, no matter how dumb she is, even if I cry...Don't fall in love, it will affect your speed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him reached out and caught her hand, then naturally took her hand and put it into his pocket.

At this time his cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the caller. He said "Hello" with a relaxed look and called out "Mom".

Weizhi's head, which was originally looking outside, turned around.

Shan Chong was not prepared at all. He thought his mother was calling him to talk about something trivial. He didn't expect her to start with, "Why are you bullying your sister again?"

Very loud.

The whole cable car is like a fucking loudspeaker.

Dan Chong had a good psychological quality. He thought about it carefully and confirmed that he only had that one girl. He asked calmly, "Dan Shan? What did I do to bully her?"

"Why did you let her delete Xiaoduo as a friend? We've been friends for many years. How can you, as a brother, do useless things all the time? You're so insolent that you meddle in your sister's friendships when she's not at home!"

Shan Chong held the phone in his hand, and said "Ah" in a tone that showed no remorse. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly, "I asked her to delete it, and she did. If we are really friends, then won't she add me back?"

"You just do that pants-stripping and farting thing!"

"Mom, be polite. We are on the cable car and I will listen to you."

"Your sister is crying!"

"She cries every day." Shan Chong was not panicked at all, "She will be fine after crying for a while."

"What do you mean you can just cry for a while? You figure it out yourself! Really, how can you be so childish when you're so grown up! You're always away from home and still looking for trouble!"

The other party hung up the phone after cursing. Shan Chong's ears were ringing. Under the embarrassed gaze of the people on the cable car, he looked calm. He analyzed it casually and found that it was nothing more than Shan Shan deleting Dai Duo, taking a screenshot for him, and then running to add him again...

And Dai Duo has always had a serious problem in his brain, so he probably didn't approve her friend request.

Shan Chong thought about it for a moment, then sent a message to the group, asking them to see if there were any humanoid creatures around them that looked like Dai Duo.

If so, let him know.

There was no other intention, I just wanted to find him and ask him to let his sister come back. Dan Chong would definitely not do such a thing -

Just call Shan Shan in person and let her cry to Dai Duo. If he can bear it, then don't add her anymore. He will be happy to see it.

…

When we got to the mountain, we originally thought that Dai Duo was at the Genting Ski Resort next door, and Shan Chong was even considering skiing over to find him.

A while later, one of his disciples posted a picture saying that Dai Duo was at the ski resort on the mountainside.

Shan Chong called Dai Duo several times, but the bastard might have jumped off the platform and not looked at his phone or deliberately ignored the call. In any case, there was no response. Shan Chong said that he didn't care about his sister, but he couldn't really ignore her. He had to make up for the death he had caused, so he had no choice but to go there in person -

The mountainside ski resort was the one where Weizhi went out to ski by herself last time, but met the people from Wantongtang and was tricked into going to the park, where she had to fall and go back in a wheelchair. When she heard the name of the mountainside ski resort, her pupils dilated.

"It's okay. There are at least a hundred people who leave there in wheelchairs every year," the man said in a light voice. "It's been a long time. Who still remembers you?"

She is not a celebrity.

Wei Zhi thought what the man said made sense, and he also wanted to know what was going on between Shan Shan and Dai Duo, so he became curious and decided to follow him.

At this moment she forgot that she was not a celebrity, her master and boyfriend was.

An hour later, they reached the mountainside ski resort.

Today, the mountainside ski resort is still very lively, adhering to the usual special ski resort style. In this environment of 15-day quarantine, there is a surge of foreigners coming out of nowhere... When entering the ski resort, there is a big table at the door of the ski equipment hall. It seems that there is some cup competition. The promotional table is used for competition registration. There are many big brand sponsorships written on the promotional curtain on the table. The staff are handing out flyers. There are several foreign friends around and also watching.

Weizhi passed by and heard foreign friends happily preparing to sign up.

She listened so attentively that a flyer was stuffed into her hand. She picked it up and took a look. At first glance, she saw that the first prize for the competition was 30,000 yuan, and at second glance, she saw the large platform diving event.

She reflexively turned her head to look at Shan Chong, who was staring at her as he passed by the stage without even giving her a glance.

Weizhi thought about it, folded up the flyer, put it in his pocket, then carried the board and got on the cable car with him.

The park at the mountainside ski resort is quite large, with a complete range of terrain and props, including various diving platforms and U-shaped pools. When they arrived, Weizhi was still squatting there, bending over to put on the board, when he heard someone calling Shan Chong, asking him why he was there.

Shan Chong raised his eyelids and before he could say anything, he heard the man say, "Isn't this the little girl in the wheelchair last time? What? After two months of hard training, your master is taking you here to wash away your shame?"

Wei Zhi's hand shook and the fastener was inserted crookedly.

She straightened up and turned to look at the man beside her. The latter raised his hand and gently put on the face guard for her: "There is nothing we can do if there are one or two people with good memories occasionally... Come on, they won't be able to recognize you if you put on the face guard."

Weizhi endured it and held back the swear words.

As the two were talking, a familiar figure stepped out from the platform behind them.

Squat down at the take-off point and get into a jumping position.

The moment you step off the platform, your body stretches.

Turn sideways.

Turn again.

Three turns.

doublecork1080°.

The snowboard made a dull sound when landing, but after the standard aerial movement, the person on the snowboard swayed forward and fell slightly because he did not lock his core, which was completely avoidable.

After lying on the ground for a while, he slowly got up.

Wei Zhi heard the man next to him make a "tsk" sound when he fell to the ground, but before he could say anything, he heard two foreigners wearing snowboards leaning against the side of the snow track and watching Dai Duo's jump.

They chattered for a while, the voices were neither loud nor low. The wind was strong on the mountainside ski resort, so Weizhi only heard a rough idea of ​​what was said.

Maybe the park project here is not going well.

How come the Beijing Winter Olympics will be held here next year? Ice and snow events should be held in Europe and America, and Japan is also fine.

Another rebuttal was that China's snow sports have been on the rise in the past few years, but it has not won many medals in the Olympics, but has achieved some results in other competitions.

The guy who started the conversation at the beginning said, among other things, that a certain player in his country had already reached such and such a level of doublecork (I didn’t understand), and that player was not considered a top-notch figure in his country…

or something like that.

The man used a lot of professional terms in his speech. If it were Jiang Nanfeng, he would probably be able to understand it all. However, Wei Zhi was quite annoying and became impatient after listening for a while.

I am too lazy to listen to other people's chatter anymore——

Keep talking nonsense. Next year's Winter Olympics will be held in Beijing. If you are dissatisfied, write a letter of complaint to the Olympic Committee!

After putting on her board, she turned around and was about to call Shan Chong to let him enter the park, but she found that the man was leaning on the railing at the entrance of the park with one hand, with his head tilted, listening to the conversation between the two foreigners.

Wei Zhi was stunned for a moment. Perhaps he felt her gaze at this moment. The man turned his head slowly, glanced at her, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

The little girl tilted her head back and stared at the faint mole on his nose: "Don't tell me you understand everything."

The man patted the snow on his hands, put them on slowly, and said calmly: "You didn't expect that your boyfriend also passed the cultural line and entered the sports school - after all, he was poor and wanted to get a scholarship."

“…”

"So don't worry about me lowering your child's IQ in the future," he said kindly, touching her head with his gloved hand. "If her head isn't very smart, it's definitely not from me."