到现在,李佳军也不清楚为啥当年父亲让他学滑冰。父亲那时是长春第一汽车厂的工人,平时喜欢收看,谈论体育节目。一汽是个大企业,有自已的少年宫业余体校,乒乓球、羽毛球、体操都有,但父亲偏偏把他送进了滑冰班。或许,冥冥中自有天意?又或许,当年的父亲压根什么都不想,后来的一切只不过是李佳军自己误打误擅撞? 那是1984年,李佳军还不到9岁。滑冰的快乐,挨捧的疼痛,被老师训的沮丧,以及父子俩在冰场与家之间来来回回路上的那些谈话,都已存记忆中融为模糊的一片。 有一个场景在脑海里十分清晰。那是冬季的一天,天气奇冷,别的家长都没来,冰场外只有父亲一人,踏着碎步,来回地跺脚。 Up to now, Li Jiajun is not clear why his father let him learn to skate. My father was the first car factory in Changchun workers, usually like to watch, talk about sports. FAW is a large enterprise with its own amateur school for teenagers’ palace, table tennis, badminton and gymnastics, but his father sent him to the skating class. Perhaps, somewhere in heaven, and perhaps, when the father did not want anything, then everything is just Li Jiajun himself mistakenly hit the wrong? That is 1984, Li Jiajun less than 9 years old. The joy of skating, the pain of holding, the frustration of being instructed by the teacher, and the conversation between the father and son on the way back and forth between the ice rink and their home, have been blurred in memory. There is a scene in my mind is very clear. It was a winter day, cold weather, other parents did not come, only one father outside the ice rink, marching step by step, stomping back and forth.