Chapter 129 The King Forgotten by the Gods
The next day, Wang Xin was waiting downstairs early. He didn’t have a good breakfast, mainly because his mind was not on top... He ate a bowl of noodles for twenty minutes, and looked at the watch three times. Each time, his inner thoughts changed from "only half an hour left to go upstairs to arrest the man" to "only twenty minutes left to go upstairs to arrest the man" to "ten minutes left to count down."
At half past nine, he began to wonder, what should he do if he went upstairs to arrest someone and the place was empty?
Just when I was thinking about it and couldn't eat, there was movement over there. The elevator door opened, and a man in a black hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants walked out slowly, followed by a little girl.
The little girl was only slightly taller than his shoulders, following behind him like a little eunuch, holding a black and a white helmet in her hands, with a face guard and gloves in the helmets...
The two were still arguing as they walked out.
"Just hold the things properly, don't sway around, and walk properly with your heels touching the ground, okay?"
"It can't be lost. If it is lost, I will compensate you! No, can't you just talk properly? In other TV dramas, the hero travels a long way to get on a train, mysteriously appears in front of the heroine... But in reality, how come it is like this? The hero mysteriously appears in front of the hero, but he lands on a ski resort platform. The hero travels a long way to get on a plane and lands in front of the hero, but the hero doesn't know how to cherish her and even criticizes her for walking in the wrong way——"
“…”
"I just walk like this, you can watch or not."
"I'm just saying casually, you're waiting there, you look pretty energetic?"
"Well, well, what's the matter!" The two helmets in her hands collided with each other with a light "pa" sound as her limbs swayed. "I'm sleeping soundly in your arms. If you don't want to be so energetic, send me to sleep on the sofa and don't hold me."
Wang Xin rolled his eyes slowly.
Now he finally understood why Shan Chong always talked about his wife but not his mother. Apart from his biological mother who carried him for ten months and raised him, the girl was not just good-looking.
The technique of saying hard words softly is used to perfection. Saying tough words with hands on hips during an argument is called a real argument. Saying words that are nice to the ear and can soothe a man with hands on hips during an argument is called cute.
Look at Shan Chong, his eyebrows are already raised...
Let's just let it go for now.
He put his big hands on the little girl walking beside him, and with a strong force of his arms, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, not forgetting to bend down and kiss her on the head.
"I'm about to throw up my breakfast."
Wang Xin had a blank expression on his face.
"The more you talk at this time, the more sour you appear."
Shan Chong picked up a red bean paste bun and ate it in a few bites. He originally thought that he could leave, but he raised his eyelids and saw Wei Zhi still holding the plate and looking around. So he retracted his long legs and sat down steadily.
When she came back with a plate of food and a glass of juice, she saw two people at the table looking down at their phones. She was silent for a moment and said, "I'll eat faster."
"It's okay," Shan Chong said, "Just have some fun. It's not like we have to go to the national flag and take the oath of allegiance. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Weizhi lowered his head and ate quietly and quickly.
Wang Xin raised his head from his phone and glanced at him. Shan Chong leaned back and said, "What are you looking at? Didn't you see that I didn't even take the board?"
Wang Xin discovered that he really didn't bring his skis.
I probably wear a helmet because you won’t be allowed to enter the ski resort without one.
Act like a tourist.
………………The Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain is not located on a ski resort, damn it.
He wanted to curse at him, but he told himself not to be impatient. If he pushed someone too hard, he would suffer the consequences. After all, this person had not been near Changbai Mountain for two or three years. He didn't know where he got the courage to suddenly come to his senses.
ah.
Wang Xin glanced at the little girl who was chewing a piece of watermelon quickly. The girl felt his gaze, looked up, and complained vaguely, "I'm already very fast. You can't not eat your own food and not let others eat."
Wang Xin: “…”
OK.
It’s not like I don’t know at all.
…
Compared with other major ski resorts in China, Changbai Mountain is probably the most remote in terms of its geographical location.
Every year when the snow season arrives, the people in the three refrigerators disperse. The big guys in the circle usually stay in Chongli’s five major ski resorts or Jilin’s two major ski resorts, and the remaining small part stays in Xinjiang...
The only exception is Changbai Mountain, where provincial or national training teams usually gather.
The less people there are, the better the snow is.
Changbai Mountain's terrain park has indeed been renovated this year, and all the terrain and props are brand new——
The paint on the poles on the ground hasn't been completely worn off yet. If this were a big ski resort, everyone would have a strong desire to destroy it, and within a day, at least the top part would probably be worn off to a metallic color...
Here, however, you can still vaguely see some blue paint.
There was someone training in the halfpipe. He started from the left and did a double cork 720°. Then he switched to the right and did the same movement. He completed what is considered to be the most difficult combination movement in the halfpipe: Back to Back Double cork 720°. There is still some distance to reach the international competition level, but this person is practicing and improving steadily.
Shan Chong stood by and watched for a while before walking towards the platform.
This was the last place he arrived at. The platform was still the same platform, no different from what he remembered.
For a long time, he spent every winter in this place...
He is very familiar.
Be familiar enough to know which corners may have a slight angle difference without measuring;
I was so familiar with it that even with my eyes closed I could tell where the paint on the handrails on the departure platform had been worn off;
I became so familiar with it that I could adjust my route when I took off because of the small hole in the middle of the take-off platform, so that I could avoid it perfectly when I got off the platform...
At this moment, the previously peeling starting platform, the dilapidated take-off platform and the buffer zone have all been tidied up.
The ski slope is very flat and the platform is very new.
Shan Chong didn't feel too much unfamiliarity.
He led Wei Zhi around the terrain park. When he passed by the side of the platform, a figure came down from the starting platform. The person was tall and slender, wearing the yellow new Burton custom that Shan Chong also had. He stood on the platform, bent his waist, and started -
Smooth blade movement and precise positioning.
After three edges, he put down the straight board, probably because he was too familiar with this place and knew that there were some flaws in the terrain of the jumping platform. So when he came out of the jumping platform, he habitually leaned a little to the left, pulled the board, and grabbed the board.
eccentric rotation.
The smoothness of the movements in the air made the people around him exclaim in admiration. After several circles, the man landed steadily on the ground. There was a slight recoil in the movement, but it was not too obvious. After a slight pause, he stood up with the help of centripetal force, stepped on the snowboard, and completed the movement while standing.
A very stable FScork 1800°.
There was applause from all around. The man on the snowboard did not brake or bend over to pick up the snowboard immediately after landing. Instead, he slid over to Shan Chong and asked, "Where's your snowboard?"
The visitor's voice was slightly hoarse.
He has a boyish look that has not yet completely faded from his voice change period.
Shan Chong glanced at him and said nothing. It was rare that Dai Duo's first reaction when he saw him was not to imitate a dog's barking. He didn't really want to initiate a fight.
"Aren't you in Jilin? Oh, Songhua Lake, right? You just went to the wrong place. If you want to take a walk, why don't you go to Beida Lake? There are many friends there. You can join their sunset red walking group building."
“…”
Dogs will still bark.
Shan Chong glanced at him lazily, but he didn't get angry, so he said, "Make way, a good dog doesn't block the road."
"You're in my way. This is the landing zone."
"The place where you just landed is a million miles away from me. How could I let you drag the board and come barking at me?" Shan Chong said, "How could I let you bump into me?"
Dai Duo wanted to say, yes, I can’t hit you, so you will fall down on your own.
When the words came to his lips, he suddenly wondered where they were at the moment -
If he were at another ski resort, he would have dared to say something ten times more vicious, but at this moment he suddenly realized that they were in Changbai Mountain, and the sense of disobedience that hit him made him shut his mouth subconsciously.
Yes.
Changbai Mountain.
This person actually came back.
Subconsciously, I looked back at the diving platform. Wang Xin was standing high up with his hands on his hips, looking down at me.
This scene was very familiar. He had stood under the platform and discussed with Shan Chong countless times about what was wrong with the action just now, or when they were ready to quarrel, the middle-aged man who was not bald at that time also stood there with his hands on his hips, patiently waiting for them to finish their discussion...
Then wait for them to return to the stage and be scolded together.
Time is such a wonderful thing. One year passes by in the blink of an eye.
The hands that were pulling at the almanac never stopped, even though the paper might have cut their palms.
Dai Duo was silent for a few seconds, then he bent down to take off his board. With a few acquaintances around him watching, he picked up the board and stuffed it into the arms of the man in front of him: "Now that we're here."
Just jump.
On the snowboard, the snow that was caught by the binding when it landed fluttered down and landed on the upper of the man's snowshoes. He reflexively reached out to hold the snowboard that was about to slip and fall.
Wearing a thin black glove liner on his hand, the man swept his fingertips across the ice surface on the binding that was frozen due to being compacted by footsteps, and the ice surface broke into pieces.
He chuckled.
I'm too lazy to say a word of pretentiousness.
…
The few people standing under the stage didn't even know who was coming.
They saw a man standing under the platform, talking to Dai Duo for a few words, taking his snowboard, and going up to the platform.
They were a little confused, thinking, oh, this guy can also jump off the platform, they thought he was just a tourist.
As people watched the black figure carrying the yellow snowboard toward the starting point, they slowly realized that this abrupt color combination was not unpleasant. On the contrary, when their minds were in a mess, they found it more harmonious and familiar.
Who is this person?
They racked their brains.
The people carrying the snowboards came to the starting platform, threw the snowboards at their feet, bent down to adjust their snowshoes, and put on their snowboards.
He stood up straight, turned around, took the goggles off Dai Duo's face and put them on his own face. Amid the latter's cursing, he bent down again and pressed the buckle of the fastener.
departure.
The smooth start and almost vertical take-off route make many first-time Bigair skaters subconsciously push the snowboard sideways for a while in the first half...
Yet this person didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all.
Press shoulders, adjust center, move edge, and release board.
A black figure was riding a snowboard on the bright yellow ground. The sound of the snowboard blade breaking through the snow became the only sound besides the cold wind - even the cold wind could not cover it.
The black figure on the snowboard was like a light falling leaf, and like a slow-motion movie freeze-frame, he rushed out of the platform and was clearly suspended in the air at high altitude...
Bend over and grab the board.
The body is tilted, the axis rotation is smooth, and every turn of the head is almost parallel to the snow surface like a textbook.
When they found that he could easily turn 1800 degrees, which is known as the "dividing line for masters", their hearts were shocked. Amidst their pounding hearts and boiling blood, a name emerged!
"Ah, this guy, isn't he, that——"
In a soft, almost inaudible question.
The man's axis rotates a few more times.
With a "pop", the snowboard landed on the ground at the last turn. The standard front edge landing made him bend his waist and slightly move his core -
"Is it Shan Chong?"
The name that was almost forgotten by the god of this mountain appeared again in the mouths of passers-by.
In full view of the crowd, the man, who should have been able to stand steadily, fell forward and knelt on the snow after sliding on the board for a while.
No one knows whether he fell or he used up all his strength in that jump or what...
They could only see him kneeling with his back hunched in the middle of a vast expanse of white snow. Against the huge snow-capped mountain, the black figure suddenly seemed so tiny.
He placed one hand on the snow and slowly reached for the back foot binding with the other hand, seemingly trying to untie the binding and stand up. However, the moment he touched the binding, his hand stopped.
They watched him lean forward, face down, into the tangled snow.
With a gesture that is like kissing this mountain range devoutly.
…
Standing on a high place, looking down at the black figure on the snow below, as the white snow fell from the sky, his figure became a little blurry...
The whole picture seemed to be frozen, unusually peaceful.
Wei Zhi leaned one hand on the railing, not rushing down to look for him, nor racking his brains to think of nice words to praise him or encourage him.
My mind is completely blank, and I am thinking about things that are irrelevant at the moment...
For example, she actually thought that Shan Chong might never make a comeback.
What if he doesn't come back?
He should still be happy.
Be with the people you love, go to Chongli, Changbai Mountain, and Jilin in winter. At the end of the snow season, invite three or five good friends to go to Xinjiang to say goodbye to the winter.
In the summer in Guangzhou, Chengdu, and Harbin, you can see him in the big refrigerators.
Life goes on like this day after day.
In a few years.
He might have a child, and then break his vow to never teach beginners again, and walk around the beginner trails with a toddler in a dinosaur suit on a kiddie snowboard...
There is nothing to be unhappy about.
Just like an ordinary person, living a happy and healthy life without any surprises.
——But there is no more glory.
People applauded only for the man who has always been at the forefront of promoting the ice and snow industry, rather than sighing for him standing on the award podium;
He will sit on the rotten throne until the halo dims and a new successor comes to take his place.
He understood all this.
Just from beginning to end.
The king's eyes were always on the border of his country, where he had fought in the past.
On the horizon shrouded in darkness, he might also be hoping that one day the sunshine he had once defied would rise again.
You've heard this truth countless times, right?
He just didn't want to end his life like this.