nycdaug Chapter 806 Pompom
Chapter 806 Pompom
Lin Mo lived up to expectations and formed a well-equipped and well-trained new army in a short period of time. In the following battles, the Song army defeated the Liao army with advanced weapons and tactics and recovered the lost territory. Lin Mo became a national hero and was promoted by the emperor. He was in great glory for a while. But Lin Mo was not blinded by the honor. He knew that it was not easy to gain a foothold in ancient times and understood his responsibilities. He actively promoted scientific knowledge in the court, established schools to cultivate talents, introduced modern management concepts, and rectified the administration of officials. Although his series of measures were opposed by many conservative forces, they also won the support of more and more knowledgeable people. Time flies, and Lin Mo has spent decades in ancient times. He witnessed the prosperity of the country and experienced the cruelty of power struggles. He always missed modern life and relatives, but gradually regarded this era as his second home. With his efforts, the science and technology, culture, and military of the Northern Song Dynasty have been greatly developed, and his name has also been recorded in history and has become a legendary figure praised through the ages. In his twilight years, Lin Mo stood on the city wall, looking at the prosperous streets and the people living and working in peace and contentment, with a gratified smile on his face. He knew that although he had experienced hardships and obstacles in this life, he had not let down his knowledge and ambitions.
Light on the snow trail
"Look! It's rime!" Lin Xiaoman's exclamation pierced through the howling north wind. The bus slowly climbed up the winding mountain road. Outside the window, the entire valley was shrouded in snow and fog. Ice crystals condensed on the branches of the pine trees, like a cream cake sprinkled with icing. She pressed her face against the window, and the white mist she exhaled spread on the glass, blurring the looming ski resort buildings in the distance. Chen Yang leaned over from the back seat, and the cuffs of his down jacket rubbed against the ends of her hair: "Do you dare to challenge the advanced trail later?" He deliberately lowered his voice, and the hot breath he exhaled was as cool as mint candy. When Lin Xiaoman turned her head, she saw the light of excitement dancing in his eyes. She suddenly remembered that in last year's skiing class, this senior from the physical education department half coaxed and half encouraged her to ski from the beginner trail all the way to the intermediate trail. "Let's talk about it after we pass the cable car first." Su Qing, who was sitting next to her, interrupted, her fingertips nervously pulling the pompom of her woolen hat. This girl from the art department is most afraid of heights, and her face is paler than the snow outside the car window. Lin Xiaoman reached out and held her cold hand, and found that she had a hot pack stuffed in her glove. When the bus stopped at the parking lot of the ski resort, fine snow particles were floating in the sky. A group of people dragged their snowboards towards the service hall. Lin Xiaoman looked up at the pine branches bent by the snow, and was suddenly choked by the cold wind blowing in her face and started coughing. Chen Yang handed her hot cocoa, and the water droplets on the wall of the cup wet the edge of her scarf: "I told you that you are wearing too thin." When renting equipment, Lin Xiaoman fastened the helmet strap in front of the mirror. The cold touch of the metal buckle reminded her of the first time she skated as a child. Her father also helped her fasten the protective gear in the same way, saying: "Don't be afraid, if you fall and get hurt, your father will catch you." But since her father left, she has never touched any ice and snow sports again until she joined the school ski club last year. "What are you standing there for?" Chen Yang's voice came from behind. He had already changed into his ski suit, and his black goggles were pushed up to the top of his head, revealing the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead. "Let's go to the beginner's trail to warm up first." The beginner's trail was crowded with beginners, and the screams and laughter mixed with the friction of the snowboards. Lin Xiaoman slowly slid down the slope holding the guardrail, feeling her legs still shaking. Su Qing moved carefully behind her, like a clumsy penguin. Suddenly, an out-of-control child rushed over from the side. Lin Xiaoman subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, but lost her balance and fell backwards. The expected pain did not come, and her lower back hit a warm "wall" - Chen Yang had slid behind her at some point and held her steadily. "You've made great progress. You know how to protect yourself by falling sideways." Chen Yang's voice was full of smiles, and the hot air sprayed behind her ears. Lin Xiaoman struggled to stand up and found that her ski poles had been thrown away somewhere. Chen Yang had bent down to pick it up, and the tip of the metal pole drew tiny sparks on the snow. The midday sun penetrated the clouds, and the ski resort became bright. While the four of them were having a light meal in the rest area, Lin Xiaoman looked at the silvery advanced trail in the distance, where the slope of the snow trail was almost vertical, and skiers swooped down like black meteors. Chen Yang followed her gaze, and a familiar arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Do you want to try it? I'll go with you." "I'll go too!" Su Qing suddenly said, with the courage to burn her boats in her voice, "We can't always go around on the beginner trail." She looked at Lin Xiaoman with encouragement in her eyes, "Didn't you say that the best way to overcome fear is to face it head-on?" The cable car slowly rose, and Lin Xiaoman could clearly see the footprints he left on the snow, like a string of crooked ellipsis. Su Qing held the handrail tightly, her face pale but pretending to be calm. Chen Yang sat next to her, telling jokes from time to time. When the cable car passed the highest point, Lin Xiaoman suddenly felt dizzy, and her father's voice seemed to ring in her ears: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoman, be brave." The wind at the top of the advanced road was more fierce than expected, and the snow powder was blown all over the sky. Lin Xiaoman took a deep breath and fastened her skis, but found that her knees were shaking uncontrollably. Chen Yang slid to her side, his eyes behind the goggles as bright as stars: "Remember the key points of the action, lower your center of gravity, and use the board edge to cut the snow when turning. I'll lead the way in front, and you follow my track." The slide was smooth at the beginning. Lin Xiaoman focused on controlling the snowboard and listened to the rustling sound of the snow blade cutting through the snow. But at a sharp turn, she suddenly found a broken pine branch across the snow trail. In a panic, she tried to brake suddenly, but the snowboard slipped and turned sideways. As her body rolled down, Lin Xiaoman heard her violent heartbeat and Chen Yang's anxious shouts. After an unknown amount of time, she finally stopped at the bottom of the snow slope. Her left shoulder was burning with pain, her helmet tilted to one side, and everything in front of her eyes was white. Until she heard hurried footsteps, Chen Yang half-knelt beside her, his face full of worry: "Where are you hurt? Can you stand up?" His gloves were soaked with snow and water, and he carefully helped her up. After checking, it was found that it was only a minor sprain, and Lin Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief. But Chen Yang refused to let her ski again and insisted on taking her back to the rest area. When Su Qing and another teammate arrived, they were still holding her lost ski poles in their hands. "You scared me to death!" Su Qing hugged her tightly, and the snow in her hair rubbed against her face, "I will never be so stubborn again."
As the sun sets, Lin Xiaoman sits on a bench in the rest area, watching the number of people on the ski slopes gradually decrease. Chen Yang brings ginger tea, and in the steam, he says, "Actually, I also fell badly the first time I skied on the advanced slopes."