Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Du Liangchen felt as if his heart was being soaked in vinegar, an indescribable sourness.

This is the umpteenth time that Du Liangchen and Tian Zhixi have argued every time they meet.

"I just got back from my run, I'm tired. Mom, why don't you come inside and rest for a bit? I'm going back to my room now."

Tian Zhixi was stunned by his outburst. Seeing that he was about to return to his room, she called out to him, "Stop, Xiao Chen! What kind of attitude is this? I'm only doing this for your own good!"

The only response she received was the sound of Du Liangchen closing the door. Tian Zhixi's eyes instantly welled up with tears; she felt extremely wronged.

She traveled a long way back, only to be treated this way by her own son, which broke her heart.

Tian Zhixi picked up her phone and called her husband, Du Langyu, but no one answered after several attempts. Tears instantly streamed down her face.

Unaware that he had made his mother cry, Du Liangchen sat alone on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor.

He didn't understand why he and she just couldn't communicate smoothly.

Tears welled up in Du Liangchen's eyes. He rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and poured water over his head, trying to wash away the anxious and painful emotions.

He had no mother in his past life and longed for maternal love. But in this life, he has a mother who tries to understand him, yet finds herself unable to.

He had gotten used to being alone and doing everything according to his own ideas. He could have ignored Tian Zhixi's thoughts, but he was too greedy to let go of that maternal love, so he fell into a self-contradiction.

Most importantly, he could clearly sense that Tian Zhixi did not trust him.

Du Liangchen sometimes thinks that perhaps having no choice is also a kind of happiness.

An hour later, Du Liangchen came out of the bathroom, dressed in bright yellow clothes, which made his face look even whiter. If you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were red.

"Thump!"

The phone rang, but Du Liangchen couldn't see it. He looked around for a while before finding it on the floor next to the bed.

"It must have slipped out of my pocket when I got up to go to the bathroom."

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Du Liangchen doesn't like to look at his phone usually because it's full of bad news. Unlike his previous life, he avoids his phone like the plague in this life, so he often doesn't know where he puts it.

He tapped the screen and found a lot of messages, mostly from Mei Jing, which read, "I'm home." "Why aren't you replying? Are you home yet?" "Did you lose your phone again?"

Seeing that he hadn't replied for a long time, I made several phone calls. Other messages of concern came from his uncle, Du Langxing, and his older brothers.

Du Liangchen first responded to his family, and then dialed Mei Jing's number.

Soon, Mei Jing's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Xiao Chen finally got in touch with you! I thought something had happened to you! I was going to come find you in a bit."

Du Liangchen touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly: "I'm fine, I was taking a shower and didn't hear you."

Mei Jing: "That's good, that's good."

With a tone of joy and relief, Du Liangchen felt a warmth in his heart. No one would want to break off a friendship with someone who cares about them so much!

Thinking about what happened online, and knowing that similar situations might occur more often in the future, Du Liangchen asked with some lingering fear, "Mei Jing, do you think we will always be good friends and good brothers?"

Mei Jing was silent for a few seconds: "...Of course, we went from a provincial team to the national team. We've been through so much together. Our friendship is something that can't be broken off with just a few words from others."