This is her first time riding a train with him.
Drive through Philadelphia.
Time is running out and it will always be New York.
Yin Guo was looking out the window at first, and when the car stopped briefly to pick up passengers, she turned her head and looked at the man beside her.
Lin Yiyang has been driving Google Maps on his mobile phone, where he has passed, how many kilometers are left, and how long it will take to drive... The data is updated in real time, and he doesn't know what he is doing with this idle time.
"What do you want to say?" He caught her gaze.
I wasted a lot last night, and then slept after explaining, my throat was useless again, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, it was very sandy.
She found that he began to see through his own mind.
She whispered into Lin Yiyang's ear, "You look good with a beard."
He doesn't show his age at all, he's still ruffian, his sense of youth has not diminished, and he is covered with a layer of vicissitudes, which is what he looks like now.
Lin Yiyang sat on her left side, stretched out his left hand, and touched her right cheek. Such a movement seemed to hug her in front of him. However, he has always disliked watching people make intimate actions in public, and he himself does not.
It was just touching his face and ears.
The man's fingertips are rough after all, passing under her chin, there is a slight friction feeling: "Really?"
Lin Yiyang lowered his pitch-black eyes with a clear focus, and he didn't shy away from what he was looking at.
"A blue one?" he asked.
Yin Guo was at a loss, remembering that the underwear he changed into today was blue, touched his shoulder, and sure enough the shoulder straps were exposed.
"Can you be a little more rascal?" she whispered, pulling up her collar.
He smiled, pinched her face, and whispered, "You will know next time."
next time. Naturally, it refers to next week, the day when the two will meet again.
Sure enough, after sleeping in the same bed and spending the night together, the content of the conversation began to shift.
Always go there.
She took out a book from her schoolbag, flipped through it, and looked at the rows of small black prints in front of her. Actually thinking about yesterday.
When he came back after washing his hands, he wanted to have a deep intimacy with her, but in the end Yin Guo didn't let him do anything except kiss. Lin Yiyang was even more trustworthy last night, and promised to let her sleep peacefully, so he slept with his back to her all night without turning over.
According to everyone's description of Lin Yiyang, he is an unruly man, but he really never chased and beat her in bed.
She is not happy, he forgets.
Yin Guo turned a page of the book, who knew what the previous page was about, but he was just using the action of turning the page to show that he was reading.
Lin Yiyang also leaned there, flipped through his phone, picked out a few important messages, and replied first.
"Are you coming to see me play?" She remembered this.
Lin Yiyang was unexpectedly speechless, and after a while he said, "We'll see when the time comes, maybe we won't be able to catch up."
Yin Guo thought about it, and he was right, he was so busy.
They arrived at the train station at two o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Yiyang sent Yin Guo back by train, and he went back alone. Of course, taking the bus is more economical and convenient.
But he didn't intend to tell the truth to Yin Guo, so he found an excuse so that he wouldn't look weird when he left the train station for a while: "My classmate is nearby, and he wants me to bring something back. It can take another ten minutes."
Ten minutes, where can I go
They could only find a corner in the train station hall where there were benches to sit on. Yinguo people are very thin and cannot sit for a long time, otherwise the bones in the thighs and buttocks will hurt, and the journey back will be exhausting.
So she stood and Lin Yiyang sat.
The two held hands, and she dangled her arms. Looking at the nebula map on the ceiling of the train station, she recognized a few familiar faces.
"Are there constellations on it?"
"Yes." He didn't need to look up to know that he had been to this train station too many times.
"What month were you born in, and what constellation?" She asked, feeling guilty for a second. The two of them are so close that she doesn't even know his birthday. At the beginning when I looked at the ID card, I only paid attention to the year, not the date, but Lin Yiyang was very clear about her information.
"212, Water Bottle," he said.
February 12
"Then we already know each other," she said, arriving in New York at the end of January. "What was I doing that day?"
Yin Guo took out the phone and wanted to see the chat history: "What did we talk about that day?"
The distance is so far away that the memory is completely blurred.
"We didn't talk about anything," Lin Yiyang said, "It should be said that we didn't talk about anything before we met."
"We met again?" I don't remember at all.
Lin Yiyang smiled, raised her chin, and asked her to look through the records by herself.
Still selling it
She flipped through her phone and finally found it.
It turned out to be that day.
It was the day I ate ramen. When she came back from Washington, she decided that Lin Yiyang had a problem with her, and the two had no communication for ten days. The WeChat records started after Lin Yiyang sent her back to the hotel in Queens.
It's all little conversations about whether the watch scratches your ear or whether chicken-based ramen tastes better than pork.
"That day turned out to be your birthday," she looked up in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Didn't I invite you to eat noodles?" He asked with a smile.
At first, I just wanted to invite her to drink coffee, but I didn't expect to meet her in Flushing.
A twenty-seven-year-old man who has been wandering for many years and doesn't know much about celebrating birthdays. His friends around him are a bunch of rough old men. If he doesn't say hello, no one can remember the exact date of birth. Lin Yiyang didn't celebrate his birthday since he was a child, of course Wu Wei wouldn't remember it, so the two people who ate noodles with him that night didn't understand what day it was and what they were celebrating.
"Then you came to me for coffee, Meng Xiaotian and me, because of your birthday?"
"By coincidence," he said.
The words seem to be true but not true, and seem false but not false.
It's not a coincidence.
He is deliberately doing one thing, or even more than one thing, all by himself, without telling anyone.
I don’t inform everyone about my birthday, but I still invite my friends to eat noodles, have a drink, and chat happily... Yin Guo looked at him, never feeling so sorry for someone, and didn’t feel that he was cheating on him How romantic is a bowl of noodles, but what comes to mind is, why is this person so pitiful that he doesn't celebrate his birthday
At a loss for what to do with this emotion, she lightly kicked the edge of his sneakers: "Why didn't you tell me?"
He was funny: "On the subway that day, you still said 'my name is Yin Guo'. Do you think that, based on our relationship that day, I told you that you were sick?"
That's right.
But my heart is very uncomfortable.
Lin Yiyang raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was time to go.
He held her hand, patted the back of her hand, and wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say. If you want to say something, you can use WeChat to say it at any time.
She was still immersed in the guilt of not celebrating his birthday: "Going?"
He nods.
"It's here, tell me."
He squeezed her hand tightly as an answer.
Lin Yiyang stood up from the bench, his waist suddenly tightened. Yin Guo took the initiative to put his hand inside his coat and hugged him. She smelled the mixed smell of him, it was the dusty smell after a long journey, it was really bad, and she probably felt the same way about herself.
She heard his heartbeat, wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Lin Yiyang sensed that she had something to say, so he lowered his head, accommodating her height.
Yin Guo felt that he was patting her on the back, she raised her head, looked at his close eyes and high nose bridge, and said as soon as her brain got hot: "Next time... let's try."
Lin Yiyang had an illusion at this moment, and he returned to the room in the Washington Hotel in the morning. Yin Guo got out of the quilt in a daze, trying to pass over him, completely unaware that the arc of her bending made the neckline open to infinity, he looked at the whiteness of her chest, supported her waist, let She stepped over her body and stepped on the carpet with her bare feet...
"Why don't you talk?" Yin Guo stepped on his sneakers, but it was useless.
Lin Yiyang smiled, but still didn't speak.
Instead, he squeezed her waist heavily: "Okay."
…
Pain is secondary, this position, and this gesture are too suggestive. No, it was she who wanted to say it on her own initiative, but he made it look like he was teasing by his response.
Yin Guo wanted to avoid his hand, but Lin Yiyang hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You don't want me to sleep well this week?" There was a smile in the voice.
Yin Guo buried her face in his chest and fell silent.
The trouble caused by the hothead... How to deal with the aftermath will be discussed next week.
I just want to hold him now.
The two hugged for half a minute in front of the bench next to the wall. Lin Yiyang sent Yin Guo out of the station and put him in the car he had appointed.
He was on the side of the road, patiently watching the car carrying Yin Guo turn into the next intersection and disappeared, then turned around by himself, looking for the bus stop back, he remembered that it was downstairs of a nearby commercial building.
He didn't arrive at Washington's ball room until nine o'clock in the evening.
Sun Zhou, who was collecting the bill at the front desk, was going home to celebrate his wedding anniversary with his wife, so instead of going home, he came here directly to help.
"Here is the key. There is a box of vegetable salad in the refrigerator. I didn't have time to eat it at noon. There are slices of bread and apples left." Sun Zhou confessed, fearing that he, the boss, would starve to death.
Lin Yiyang sat on a high stool outside the counter.
Seeing that Sun Zhou wanted to talk more nonsense, he waved his hand and pointed to his throat.
It means stop talking nonsense and hurry up to coax your wife. As for Lin Yiyang himself, he is really incapable of talking anymore.
"Isn't it all right? I saw you can talk yesterday." Sun Zhou lay down on the counter with concern and glanced at him.
Lin Yiyang didn't bother to explain to him that last night, in order to give Yin Guo a tour guide and explain the attractions in Washington DC, he made his voice like this: "Tired."
He shook his head again, refusing to speak any more.
Sun Zhou didn't know that he went back and forth to New York today, and spent more than nine hours on the road. Looking at Lin Yiyang's exhaustion, he thought that Lin Yiyang and his girlfriend were tossing too hard.
The other party smiled ambiguously, and patted him on the back: "Sister-in-law, you have worked hard. I will accompany you for these two days."
Lin Yiyang heard the color in his words, and glanced at Sun Zhou.
Sun Zhou also wanted to ask him about his career after graduation.
Originally, the Xinhua News Agency where Lin Yiyang planned to go was in Washington, so he could be distracted from taking care of the ballroom after work. But this week, Lin Yiyang received another offer from Duke. Duke is not here in DC. If Lin Yiyang wants to study for a Ph. D., he must ask for help from one more person in the ball room.
But seeing Lin Yiyang's state tonight, Sun Zhou gave up and decided to chat tomorrow.
Before Sun Zhou left, he explained one last thing about the ball room: "One last thing, listen, don't talk. They have already left today, and they went to New York together."
Lin Yiyang never goes to the arena or watches games. Everyone knows this habit.
So Sun Zhou just told him that the players in the ball room who participated in the Open had already left.
Lin Yiyang made an OK gesture and waved his hand outward.
It means: hurry home and serve your wife.
He sent Sun Zhou away, closed and locked the iron door between the ball room and the elevator door.
Opening the refrigerator, he took out the vegetable salad, poured it on a plate, and poured all the fruit on it. After washing a fork, he sat on the counter and ate slowly. After taking two bites, I felt hot and took off my coat again.
A notification sound, it is WeChat.
The phone was in his coat pocket, and he pulled it to his front by his sleeve, and took out the phone.
Red Fish: Training is over~
Red Fish: I found it very useful to watch you walk through yesterday and this morning. Now that I look at the game data of these local players, I seem to understand it better. their train of thought.
Lin: As long as it works.
Red Fish: Student Lin, why is there such a big difference between you on WeChat and face-to-face
Lin Yiyang smiled.
Type back to her slowly.
Lin: Is there
Red Fish: Of course, if I show the WeChat chat records to outsiders, I will definitely think that I am chasing you.
Lin: Really
Red Fish: Are you busy? So little typing
It's just due to inertia, he really doesn't like chat tools.
Lin: I'm in the ballroom, by myself.
Red Fish: I'm going back to my room, just myself.
Lin: Video
Red Fish: Hmm.
Lin Yiyang knows that WeChat can be used for videos, and his roommate has used it before, but it took a few seconds to find it for the first time. Finally successfully sent the video invitation, waited for the sound to be heard, and the connection was made there.
However, the signal was not good, so Yin Guo kept asking, "Can you see me? Is the signal bad?"
The screen was pitch black.
Hang up.
Soon, Yin Guo sent another invitation.
This time he remembered that the wifi in the ball room was not connected, and the signal was fine.
***
Yin Guo specially turned on the desk lamp, the light is nice, yellow, not too glare, and can beautify the facial features.
On her phone case, there is a metal buckle that can stand on the table, so the phone is very securely placed on the desk. After setting it up, I saw the bar in the ball room in the video.
The sound of rushing water could be heard, but Lin Yiyang was not seen.
"What are you doing?" She lay on the table, staring at the screen and asked.
Suddenly, the video was cut off again.
The signal is so bad
***
Lin Yiyang was originally washing the cups, and wanted to chat with her while tidying up the bar, finishing all the work that should be done, so that he could go home early.
But when Yin Guo asked, she realized that her voice was useless again, and she didn't want to let her know that she felt uncomfortable, so she had to cut off the screen that was just connected.
I didn't even have time to wipe my hands, and the screen was full of water droplets.
Red Fish: The signal in your golf room is so bad, have no customers complained
Lin Yiyang found a towel and dried his hands.
Lin: Most people dare not, but the boss has a bad temper.
Lin Yiyang took out his mobile phone and the rag for cleaning the table, chatting with Yin Guo, teasing the poor, cleaning the table one by one. Wait until the dozen or so pool tables have been wiped clean, and then put the clubs on the racks one by one.
Then I found a black cardboard box and collected all the scattered powder.
Finally, the lights went out one by one.
There is a rest corner in the northeast corner of the ball room, with a few old sofas, TV sets and DVD players, and a simple bed. Sun Zhou usually sleeps here when he doesn’t want to go home or quarrels with his wife.
Lin Yiyang was exhausted, so he lay down, thinking about sleeping tonight and forgetting about it.
Otherwise, the journey back to the apartment would be long and troublesome.
In the pitch black, only the light source from the phone screen.
Red Fish: You are still in the ballroom so late, you will be going home late, right
Lin: Not going back.
Red Fish: Sleeping in the ballroom? Is there a bed
Lin: Yes.
Red Fish: Actually, I feel sorry for you, so I took a car to drive me here and then go back.
Lin Yiyang put one arm behind his head, resting his head on his left hand.
Lin: Is it distressing? Still miss me
Red Fish: … both.
Red Fish: By the way, you take a photo of the tattoo for me, I want to be a mobile phone screen saver.
He tried to tease her.
Lin: Do you want the top or the bottom
Red Fish: … rogue.
Lin:
Red Fish: No more.
Lin Yiyang turned over with a smile, looked for the wall lamp, and pressed it on.
He compared it to his right arm, took a picture, and was about to send it when he saw her and asked again.
Red Fish: By the way, the game schedule is down. I will send you a screenshot in a while, and you can see if you can catch up. I have studied for a long time, and you may not be able to catch up in the group stage. Pray, I get to the quarter-finals, on Saturday.
Red Fish: Saturday, you should be free.
Red Fish: 0.0 people.
Yin Guo really wanted him to watch a match, especially since it was her first professional match, which had a different meaning.
He can read it.
He had been restless about it since morning. Those old tea leaves in the past have been dried and sealed, but now they seem to be poured into a glass, poured with boiling water, and the bits and pieces of the past are gradually soaked away...
Lin Yiyang groped in the dark, found a newly bought club on the shelf, and picked up the nearest table.
The light source is far away, shining on the table, the ball is on the table, one side is colored, and the other side is a black shadow... He wanted to aim, but after aiming for a long time, he didn't hit a shot.
ear,
Some people are saying, Sixth, you have to be soft, and you will admit your mistakes.
Some people are saying, Brother Six, please.
Someone smashed a teacup, and all the tea was spilled on the ground. The poor-quality concrete floor was sucked dry.
Leaving a place of wet tea leaves.
…
That year, he was also a teenager wearing jeans, but they were not such a good brand, they were found in Jiang Yang’s closet; they were also sneakers, but there was only one pair, and one pair was worn for a year. He went to school; he didn't know what Saint Laurent was that year, he only knew that the street was called Street, and he always spelled it wrong.
That year, he made an oath at the door of the room in Dongxincheng: he would never come back to this door again, and he would never enter the arena again.
No one heard this sentence. He said it to himself and practiced it for more than ten years.
But no one knew that when he went out that day, he cried while squatting outside the gate of Dongxin City.
Lin Yiyang's eyes fell on the black ball he wanted to shoot down, he slowly twitched the club, and hit it hard. The black ball hit the edge of the bottom pocket like flying, but unexpectedly, it didn't go in.
In the dim light, it stopped at the edge of the pocket.
***
Seeing that he didn't return, Yin Guo guessed that the signal in the ball room was bad again.
She rested her chin and waited patiently by the desk lamp. Ten minutes later, a sentence popped out.
Lin: Went to practice.
Xiaoguo: Why do you suddenly want to practice ball
Lin: Try a new pole.
Xiaoguo: You have good clubs in the golf club. It can be seen that the boss knows his tricks.
Lin: Xiaoguoer.
He suddenly called her.
Yin Guo stared at those three words, feeling inexplicably intimate, and could imagine the expression and tone of his calling her. Her eyes were full of smiles, she couldn't hide them, and they were shining brightly by the desk lamp.
Xiaoguo: Yes.
Lin: I will make mistakes in the future, give me a chance to correct, okay
Lin: It's not about cheating.