Bai Chuan Canghe heard a faint knock on the door, originally didn't want to get up, the decadence and frustration of the past few days made him distraught and drove away Liang Jinping and Coach Wang, who often came to visit him, just wanted to let himself stay in the endless darkness and breathe quietly.

I don't even want to breathe.

What's the point of such a life? I have completely lost the direction of my goal to move forward, and I can't let the person I love the most see what it looks like to achieve my dreams.

Sometimes I even think that it would be nice if I wasn't Shirakawa Canghe, I could be anyone, as long as I wasn't Shirakawa Canghe.

After the sound of a small knock on the door, there was another flurry of panicked footsteps, Shirakawa Canghe opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in the dark, the footsteps gradually became smaller, until they disappeared into the distance and could not be heard.

It's not like Coach Wang and Liang Jinping.

Who's outside the door?

He groped his way to his feet in the dark, stood beside the bedside and calmed down for a moment, trying to restrain the dizziness that was swirling in his brain, and after a while, he walked barefoot towards the door.

Before his hand touched the doorknob, he felt a few pieces of paper under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that there were several scattered pieces of paper, and there seemed to be something written on them.

He held the cold doorknob and turned it slightly, the door was empty, the air was full of cold and cold smell, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look into the distance, only to see a wobbling ponytail flashing around the corner.

Which fan knows the location of his ward? Bai Chuan Canghe was puzzled in his heart, and then locked up and returned to the ward.

This is not a good thing, at the moment he resists everyone who wants to get close to him, if any fan knows that he lives here, then soon netizens watching the excitement on the Internet will know the news.

The thought of facing countless fans, journalists, and blinding flashing lights, the things he was most familiar with and most accustomed to, suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

He leaned against the door, staring at the paper scattered under his feet, but he didn't dare bend down to pick it up.

Abusive letters, boycott letters, threatening letters, these are all possible......

In the end, I am still curious.

After a long time, he slowly crouched down, picked up the messy paper on the ground, and carefully discerned what was written on it by the faint light that came in through the cracks in the curtains.

Even if it is the disappointment and abuse of fans, with him now, what can he not bear? What else is this heart afraid of?

He sneered to himself, laughing at his cowardice and cowardice, his knobby fingers gently spreading the folded paper.

It turned out to be, a cartoon.

More precisely, a set of comics.

Shirakawa Canghe's expression, from the initial worry and fear, to doubt, as his hands quickly flipped, there was a sound of squirming paper, so that the messy paper returned to its original appearance little by little, and a complete story was pieced together.

Bai Chuan Canghe's expression finally froze......

Relief.

That's right, relief.

In the comics, with storyboards, he slowly told the story of a little boy who learned figure skating, this story is actually dirty, but the little boy's fleshy face is drawn, which makes him inexplicably have a liking.

The little boy went from clumsily practicing alone at the beginning, to being helpless when he was injured halfway, to persevering in practice despite the pain, and finally ending up with a medal bigger than his head around his neck, standing on the podium and smiling happily.

The author of the comic, for whom he drew a whole ice surface of drawing paper.

On the last page of the comic, next to the little boy's waving hands, there are two lines of small print.

"If you can't practice on the ice at the moment, imagine the child in the painting, it's you!"

"Those who have the courage to stand up to the darkness will eventually become heroes."

The small words, at first glance, came from the hand of a handsome girl, and the ponytail that had just swayed flashed in front of his eyes.

It's that girl!

Bai Chuan Canghe was silent for a long time, and suddenly, in the dark and silent ward, there was a low laughter, and the laughter slowly changed from small to loud, and finally turned into a hearty laugh.

He would never have thought that someone would stuff a stack of cartoons into the ward to encourage him at this time.

Although it is just a simple pencil comic, the lines are all black and white, without any color rendering, but it is like a warm light, shining on Shirakawa Canghe's heart.

He gently wiped the corners of his eyes from the corners of his eyes, and shook his head with a smile.

However, the girl underestimated him a little, he was not as clumsy as the little boy in the painting.

At that time, he was the only teenager in the training team who could do Axel's three-and-a-half-week jump, and he was also handy at the Bellman spin that his friends couldn't do.

No matter how difficult the action is, as long as you watch it twice, Shirakawa Canghe can imitate it and gradually become his trum card.

He's a figure skating genius! Shirakawa Canghe couldn't help but be a little arrogant.

However, the little boy training alone in the dark in this painting looks exactly the same as himself back then.

used to be yourself, the world is also dark, only lonely yourself.

The memory was accompanied by a loud "bang", and Shirakawa Canghe seemed to have returned to the dilapidated home fifteen years ago.

The basement of more than ten square meters is cold and damp, with a musty smell.

Seven-year-old Shirakawa Canghe sat with his back straight and not far from the door.

In this cramped and limited space, my mother made a corner and made him a desk table out of a few torn cardboard boxes.

"We in Shirakawa also want to have our own writing desks like other children."

A few rats in the corner of the house were frightened by the loud noise and fled in all directions, and one ran by the feet of Shirakawa Canghe in a panic.

"Shirakawa, bring me wine!"

It's Daddy.

Dad, who has been soaked in alcohol all the year round, his lips are dark and blue, the foam from his mouth is full of unpleasant smell, his eyelids are swollen and swollen, his face seems to be covered with a layer of fog, and there are scars left by falling after being drunk, which is hideous and terrifying.

Bai Chuan Canghe has long been accustomed to the way he goes home, and the dangling wooden door of the house has been kicked out of a huge hole by him, and the biting cold will pour into the house every winter.

"You Lao Tzu is talking to you! Pretend to be deaf, right? Drunken Dad kicked over the desk in front of him, and stationery and textbooks were scattered all over the ground.

Shirakawa Canghe raised his head at this time, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"What are you staring at!" Dad was a little stunned by him, and raised his leg to make up for it.

"You little bastard! How did I give birth to such a little bastard as you! Let you bring wine to Lao Tzu! ”

Immediately, there was a loud slap, and Bai Chuan Canghe's fair face instantly turned blood-red, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth.

"Stop fighting! Stop it! When the mother who had just returned home saw the scene in front of her, she immediately pounced and protected Shirakawa Canghe with her thin and dry back.

"Fuck off! Get out of here! ”

The red-eyed father kicked his mother's waist, and Shirakawa Canghe heard the muffled snort of his mother's teeth in his ears.

"Which wild man did you spawn this little bastard! Lao Tzu provided him with food and drink, and now his wings are hard, and he dares to take Lao Tzu's words as a deaf ear! ”

Mom just hugged Baichuan Canghe like this, silently crying and listening to these unwarranted curses.

Hearing that his mother was insulted, Shirakawa Canghe's calm eyes were instantly turbulent, he hated!

"Ahh

He roared angrily and rushed at his father and slammed him on the stomach, but he was still a seven-year-old child, how could he compete with a middle-aged man in the prime of life!

Dad didn't move, he was ejected himself for a long time.

Seeing that he dared to fight back, his father slapped him with his backhand again, and Bai Chuan Canghe felt that the stars were flashing in the sky, and he fell headlong on the bed.

"Where's the money? What about the family's money? He screamed as he rummaged through the cupboards and under his pillows.

"What's the money! Have you ever earned a penny? Mom rushed up to check on Baichuan Canghe's situation, and there was no reaction to her father's rummaging, and her voice was full of sadness.

The family's internal and external expenses are all barely surviving on their meager income at the city skating training gym.

"I'm going to be a millionaire right away, no." He shook his dazed head vigorously, "It's a billionaire!" ”

He pointed to the ceiling with a dirty finger, "Is this place worthy of my identity?" ”

Seeing that he hadn't found a penny at home, he smashed the things at home again, and the jingling sound was deafening.

There are still decades to endure in this kind of life.

Since he was a child, Shirakawa Canghe has never slept peacefully, he is always worried that his drunken father will break into the door and beat his mother violently.

You should also always be on the lookout for your father, who is carried away by alcohol, and steals the money that her mother has hidden to buy alcohol.

He was disillusioned with such a life. He also tried to commit suicide, and his eyes were glazed to see the blood gushing out of his wrists.

I haven't done anything wrong, I'm trying to live every day, why is life so hard.

His mother's heart-rending cry woke him up from his coma.

"Shirakawa, mom can't live without you!"

Since then, he has never looked for death, even if life is difficult, he has to live desperately for his mother.

"Shirakawa, don't do your homework at home in the future, go to the training gym with your mother." Mom stroked Shirakawa Canghe's red and swollen cheeks with her rough hands, and gently wiped away the blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

"There's a utility room in the innermost part of the men's bathroom, and you're right there."

Since then, after school, Shirakawa Canghe will sneak in at the back door of the training hall and quietly hide in the utility room in the men's toilet.

Although the staff there were very kind to his mother, he still didn't want others to see him and cause her less trouble.

The utility room was cleaned up by my mother, and as always, I gave him a desk.

If his mother is busy, he will help his mother clean up the ice rink after finishing his homework.

Sometimes, he would crouch behind the pillars and secretly watch the children playing in the ice rink with envy.

It turns out that not everyone's childhood is so painful.

But he was the only one, and he was always alone.

He has low self-esteem, is sensitive, fearful of life, and never wants to talk to people.

As soon as there is a slight fluctuation in his emotions, he will have palpitations and difficulty breathing.

He just wanted to hide in the dark all the time and not be seen by anyone.

Like a little mouse hiding in a dark corner.

It was also at that time that he met her.

The person he can't forget in his life, the person who needs to run and chase with his whole life.