Chapter 131 There is snow here, please slide

Did Shan Chong decide to retire as soon as he woke up from the operating room?

Actually, not completely.

After all, he has persisted in doing this for so long. Snowboarding and BigAir seem to have become as commonplace to him as drinking water and eating for humans...

At least that's what Shan Chong took for granted before he woke up from the anesthetic.

After waking up, he found out that the operation, which was supposed to take three or four hours, lasted more than six hours. The attending doctor told him responsibly that after opening his body, he found that the situation was a little worse than he had imagined...

The cauda equina nerve was slightly damaged, which is the area that manages the human self-help physiological excretion needs, so the doctors stood in front of the operating table and sewed up this area for a long time.

Fortunately, it shouldn't be a big deal.

At that time, his parents and Wang Xin were by his bedside. Dai Duo sent Shan Shan back to the hotel to rest. I heard that they also waited outside the operating room for a day. They left only after Shan Chong was pushed out.

He had no impression.

After waking up, he saw Wang Xin. At that time, he was thinking about discussing with him that several important competitions such as the Burton U.S. Open, XGames, and several World Cup competitions would all be scheduled around March of that year...

He was too late.

All estimates were missed.

I told Wang Xin about this idea, but he didn't react much. He just said if I missed it, I missed it. At that time, there were still more than three years to go before the Beijing Winter Olympics, so it would not be a problem to recuperate for a year.

Shan Chong was quite surprised that the coach didn't talk too much this time. He thought that he would be scolded after waking up, or about those safety matters that were talked about too much...

Wang Xin didn't say a word.

Like a loving father, he covered him with a blanket, telling him not to think about anything and to rest and recuperate.

In the next few days, Shan Chong's teammates, juniors, or good friends came to see him one after another. Backstab came the most frequently. He even skipped his own training and squatted in front of his bed every day with a sad expression, as if he was at the crematorium to see him off...

And this feeling continued until Shan Chong put on the lumbar spine rehabilitation vest and was able to get out of bed and walk a few steps on his own, but he still looked like a ghost.

Shan Chong's emotions also changed from "he is a good brother" to "is this guy sick?"

On this day, Shan Chong could no longer bear the crying face of the man squatting at the head of his bed peeling apples, so he pulled the turtle shell-like vest, fastened it slowly, put it on, and sat up.

"Brother Chong," Backstab asked, "where are you going?"

"Hang."

“…”

"I'm going to the bathroom," Shan Chong put on his slippers and glanced at him, "Want to help me with my dick?"

In addition to the backstab, the other teammates who were originally sitting by Shan Chong's bed chatting and playing with their phones were all laughing...

The man slowly stood up while holding onto the bed. No one dared to help him up. Everyone knew that he was a Scorpio. In private, his rising sign or inner personality might be a Leo from head to toe. He cared about face and had a bad temper.

The next day after waking up, he sent away Wang Xin, who was accompanying him in the bed.

And afterwards, except for the first day when I was putting on the turtle shell and it was so painful that I asked someone for help, I would not let anyone touch me after that.

Shan Chong walked into the bathroom slowly. Since he was staying in a public ward, the bathroom was quite far away. He slowly moved himself there, went to the toilet, and washed his hands, just as a rehabilitation exercise.

Maybe he moved faster than people imagined, and when he came out, no one outside knew it.

"Backstabbing, damn it, Brother Chong is right, can you stop crying every day? He is fine, it's very unlucky."

A voice came into his ears.

The man leaned against the wall and did not go out. He just wanted to rest for a while and listen to his junior and apprentice disciples’ advice on how to deal with his fragile heart.

"I don't fucking want to," the eldest disciple said in a hoarse voice, "I just feel sad when I think about what will happen to Brother Chong in the future."

"It's not like his waist is broken, so he can walk, right?"

"Being able to walk is the same as jumping normally?" Backstab said, "Didn't you hear Brother Chong say that his legs were numb these days? Although the doctor said it was a normal reaction after the operation——"

Shan Chong's legs felt a little numb after standing for so long, and he shifted his body weight from his left foot to his right foot with an expressionless face.

He heard his teammates in the ward outside fall silent. After about a century, someone suddenly said, "Yeah, that's true. The ones with steel nails are not as good as the original ones."

"I heard from Dai Duo," another voice rang out, "Wang Xin found out that Adou was looking at the injury data, and the two coaches were arguing like crazy, but it was Dai Duo who stopped them from fighting... Adou said he wanted to find a way out for Chong Ge, but Wang Xin couldn't even bear to hear the word 'retreat', thinking that Chong Ge would be able to play again after he recovered."

"What does Adou say?"

"I think it's not good. Not to mention the psychological shadow after falling like this, what will I do if I fall again?"

"What should I do? Ah Dou is crazy. He has practiced diving for so many years, but he retired right before the Beijing Winter Olympics? Don't even mention Shan Chong. I would do it even if I had to use crutches."

"What's the use of being hard? You have to look at the state, the state!"

These people talked deeper and deeper, and Shan Chong felt a little bored after listening for a while and didn't want to listen anymore, so he reached out and opened the bathroom door again, then closed it forcefully.

There was a "click" sound of the door opening and closing, this time it was very loud, and the discussion outside stopped abruptly. The man waited for more than ten seconds before walking out with a blank expression.

He took off his turtle shell, lay down holding the handrail, and drove everyone away, telling them to go back to the ski resort to train and not to leave him alone.

After all the people left, the ward suddenly became quiet with the remaining extra-staff members backstabbing.

The latter continued to peel his apple. Shan Chong picked up his phone and flipped through it. As he was looking, he felt a gaze on the back of his hand that was about to burn him. He put down his phone, looked into the eyes of his eldest disciple, and said, "What are you looking at? I'm fine."

I didn't know what he meant by "I'm fine", but I felt creepy.

His face was emotionally broken for three seconds, but he soon regained his composure, put down the apple and fruit knife, put his hands on his knees, and said, "Brother Chong, which professional park skater hasn't received orthopedic sponsorship? Don't think about anything else, just take good care of yourself."

Shan Chong smiled.

Backstabbing is not funny at all.

Until the man waved his hands and asked lazily: "Use you to comfort me?"

This was the first time Shan Chong felt uncomfortable after the operation.

He knew clearly that the discussions behind his teammates were not out of sympathy or gloating, they were just stating the facts.

It's just that these facts are hard to accept.

…

His second discomfort came before he was discharged from the hospital.

It was near the end of the year, and he was already able to stroll around with the turtle-shell vest on his back and even began to do simple rehabilitation exercises. Walking from one end of the ward corridor to the other every day became his only activity and entertainment.

The orthopedic surgeon's office is located up the stairs in the middle part of the ward.

Shan Chong didn't know whether he had taken the wrong medicine that day or suddenly wanted to climb the stairs or what, but there was no one at the nurse's station and no one to stop him, so he just went up like that.

I listened to the corner of the wall again through the door.

This time it was his attending physician and family.

The conversation he heard started with the single mother saying "He is a professional athlete" through the door and the doctor saying "I know" -

"His coach has asked me about this before, and my answer is that it is a blessing in disguise. Although high-intensity and intensive training is not allowed, his event is not something that puts a lot of pressure on the spinal bending strength, such as gymnastics and diving. So if he really doesn't want to retire due to injury, he can continue to persevere. Of course, we will not say that this situation is absolutely not allowed..."

The doctor's voice was slow, and through the wall, it carried with it the sense of responsibility that a doctor should have, and perhaps also a sense of pity hidden in the numbness.

"But I'm going to tell you something that I probably shouldn't say. I've learned a little bit about the ski jump, and among all the skiing events, this one is a little more risky. What about your situation at home?"

The doctor paused implicitly, apparently feeling that he really shouldn't talk about such private topics.

But after he braked, he changed his words to another implicit one: "None of us can guarantee that he won't fall again in future competitions or training... Just because he's fine this time doesn't mean he'll be fine next time, and I think given the current situation, if the same accident happens again, he might not be as lucky next time. You know, his spine almost punctured the dura mater, which would be a problem. Really, if it had been one millimeter more, you wouldn't know where you'd be spending New Year's Eve..."

Shan Chong didn't hear what the doctor said.

Through the wall, he felt that the single mother, who had been able to speak calmly before, had also become quiet.

[The situation in your home] These few words are like a curse.

It is enough to make everyone in the Shan family stop their inherent thoughts and think carefully.

It was unknown how much time had passed. For Shan Chong, he had been standing there for so long that he felt a little tired. He heard Shan's mother say, "It depends on him."

"Consider retirement due to injury, or switching to another sport. Isn't there also speed racing besides platform jumping? Of course, these are not my business, but I think the current situation is——"

"Although he is my older brother, my children are very stubborn."

The middle-aged woman's voice interrupted the doctor's words.

"Sometimes I would also superstitiously wonder if the child's father and I had done something bad unintentionally, so the whole family was punished and warned by God. My sister is already like this, if he also..."

The sound disappeared briefly for two seconds before continuing.

"But I also know that he won't listen to anything I say. He has to figure it out himself. Once a child is born, he has his own life. Who is willing or patient enough to listen to the parents' instructions? So if he doesn't give up, I will support him... But if he can give up, I will probably -"

She paused again.

"Probably. I'm really happy."

The doctor smiled and said, "Yes, I understand. Compared to having some great fortune, most parents would choose to let their children live a safe and ordinary life, right?"

A long time passed.

Shan Chong heard through the door, the woman smiled and said, "Yes, which parent is not like this? If I could, I would like to lie on the operating table for him."

Shan Chong didn't continue listening to how the conversation ended.

He just turned and walked away.

When going downstairs, she met a young nurse at the stair entrance. The young nurse was suddenly startled by the man in hospital gown. Seeing his cold eyebrows and eyes, she looked at him briefly, then raised her index finger and pressed her lips.

The young nurse's face flushed red, and this eavesdropping became a secret forever.

…

Later.

Shan Chong took the initiative to propose retirement, and no one forced him.

It was probably on New Year's Eve, when the bell rang for New Year's Day and everyone gathered around the table to finish their first dumplings of the new year, that he announced this decision.

On TV, the Spring Festival Gala was still coming to an end with singing and dancing.

Outside the window, New Year's fireworks were still blooming in the dark night, and the sound of firecrackers in the distance had not stopped.

He announced the news with an unknown reason.

After he finished speaking, a sense of satisfaction that "everything is finally over" rose from the despair in his chest.

From now on, no one needs to whitewash the situation. People no longer need to discuss, argue, or debate behind his back about whether he can continue to compete on the stage...

Dai Duo threw the red envelope that he was about to give to Shan Shan onto her knees and then rushed out;

Shan Shan frantically searched for the wheelchair control button. She could usually find it with her eyes closed, but this was the first time she fumbled;

The single father put down the remote control that was adjusting the volume of the Spring Festival Gala and turned around blankly;

Wang Xin calmly put down the bowl, said "Happy New Year" and turned away, but he didn't finish the dumplings with auspicious numbers on them...

The single mother was the calmest one. Shan Chong's character of not showing emotions in the face of things might have come from her. Faced with the chaos at home that was about to break out, her hands holding the bowl and chopsticks did not shake at all.

Use the chopsticks in your hand to pick up a dumpling. In the center of the dumpling is a clean copper coin that symbolizes warding off evil and good luck.

Putting the dumpling in her son's bowl, the single mother just said, "Eat the dumpling and you will have good luck in the coming year. Forget about the bad things, look forward, and then move forward and don't look back."

Don't look back.

It was like a bright red wound that he had torn open completely by himself, bleeding profusely and thoroughly.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Shan Chong told himself not to blame anyone, as this was his own decision.

But from then on, he never set foot in Changbai Mountain again.

…

To this day.

Return to Changbai Mountain.

Shan Chong didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he returned here.

There was no great, earth-shattering opportunity. It was as if with the passage of time or the development of events, when it came to him, he suddenly found that he had the courage -

I don't know where the courage comes from.

Wang Xin said: Why don’t we go back to Changbai Mountain to have a look?

He thought to himself: Just take a look.

It seems that I was reluctant to mention anything about Changbai Mountain before, and now it has really become the same "hypocrisy" as Dai Duo said.

Everything has become natural. When I close my eyes and look back at the heart-wrenching and sleepless sufferings of the past, they seem to have suddenly vanished into thin air...

There is nothing to be ashamed of.

With every sleepless night and midnight dream, they even seem to become precious treasures.

The later Shan Youmu players were stronger than the former Shan Chong players.

Some people say that when you are at your lowest point in life, even if you don’t know where you are going, at least one thing is clear: as long as you keep moving forward, you will definitely be on the uphill road.

Raise your hands.

Pick up the board.

The man slowly climbed up from the snow, as if using the brief contact with the Changbai Mountains just now as a farewell to the past. All the things he had always missed but dared not miss were let go at this moment.

He bent down to pick up his snowboard, but before he could turn around, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Someone was stepping on the snow, making a "crunching" sound that reached his eardrums, and in the blink of an eye, that person was in front of him.

The little girl exhaled white air from her mouth, and stumbled towards him like a little duck flapping its wings, and then she braked awkwardly.

She almost lost her balance, and after stumbling twice on one foot on the slippery semi-ice surface, she instinctively stretched out her hands to grab the front of his clothes, half-carrying and half-hugging him to steady herself.

As soon as she stood up, she immediately stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand wearing a white plush glove, and held his face.

"Shan Chong," she looked up, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with a dark light, "You weren't really crying just now, were you?"

Before the man could answer, her furry gloves like bear paws had already rubbed up and patted off the pink snow on his face and nose.

He bent slightly.

He let her hold his face, trying to get closer to him, staring with wide eyes to observe the emotions on his face.

The man remained bent over without moving, but his dark pupils moved in his slightly moist eye sockets. He lowered his eyes, looked at her, and asked, "What do you mean by 'You're not really crying, are you?'"

His voice was low and a little hoarse.

She blinked.

"Wang Xin sent the entire video of you jumping down to your knees to your family without missing a second."

Weizhi took off her gloves and gently brushed away the frost and snow on his eyelashes with the soft and warm gloves. She then touched his face and said softly, "Didn't you two agree on this?"

"..." Shan Chong said, "No."

“…”

Perhaps because of shock, Wei Zhi was silent for a while, and the gentleness in her heart almost disappeared for a while, so she said implicitly, "I thought it was a script."

"no."

"So what did you just do—"

"Not standing still."

Weizhi hasn't seen a pig run in these few months, but he has eaten pork.

If she really believed that he didn't stand firm, she would be a real fool.

Is she stupid then?

Not stupid.

So after a brief moment of stunned silence, she opened her arms and, despite the height difference between them, struggled to wrap the man's shoulders around her.

She dragged him by force, made him bend down, and put his head into her neck. The little girl said, "Don't cry."

She thought about it and then changed her mind.

"It's okay to cry," she said, "I'll hold you, you can cry secretly, I won't tell anyone."

Shan Chong was silent.

His Adam's apple moved and he choked for a moment.

But his long and thick eyelashes fluttered, there were no tears, all the sourness reached his lips, and the corners of his lips curled up and turned into a brief sneer.

He picked up the little girl with his backhand, straightened his back, held her in his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and kissed her soft chin and the corner of her lips that were dangling above him.

...How can I not know where the courage comes from?

He was probably confused.

His courage was in his arms at this moment.

The adorable little princess, wearing a white veil and holding a sword, rushed through the snowy mountains, cutting through thorns. She appeared in front of the castle, panting and begging. She knocked on the silent castle door, put her hands on her hips, and shouted rashly -

Hello, open the door!

There is some snow here, please come and slide!

Do you want to come?