The driver was holding a box of stinky tofu in his hand, and he hadn't eaten yet. Seeing Yin Guo lying on the handrail, preoccupied, he handed the paper box under her nose. She shook her head and said thank you, but she was not in the mood to eat.
Seeing that everyone was not there, the driver took the opportunity to call his son, to the effect that he had a fight with his wife, and asked his son to help him say something nice.
Under the shade of the tree, the cool breeze was blowing. After the driver hung up the phone, he rarely showed a hint of embarrassment of an old-fashioned man: "I just didn't wash my grandson's socks. I wash them every day. I was lazy and didn't want to wash them that day. My wife scolded me like a dog." Bloody head."
What a strange reason to quarrel...
"But if you think about it in two days, don't you just wash your socks? It's a matter of one breath." The driver said again.
She thought about it, and she was right.
That is, a matter of one breath.
***
Lin Yiyang returned to the ball room at noon.
Jiang Yang was rummaging through his closet for clothes he could wear: "I need to meet someone today, so I can borrow one."
"Seeing a girl?" he asked.
"Yes. We met on a blind date," Jiang Yang took the initiative to explain, took out a light gray shirt from the closet, put on two sleeves, and tied buttons one by one: "The girl who just got divorced last year, I met twice, it's not bad If you want to develop smoothly, maybe it will be faster than your marriage."
After finishing speaking, he said again: "I don't want to talk about friends anymore, I'm tired. Seeing that you were tired for you last night."
After Jiang Yang finished putting on his shirt, he saw Lin Yiyang throwing a stack of brochures and deposit receipts on the table, and picked them up to take a look.
Last month, the two of them raced outside together, and they only rode a motorcycle once.
It can be regarded as catching up with the trend, and it is a gentleman's ride that became popular first from Australia, Europe and the United States. Men wear the most orthodox suits and shirts, and race cars with ties.
Suits and drag racing are the love of these men in Dongxin City, so Jiang Yang became interested and borrowed their cars for a few laps. At that time, Lin Yiyang was wearing a black suit and shirt, but no tie. Jiang Yang was wearing a dark gray suit. He even bought contact lenses to wear a helmet. He had a great time. Fan Wenchu commented on the two brothers, one is a hooligan wrapped in a gentleman's coat, the other is an old fox wrapped in a human skin, any girl will shake her heart when she meets them.
Jiang Yang guessed that he bought this and coaxed his wife to use it.
Seeing Lin Yiyang fidgeting last night, I knew he was arguing with his girlfriend: "In the beginning, I wore filters, no matter how good it looked, but gradually the protective film disappeared, and I have to adapt to the good and the bad. Let’s talk about friends, I’ll talk to you tonight.”
Lin Yiyang was upset, and waved his hand outward, telling Jiang Yang to leave as soon as he should.
"You're really not good at this, just look at last night." Jiang Yang dropped this sentence and left.
After Jiang Yang left, Lin Yiyang said hello to Sun Yao, who was watching the decoration team on the second floor, and went back to sleep.
The guest room is small, but he is big here.
Lin Yiyang closed the curtains so that no light could penetrate. In the room where day and night could not be distinguished, he rested his right arm behind his head and leaned against the bed in a daze. Actually no sleep at all.
Lying dry is also a waste of time, it is better to practice the ball. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, turned his back to the door, and saw a light under his feet, which came through the crack of the door behind him.
"Been released as a pigeon?" He thought it was Jiang Yang.
The person outside the door held the edge of the door, looked in from the lighted space, and looked into the dark room: "It was I who released the pigeons and let them go first."
As soon as he turned around, the girl who came in closed the door again and walked towards him in the dark.
Yin Guo stretched out his hand to hug him, but when he thought that he was not wearing short sleeves, he hesitated for a second, then he grabbed his hand and pressed it to the back of his waist.
"Isn't it a training camp?" Lin Yiyang spoke first.
"I'm afraid that you will be unhappy all the time, which will affect the game," she said in a very soft voice, "come back and take a look and leave."
There was the temperature of his palm on the wrist, and along the way, the warmth covered the elbow. He likes it, likes all her joints, smooth skin. "Do you know you love me?" He asked again.
"I love you, and you don't love me." Yin Guo hugged him.
It's all because of his three words "I miss you", and I feel that if I don't come back, I will be wronged.
Lin Yiyang was looking for her face, her lips: "Even if you don't come, I will drive there at night."
He couldn't stand arguing with her, and neither could she.
He tossed and turned last night, thinking about when he would look for her all night, afraid that if the two of them got angry at night, she would definitely not be able to sleep all night. This is one, and the other is that there are many things in my heart, with thousands of threads, thinking of Li Qingyan's unhappiness, thinking of the Open, thinking of the many problems that will be dismantled when I come back this time, my heart is ups and downs, and I have not slept all night.
She leaned her face on his shoulder, talking about yesterday's situation: "Yesterday, I argued with my sister twice, and they were talking about you. In the end, you still attacked me, so fierce...
"Look at you," he whispered in her ear, "Look at that kid brought by Meng Xiaodong."
"... I have nothing to do with him."
"Chengyan didn't talk to me in front of you. How many times did you mention it?" He asked her back.
It's all the same thing, dry vinegar in one bite.
When you are in a bad mood, it is the source of quarrels, but now, it is Rosemary. Hearing the person he likes jealous of him is the most satisfying taste for vanity. His fingers are untying her clothes: "When is the latest?"
"Tonight, there is no specific time."
There is a dinner, but not everyone wants to.
That's still early.
"A question to you," he asked next to her face, "Who told me that she is easy to coax and can be coaxed by buying some delicious food? I want to get you cherries, and I won't even turn back."
While talking, he had already stripped her clean and imprisoned her in his arms: "I have a bad temper."
She was not used to this strange space, thinking that the door had not been locked, she grabbed his arm very hard: "The door is not locked..." She was so worn down by his body that she wanted to bite down, but she really did: Slow down...
He said in a hoarse voice: "It can't be slow."
The two tossed against the wall for a while, and he carried her to the bed. As soon as Yin Guo's back rubbed against the white sheet, he grabbed his back without warning, hit his forehead on his collarbone, and called his name.
He said yes. On the collarbone, Yin Guo's forehead was tightly pressed, as if it was about to be broken. Slowly, she relieved all her strength, tilted her head and buried her face in the pillow, subconsciously wanting to curl up and sleep in his arms.
"Miss me so much?" he asked in a low voice, biting her ear, "so fast."
Yin Guo rubbed her face against the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, and the backs of her ears were red.
The pillow smelled of Lin Yiyang, as did the room, waking up all the memories of him in the body.
When she was a child, she listened to an old song called Taste, and the lyrics in it were repeated all the time. She missed your smile and your taste. At that time, she didn’t understand such deep things, so she still had something to think about. Boys don’t Is it stinky... After playing ball, after gym class, especially in summer, it's so easy.
But now I understand that the lyrics refer to the unique olfactory recognition between the two, especially after they have had each other.
Sweat gradually came out from under the skin, and he wiped it away with his hands, and the sweat of both of them mixed together. Lin Yiyang put two pillows on her back, stopped talking to her, and continued to do business.
She was wrapped in a quilt the whole time, for fear that she would catch a cold. After all, it was early April and it was still very cold.
When it was finally over, Lin Yiyang touched the wall by the head of the bed, swipe his finger on the wall three or two times, and finally turned on the wall lamp... It was neither bright nor dim. brightness at the time.
Lin Yiyang dealt with the follow-up, wrapped her in a quilt, and hugged her.
She let him hug her, muttering in a low voice: It's like this as soon as we meet.
He smiled: "It's been almost two months. If you still don't want to, then you really have to think about it. Is it time to change your boyfriend?"
It was my birthday last time, so it's been a long time since today. Judging from his current physical condition and age, he is absolutely pure-hearted and ascetic. It's just that it's inconvenient to be separated by two places, and it's not good to be too frequent if you're not married.
Yin Guo knocked his collarbone with his chin: Hooligan.
Lin Yiyang smiled.
It's been a long time since I heard her say that about herself.
The quilt was used to wrap her, so he didn't cover it.
Yin Guo saw that the compass tattoo on his waist was different from last time. At first, he thought it was because the wall lamp was not bright enough, and he was too weak to see it.
Looking at it later, it is indeed different, with more pointers.
Yin Guo lifted the quilt that was blocking him, and leaned closer to take a look. Lin Yiyang pulled his arm, and teased: Who is the hooligan? What are you looking at
Yin Guo ignored him and watched carefully.
His skin has been wet with sweat, and has a moist luster after washing. The letters are very small, so if you don't look carefully, you might think that the middle of the dial is the pointer, but if you look carefully, it is a row of English letters—fruitlet.
She recognized this word, and she wanted to use it as her English name...
The translation is: small fruit, small fruit, young fruit, small fruit.
Her heart was swollen and her nose was sore: "You won't tell me, won't you tell me?"
Lin Yiyang smiled.
There is nothing to say, isn't it just a tattoo.
At the beginning, I wanted to tattoo a compass, because life was drifting and there was no established direction, so there was no pointer on the dial. At that time, the tattoo artist was chatting with him, and the two joked that if they had a sweetheart in the future, they would name it. It was a joke. After he sent her off on the plane in Washington, he was so empty in his heart that he found a guy in the youth hostel to get her.
The person who made up the English word saw the cute name, and asked him if it belonged to his daughter.
He thought about it at the time, and said with a smile: The daughter is not treated like this, but the wife is more important.
It's like having a wife and kids.
Yin Guo touched his waistline, where the tattoo could be felt, invisible to the naked eye, there was a soft bump... Lin Yiyang saw her eyes were red, and touched her face.
He thought that there was still half a bag of cherries left in the refrigerator, and wanted to bring her over to eat: "Wait." He was just sitting on the edge of the bed when he saw that her hair was half wet, hugging the pillow and staring at his mermaid thread .
He lay back again, took away the big white pillow from Yin Guo's arms, and put it under her waist: "Forget it, we'll talk about it on the way."
***
When Yin Guo woke up again, it was Lin Yiyang who woke up with the alarm clock. Afraid of delaying seeing her off, he set two alarm clocks, the first one rang for half a minute, and the second one continued to alarm.
Yin Guo was awakened by the shock, her back and the back of her thighs were warm, and she was sleeping comfortably while being hugged tightly by him.
Tonight and Hexi, she couldn't tell clearly, this kind of experience of being sore and limp and sleeping in his arms was only experienced in the apartment where he was studying, and it was pitch black before her eyes, so she thought it was really in February's apartment. She turned around and hugged his waist, trying to stay in bed.
"What's a good dream?" Lin Yiyang's voice asked above his head, "Aren't you going to get up yet?"
Feeling sleepy, she lay down on his arm and said, "I thought it was in your apartment."
"The rent has been withdrawn," he said, "If I think about going again, I will stay in a hotel."
"Actually, you are the most free over there," she was listening to his heartbeat, "I saw you serving tea yesterday, and I didn't think it was you anymore."
"It's not me over there." He was silent for a while, twirling her long hair with his fingers, and gently circling, "I wanted to go to school at the beginning because the work was boring and I didn't have much pursuit, so I just studied for a few more years to broaden my horizons." Open some."
After finishing speaking, he said again: "I have always wanted to compete, and I have wanted to since I left, but I can't pass the level of self-esteem, so I let myself float."
Lin Yiyang found his mobile phone on her back and pressed it on.
Seeing that it was almost time, he patted her on the back through the quilt: "Get up."
Before the two left, Jiang Yang had just returned from a date and gave Lin Yiyang a printed temporary license plate.
"It's just right, the car's license plate is ready," he said before returning to China to help Lin Yiyang buy the car, because he didn't take pictures, it was still parked in the garage, and he didn't go on the road. Ah, little brother."
This is to say that he was really subdued by Yin Guo when he sent someone off for a long distance.
Lin Yiyang ignored the other party, holding a bag of cherries in his left hand, and took a look at the piece of paper in his right hand: "Put it in front of the windshield?"
"right."
He handed the cherry to Yin Guo, took her box and went downstairs.
Several men were on the second floor and Sun Yao were counting the renovation time. They all came back to help Lin Yiyang. Seeing Yin Guo following Lin Yiyang, Sun Yao greeted with a smile: "Sister-in-law."
Yin Guo agreed, and smiled politely at the people behind Sun Yao.
She took a rough look at the second and third floors, which were much bigger than the old Beicheng. She didn't expect that he really wanted to set up a big ball club when he came back this time.
Lin Yiyang asked her to wait on the side of the road, and drove over to the next neighborhood.
Not long after, a pure black G65 turned out from the gate of the next-door community, and there was a printed temporary license plate in front of the front windshield. The car braked in front of her, and Lin Yiyang waved to her through the car window: "Get in the car."
When Yin Guo got into the car, he got out of the car alone and threw the small suitcase into the trunk.
When I got into the car, I caught a glimpse of her eating the bag of cherries: "Is it sweet?"
Yin Guo nodded and smiled at him.
The night of the city has fallen, he turned on the navigation, and looked at the city that was already unfamiliar to him from the map.
A sweetness overflowed from her lips, and it was she who twirled a cherry and fed it to him: "Why didn't you sign up for the China Open last year?"
"Last year wasn't the right time." Lin Yiyang held the steering wheel with his left hand and turned the car around at a small intersection as the navigation said. "This year is almost the same."
He needs to re-adapt to the game, forget his past achievements and his talent. He needs to have a thorough understanding of himself before he can come back and stand on this lost arena.
Since I left here at the beginning, when I come back, I have to look like I have come back.