During the Snowstorm

He, the king who has been rampant in the arena since he was thirteen years old, has a day when he is ridiculed like this. It is really a world where people's hearts are not ancient and have gone to Siberia.

Lin Yiyang stood up, the two boys in the ball room behind him were still laughing.

He slashed the back of one of the boys' head: "Let's go."

Lin Yiyang entered the backstage, went to the bathroom alone to wash his face, and felt displeased, he directly picked up the water to wet his short hair, and looked at his face in front of the mirror, the face covered with water vapor.

This pool, the marble countertops supported by the palms, everything belongs to this gymnasium. How many players have come and gone here these days…

Everything is like a dream.

The first time he stepped into the stadium for the game, it was an open hall with thirty-four tables.

Each table is very close, a referee in a black uniform stands beside each table, and rows of black leather chairs are placed around the table for players to rest. It was the first time he stepped into the arena, and he was very impressed. During the game, there were sounds of batting, pockets, more than 30 tables, and 60 or 70 players played together...

It was as lively as the next dumplings.

Lin Yiyang took out the paper, wiped the water on his short hair, and on his chin, clenched the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash. A few male coaches from China just came in behind them. Seeing Lin Yiyang, they all smiled and nodded in greeting.

He also nodded and left.

Outside the lounge, Meng Xiaodong brought the people from Beicheng, everyone carrying their own clubs and luggage, ready to leave the arena.

In the lounge just now, Meng Xiaodong was not there, and this was the first time they met.

When you live a little longer, you will find that some people and some scenes will always re-enact in your life. For example, Meng Xiaodong, who was wearing a shirt and trousers, stood in front of him again, and every button from the cuff to the neckline was meticulously fastened. And passed.

"Drinking?" This time, Meng Xiaodong stopped first.

Behind him, the people in Beicheng were a little surprised, unable to figure out what happened to Meng Laoliu. Even his future brother-in-law... is too enthusiastic, which is not in line with his temperament. Of course, they didn't know that Meng Xiaodong brought his team to New York before the Irish game, not to watch Yin Guo's game, but to meet this man who disappeared for many years and who used to disdain to say hello in the lounge. old friend.

Lin Yiyang smiled.

Someone behind him answered for him: "Of course."

With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Yang took the people from Dongxincheng behind Lin Yiyang and stood still: "It's rare that the two of us who play snooker are watching the nine-ball game. Since it's rare, it's better to be together, everyone."

By the way, let these juniors recognize Lin Yiyang, the official gathering after the game.

"How to drink?" Meng Xiaodong looked at them.

"Let's do it," Jiang Yang walked to Lin Yiyang's side and put his hand on his shoulder, "I'll open a suite in the hotel, I'll go buy wine and drink whatever I want in the room."

"Half one person, wine is not cheap," Meng Xiaodong accepted the suggestion calmly, "I'll buy what we drink."

…

Lin Yiyang didn't participate in the discussion about who bought the wine, and explained to the two boys in his ballroom behind him, telling them to disband and go to rest. One of the boys has made it to tomorrow's quarter-finals and needs to be groomed before the game.

Among the people in Dongxincheng and Beicheng, the two boys kept nodding politely to say goodbye and squeezed out.

Only him was left.

Lin Yiyang took out a black wallet from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it, and took out a bank card and handed it to Wu Wei. Wu Wei was stunned for a moment, then he understood, he and Lin Yiyang had been together for the past few years, and he knew his temperament better than anyone else.

Lin Yiyang put his hand on Wu Wei's shoulder: "You are used to living here, you are more familiar with them, go buy wine."

Before the bosses of the two clubs and clubs could make a sound, Lin Yiyang turned his eyes away and watched Yin Guo come out of the arena with a club: "You don't have to fight with me tonight, I was poor in the past, and I didn't have the chance to invite everyone. I don't have a chance now. No matter how good you are, you can still afford a drink."

He finally explained to Jiang Yang: "The hotel room number will be sent to my mobile phone, don't make an appointment too early, I want to accompany her to dinner."

After speaking, the person pushed aside Meng Xiaodong in front of him, crossed the group of people in Beicheng, and walked towards Yin Guo.

Yin Guo had already seen a group of them at the door of the lounge.

Girls usually like these gentlemen on the field, but she has always been immune, thinking that she has seen too much. The men in suits and ties who have won countless games and won countless applause are all over the club and in the pre-match lounge.

But at this moment, when Lin Yiyang walked out of a bunch of men in Dongxincheng and Beicheng and walked towards him alone, Yin Guo found that he was not immune because he had seen it for too long, but that he had not met the one he liked.

What she likes is the poor boss of the ball room attached to the youth hostel, the ordinary international student who came to the city by long-distance train to watch the game, and the "coach" who didn't even have a large lounge and only brought two players.

No matter how many brilliant achievements in the past, this man will never mention it. this…

Every time they meet, the first action is to stretch out her right hand and let her hand the club to his man.

"Brother, I'll go first." She greeted Meng Xiaodong in the distance.

Meng Xiaodong waved his hand and let her do it.

"Back to the hotel?" This was the first sentence Lin Yiyang asked her.

She agreed, but when she realized something was wrong, she followed him and whispered as she walked, "I don't live in the room myself."

He smiled: "I know."

It's not that I haven't been there.

It's a short walk from the gym to the hotel, only ten minutes away.

Lin Yiyang was at the door and asked the staff to borrow an umbrella. The two carried them to the hotel lobby. She was all right. He was just like he didn't hold up, and most of his body was wet.

Before Yin Guo entered the elevator, he was still thinking that if he told his roommate to come back later, the roommate would definitely know the meaning.

But if you say that, don't you tell people that you want to be alone with your boyfriend in the room for a while, and do something you want to do? What a thick skin it would take to say that, to do that.

Besides, when two girls live in a room together, they don't respect their roommates very much when they want to bring a man into this or that.

In short, all kinds of things are wrong, thinking, why don't you open another room?

This seems to be the safest, go and put things first, let him wait in the room, and come down alone.

Yin Guo made up his mind.

When she got into the hotel elevator, she found that Lin Yiyang had pressed down on an unfamiliar floor, and then she tugged at his clothes and asked softly, "Have you reserved a room?"

"Yes." The apartment is too far away, so I can only live here if I want to watch her match for three days.

The elevator is going up.

There were seven or eight people on board, and she and Lin Yiyang were on the far right.

She was next to him, her face against the fabric on his arm, and she looked down to see the tattoo on the inside of his arm. In early April, it was not too cold to run around in short sleeves.

Yin Guo wanted to touch his arm with his hand to see if it was cold or not. For a moment, the fingers of his right hand touched the outside of his arm, and Lin Yiyang's gaze dropped. This is not the same as the stadium, it is in a hotel.

He hadn't seen her for many days, and he wanted to hold her hand, touch her face, and kiss her.

"It's almost there," he whispered, his eyes fixed on her.

She held her breath and nodded lightly.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door slid open.

His hand slipped from her arm, grabbed one of hers, and led her out.

Room number 1207.

Lin Yiyang carried her club, and took out the door card in the back pocket of her jeans. When she took it out, she lowered her head.

Yin Guo's forehead, the bridge of her nose, and down were all kissed by him. She leaned her back against the edge of the door frame: "It's all at the door." She didn't go in either.

It was just at the door, so he didn't want to press it.

He wanted to kiss her lips, but he didn't. Instead, he asked her, "Why did the last ball go into the bottom pocket? The middle pocket is more beautiful."

The words are billiards.

The hand he was holding the door card had slipped from hers and pinched on her waist.

People are also pressed.

"I'm good at playing thin balls," Yin Guo's lips opened and closed slightly, as if he was about to touch him every time, "...not good at flipping..." His lower lip was held by him, and a numbness jumped up from his waist. It was a heavy squeeze on the waist.

He smiled and asked in a low voice, "How dare you call me queen?"

The tip of his tongue stuck between his teeth, and Yin Guo was dazed when he heard the sound of brushing the door open.

"I'll be honest when I cry a few times on the table in the future," he was saying.

Lin Yiyang picked her up by the waist, and put the club directly on the tea cabinet entering the door. I miss it so much, every action of kissing, every entanglement is linked to the beating of my heart...

For a week, he was doing and thinking in every space where he wasn't on his way to and from school, his apartment, and the ballroom. How did the ten minutes of chat come every night for a week.

I don't know, I don't know how it happened.

Lin Yiyang didn't take her to the bed, for fear that she wouldn't be able to hold her back, she wouldn't be able to get up, she wouldn't be able to get down, and she would get caught on fire and hurt herself.

He wanted to make out for a while, so he went out to buy food for her.

It's raining heavily outside, and it's hard enough to walk back for ten minutes. I don't want her to go out again. He bought it and ate it in his room.

He held her lips silently, holding it for a while, then loosening it for a while, and pinching his hands on her waist again and again: "Why are your eyes red?"

She was silent for a while and said, "I'm leaving next week."

"which day?"

"Wednesday."

There is a game in Hangzhou in late April.

Lin Yiyang was not surprised by her tight schedule, but instead asked, "You can't stand it before the first open match is over?"

...Yin Guo was enveloped in a sudden surge of sadness, didn't want to joke, and pushed his chest.

"Thinking of me, but pushing away?" He laughed softly, teasing her, "I'll do the math for you, today is Friday, you didn't finish the game until Sunday, and it's true that you won't have a few days until next Wednesday. Still hold on tight. Well, if you can hold one more minute, it's a minute."

And said... she looked at him.

Lin Yiyang saw that she was really depressed, his arms wrapped tightly around her, and he let out a sigh rather than a sigh from his throat. She pressed her chin on top of her head and held her for a few minutes, when she heard a burst of vibration on her phone.

Not his, but hers.

Yin Guo didn't want to accept it. Friends and family all know that she plays here, and it is easy to not make phone calls. Half of the people in the club are here and meet every day.

The caller was very patient and never hung up.

Yin Guo finally took it out and glanced at it.

Caller ID - Li Qingyan.

…

She was inexplicably guilty, especially after finding out that Lin Yiyang also saw the caller ID. Originally wanted to hang up, Lin Yiyang looked at it and couldn't hang up directly.

She cleared her throat, connected it, and put it to her ear: "Hello?"

"It's inconvenient to talk just now," Li Qingyan's voice said over there, "Congratulations on rushing out of the group stage."

She said "um" and looked up at Lin Yiyang.

Lin Yiyang is bowing his head, staring at himself for a moment, the distance is even closer. His fingers rubbed behind Yin Guo's ears, went around, and then rubbed a tuft of long hair on her skin with the pulp of his fingers on the back of her neck.

"Xiaoguo," Li Qingyan hesitated, "I originally wanted to go up a few places in the world rankings after next month's Irish Open, and then I'll tell you... I can't explain some things for a while, maybe I'll have a chance when I return to China."

Yin Guo was flustered in his heart, and kept pressing the volume button on the side of the phone, constantly turning it down.

Lin Yiyang's hand was impatiently pinching on her waist, and she pushed up her shirt from bottom to top. Her entire consciousness followed his palm, her heart hanging by a thread...

He stopped, looked at her, and silently pointed to the phone, meaning: give it to me.

Yin Guo was dizzy and couldn't understand what Lin Yiyang was going to say, so he hesitated to look at him: What do you want to do?

"Business," he said.

Yin Guo thought about it for a while. It's better to give it to him. Anyway, he has nothing to do with it, but he has to explain it politely. So, she said to Li Qingyan on the phone: "Lin Yiyang is by my side, he wants to talk to you about business."

Li Qingyan didn't hesitate: "Okay."

Lin Yiyang took the phone from Yin Guo's fingers and put it to his face. After a long silence, he said: "I don't have Meng Xiaodong's phone, so I borrowed Xiaoguo's phone to ask you. Has he bought the wine? "

Li Qingyan slowed down for a few seconds, not guessing that he would ask this: "I bought it, it's all twelve years of Chivas."

"Sure enough, people are getting old and drinking Chivas Regal," Lin Yiyang said calmly, "Not bad, very healthy."

"He hasn't been in good health these years, and he's been drinking for a few years." Li Qingyan replied.

"What time is it? What room is it?"

"Eight o'clock, room 1000."

"Okay," Lin Yiyang said simply, "it's alright. You can continue."

No matter how low Yin Guo turned the volume, he could still hear it clearly. Leaving the past temper, Li Qingyan like this, he can let the other party lie on the bed for three days. In simple terms, this kind of child is in need of cleaning up, in the old saying of Dongxincheng, it is to look for slaughter.

But don't worry, we'll talk about it tonight.

Yin Guo hastily cut off the phone.

She carefully observed the man holding her, but there was no particularly angry reaction, and she probably didn't hear the later words.

Lin Yiyang stared at Yin Guo for a while and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

She shook her head and pretended nothing was wrong.

"Little fruit?"

When she was about to speak, she suddenly took a breath and put her arms around his neck, her mind turning into a pot of porridge. The unfamiliar stimuli made her at a loss. She just hugged him and frowned. She couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, and she couldn't take a full breath.

Lin Yiyang's eyes were always looking at her, and one hand went from left to right. His throat tightened, he wanted to look straight, and he wanted to kiss him. I tried to hold it, but it was too soft to hold.

After trying several times without success, he finally whispered and asked with a smile: Why is it so big?

Now Lin Yiyang has to admit that when he was young, he watched boys' hands in girls' clothes in ice skating rinks and billiards halls. This may be a boring comparison between teenagers, and they are eager to try unknown areas.

Is it not because of love, unable to extricate himself, because of hormones, because of love, because of an unspeakable desire to conquer the girl he likes, or because he wants to be conquered by her.