follow my heart

Meng Buqing was angry at first.

Seeing the soft light reflected on Ji Wan's face, outlining the beautiful profile, at this moment the charming face and elegant temperament are all gone.Wearing earphones, he looks like he is running around, like a student who is not talented enough but works hard.

It made her feel a desire to teach her well.

Ji Wan walked and ran, and finally persisted for a kilometer.

As she walked, she calmed down her breathing and looked at Meng Buqing, her pair of watery peach blossom eyes were full of pleading:

"Is it alright?"

Meng Buqing laughed secretly, and suddenly asked: "Can you skate?"

"No, never slipped."

Meng Buqing thought to himself that running is something that needs to be honed slowly, and it is absolutely impossible to run one kilometer hard today and ten kilometers in one breath tomorrow.

Ice skating is different. A normal person can go from holding on to the wall without holding on to the wall to skating intermittently after playing for a long time, and after playing for a long time, they can skate smoothly.

This kind of exercise that progresses very quickly in the early stage is convenient for gaining a sense of accomplishment.

With a sense of accomplishment, it will be much easier to persist in the future.

"There is an ice skating rink here," Meng Buqing asked, "Want to play?"

"..."

Ji Wan thought she wanted to play on a whim.

She has written about skating, and even portrayed many skating masters in sports articles.The sentences that Meng Buqing said before all came from that novel.

But I have never really stepped on the ice once.

I was also a little curious in my heart, and nodded: "Okay."

The first floor of the shopping mall is a fairly large skating rink, and there are usually not many people in the afternoon on weekdays.

There are probably two couples in the arena, leaning against the side and slowly skating. In the middle are a few children wearing shiny performance costumes. As skilled and experienced, they spin on the ice from time to time, probably training for some competition.

Meng Buqing brought Ji Wan into the arena, got off the ice, and observed that her balance was not bad.

At least I can stand upright.

Meng Buqing skillfully slid two steps backwards, pressing back.

He was still looking forward at her.

"Why are you so good..." Before she started skating, Ji Wan was overwhelmed by her superb skills, "Is there any sport you don't know?"

Meng Buqing thought for a while: "It's a common city."

Ji Wan was curious: "Why didn't you become a sports student?"

Meng Buqing said proudly: "Obviously, my grades in cultural subjects are better than those in physical education."

Ji Wan bent her lips, nodded and said, "Then you are amazing."

"No," Meng Buqing recalled his college transcripts and amateur sports level, and quickly explained, "The main thing is, I like the novel very much, and there are a lot of sports mentioned in it. I played next to each other in my spare time, feeling feel."

Ji Wan's eyes flickered, pretending to be unintentional: "It seems that you really like that author."

"Of course," Meng Buqing answered, took Ji Wan's hand and said, "You don't need to support the wall, just support me to move forward."

"..."

I don't know if it's because of her too natural tone, or because of the warm and strong hands that came over.

When Ji Wan was led forward, her brows and eyes drooped, and her heart beat a little faster.

"Looking forward, the knees can be slightly bent, and the center of gravity can be shifted to the front and rear feet... Yes, you are skating very well!" Meng Buqing taught seriously, and was soon overjoyed with her progress.

Originally, I was worried about what would happen if Ji Wan fell while supporting the wall.

Ji Wan followed her, although her skating movements were a little stiff, but she was always steady.From the initial movement, to slowly and coherently moving the strength forward.

In her heart, skating is not difficult, similar to cycling.

Just maintain the balance of sliding forward.

After walking around twice with a half-slip, Meng Buqing realized that she might be able to slip by herself, so he gently let go of her hand.Still by the side, always paying attention.

The moment she let go, Ji Wan's soles of her feet became less stable, and her heart skipped a beat.

She lowered her eyes, and after a pause for a few seconds, she raised her face according to Meng Buqing's words, and looked at the empty ice field in front of her.Alternate the center of gravity of the left and right feet, and continue to be familiar with the sliding action.

Meng Buqing was worried that she would fall, so he escorted her all the way, and found that she became more slippery and stable:

"That's great. Did you know how to ski? You learned it too quickly."

"Really," Ji Wan said with a smile, "I don't know how to ski."

She leaned against the wall and stopped to rest.Running before consumed too much energy, and my legs were already very soft.

Meng Buqing leaned beside her.

The two chatted with each other.

Meng Buqing sighed and said: "For an author who can write so many wonderful sports in her novels, she must be very good at it herself."

"Not necessarily," Ji Wan glanced at her, "Truly talented authors can write touching words without having experienced it themselves. They can use their imagination to make up for the rest with basic materials such as pictures. everything."

Her tone was light, but she spoke with confidence.

Although these words were different from Meng Buqing's previous cognition, she still nodded, thought for a while and said: "But the author I like must like sports very much, I have a vague intuition."

Ji Wan heard the words and turned her back.

When she made sure she couldn't see it, she wrinkled her face.

Show some indescribable expressions.

What are you thinking about?

Ji Wan frowned, having rested enough, she continued to slide forward.

She slid a few times, and realized that she really knew it, and she couldn't help being a little happy.After many years of talking on paper, I finally know the real feeling of ice blades gliding across the ice.

Probably because he was too relaxed, the speed increased a lot unconsciously.

She wanted to stop, only to realize that Meng Buqing hadn't taught how to brake yet...

Not far away, Meng Buqing saw that she couldn't stop the car, so she hurriedly slid over to give her a slow pull from behind.

Unexpectedly, he didn't control it well, and slid down to shoulder to shoulder.

Ji Wan moved in a panic, didn't notice her coming, and the ice blade tilted down and slammed straight into her.The distance between the two was too short, and Meng Buqing had no time to dodge.

He had no choice but to simply open his arms and hug her to act as a human brake.

The two stepped back half a meter, and Meng Buqing's ice blade got stuck on the somewhat potholed ice surface and stopped for a while.

Finally, Qiqi fell down.

The moment Meng Buqing realized that he was about to fall, he knew to lower his center of gravity, and it didn't hurt to fall through the thick clothes.

But Ji Wan didn't have her sophistication and dexterity - she just fell on Meng Buqing's body so firmly.The impact caused her hands that were holding onto the ice to rub heavily, grinning her teeth in pain.

"Are you okay?"

Ji Wan lay on Meng Buqing's body, unable to get up for a while.

Meng Buqing slowed down: "It's okay, I didn't hit anything. Are you okay?"

The ice surface of the skating rink looks white and harmless, but it is actually rough and hard. She rubbed it with her hands just now, and it must have been scratched.

In desperation, there is no way.

But she has sacrificed her life for righteousness, why didn't Ji Wan hurry up and get up.

Just use her as a human cushion and press her happily.

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Specially at zero o'clock to tell you baby baby, happy new year, happy every day! ~