Lin Yiyang pressed his forehead against hers, wanting to say, I really shouldn't call you Xiaoguoer.
On second thought, forget it.
He was thinking, if he was the most energetic young boy now, he would definitely hug her to bed, strip off all the clothes that bound her, and wantonly attack his longing body. No matter what competition he has, he has already reached the peak and is the king on the field, so what's his will be hers.
At that age, I was really naive and conceited, strong but fragile.
Yin Guo restrained her lower lip, biting it, and didn't know what to do, she was hurt by him. Lin Yiyang looked at her and straightened her clothes.
"It's raining heavily outside, you wait inside, I'll be back in a while," he said.
Yin Guo nodded.
She touched his face, chin, bridge of nose, and finally wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and touched it up. His short hair was a bit hard, and it was obviously trimmed this week, especially the back became very short, and the ends of the hair brushed against her. finger pulp and palm. very itchy.
Very... Grieving.
Lin Yiyang's heart was softened by her touch, but in fact, he just wanted to see if there was a better restaurant nearby, and bought her dinner. He looked at her and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"I don't know either… "
The mind is empty with nothing, and it is also full with everything.
It was the first time in his life, and he was the first man in his life who had intimate contact with her.
She suddenly thought of Cheng Yan, thought of Lin Yiyang being chased by someone, and pretended to say casually: "Cheng Yan is pretty."
"Chengyan?" After waiting for a long time, Lin Yiyang couldn't keep up with the girl's train of thought after waiting for this strange sentence, "Why mention her?"
"I get jealous when I think about it, I don't know why."
I wasn't so narrow-minded in the past, and I became more and more stingy as soon as I fell in love with someone.
He pulled her hand from the back of her neck, held it, and wanted to say something. But Chengyan really had nothing to do with him, and he didn't know what to say. In the end, he had no choice but to smile wryly, and squeezed her hand heavily: "Let's go."
In fact, it’s not bad. Watching someone you like jealous for yourself is also a way to enhance your emotions. Anyway, he is a passer-by, harmless, but this jealousy is hard to guard against.
When Lin Yiyang went out to buy food, Yin Guo opened a piece of soap to wash his hands and face in the bathroom, and he didn't wash his face seriously after returning from the game. Light makeup is not very comfortable, but there is no way, the competition has aesthetic requirements.
No matter what, she felt that the underwear was uncomfortable to wear, so she wiped her hands, unfastened the buckle again, and put it on again. Facing the mirror, I pulled down my neckline and looked, patches of redness were fading away.
There seemed to be a soft light on her face, and a mist in her eyes, standing in front of the pool, distracted...
The fingers resting on the white towel picked up the white thread of a towel, twisted the pads of the two fingers, and rubbed them subconsciously for a while. Thinking about it made my face turn red, threw down the towel, and walked into the empty room.
A large one-shoulder sports backpack lay next to the sofa, on the rug.
From the night when he first met Lin Yiyang, he had this backpack. He seemed to have never seen any other backpack in the apartment where he lived. Only this black one accompanied him in two cities.
Yin Guo sat in front of the desk, lying on his stomach, looking at his big sports backpack very satisfied.
Holding the mobile phone in both hands, she thought of Lin Yiyang deliberately asking her about the style of play that she was not good at, and she also wanted to explore his true strength. It just so happened that there were people around him who had played with him in the past, so she, who hadn't sent Meng Xiaodong WeChat messages for ten thousand years, rarely asked that ten thousand year big iceberg graciously.
Xiaoguo: Is there anything Lin Yiyang is not good at? On the table
M: No.
M: There is nothing he is not good at, only whether he wants to play or not.
so strong...
Meng Xiaodong has always sought truth from facts, without any exaggeration.
Because of this comment, she missed him even more.
Time passed quietly. Yin Guo rested his chin on the brown wooden tabletop, counting the time second by second, guessing where he was and whether he was caught in the rain. I couldn't resist sending him a WeChat message to complain privately.
Xiaoguo: Quietly speaking, it hurts a bit.
Lin:
Lin: Tap next time.
***
Lin Yiyang was in the pizzeria, on a seat by the window. Waiting for takeout.
His sneakers were almost completely wet, and no passerby was spared by the heavy rain. It's useless to hold an umbrella in this kind of torrential rain, it's all a fate of getting wet. He looked at her profile picture in WeChat, and then looked up at the crowd running outside, sheltering from the rain.
But somehow, he looked at it and smiled.
***
He came here after sending Yin Guo back to the room.
No. 1000.
It was Li Qingyan who opened the door.
"They're inside." Li Qingyan said.
Lin Yiyang nodded, and patted Li Qingyan's shoulder meaningfully: "Two games in a while?"
Li Qingyan nodded: "Okay."
He walked straight across the porch and through the door of the suite.
There is a big round table inside, which was moved in temporarily. There was a circle of people around the table, and besides wine, there was still wine on the table. Meng Xiaodong and Jiang Yang were the leaders, and the rest were chatting and laughing in low voices. Everyone stopped when they saw Lin Yiyang coming.
"Those who come late, let's make a circle first." Jiang Yang said with a smile. He was wearing a gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and he was playing with his half glass of wine.
Lin Yiyang picked up the full bottle of wine and filled an empty glass directly. Without a word of nonsense, he drank a glass for each person according to the number of people on the table.
When it comes to Meng Xiaodong, Meng Xiaodong wants to stand up.
Lin Yiyang pressed Meng Xiaodong's shoulder: "The visitor is a guest, please sit down."
He took the initiative to touch the mouth of his cup to Meng Xiaodong's. He raised his head again and drank his glass.
After five glasses of wine, Lin Yiyang sat down.
The big men at the table looked at each other, and they all remembered when they were young in the small courtyard of Dongxin City, in the summer, they would move buckets of cold beer to challenge each other. After so many years, it is really not easy for people to get together.
As soon as he drank it, an honest child like Chen An'an was the first to fall down. A worried child like Wu Wei is the one who is responsible for carrying Chen An'an to the bathroom to vomit. All of a sudden, there were two missing in the room.
Meng Xiaodong's drinking capacity is extremely poor, he usually drinks half a glass, but today he drank a glass and sat there without saying a word.
Jiang Yang leaned forward with a smile and asked, "Xiaodong?"
Meng Xiaodong raised his eyes and shook his head. Meaning, it's fine.
Jiang Yang slowly filled another glass for Meng Xiaodong: "Lao Liu, what do you want to know, let's talk now."
Lin Yiyang glanced at Jiang Yang, too lazy to pay attention to his teasing.
"You want to ask, my sister's childhood sweetheart? Li Qingyan?" Meng Xiaodong was just dizzy, but he was still awake. "I haven't asked about the specifics of the two of them. But Yin Guo's parents like him very much."
"Even if it's really good, we must have broken up," Meng Xiaodong said casually, rubbing his temples, "But there is someone in Yin Guo's family." He paused, "It was the referee of your match, and I must know you A thing of the past."
After finishing speaking, he stared at Lin Yiyang and said, "You should know which scene I'm talking about."
The room was silent for a moment.
Everyone has heard that Meng Xiaodong is talking about the last game of Lin Yiyang's career.
Jiang Yang cleared his throat: "Seller, get some hot tea for Brother Xiaodong."
Fan Wen hurriedly agreed and went out.
In this room, only Jiang Yang, Meng Xiaodong and Lin Yiyang were left. Jiang Yang was actually joking at first, and wanted to tease Lin Yiyang, but he didn't expect that the young master, Meng Xiaodong, drank too much, and even pulled out the old things. What was even more unexpected was that Yin Guo's family members were actually the referees of that match back then... This relationship is too deep.
The sliding door suddenly opened.
Wu Wei came out with Chen An'an who was drunk and passed out, and threw the drunk on the bed. He walked to the table, picked up his half glass of wine, and took a big gulp: "I'm exhausted." After drinking, he found that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and glanced at Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang shook his head, telling Wu Wei not to ask.
Lin Yiyang was playing with the cup, but no one could see the emotion in his eyes, whether it was good or bad, whether it was still unresolved, or it had calmed down... He was silent for a long while, then put the cup on the table: "Yes An empty table?"
Meng Xiaodong replied directly: "I have covered half of the golf room, you can play whatever you want."
Jiang Yang said: "Have someone clear the platform for you first."
Lin Yiyang waved his hand, meaning: No need.
He left the round table and said to Meng Xiaodong, "I have invited you to play two rounds."
"They're going to the Irish Open, please keep it close." Jiang Yang reminded Meng Xiaodong.
"I know." Lin Yiyang went out without looking back.
The outside room is busier than the inside, and there are more people. There are people from Dongxin City and Beicheng. Except for the quarter-finalists, almost all of them are there, some standing and sitting. Lin Yiyang went out and gestured to Li Qingyan.
Li Qingyan waited for him for a long time, then left from the sofa, and said to Nitzi: "Look at Brother Xiaodong inside."
The two didn't talk nonsense and went to the ball room.
Not many people here tonight. The high-intensity group match has just ended, and most of the players are resting. There are only a few hotel guests playing at a few tables, not professional players.
Lin Yiyang picked up a public cue and pointed to a neglected eight-ball table: "Small eight-ball? Can you play?"
This is a wild way of playing in Lin Yiyang's hometown billiard hall. Eight balls are arranged in a triangle, and the white ball is used as the cue ball.
It's all manual yardage. There are no rules or requirements. After the kickoff, you can hit whatever you want, and the last person to score a black eight wins.
For the owner of the billiard hall, it is so fast, and one yuan per round can be earned quickly;
For wild children, it is fast and refreshing to win a game.
Li Qingyan and him are from the same place, so they naturally know this way of playing. When they were in elementary school, they often played after school.
"I did," Li Qingyan said, "It's very simple."
"In the past, when I played this with others, the rules were very simple," Lin Yiyang picked up a powder from the table, wiped the head of the club, and said, "Whoever loses, give the opponent a ball."
"I have no problem. If you can give me a few yards, it will probably be enough to boast in the circle for a few years." Li Qingyan also picked a pole.
Lin Yiyang glanced at him amusedly.
I really want to give this kid a bone.
There are 10 innings in total.
The two competed for the right to serve in a nine-ball manner. Without any suspense, the right to serve was taken by Lin Yiyang in one fell swoop.
Li Qingyan remained silent, and arranged eight balls into a triangle on the table.
The white ball was placed in the middle of the line of scrimmage.
Lin Yiyang walked around the table with the club in his hand. He bent down to see the angle at which he was going to hit the ball, and rubbed the club head with fine powder again.
He leaned over a second time.
The whole person and the club form a straight line, including the line of sight. The smile on Lin Yiyang's face gradually dissipated, and he entered the state of competition.
With a heavy blow, the clear and loud impact sound was louder than any table in the ball room.
The colorful balls were smashed apart in an instant, galloping, and rolling to each bag, one, two... Finally, all eight balls fell into the bag. Not one left.
This is a blast...
With just one hit, all the goals were scored.
It's not a spectacle, but it's a matter of luck. Li Qingyan also had to be lucky to play this "one shot clear" situation. Of course he hoped it was just a coincidence.
But this is Lin Yiyang's first game, it's more like a blow to the horse.
"It's hard work." Lin Yiyang calmly pointed to the table.
Loser yards.
Li Qingyan had nothing to say, bent down to find the balls from the bags one by one, and once again used eight balls to form a triangle.
As soon as the white ball was placed on the serving line, Lin Yiyang suddenly leaned over and gave a hard hit without a pause. Balls of various colors flew out, one after another, all scrambling to roll into the ball pocket. Not one left.
Another blast...
"It's hard work." Lin Yiyang still calmly pointed to the table.
Li Qingyan knew that this was by no means a coincidence, he became more silent, took out balls one by one, and put them on the table for Lin Yiyang. For the next ten innings, it was Li Qingyan who was yarding and Lin Yiyang was hitting.
Although it wasn't a one-shot blow, it was obvious that Li Qingyan didn't even have a chance to touch the club.
Li Qingyan even had a little bit of luck before the last inning. There was no peer here, and he saw that he had been yarding the ball all the time.
He even had to admit that Lin Yiyang was merciful to his subordinates. He obviously had the opportunity to call everyone in room 1000 to come down and watch, but he didn't.
Perhaps this is Lin Yiyang's face for Meng Xiaodong.
A perfect 10:0.
Because of the alcohol, Lin Yiyang's eyes showed a bit of the youthful spirit of the past. He propped the club next to the table, put his hands there, and looked at Li Qingyan across the table and the low lights of the table.
"I lost." Li Qingyan said, convinced.
In fact, Lin Yiyang had been dizzy for a long time. After entering the door, he drank five glasses of spirits with more than 40 degrees of alcohol, and then slowly drank two or three more glasses. At this time, the stamina came up. Hearing Li Qingyan's words, he smiled.
"Two words for you." Lin Yiyang said.
Li Qingyan looked at him.
"Last time on that table, I think you followed Meng Xiaodong's example and trained yourself to hit a ball in 25 seconds? This is the requirement of the league, but not all open matches." Lin Yiyang pointed to the last time he played the ball. 50 ball snooker table.
Li Qingyan was surprised, he didn't expect that Lin Yiyang would see through this in the short meeting last time.
"It takes 25 seconds to hit each ball, which consumes your aura," Lin Yiyang told him slowly, "You are a player, not a competition machine."
He speaks slowly because he is drunk.
Lin Yiyang already felt that he was going to rest. He needed to drink some hot water or hot tea. It would be best if he could walk around the door of Yin Guo's room before going to bed, and wanted to see her. But she should be sleeping, she is too tired after three games a day today.
Lin Yiyang subconsciously made a movement, because of the heat after being drunk, he wanted to unbutton the two buttons on his neckline. It's a move he's made in the past when he's forced to wear a shirt in non-competition situations. Maybe it's because I drank with my past brothers tonight, or maybe it's because there are billiard tables as far as the eye can see, which makes people get carried away.
In short, his fingers stopped on the collar of the round neck and short sleeves for two or three seconds. He slowly lowered that hand, supporting the edge of the table: "One more word."
He followed up and said: "No matter what kind of relationship you have in the past, you can't catch up with her, or you have caught up with her. That's it."
Lin Yiyang's drunken eyes were black and bright as if they had been soaked in water. He frowned, and slowly, while he was still awake, he said the last sentence: "Yin Guo is my wife, do you understand?"