figure skating king

The meeting place that Yuuri and Andre agreed to meet was near the Fountain River. After getting off the train, Yuuri looked at the map for a long time, looked at the stop sign in his Russian of the first grade level of elementary school, got on the bus, and finally arrived at the destination before the appointed time land.

Passing through the nearby landmark building - the Summer Palace, the kid was sure that he had found the right place, he took a breath, found a bench and sat down, Yuuri felt that his ability to recognize the way was getting stronger and stronger.

An old gentleman is standing not far away. He looks like he is in his early fifties, his eyes and brows have traces of years, but he is still handsome and charming. His demeanor is elegant and dignified like an aristocrat. Going to a date, holding a gray and black checkered deer hat, which looks like a child's size.

He stood there for a long time, until Yuuri sat on the bench, there was an unspeakable tenderness in those blue eyes, and the steps towards the bench were actually a little apprehensive and hesitant.

"Sir, can I sit here?"

Yuuri raised his head and saw this old gentleman, who had always been sensitive and introverted, and who was also very wary of strangers, unexpectedly did not refuse.

Children can feel a touch of closeness from this old gentleman.

He replied in a low voice: "Yes, yes, I am waiting for someone... I mean, I will leave when that person comes, please feel free."

"I guess you're Japanese, right?" The old man spoke fluent Japanese, and he spoke to Yuuri naturally.

Hearing the accent in a foreign country surprises Yuuri: "You can speak Japanese."

"Well, my lover is Japanese, but he passed away a while ago. When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of him, so I came to talk to you. I hope you won't feel presumptuous, Mr. Xiao."

Yuuri opened his eyes wide, he was very kind in his bones, of course he would not refuse when the old man said so.

The child shook his head again and again: "Oh, of course not! I don't think it's presumptuous, but I'm not very good at talking, sir, maybe you will feel bored..."

The old gentleman chuckled: "No, you are so cute, even cuter than I imagined... I'm Phoenix, Mr. Xiao, how about you?"

Yuuri blinked, and replied shyly, "I'm Yuuri."

Phoenix gently stroked Yuuri's head. Yuuri's hair hadn't grown well yet, so he was wearing a woolen hat with soft fluffy balls on it, which was very comfortable to touch, and he didn't resist the old gentleman's approach.

"You look so thin. Our daughter was much fatter than you when she was young. The child inherited her mother and grandmother's fat-prone physique, and has always been prone to weight headaches."

Yuuri smiled: "Actually, I am also prone to obesity, and so is my mother. It's just that I lost weight when I got sick a while ago. Mr. Phoenix, does your daughter also have a pair of blue eyes?"

"Yes, her hair color and eye color are the same as mine, but her eyebrows and face shape are the same as my lover."

"By the way, Yuuri, what happened to your hand?" Phoenix pointed to Yuuri's left hand, which was bandaged.

Yuuri's expression dimmed for a moment: "I accidentally fell... What about you? Are you waiting for someone too?"

"I'm probably going to have to wait a long time."

Phoenix smiled and sighed softly: "I still think he left too early, not even 50 years old, he should know this, but he still promised to accompany me to the end, I probably know now that he will What method is used, so we have to wait."

He took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and the hour, minute and second hands of the watch were all broken.

Yuuri realized that the "he" the old man said was supposed to be his lover.

The kid was a little sad. There are not many people in this world who are more aware of how heavy death is than survivors like Yuuri. He paused, and comforted a little jerky: "Everything will be fine."

Phoenix's gaze shifted from the pocket watch to Yuuri's immature face, his blue eyes were as gentle as the clear sky: "Yes, everything will be fine, don't choose to give up no matter what kind of pain you face, happiness will eventually come to you .”

He seemed to be speaking a prophecy, and there was a look of confusion on Yuuri's face, when Andre's voice came from behind him.

"Yuuri, let's go."

Yuuri responded, slid down from the bench, and bowed to the old gentleman: "It was a pleasure talking to you, sir, I should go."

Phoenix handed over the deerstalker hat, Yuuri was startled, and then heard the old man say: "I originally wanted to give this hat to my daughter, but the size doesn't seem right, you don't mind accepting an old man's small hat?" Mistake, isn't it, Mr. Little?"

Yuuri took the hat with his lips pursed, a little ashamed of accepting a gift from a stranger, but he couldn't bear to reject this widowed old man with a bad memory. He bowed again and turned to Andre's direction run away.

Andre looked at Yuuri, and said a little unhappy: "You are so slow, who is that old guy, is he more handsome than me?"

In all fairness, Andre is handsome, but Yuuri still thinks the old gentleman just now is more handsome, mainly because the temperament of the old gentleman is particularly suitable for Yuuri's aesthetics.

But Yuuri didn't dare to say that Andre wasn't handsome, so he changed the subject and said, "Didn't you say you were going to take me to see the best training ice rink in St. Petersburg?"

"Didn't I know that you have learned to skate before, and I will take you to feel the atmosphere? But you are usually in Moscow, if you want to pick up figure skating, you have to practice there."

The two walked away after chatting. Although they separated immediately after not spending much time together before, when they met again, they were more familiar than others, probably because of the fetters.

It was this person who brought me to Russia and formally entered the world of survivors.

I was the one who brought this kid to Russia and formally entered the world of survivors.

They are different to each other.

The old gentleman sat on the bench and looked at the two figures, one tall and one short, with nostalgia in his eyes.

It was a picture he had never seen before, father and...little Yuuri.

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Victor is a naughty boy, the kind who hasn't hit Fang Jiewa for three days. He is the brat who Yakov scolds the most in the training ground, and of course he is also one of the ones who beat the most violent chests.

He was very curious, and he wanted to do something about everything he saw. Today, he accidentally cut his hand with an ice skate, and the blood flowed all over the floor, which was shocking.

Yakov was so hypertensive and heart disease that he was scared out of him together, and quickly picked up the child and ran towards the infirmary.

However, there was no team doctor in the infirmary, only an Asian man in his early thirties holding a red rose, leaning against the window and slowly wiping his eyes.

Yakov was stunned, who is this?

Upon closer inspection, this person is still very handsome, with delicate features, gentle temperament, and good figure, with shoulder-length black hair, and especially unforgettable brown-red eyes, with red eye sockets, as if he has just cried.

Realizing that someone was coming in, he turned his head to look at Yakov, and laughed: "Paul has something to go out, I'll watch here for him, what did this kid get cut on his hand?"

Paul was the team doctor's name, but Yakov didn't know the man.

This young man's appearance and demeanor really touched Victor, so the child was stunned for a moment, and when he heard someone question him, he replied proactively: "My hand was cut by an ice skate."

"Let me see."

The young man naturally put the rose and a pocket watch on the table beside him, and took out the disinfection equipment, medical cotton, gauze from the cabinet... It seems that he is quite familiar with this place. It seems that he is really Paul's friend?

Yakov felt relieved, he inadvertently found that the hour and minute hands of the pocket watch were broken.

Victor himself jumped out of Yakov's arms, ran to the stool and sat down obediently, and stretched out his hand for help to treat the wound.

The young man handled the wound very skillfully and lightly, almost making Victor feel no pain. He looked down at the young man's long, white fingers holding the tweezers to clean the wound carefully, his face turned red for no reason.

The child looked for something to say: "I haven't met my big brother before. Where did you buy your roses? Are there roses in December? Are the flower shops selling them very expensive?"

The young man paused, and slowly replied: "It was given by my husband, he passed away."

"Oh, sorry!" Victor opened his eyes wide, not knowing how to answer this sentence.

The young man raised his head and smiled softly: "No, I am very happy to be by his side until the end."

As he said that, he quickly wrapped Victor's wound with gauze, and said: "The wound is not deep, don't let the wound touch water in the next few days, just to be on the safe side, go to the hospital for a tetanus shot after the training, okay? "

"Okay." Victor didn't know why, and Yakov looked sideways in front of this person.

When Victor was so obedient in front of him, it was usually when he got into some serious trouble... It made the old coach feel sad when he said it.

The young man got up and prepared to leave with a rose and a pocket watch.

Victor looked at his back, not knowing why, and suddenly said: "That!"

"Huh?" He turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

Victor stammered: "Please don't be sad, I think... I think your husband is very lucky to have such a good-looking lover as you, and he can still walk ahead of you. He must have no regrets in his heart."

I don't know which sentence hit my heart, the young man was stunned for a moment, and mist appeared in his eyes again.

He pursed his lips slightly, came back to his senses, and wiped his eyes.

"Goodbye, little Victor, you are cuter than I thought."

He tried his best to show a happy and playful expression to Victor, and blinked: "You can go back to the ice training now, you know, you look so good on the ice, there will be many people because of seeing you And I made up my mind to go skating.”

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Victor chased out the door, but found that the other party was no longer visible in the corridor.

Yakov looked behind and frowned.

The speed of this disappearance seems a bit abnormal?

Later, he asked Paul if he had an oriental male friend whose husband had just died. Paul said that he didn't know such a person at all.

Thinking about it carefully, that young man's fingers are a bit abnormally long, unlike ordinary people.

As a result, there were more golden scissors in the infirmary that Yakov begged from a psychic, which was said to be used to ward off evil spirits, which made the team doctor Paul look puzzled.

At this time, Yakov couldn't care less about investigating the young man. He answered the phone and told Victor to go back to the ice for training, and don't leave after the training.

Victor rolled reluctantly, and when he stepped on the ice, he got up happily again.

The good-looking elder brother said that he looks very good in skating. As a kid who can't participate in the youth competition at an age, so he hasn't shined in the world. This is the first time he has been praised so much.

He performed a smooth back flip triple axel, and the follow-up skating out was also smooth. The child's mood rose and his self-awareness was particularly good.

Off the field, Yuuri, wearing a deerstalker hat, mask, and wrapped in thick clothes, pulled the baffle, opened his eyes wide and looked at the silver-haired boy skating in the field, his mouth under the mask opened wide.

That boy looks like he is only in his teens, but he skates really well!

So when Andre came back from Yakov to pay his son's coaching fee and other miscellaneous expenses this year, he saw Yuuri staring at the ice rink with a dumbfounded expression.

He looked at it for a while, and found that the child was looking at his own child.

Inexplicably proud of herself, she patted Yuuri on the shoulder: "Did you see that silver-haired boy? That's my son, skating well?"

Yuuri nodded again and again: "Well, I'm skating very well, Andre, I've decided, I want to practice skating again."

He wanted to skate like that boy, and it would be great if he could step on the same ice with him one day.

"Okay, I'll find you a reliable coach when I return to Moscow."

Andre stroked his chin, thinking that Katharina used to practice figure skating, anyway, we organized it together, why don't we ask her to be Yuuri's current teacher?

In fact, Andre doesn't think that Yuuri can make a name for himself. After all, children can only live until they are 14 years old. At that time, they should just participate in a youth competition. Even if they win a medal, how much attention will they get?

Then he walked away with Yuuri.

And this is the fateful first meeting between Victor and Yuuri.

The author has something to say:

Just to clarify, Yuuri was really not young when he left, he was at the age where he could have grandchildren, it's just that Victor lived longer than him, but one of the old couple always left first.

The time-traveling pocket watch can be used three times. Yuuri used it twice because he had cancer and left early. One time to accompany the old Wei who was about to die, one time to watch Xiao Wei, and Victor once to watch Xiao Yong. Sauce.

This plot is to write about the realm of Wei Yong's destiny, "After you saw me growing up, I was lying on the fender and looking at you, and I made up my mind to continue skating because of my longing for you." .

The Yong who looks like 27 in this article is actually over 45, he just has a very childlike face (I really envy ing)