Ice Yoyo
On the morning of the second day, I not only went to the concert, but also visited the antique jewelry market.
In the afternoon, I turned and walked onto an old street. The sunlight, lingering in the oven for too long, with no one to moderate it, cracked the red bricks beneath my feet. Bookshops lined the sides of the street.
The architecture is dreamy, apricot white, lacquer green, and gingerbread yellow, the glass windows glistening and thin, like unbreakable spring ice. Most importantly, the houses are occupied, the streets deserted, the noise of the world gone, the whole street a delightful spectacle, a playhouse ornament.
Enter the store.
The bookshelves were like small longitudes and latitudes. The two of them browsed separately. After a while, they met. Jiang Liu put his hands behind his back and asked:
"He Zhelar is your favorite writer, right?"
Yu Ran reads extensively, with favorite authors from China, the US, Japan, and France. He Zhelar, unconcerned with fame and fortune, is a literary figure with a low profile, yet a high reputation. His writing is simple and profound, capturing the larger picture through the subtle. Yu Ran often reads his work when she's lost.
"Yeah, I read it all the time when I lost my memory. Even though I couldn't take in too much text information all at once, I had to get used to it slowly."
The next second, the signature of a famous writer was printed on the book that Jiang Liu spread out.
The signed title page is brittle and decayed, dotted with yellow stains, but the strokes are so smooth and fluent that they dodge the curse of time and remain forever fresh and engraved.
Yu Ran was surprised. He Zhelar was a solitary man, elusive and elusive. In his later years, he lived in seclusion in the desert. The signature that survived was only a fragment.
When they met unexpectedly in this bookstore, Yu Ran was filled with only one feeling in his heart - in the banquet where many great scholars gathered, a slovenly old man flashed by, but the great scholars just had to respectfully call him "ancestor".
"Where did you find it?" Yu Ran couldn't let it go.
"I just flipped it over and found it." Jiang Liu sneezed, and the tip of his nose turned red as if disturbed by dust.
"You're amazing!" Yu Ran brought wet wipes with him and wiped his hands for him.
Going to check out, the store manager, an elderly overseas Chinese with a rosy complexion, pulled out several long-out-of-print books from the display case behind him. Yu Ran's eyes brimmed with envy; even a glance at them made him feel his eyeballs' worth soar, let alone the fact that he was actually holding them in his hands.
Turn, turn, turn, they are all signed by famous artists!
"He Zhelar, not many people can understand him. If you like him, there are more here!"
The old man came from a family of scholars and was fond of collecting books. Starting from his great-grandfather, the library had a huge collection of volumes. Later, during the war and the family's migration to the south, the books were lost, destroyed, and burned.
Later generations worked hard and searched for books everywhere, which was a wonderful and elegant thing. However, if they did not grasp the measure well, it would lead to anger and stupidity.
The old man followed the orders of his family elders and was forced into depression several times, and his love turned into a shackle.
Later, in a foreign country, he made many friends who were interested in books. Their casual and free-spirited nature helped to alleviate the old man's stubbornness to a certain extent.
The old man enjoys the happiness of others while sharing.
But today, the old man is willing to display these unique signed books, which undoubtedly shows that he regards Yu Ran as the top priority.
Perhaps, it was because he heard that Yu Ran had lost his memory and recalled his past conflicts, and was glad that they had both moved on.
After hearing the story, Yu Ran put the stack of signed books back into the display case. He couldn't bring himself to steal her away. He was already satisfied just flipping through them himself!
Jiang Liu whispered, "This doesn't count as stealing someone's love. He owns 60% of the bookstores on this street!"
There are endless book lovers coming and going every day. It is precious to meet a like-minded person by chance, and maybe they also enjoy the process of sharing.
Yu Ran picked out a signed book by his favorite Chinese writer, secretly wrapped the money in the bell of the lucky cat, thanked it solemnly, and left in a happy mood.
I spent the whole afternoon in the bookstore. The invisible night condensed the shadows of neon lights. There was a capsule toy machine on the side of the road, and three or two couples were talking and laughing.
In the glass cabinet, there are toys, souvenirs, prayer notes, etc. Under the boundless, velvety night sky, these ordinary little gadgets become more dreamy, becoming firefly lanterns and dream-catching feather ornaments.
Put the coin in, and the gate will "Ganlang-Ganlang" and spit out two glass balls very efficiently. The one belonging to Yu Ran is an ordinary little pendant, and the one belonging to Jiang Liu is...!
"Tickets for Scottin and the Cathedral Ice Dance?!" Jiang Liu was stunned for a long time.
"Wow, it's the first prize. I'm so envious!" Someone stretched his neck to look.
On a large sign next to the capsule toy machine, a lithe athlete holds up the slogan, his face beaming with joy. Behind him is the authentic Scottish Cathedral.
Most importantly, Jiang Liu had originally planned to go ice skating. Scottish Cathedral was so popular that tickets were hard to come by, and he had been unable to secure a ticket, so he asked for an alternative venue. Now, this ticket had fallen from the sky, like a shimmering radiance from the rose window of the dome.
Jiang Liu's joy was unrestrained, and he disappeared into the darkness without a trace. "But, there's only one ticket, and only one of us can get in. We might as well go to where I booked the ticket in the first place."
"If you go skiing, can't I be your family member, carry your bag, pass you water, and support you?" Yu Ran turned the ticket over. On the back it said that the primary venue ticket was for one accompanying person.
Seeing that Jiang Liu was still weighing the pros and cons, Yu Ran put his hand against his lips and rubbed it, "Just think of it as a solo dance for me."
After a whole night of rest and gathering strength, he didn't eat much for lunch the next day. After checking his tickets, Yu Ran, the follower, acted openly and arrogantly.
Entering the arena, gear was donned, and figures danced on the ice. The first floor was the beginners' area, the misty ice the color of lychee flesh. All around, clusters of rose windows bloomed in vibrant colors, creating an inexplicably quiet and soothing atmosphere.
Presumably, the intermediate and advanced tracks on a higher level can look up at the blooming dome.
Yu Ran was delighted. Jiang Liu looked different in his professional attire, so graceful and elegant. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he thought of the jade handle of an ancient round fan: clear, smooth, and straight.
Jiang Liu glided past, bringing a cool breeze. In just a moment, there was an ice cellar, lychee meat, a round fan in the wind, and Yu Ran closed his eyes, searching for scenes from many palace films, but they were more abstract. He opened his eyes and found that this summer was the most meaningful.
The beauty was intoxicating. However, Yu Ran's expression was filled with resentment.
Holding hands, which was his responsibility, was taken over by the professional coach. The coach was on the outside, and Jiang Liu was on the inside, one hand was being held, the other hand was holding the railing, and they walked hand in hand.
What's more, why does the coach look a little, fawning?
"Safety first." Yu Ran thought to himself, and quickly followed outside the railing, thinking to himself, look at the water I handed me.
"I dare not, I dare not stop..." Jiang Liu said cautiously, refusing to drink water. It was like putting the strength of speaking on the edge of a knife. Even a little more emphasis, even a second of pause, would cause him to lose his balance.
Yu Ran looked at the coach who had no intention of helping the students stop: "..."
I suddenly felt cold in my teeth, drank a lot of water, and burped continuously.
“Yo!”
Yu Ran was so frightened that he burped and felt a knot in his chest. After he finally calmed down, he turned around.
The man who scared him was wearing a badge that said "Coach, David."
Yu Ran glanced around, confirming he was calling her. But why was he so rude? How could he start intimidating right away? The quality of Scottin's employees was worrying. One was taking advantage of the situation, while the other was making a fuss.
"Yo, bro~Thunder Monkey?" David whistled.
Scotting's ice sports are extremely popular. These foreigners probably see more Chinese tourists every day than Yu Ran sees in a week. They come from all over the country, so the Chinese they learn is naturally not all Mandarin, but more like a mixture of dialects from various provinces.
From David's "leihou" just now, it's not difficult to guess that it means "hello" in Cantonese.
Yu Ran didn't want to pay attention to David, thinking that there were still many tourists who couldn't find a coach. He thought there were too many people and too little food, but now it seems that the granary is full, but they just won't release the food.
"Hello, don't ignore me."
"Mr. David, I'm not your student. I don't have a ticket. If you want to find someone to teach you, you can go over there. Oh? Hiss—two people are here to see you."
David dodged behind Yu Ran to avoid the sharp attack.
The student who was skating over cautiously had a dark look in her eyes. David felt guilty and took a dolphin car on the ice and let her explore it by herself.
"Is William's student your friend?"
"Boy friend."
"Oh~ Beautiful Chinese love story!"
Yu Ran did not deny it.
"William is always naughty. He likes good-looking boys or girls."
Yu Ran turned to look at him, his suspicions confirmed. He pulled out his phone to take a photo, only to discover that Jiang Liu had slipped away during their conversation, with William shamelessly following behind. Jiang Liu was left holding his left hand.
David blocked Yu Ran's camera and said, "If you can't stand it, just chase him away yourself."
Yu Ran understood the meaning of his words, and David could only mention this much.
"Where is the locker room?"
"Huh? You left your wallet in the locker room? Come with me."
…
David taught the key points verbally, and seeing that someone was coming to him again, he simply taught them step by step.
Standing posture, center of gravity, braking, correct falling posture, David is really worthy of being a coach, he explains in simple terms and can quickly give guidance according to different students. Of course, students also need to be smart.
Yu Ran understood, shook him off, and took a leisurely step. Jiang Liu had almost finished skating a full circle when he saw Yu Ran on the ice, still a little confused.
"How did you get up here?" Jiang Liu stopped and naturally leaned on Yu Ran's arm for support. William followed, and the three of them faced off.
"William, I will accompany him, so you don't have to worry about anything else."
Yu Ran also kindly spoke it again in English.
"NO!" William shook his head eagerly, and stood between the two of them, fighting for Jiang Liu without taking Yu Ran seriously.
"I've made it very clear just now. Don't follow me anymore." Jiang Liu glared at him.
"If this continues, I will file a complaint." Yu Ran said.
William was choked and furious, his pale eyebrows always looking so frivolous.
The young couple skated towards the ice hand in hand. William hesitated in place, but suddenly made up his mind and quickly followed them with his ice steps. Unexpectedly, a big guy skated straight towards him, and when he was half an arm's length away, he fell to his knees on the ice!
Out of coaching instinct, he helped him up, his eyes still fixed on the two people in the distance.
"Thank you! Uh, Can you help me to ice? Uh... I say..." The big guy got up and fumbled to put together words and grammar.
David looked confused, pretending not to understand, and waved his hand to leave. The big guy was determined and was still saying some incoherent English to try to keep him. A little kid skated over angrily and spoke to the coach in fluent English, asking him to help his father.
In short, Jiang Liu and Yu Ran finally got rid of William.
The pair skating was as if they were in an empty space, because they kept holding hands, each stretching out their outer arms to maintain balance, and they looked like lovebirds gliding across the ice.
The blade scraped across the ice, making a grinding sound. Yu Ran lost his balance and stumbled forward. Fortunately, he remembered the correct posture and tried his best to keep his protective gear on the ground.
Lying on the ice is better than falling on your butt, Yu Ran thought embarrassedly.
Jiang Liu pulled him up and rubbed it for him. "You slide inside and hold on to the railing. I'll protect you outside."
Yu Ran agreed and switched positions. There was something strange about sliding forward while holding onto the railing, a feeling of control, yet not entirely controllable.
Whenever Yu Ran was crying out in his heart that he couldn't stop, Jiang Liu always applied just the right amount of force.
As pedestrians slid by, the white marks on the ice closed up very quickly, as if a kaleidoscope was constantly drawing curves of flowers.
There are two people walking slowly.
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