After the press conference, the final leg of the Grand Prix also came to an end, and the final points ranking was released. Han Lu and Xu Haoyang are in sixth place, which means that they won this Grand Prix final because of the absence of Duhamel and Eric.

This is not good news.

However, despite their reluctance and regret, they still had to devote themselves to preparing for their first Grand Prix final.

Han Lu has never felt so fast season after season, last year was her first competition in pairs skating, this year was her first Grand Prix final, and next year, it will be another Winter Olympics.

What she didn't get, what she promised to get, will be tested again next year.

And, that was probably her last chance.

At the end of a long day of repeated action run-in and temptation, Han Lu and Xu Haoyang still stayed in the ice rink to discuss a new move, and Xu Haoyang wanted to use a hug as the end of the action, instead of looking in one direction before. Han Lu thinks that if you want a sense of cohesion between two people, you can choose a common prayer action. While the two were arguing, Liu Bofei hurriedly ran into the ice rink, and when he saw Han Luren here, his face obviously showed a mixed expression of relief, and at the same time he wanted to stop talking.

"What's wrong?" Han Lu asked.

Liu Bofei is still thinking about what to say.

"What's the matter?" Han Lu asked again.

"Your father ......," Liu Bofei said, "he wants to meet you." ”

“…… What?"

"Your father is back in Beijing today. Liu Bofei said, "He wants to see you." ”

"Are you kidding me?" Han Lu asked.

The expression on Liu Bofei's face was very serious, which showed that this was not a joke. However, he was also shocked in his heart, he only had a superficial understanding of Han Shuhua's ex-husband for so many years, Han Shuhua never talked about it, and he never asked.

This should be something that Han Shuhua and Han Lu are unwilling to touch, just like he himself has been reluctant to mention his past with Amy for a long time.

…… Father.

Father?

Han Lu hadn't heard this word for a long, long time. Rather, the word and the concept left her when she was still very young, and she did not understand what kind of concept was behind the word.

Perhaps for others, the word represents an authority, or a sense of security, or an eternal guardianship, but she cannot understand it.

In her memory, the man had become a vague shadow, a cowardly and selfish bastard, and by the time he left, he would probably have thought he was innocent, driven away by her violent, fierce, unreasonable mother. She didn't know what he thought—and she wasn't going to know what he thought.

A man who hasn't been seen in more than twenty years, and now suddenly returns as a "father", does he expect that she will come out to meet him, chat with him, catch up, tell him that she doesn't hate him, and that everyone has a hard time?

It's ridiculous.

He was always the missing part of her, and the gap had grown into a strong, defensive shape in strange, tough ways as she had grown, and it was by no means a form that could allow anyone to trespass.

However, she put down the notebook she was holding to record the choreographed movements in her hand and stood up directly. The ballpoint pen that was originally placed on the lap fell directly to the ground, and the sound of landing was very soft. Xu Haoyang glanced down at the pen that fell on the ground, and then looked up at Han Lu.

"Okay. Han Lu said. "I'll go see him. ”

She walked out of the ice rink, but then, instead of going straight to the door—she went around and into the bathroom, and at a glance she saw the bucket and mop used by the cleaners to clean the hallway, she took the mop and threw it aside, took a bucket full of water, and strode towards the door with one hand, because the movement was so loud that the splash splashed on the ground.

She should perhaps be thankful to the man for the rare maliciously pleasant pleasure she was doing these things.

He should be pleased with the greeting.

She walked out the door, it was already dark outside, and she could see someone standing in a shadow under the tree, and the figure looked like a very ordinary, middle-aged man who was about to enter old age, and she could not imagine that this person could be related to her by blood.

They stood face to face for about a few tens of seconds at a distance of about one meter, and the man stepped forward as if he wanted to say something to Han Lu, and at that moment, Han Lu threw the bucket of water in his hand in the direction of the man with a strong force—a little embarrassed by excessive force.

They were so far away that the water didn't actually fall on him much, but all poured onto the ground at Han Lu's feet, and even her shoes and pants were splashed with a lot of water.

It was already very cold in December in Beijing, and her hands were full of wet water, and the cold wind blew it, which was even more painful.

"Did you see that?" Han Lu shouted to the other side, "Have you seen enough!"

The person opposite didn't speak, but at this time, Liu Bofei, who was worried that he didn't know what would happen, had already followed, and as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Han Lu who was picking up the plastic bucket that was empty on the ground and hysterically smashing it at the man.

Liu Bofei secretly shouted that it was over, and hurriedly ran over to grab Han Lu from behind and dragged her into the house.

"Didn't you let me out!?" Han Lu shouted at Liu Bofei, "Didn't you let me see him?

"Get in. ”

"Why went in!?"

Han Lu didn't wear a coat when she came out, and she was splashed with cold water again, and now her whole hands are frighteningly cold. Of course, she herself did not know.

"You go in first, okay. Liu Bofei was anxious and annoyed, just when he saw Xu Haoyang also coming out, standing at a distance from them as if he didn't know whether to come over or not. He hurriedly beckoned to Xu Haoyang.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Liu Bofei said, "You hurry up and take her in." ”

Han Lu didn't know how she was pushed indoors by these two men together, she sat on the bench, the indoor heating was turned on so much that her ears and fingertips were red and swollen, and it hurt from jumping and jumping. Wind was poured into the ears again, and the eardrums and temples were in sharp pins and needles.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her chaotic breathing.

Xu Haoyang knew that for Han Lu, the best thing he could do at this time was to put down a glass of water as if he didn't know anything - or simply leave without doing anything, so as to give her some time, and the next day, they would all go back to their usual ways.

Peaceful, stable, and separated by eternal distance.

There is no progress, standing still in the relationship.

He didn't want to go on like this.

So, instead of leaving, he sat next to her.

"Would you like to talk?" he asked.

“……”

"Do you want water?"

"Don't drink it. Han Lu finally said, "Don't talk either." ”

Sure enough, it was refused. Xu Haoyang thought.

So......

"If you get photographed, you're in trouble. ”

He said so.

After a brief moment of silence, Han Lu turned her head to stare at him. The emotion in her eyes was hard to describe, and if she had to say it, it was like a crack in the endless ice, and then a mist slowly rose.

"What?" Han Lu asked.

"If it was photographed just now, someone would have scribbled again. Xu Haoyang said.

"You're just going to say that?"

"Nope. "I just remembered it." ”

"If you want to shoot, let them shoot!" Han Lu shouted, and at the same time stood up directly. She didn't have cups at hand, nothing—if she had, she would have thrown them against the wall, or at Xu Haoyang's face. "It's not enough to just take some kind of ghost pictures, right? Isn't it good to be banned?

After the ban, however, it can be understood and sympathized.

It was something she didn't say.

However, when she withdrew, she was greeted with seemingly endless taunts and attacks.

Why is that.

She couldn't figure it out.

How can things be like this.

It seems that all people can be understood, protected, and accepted unconditionally, but only she, from childhood to adulthood, must become strong to live. Only by becoming stronger, only stronger than anyone else, can she keep her little room for survival and maintain her dignity as a human being. If she fails, she loses all her place.

She'd tried this kind of thing once before.

“…… After the ban?"

"Isn't it still a lot of praise after the ban? Eric hit someone and was banned, isn't everyone praising him?" her voice was already shaking, and the bottom of her eyes and nose were sore. "What did that Korean bastard say? He said something about Duhamel so Eric would do something to him, right? and—" She took a breath, trying to stop talking, but failed. "Just like he said to me the other day. ”

"What?"

Xu Haoyang was stunned at first, and then immediately recalled what Jiang Zhijun said to him in the corridor in Moscow that day, those slanders against Han Lu.

What he didn't know was that when Jiang Zhijun said these words, Han Lu was actually at the corner of the corridor. What Jiang Zhijun said, as well as his silence, she knew.

He didn't say anything about the slander.

Don't say like Eric, he doesn't even express anger and resentment.

It's as if he also tacitly accepted that these words are true.

He realized that things were going really badly.