Wedges are heavy lovers of sweets
In August, it was the height of summer.
The Capital International Airport is full of people coming and going. Two young men in sports team uniforms were dragging their luggage through the hall, attracting the attention of some passengers.
"Is that Jiang Shangliang of the fencing team? Real people look better than photos. ā
"Ah, he seems to be smiling at us."
"I watched yesterday's quarter-finals and it was a shame that we lost to Hungary by one point."
"Is it Zhou Huaiheng from their team standing next to him?"
"It's cold, it's scary...... However, how can the legs be so long. ā
"It is said that his legs are one and a half meters long."
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The surrounding discussions were not loud, but they all fell into the ears of Jiang Shangliang, who had excellent hearing, word for word.
Jiang Shangliang lifted his glasses, and smiled at the corner of his lips: "Zhou Huaiheng, others can see your essence clearly from your appearance, two words, terrible." ā
Zhou Huaiheng ignored him and took out a thin coat from the suitcase.
"Wouldn't it? In the summer, you still have to wear a coat? Jiang Shangliang was speechless.
Zhou Huaiheng said lightly with an expressionless face: "The air conditioner is a little cold. ā
"I think you're disheartened."
"I'm not that vulnerable." Zhou Huaiheng put on his coat, pulled up the zipper, and the two big words "China" in front of the team uniform were covered by the coat, "I'll go to the bathroom." ā
As soon as he finished speaking, the man had already left without looking back.
Jiang Shangliang shook his head, sat down on the bench in the lounge, and muttered, "Die." ā
His fists tightened, the muscles of his face trembled slightly, and Jiang Shangliang felt that his eyes were a little moist. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and the smile on his face completely faded, replaced by unwillingness and grief: "I'm also unwilling." ā
Ten years of work off the stage, one minute on stage. It's frustrating to put in all the hard work and sweat and not get a satisfactory result in the end, even though the opponents are certainly trying hard with their immeasurable training intensity.
Last night, Senior Brother Chen Shen specially called across the ocean to comfort them: "Don't be discouraged, you are still young, and in four years, we will fight again in Tokyo, Japan." ā
Yes, with perseverance, there will be many opportunities.
In the bathroom, the sound of water rattling.
Zhou Huaiheng washed his face and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally sobered up.
In the past two nights, he didn't sleep well, and his mind kept coming up with the duel with Chaslow in the top 32 game, and those mistakes seemed to be slowed down, and he could clearly dodge the opponent's sword, but he couldn't dodge, and he could clearly get into the loophole to attack, but he didn't grasp the opportunity.
Turn off the faucet and look at yourself in the mirror.
The face of a lost dog.
Zhou Huaiheng hooked the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, reached out and wanted to pull out a paper towel to dry his face, but found that the paper towel in the bathroom ran out.
"Things are not going well." Zhou Huaiheng angrily slammed the sink, wiped his face with his hands, opened the door and walked out.
A slender figure suddenly crashed into his arms. There is a faint and good smell.
āā¦ā¦ Excuse me! The person in his arms was startled, and the movement quickly bounced away a meter away.
With a melon seed face and big eyes, she is a good-looking girl.
But......
Zhou Huaiheng pointed to the bathroom behind him, and said expressionlessly: "This is the men's toilet." ā
"I'm ......" The girl squinted slightly, as if trying to see something, and after a while, her face turned red suddenly, "IāI'm going to the men's bathroom!" ā
After saying this, the girl wanted to die. Sooner or later, this dead duck's hard-mouthed character will kill her.
"......" Zhou Huaiheng was stunned, and his gaze lingered on the girl for two seconds, "Oh." ā
It was also the first time he had met a transgender person. Zhou Huaiheng was a little emotional.
Zhou Huaiheng was about to bypass the girl and leave, but the girl called out to him: "The water on your face ......"
The girl rummaged through her bag and handed him a pack of tissues.
"No need." Zhou Huaiheng had no intention of picking up.
"Give it to you, and you'll take it, twist and twist." Without saying a word, the girl shoved the tissue into his hand.
Zhou Huaiheng gave up struggling: "Thank you." ā
"You're welcome."
Zhou Huaiheng walked back, opened the paper towel, and found that in addition to the paper towel, there was a piece of chewing gum stuffed into the small bag.
Unwrap the tin foil and hold the gum in your mouth, the faint mint flavor of the gum mixed with sweetness rippling between your lips and teeth.
"Ready to go," Jiang Shangliang, who received the driver's call, looked up at Zhou Huaiheng, "Just went to buy food?" ā
"Chewing gum from someone else."
Jiang Shangliang hated iron and steel: "...... You're a heavy lover of sweets, are you a three-year-old? When someone gives you candy, you eat it? ā
"It's not your sugar, you talk a lot." Zhou Huaiheng frowned.
"Okay, okay," Jiang Shangliang dragged his suitcase, "I won't say anything, let's go." ā
When he walked out of the gate, Zhou Huaiheng glanced back at the crowd of people rushing to and fro in the airport.
The next time I come back, it will be a new journey.