In the face of Gu Qingrong's sudden escape, he felt afraid and flustered.
She did not expect that Gu Qingrong's illness had been committed in advance in such an important match.
On the way to find Gu Qingrong, she thought a lot.
The main thing is that no one can know about his illness, absolutely not.
Zeng passed and ran out directly from the audience and looked around alone.
When looking for it, a group of people ran past her side one after another, shouting Gu Qingrong's name in her mouth, all looking anxious.
At this time, the person in charge of the competition who had exchanged telephone numbers with Zeng passed suddenly ran in front of her.
Xu saw her, suddenly stopped and folded back.
"Have you passed your classmates?" He asked, "Are you also here to see Gu Qingrong?"
"..." I didn't know how to answer for a while.
He didn't stay in front of her for too long, but told her, "If you find Gu Qingrong, remember to call us the first time."
Words fell, turned and ran away, followed the team to find Gu Qingrong.
I didn't expect that the last sentence of the person in charge became her most difficult choice today.
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Gu Qingrong was found by the trash can at the door of the men's bathroom.
At that time, he was hiding behind three or four large garbage cans, followed by a stinking ditch with corrosion and mosquitoes and flies flying all over the sky.
The garbage in the trash can is full, which can completely cover up the half-squatting height of an adult man, and it is filled with a rotting smell.
There were also bursts of peculiar smell in the bathroom next to it, probably because during the competition and the men's bathroom, there were not many men entering and leaving the bathroom here.
Gu Qingrong squatted there, his helmet had been taken off and put aside, his hands tucked in his knees, and his face was tightly buried in his knees, like a kitten who had been hurt and shivered into a corner that he thought was safe.
Fear, fear, worry and defeat tightened him up.
Zeng passed carefully to the ground, slowly squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand to touch him, only to find that his whole body trembled badly.
The hand stretched out in mid-air, so forcefully frozen in situ.
Is he... Crying?
His knees covered his fragility at this time, the helmet beside him was pitifully put aside, and his face was completely covered. It seemed that only in this way could his tears not be seen by anyone, and the swelling of his face caused by his illness not be seen by the sky.
At that time, she could only withdraw her hand silently and did not know how to comfort him.
He is an unruly teenager who likes to soar freely on the ice rink. Pride, strength and self-confidence are his labels all the time.
But when the accident comes and the disease suddenly strikes, he can only be like a coward, retracting all his fragility, unbearable and depression into his shell.
Don't let anyone