The standard attire for boys, youths, and men in the club is shirts and trousers. She thought she was tired of seeing him, but she still wanted to take a second look at his current appearance.
Yin Guo silently pointed to the back of his collar, hinting at him.
Lin Yiyang understood and didn't move.
She whispered, "The collar is not folded properly."
"Where?" he asked in a low voice.
…
Yin Guo went around with his left hand and tapped there, this time he touched it.
Lin Yiyang understood the meaning, wrapped his right hand around the back of his neck, pinched the outer edge of the collar with three fingers and slid it to the plastic button of the collar, and the uneven creases disappeared: "Is it okay?"
"Hmm." She tried to understand simply that she was still talking about shirts.
But it was probably an occupational disease. I noticed that there was no belt on the trousers he was wearing, and I wanted to say, or you can go to my brother to borrow one, forget it, and it’s not on the field.
Lin Yiyang stood face to face with her, legs next to each other, and stood for about half a minute before smiling. Turning around, he went to the closet and fished out a black belt from the pile of trousers. It was not as high-end as Meng Xiaodong, and it was bought by Wu Wei during a discount. He has broad shoulders and a thin waist, so the last buttonhole can barely be used, at least the pants won't fall down.
When Yin Guo watched him put the belt on her waist, she was embarrassed to look again, and turned her head to go out.
"Your brother," he confessed, walked out and fastened the front buckle of his belt, "ask me to play two shots. If you want to see it, go and see it," he said, "if you don't want to watch it, wait in the apartment. I'll be back later."
Lin Yiyang finally patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go."
He passed her, picked up the coat that he had thrown on the sofa when he entered the door, opened the door of the apartment, slammed it backhanded, thinking while going down the stairs, should he let that buddy go, or do it for real
This is a question that requires serious consideration.
Anyway, it was a few minutes away and the weather was good. He didn't wear a coat, and he went outside the golf room with his hand in his hand.
Meng Xiaodong found this ball room on the map and waited for him at the door.
Lin Yiyang didn't argue with him too much, and asked for that room. Because Yin Guo has been training, so from the afternoon to the evening, he directly booked the venue. This is Lin Yiyang's private greeting. As soon as he appeared, all the uncles inside greeted him with great enthusiasm, and even said, your little girlfriend really works hard, training day after day.
Meng Xiaodong listened in his ears and glanced at him.
Lin Yiyang pretended he didn't hear anything, closed the door, and pointed to the nine-ball table in front of him: "Play this?"
Meng Xiaodong said, "You should know that unless I change careers or retire, I won't play nine-ball."
It's a sign of his respect for his project.
Lin Yiyang smiled leisurely: "I have never touched the snooker table since I quit the club."
The two exchanged glances, and neither seemed to budge.
Lin Yiyang picked up an orange ball on the table, shook it in his hand, and said, "Wait."
People are out.
Meng Xiaodong leaned against the window and watched the darkening street outside. The few times I came to the game, I stayed in a specific hotel. I was with the club people. The ball room was also reserved. It was relatively large and clean, and it was not noisy. This kind of small ball room, there are a lot of people drinking outside and smoking outside the door, noisy, and there is music, just like when I was a child.
Not long after, Lin Yiyang came back with a cue in his left hand and a cardboard box in his right.
A set of snooker balls is contained in a white-coated cardboard box. There is also only one snooker table here, not many people play, and it is usually empty, and the balls are packed in a cardboard box that used to hold drinks. He dumped all the balls in the carton on the table.
1 white ball, 15 red balls, 6 colored balls, 22 in total.
Afraid of missing something, he pulled it with his hands and counted the balls on the table. Suddenly seeing a table full of red balls, especially on a blue table that does not belong to them, is quite uncomfortable.
Lin Yiyang bent down condescendingly, and placed the balls one by one with his hands: "Nine-ball table, snooker ball, let's each give way."
The nine-ball table is smaller than the snooker table, and the pocket is larger than the snooker table. Meng Xiaodong has never played on such a small table, and Lin Yiyang has not played snooker for more than ten years. It's fair to do so.
Lin Yiyang pointed to the outside, meaning: pick a pole.
He knew that Meng Xiaodong didn't bring his own cue: "Public ones, make do with it."
When he came back, Meng Xiaodong took out a coin from his wallet.
Snooker is different from nine-ball, and there is no advantage in kick-off rights. In the past, when they were on the field, the referee flipped a coin to decide who would kick off first. Lin Yiyang didn't want to toss a coin, and said directly: "The visitor is a guest, you drive."
Because there were points to be scored, he called in an old man who knew snooker to help them calculate the points. The old man didn't come to this golf room many times, and he was not familiar with Lin Yiyang, but he recognized Meng Xiaodong as soon as he entered the door.
Although this country is not keen on snooker, the description of "the top few in the world" is still very attractive. As soon as the temporary referee whispered, all the people in the ball room gathered around and watched the game at the door.
Two people, one in a black shirt and one in a white shirt, both wore trousers.
Lin Yiyang is taller than Meng Xiaodong. Asians look young. In the eyes of middle-aged uncles, they all look like young men in their early twenties.
The first game was Meng Xiaodong's.
Meng Xiaodong has always hit the ball very steadily. He has been famous for his accuracy since he was a child. He has to look at each ball before pocketing it and think a little bit, but he always hits a ball within 25 seconds.
Lin Yiyang was sitting on the billiard chair by the wall when he was playing, looking at the red balls on the table, he was in a trance for a few moments. These are the red balls only in snooker, every time the red balls fall into the pocket , There are familiar pictures flashing through my mind.
He thought that Meng Xiaodong could finish the first round with one shot, so he specially asked for a cup of hot water to warm his stomach.
Unexpectedly, this young master accidentally missed in this unknown small ball room.
"It's you." Meng Xiaodong said.
With a smile on his lips, he put down his cup and got down from the billiard chair, holding the cue in one hand and putting the other in his pocket with a playfulness familiar to Meng Xiaodong. All the balls left: "Want to miss me?"
Meng Xiaodong ignored his teasing.
The man in the black shirt held the cue, circled half of the table, bent down suddenly, and shot down a red ball with force and without any suspense. He straightened up, pointed his index finger at the farthest black ball, and told Meng Xiaodong silently: I'm going to hit that.
Snooker is played differently from nine-ball in that it is based on a scoring system.
You must first shoot down a red ball, and then choose a colored ball to play. Every time the colored ball is put into the bag, it must be taken out and put back in place. Until all 15 red balls on the table are pocketed, the colored balls no longer need to be taken out, and they are pocketed one by one in order.
1 point for a red ball, 2 points for a yellow ball, 3 points for a green ball, 4 points for a brown ball, 5 points for a blue ball, 6 points for a pink ball, and 7 points for a black ball.
To put it simply, if you want to get a high score, you must keep scoring high-value colored balls.
There are also many rules, and points will be deducted for a little carelessness.
…
So at this dusk, a once-in-a-lifetime scene appeared in the ballroom——
Lin Yiyang, who likes to play fastball, stopped quickly, allowing people to see his thinking process. Except for Meng Xiaodong, outsiders don't know what he is thinking. He was recalling what the rules of snooker were and how many points these balls were worth.
Both are masters, and they all entered the game after three rounds.
Lin Yiyang played faster and faster. In the fourth round, he scored a full stroke and won applause and cheers from the room. Some people held beer bottles and shouted "Lin", just to cheer for him.
However, Lin Yiyang just shrugged, pointed to the corner outside and said, "I'll buy a case of beer."
This statement drew even louder cheers.
In the fifth game, it was Meng Xiaodong's turn to kick off.
Lin Yiyang returned to the billiard chair, and the owner's son immediately came over: "Who is he?" the child asked curiously.
"In the past—" Lin Yiyang paused, and said a word slowly, "Brother."
"Professional playing Snow?" The child asked curiously again.
Lin Yiyang nodded.
"The referee said he was in the top five in the world and the prize money was high."
Lin Yiyang is not familiar with the current industry. Jiang Yang used Meng Xiaodong as an example the other day and told him about the current bonus system. So far this season, Meng Xiaodong is temporarily ranked fifth in the world, with a cumulative bonus of more than 600,000 pounds. This annual income is indeed not low.
But that's about it.
If he works harder and finds a few more choices for work, after a few years, it will not be difficult to catch up with Meng Xiaodong, and being with Yin Guo should not be considered shabby.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing: What are you thinking about? Lin Yiyang
He stroked the hair on his forehead with his right hand to make himself more awake, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, handed them to the boss's son, whispered a few words, and asked him to go to the counter to pay for the beer.
The child obediently ran errands, and when he came back, he quietly lay on his shoulder and whispered, "Your girlfriend is outside the door."
Yin Guo
Lin Yiyang took out his mobile phone and found Red Fish.
Lin: Coming
Red Fish: … I told him not to tell you. I want to wait until you finish playing.
Lin: It's over.
Red Fish: So fast? Who's winning
Lin::)
He put his phone on the chair, walked to the pool table, and patted the edge: "Take the ball."
There is no winner or loser in this game.
Meng Xiaodong straightened up: "Can you be more serious?"
Lin Yiyang leaned there, showing no intention of fighting: "Tired."
There is a saying that I don’t bother to say: I came back by train for several hours, and it’s not to play with you.
Seeing that there were three red balls and all the colored balls left on the table, Lin Yiyang picked up the cue and quickly pocketed them one by one. Hit the ball fast, pocket it fast, and move quickly, regardless of the rules of snooker, just put them in one by one and finish the job.
In the end, there were only white and black balls left on the table. Just for fun, he bent down and lightly pressed his chin on the dark brown club. In his sight, there was the figure of Yin Guo, who was looking around behind a bunch of rough old men.
He smiled and hit hard—
The black ball rushed towards the bottom pocket like flying, and dropped into the pocket after a blunt sound.
Meng Xiaodong smiled approvingly as he looked at the white ball that was about to be scored at the mouth of the pocket.
With such a powerful blow, the black ball could easily bounce out, and the white ball could easily fall into the bag, but nothing happened. Without thousands of practice, how can you play so beautifully
Lin Yiyang is still the same person in the past, pursuing the absolute perfection of every shot and every goal.
Yin Guo didn't know who won.
After everyone dispersed, she went to the door and looked at the scoreboard, which had been wiped clean.
Meng Xiaodong wiped his hands clean, raised his wrist, looked at the silver metal watch on his wrist, and asked Yin Guo: "Are you going back with me? The hotel booked by the club?"
"Forget it, it's getting dark," Yin Guo said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Meng Xiaodong agreed: "Take me out."
Usually there is no such request, I wish the whole world would not delay his training, did he take the wrong medicine today
Yin Guo muttered to himself, and went out with Meng Xiaodong.
Just outside waiting for them to end the game, the wind blew for a long time, and after a few minutes of going in, I went out again, and the wind blew in along the neck behind the ears. A dining car was parked on the side of the road, with a row of red, green, green, yellow and yellow sauce bottles on display. With the wind, the food posters pasted on the front of the car were lifted and lifted.
Yellow lights shone on their faces.
"I'll call you a car." She said to her cousin.
"No, I'll go find the subway." Before Meng Xiaodong went to the dining car, he ordered a hot dog first.
Yin Guo waited by the dark brown wooden door, sheltered from the wind, my cousin was really weird today, he could go back to the hotel for dinner, but insisted on buying hot dogs from the dining car on the side of the road. After a while, the person in the dining car handed out a new one.
Meng Xiaodong took the hot dog and returned to Yin Guo.
At the backstage of the game, there was a girl who blocked Lin Yiyang in the locker room, but she managed to get rid of it by herself. I really still remember it vividly. After many years, he and his sister became a couple, which is also fate.
Meng Xiaodong lowered his head, took a bite of the hot dog, and frowned. He doesn't eat spicy food, and for no reason he asked someone to add hot sauce, but he couldn't spit it out in front of his sister, so he swallowed it down.
He swallowed the food in his mouth, and finally said: "You two, are you going to get married?"
Yin Guo thought she heard it wrong, "Huh?"
"He is very nice, but the conditions at home are a bit poor. The main reason is that he has no parents. This is not a problem. If your parents are not happy, I will help you settle it."
Yin Guo was stunned by his cousin hitting straight balls one by one.
He has no parents? No, no, why did you mention your parents
Meng Xiaodong said non-stop: "You work hard and abduct him back to China to get married."
How did you get married?
"Brother, you misunderstood!" Yin Guo hurriedly interrupted, "I'm not that far with him!"
Meng Xiaodong smiled.
Yin Guo was so guilty of being laughed at by her cousin, but it really wasn't that kind of relationship...
Seeing her blushing, Meng Xiaodong stroked her bangs: "We have a long career in this industry. With his strength, it is not a problem to reach the age of forty. He is just twenty-seven years old, which should be the golden age. Lots of opportunities. Yin Guo, try to persuade him to return to China, you don't know..." How talented he is.
Yin Guo wouldn't fully understand Meng Xiaodong's mood.
They all made their mark in China back then, and there were a large number of people who practiced hard and competed together, but now there are not many left. In fact, Meng Xiaodong came here today for another purpose, to try his basic skills. Ten years of practice offstage and one minute on stage, if he slacks off even a little bit, Meng Xiaodong will not escape his eyes.
I am very pleased that Lin Yiyang still loves this sport in his heart and cannot give up.
It's a pity that Lin Yiyang is not competitive.
He is the person who does not pursue winning or losing the most. He will be happy if he wins, and he will lose if he loses. What he pursues more is to play well and play brilliantly. He is the kind of person who can get the best results among the three teenagers. Although the teenage Lin Yiyang has always laughed at himself that the game is purely for money, but when he gets on the court, everyone can see that he is playing beautifully and having fun, no matter how he hits the ball or moves.
That's why it's so difficult, you can't touch him with slogans like "To win the number one in the world".
Meng Xiaodong has always had nothing to do with Lin Yiyang, neither on the field nor in private. He is sincerely praying that a good relationship can change Lin Yiyang. Sincerely.
He rolled up the paper, stopped eating the hot dog in his hand, and repeated: "We must get married."
"Brother!" Yin Guo stamped her feet in embarrassment.
Meng Xiaodong was in a good mood, laughed, found the subway sign, and strode away to the next block.
Yin Guo stopped at the door for a while, recalling his cousin's words.
The phone vibrated suddenly, opened it to see, it was my cousin. The last interaction between the siblings was the red envelope that Meng Xiaodong sent during the Chinese New Year.
M: I thought you would find someone who was more mature, but I didn't expect you to like a pretty boy.
You are the number one kiddo in the circle...
Xiaoguo: We are not together yet, really.
Cousin is not coming back.
"Crack, clack", the slight sound of a lighter being snapped on.
So light, as if falling to the apex of the heart.
Her consciousness floated back, and she returned to the ball room. Lin Yiyang leaned against the door with one hand slanted in his trousers pocket, playing with a lighter and watching her. Judging by his demeanor, he should have been out for a while.
The street at the entrance of the ball room is decorated outdoors. A long walkway was built with rusty scaffolding, and planks hung over the two of them. At this time, it was completely dark, and the wooden planks blocked the street lights, and the yellow light shone on the feet of the two of them.
The words lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say it. It was all about her cousin's talk, and it even involved marriage... She couldn't even look at him directly. She pretended to be leisurely, and began to watch an uncle go to the dining car to buy a hot dog. The yellow mustard bottle was squashed, and spiral circles were formed on the hot dog's sausage.
Lin Yiyang took the trouble and continued to play with the lighter. wait for her.
The uncle in front of the dining car left, and there was no one to look at, so Yin Guo could only look at him again. Lin Yiyang smiled, but still didn't speak.
Yin Guo reluctantly came out from behind the wooden door on the left, went down two steps to the gate of the ball room, stood in front of him, and said a nonchalant gossip: "You... came back earlier today than last week. "
I just arrived in New York at this time last week, and I sent off my cousin after playing this week.
"I want to see you soon." He closed the lid of the lighter.
There was a lot of laughter in the golf room, and those people were drinking high. As night falls, the nightlife begins.
He was staring at himself, and kept staring, and kept staring.
"The lighter is pretty." She continued to talk nonsense.
"It's okay," he said.
"your?"
Lin Yiyang shook his head.
In order to prove his sincerity, Yin Guo simply reached out to ask for it, meaning: Let me have a closer look.
Lin Yiyang handed out the lighter, and the old silver stainless steel casing swayed in the night, and he threw it to his right hand, and with his left hand, he grabbed Yin Guo's hand.
Someone was laughing, it was the son of the golf room owner who turned around and went in as soon as he came out.
Yin Guo's heart was beating in a panic.
On the streets of New York, in the darkness of night, it seemed that everyone was watching him and holding his hand. The restaurant truck owner, the passers-by buying hot dogs, the customers outside the restaurant facing the street, and the people in the golf room... But in fact, no one knows who they are, and no one cares who they are.
Someone was inside, calling "Lin".
She was startled awake and wanted to withdraw.
He promised: "I won't go in, I'm going to take her to eat." Saying so, he didn't move, still leaning against the original position by the door, pulling Yin Guo forward so that she could stand away from her. I got a little closer.
It was so close that no matter who passed by, seeing the two of them, they would not hesitate to believe that this was a pair of lovers who were passionately in love.