In the rest area, everyone saw Lin Yiyang in such a state.
Wanting to eat some fruit, he found that the fruit plate was empty. He hung his hand in mid-air for two seconds, and took away half a bunch of grapes from the nearest Chen Anan.
"It's almost there," he looked at everyone, "Is there anything else?"
Everyone also looked at him.
Xin said, didn't you call us here
Of course, Lin Lin is very helpful: "I have a small matter, the World Nine-Ball Championship is about to start."
Lin Yiyang nodded, of course he knew that Yin Guo was going.
"Leave on Thursday, one week in advance." Lin Lin said again.
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this.
Lin Yiyang nodded again, and threw the grapes back into the fruit plate: "Okay, it's gone."
After walking out of the main building, Lin Yiyang finally figured out what was wrong, and asked Lin Lin, "Leave this Thursday?"
"Yes." Lin Lin went down the stairs and got out of the way.
Lin Yiyang was still thinking about the news - that is to say, going to Yin Guo's house for dinner this week was out of the question.
Everyone didn't know about Lin Yiyang's complicated mental activities, so they picked up their cars and went home one after another.
Lin Yiyang was at the gate of the building, watching the brothers' cars drive away from the iron gate one by one, still thinking about eating. Another message from Yin Guo was received on the phone.
Fruit in the forest: My grandmother has been staying at my house and never goes out. Let me know when it is convenient for you.
Lin Yiyang looked at the words on the phone screen and smiled.
Silly girl, you don't know anything yet.
***
Yin Guo found out that Lin Yiyang hadn't returned.
Still busy
Lin Liguo: Let's talk about it after you finish your work.
This time it came back in seconds—
Lin: I don't know about the death championships on Thursday
Yin Guo was stunned for a while, and realized that Lin Lin should have got the first-hand news, after all, she was on the coaching staff.
Although today is Monday, it would not be a big problem to arrange meals for these two days, but Lin Yiyang was in the lowest mood, and she was reluctant to let him entertain anyone. These days are too special for him.
Lin Liguo: Then wait for me to come back, in two weeks.
He didn't return right away.
Half a minute later, Lin Yiyang sent a voice invitation.
***
Lin Yiyang returned to the office, without turning on the light, poured a cup of hot water and put it on the coffee table.
Turn on the hands-free cell phone and keep it by your side.
He sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed and resting on the edge of the coffee table. I thought that when the teacher was there in the past, I would often sit in this posture, roughly in this position.
I have been so busy these days that I have no time for personal thinking, not even time for sadness.
Things are done one after another, and plans are made one by one, and nothing can be lost. He can't let people think that the teacher and Jiang Yang have bad eyesight. After all, Lin Yiyang has quit for more than ten years and needs to convince the public.
After being busy until now, people feel empty. After all, the teacher passed away, and there is no way to recover in a short time.
Although he turned on the voice, he didn't say a few words.
"Do you want me to chat with you?" Yin Guo asked him over there, "I still want to connect and want me to accompany you?"
She is someone who understands herself and knows the company he needs, not the comfort of superimposed words.
Lin Yiyang said in a low voice, "You can say whatever you want."
It was too quiet here, there was no dormitory in the main building, and he was the only one left in the whole building. He wants to hear her talk.
The two have a tacit understanding cultivated through a year-long relationship in a foreign country, and they often do their own things with their voices turned on at night. So Yin Guo is very used to getting along with him like this. On the other side of the phone, while packing his luggage and house, he was chatting with him.
All the trivial things of life.
He is listening to her.
Thinking back to that year, I choked a few words for An An and the coaches, hid here to sleep, and woke up the next day by the coat covered by the teacher. Before I opened my eyes, I heard the teacher say: In the future, learn how to deal with people, and don't choke when you open your mouth. If you are upright, you are not afraid of crooked shadows, but you are afraid of people opening their mouths. People's words are terrible.
…
"The day my parents left," he said suddenly, "I didn't cry at the memorial service. I don't know why. Year."
On the other side of the phone, she stopped talking and stopped.
"Do you feel strange looking at me today?" He asked in a low voice.
***
She saw it then. Of all the dependents and apprentices, he stands last. Everyone was crying when shaking hands, except for him, the most favored little apprentice, only he was calm.
If she notices, others will too.
Hearing Lin Yiyang's question, she was actually a little worried, afraid that there would be many talkative people talking about it behind her back. To put it bluntly, it is excessive sadness, but to put it bluntly, anything is possible.
"No," Yin Guo said softly, "I don't think so. My mother is very particular about these things, so she didn't say anything about you."
On the phone, no response.
After a while, I heard him say: "I'm asleep, I'll see you off on Thursday."
Yin Guo was waiting for him to hang up.
The connection has been unblocked, and he didn't hang up.
She had just finished taking a shower while chatting with him, and now she had slipped into the thin air-conditioned quilt, resting her arms on her pillow, with her voice on and hands-free next to her pillow. She turned off the light, lay down on the pillow, and fell asleep like this.
She didn't sleep well that night, woke up several times, and the connection was still unblocked. At four o'clock, there seemed to be a police car or a fire engine passing by, which woke her up. She wanted to call him, but she didn't. Opening my eyes again, I saw sunlight on the curtains, and it was dawn.
The duration of the call is 6:27:34, and it has not been interrupted.
"...Lin Yiyang?" She closed her eyes, murmured, calling him.
"Are you awake?" It seemed to echo in my ear, as if there was still the sound of his breathing.
With heavy sleepiness, she gave a soft "hmm".
"Hang up, you go back to sleep."
"Well, I want you to kiss me." She said softly.
This is what she would say occasionally, a small pleasure developed between foreign love in the past.
He replied: "Kiss."
Yin Guo seemed to be kissed, hugged the air-conditioning quilt in front of her contentedly, and smiled.
The call ends silently at 6:28:19.
***
After Lin Yiyang washed up, he went to the cafeteria to eat. He found an empty table for four people and just sat down. The remaining three seats were also occupied by three old coaches.
Lin Yiyang took the time to break open a bun, ate it, and waited for the coaches to speak.
"Xiao Liu," Fan Wenchao's teacher took the lead, "Your plans are too simple. Sending 30, will it be too many?" Only three in Dongxin City can enter the snooker world rankings. List, sending 30 is simply burning money.
Lin Yiyang nodded. As if agreeing.
"True," he said.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you really have to worry about everything, there would be no Dongxincheng back then," he asked modestly, "Are you right?"
None of the first batch of students who came out of Dongxin Town were famous. Even He Lao only received two highly qualified apprentices in his sixties. He talked about the origin of Dongxin City in one sentence, so it's not easy for everyone to talk about it.
"That's about organizing the competition," Coach Xin cut to the next topic, "I know you are like your teacher, with great ambitions. But I think, let's fix our own home first."
Lin Yiyang took a sip of the porridge, then nodded. It seems to agree.
"You are right, Dongxincheng will always come first." He stated.
Everyone saw hope.
"But we are the ones who benefit from this matter. As long as the industry rises, your status will be completely different from what it is now."
Coach Xin shook his head: "I'm old, so I don't care about that."
Lin Yiyang smiled: "You don't care, think about our children."
He didn't wait for the other party to answer, and said: "Don't talk about snooker, just take a look at the women's nine-ball ranking list. Chinese girls account for the majority. How proud are you? But no one knows, no one wants to know, Nobody cares."
"I don't want our children to go out in the future and say they are playing billiards, but no one cares about them," he finally said. What? Apart from the coach, there are not many spectators in the auditorium."
Coach Xin sighed: "But everyone knows that the bottleneck of the industry lies in unpopularity. It is not an Olympic event, and the Asian Games are gone. The state's support must not be strong enough."
Lin Yiyang finished eating the remaining buns, pondered for a while, and said as usual: "You are right."
The old coaches are dumbfounded.
Coach Xin said: "Xiao Liu, you don't need to be right at the beginning, let's speak directly."
He bowed his head and finished his porridge in a few sips: "There was the Olympic Games in 1896, and table tennis was only included in the Olympics in 1988. Every event is gradually growing. The billiard associations of various countries are applying. There will always be bread," He put his unopened bottled milk among several old coaches, "There will be milk too."
Lin Yiyang left, put the dinner plate in the recycling place, walked through the crowd of players, and headed towards the morning sun.
Everyone was stunned—is this still the crazy brat who shaved his head every day, got into fights when he had nothing to do, ignored everyone he saw, and was so crazy
The old coaches couldn't persuade Lin Yiyang, and still felt worried, so they went to Jiangyang's hospital in the name of "visiting the sick".
Jiang Yanggang had a knife in his arm, and hung his right arm with a plaster cast around his neck with a white cloth, looking very bad.
He tried his best to lean against the corner of the sofa, and said breathlessly: "You know the temper of my little brother. He wants to be ranked, and the bonus is higher than mine. He is like a wild crane. He won't come back," Jiang Yang coughed twice, and wanted to pour tea for the old coaches, "Come on, I'll pour you a cup of tea to calm down."
He looked "very unsatisfactory" in his recovery, and the teapot was struggling to lift, and the coaches quickly took the teapot over.
I saw Jiang Yang sighing leisurely there again: "I really can't take care of my injuries."
It is sincerely said, endlessly sad.
The old coaches went back for a total.
What else can I do? He could only let Lin Yiyang toss about. This is He Lao's direct apprentice, the most orthodox successor of Dongxin City.
Within a week, the backbone of the younger generation expressed their support for Lin Yiyang with actions.
The most profitable players in Dongxin City even increased their club commissions from 20% to 50%. Including Lin Yiyang, who is now the most profitable in Dongxin City. In this way, it can be regarded as blocking the mouths of Youyou.
***
two weeks later.
Jiang Yang was discharged from the hospital, and Lin Yiyang took him to his ball room.
Jiang Yang's surgery was successful and he recovered quickly.
The current him, apart from being cowardly with his arms hanging around his neck, is still that old handsome guy who can count people on the court, so it's not a problem to go out and have a relationship and get a girl.
That day was purely to put on an appearance and show weakness.
Lin Yiyang asked Sun Yao to make a pot of coffee and bring it up, and the two sat on the sofa in the rest area and chatted.
"People like to play steady chess when they are old. I saw that you were scared by the old coaches at the beginning." Jiang Yang said with a smile.
Lin Yiyang didn't speak.
In the past week, he has almost finished saying what he hasn't said enough in the first half of his life.
Jiang Yang took a sip of his coffee and sipped it slowly, enjoying the hard-won leisure: "Should I fly back today?"
Lin Yiyang acquiesced.
"Then why don't you pick it up?" Jiang Yang was just looking for something to say.
Lin Yiyang glanced at him with a look of "you think I can't read a watch".
He walked to the far right of the club rack, picked up a club, and shook it in his hand, trying to practice his hand. Don't want to work hard to yard the balls, use the cue to push the red balls on the table to let them spread freely
Finally, a black ball and a white ball are placed.
"To be honest, it's good news." Jiang Yang took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, unlit it, played with it in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and said very slowly as if trying to trick him, "This year's In the Asian Games, there will be billiards."
Lin Yiyang, who was about to hit the ball, stopped for three or four seconds.
Since the 2010 Guangzhou Asian Games, billiards has never been able to enter this large-scale comprehensive event. How many years has it been canceled? He almost forgot the time.
"I thought you forgot what we said when we were young." Jiang Yang said with a smile.
Lin Yiyang didn't answer. He stared at the only black ball among the many red balls, hit a beautiful curve ball, hit the black ball at a very tricky angle, and successfully pocketed it.
He has retired for many years, even if he came back, he still has a low view on the world rankings, but he will not forget this.
This is what is first rooted in the heart.
Every child who has entered the sports industry since childhood has had this experience. Parents or coaches will take them, pointing to the Asian Games and Olympic Games on TV, and let you watch the national flag raised again and again, so that You ignite your fighting spirit and imagine that you will stand in the same arena in the future and become the next hero in the arena.
He and Jiang Yang were like this when they were young, and they saw it in the teacher's office. This is their original dream.
Nothing to do with bonuses, nothing to do with rankings.
Thousands of children have been training, getting injured, and competing day after day, year after year, since they were a few years old. How old is this? This is the initial age of an athlete. After that, there is only one thing for the first half of his life.
But there are only three seats on that podium, and there is only one seat where the national anthem can be played.
As an athlete, even if it is an unpopular event that has been canceled by the Asian Games for many years, who doesn't want to wear the national flag on their chest and win the championship for their motherland
Even if there is only one chance.
Give this generation of pool players a chance to fight for the honor of their country.