Be good

He is playing hooligans?Lin Qianxi thought to himself: How can he be like this if he is playing a hooligan?

But I still don't talk about it, it's on the main road.

The motorcycle rumbled like a thunder, and drove all the way to the outside of the grocery store.

Lin Qianxi kept his composure, simply grabbed Zongcheng's waist all the way, and stopped "playing hooligans" with random pressing and touching.

"I'll take you here, and I have to pick up Gu Yang." Zong Cheng stepped on the ground and explained: "He made an appointment with Xue Sheng to play games, and I agreed to pick him up when I came back, otherwise he will play games." It's never over."

"It's so strict, poor brother..." Lin Qianxi stepped out of the car, took off his helmet, handed him the earphones, and suddenly remembered: "How did you two spend New Year's Eve?"

"Let's live like this, it's about a New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow night." Zongcheng took the helmet: "Ji Cai said she wanted to come, but I didn't let her."

Lin Qianxi said, "Oh."

"What are you?" Zong Cheng looked at him.

"Oh that's right, what else can it be?" Lin Qianxi smiled: "Let's live with her, it's nothing."

Zongcheng looked at him blankly, and slammed on his motorcycle: "I thought a certain boy would come over to have a New Year's Eve dinner together." He had already seen that he was alone at home during the New Year.

Lin Qianxi raised the corners of his mouth: "A certain boy said to think about it, go back and wait for my notice." Then he turned around and was about to go to the grocery store.

Zongcheng twisted his motorcycle and rushed forward, blocking him: "I won't see you off tomorrow when you meet that coach again. I'll pick you up after you're done. Come back just in time for a New Year's Eve dinner."

Before Lin Qianxi could speak, he twisted the accelerator, rode away on the motorcycle, and drew a trail of smoke in front of his eyes.

Hard stubble, have you given him a chance to speak!

Lin Qianxi walked into the grocery store with the corners of his mouth curled up, and saw Yang Rui arranging the dishes on the small folding table. They were quite sumptuous, and the people who were busy cooking in front of them had already prepared them, giving it the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

"Boss Yang?"

Yang Rui raised his head and glanced at him: "What's your tone, where did you go with Zongcheng?"

"What a waste, I'm off to play ball." Lin Qianxi went to the shelf to get a bottle of water, put it under his arm, went to the counter to find the account book, and kept the account book by himself, saying, "An old coach named Ma Give me something, and by the way, I also listened to your gossip."

"What gossip?" Yang Rui asked.

Lin Qianxi pushed the account book: "Fake it, I heard you were almost recruited by him to play billiards before."

Yang Rui stood at the table for a while, and seemed to remember: "This, how many years ago, I almost don't remember it, what a coincidence, it was the old coach who taught you?"

"Yes." Lin Qianxi approached and asked, "Why didn't you recruit me at that time, tell me."

Yang Rui laughed: "Because I didn't play well in the last game, I didn't pass it. I was in a hurry that day, I went late, and I didn't perform well. Think about it, it was 11 years ago. I’m not too young anymore, I’m already 22, I started later than others, and I still play, so it doesn’t matter.”

Lin Qianxi unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and said, "It's a pity."

"It's no pity that the skills are not as good as people's." Yang Rui said.

Lin Qianxi "tsk": "Boss Yang is really open-minded."

While talking, Lu Feng came out from the kitchen behind him, wearing a gray jacket, the scar on the left side of his face was still so conspicuous, and he put a plate of dishes on the small table in his hand.

"You're here too." Lin Qianxi said.

"Nonsense, when is the Chinese New Year not here?" Lu Feng said, "I've been traveling for several months, and I saw you having fun here as soon as I came back."

"I'm here to give you two New Year's greetings, okay?" Lin Qianxi laughed casually, just in time to see the scar on his left face, glanced at it, and remembered it all at once: "Brother Lu, the scar on your left face It was left 11 years ago, I remember hearing you say it.”

"So what, what do you want to say, kid?" Lu Feng sat down on the stool and looked at him.

Lin Qianxi looked at Yang Rui and then at him: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Yang Rui said: "If you really understand, you won't feel sorry for it. What's wrong now, isn't it very comfortable?"

Lin Qianxi laughed wildly, and walked out with a mineral water bottle: "Anyway, I understand, let's go."

"Aren't we going to eat together here?" Yang Rui asked.

"Don't eat." Lin Qianxi's voice was already outside the door.

Lu Feng lit a cigarette in his hand, watched him go, and then saw Yang Rui: "Actually, what he said was right, you didn't play well that day because something happened to me, it's a pity."

"Don't talk about it when it's Chinese New Year, it's bad luck." Yang Rui put down two pairs of chopsticks: "I've been busy to this day, so leave without eating, don't touch me."

Lu Feng took a puff of cigarette: "It's just a feeling."

"How grown up, I still feel emotional." Yang Rui said: "Lin Qianxi still doesn't understand, people can't watch the past and the future, especially the past, don't dwell on it, if you want to live a worthwhile life, The only thing to do is to just look in front of your eyes."

……

Lin Qianxi has never been forced by things. Boss Yang's story is his private matter. There is no need to ask about his private matter with Lu Feng.

He has to study, play ball, and practice running. It's good if he can take care of himself and Zongcheng.

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, he went to the private room of the billiard hall to see Mr. Ma.

"You played this round very well, but you were too reckless." After two days in a row, the old man commented on him like this: "You are wild and reckless."

Lin Qianxi grabbed the club and said, "It's fine if we can win."

"You are direct." The old man bowed his head and blew the tea in the teacup, took a sip, and stood on the edge of the pool table, just like an audience: "I heard that you qualified for the national competition, right? I didn't either. I have taught you in the extra time, and I will play a game with you in the end."

Lin Qianxi said, "Come."

The old man put down his teacup, took the club, and shook his head: "Still crazy."

A game was played very slowly, thinking about it while playing, and it was not too early to finish the game.

The old man was tired, so he put down his cue and called Teacher Tang to pick him up. Lin Qianxi cleaned up the table, said hello to him, put on his down jacket and left.

Just as he was about to go out, old man Ma called him again: "Lin Qianxi, play well when the time comes, don't let me down."

Lin Qianxi turned around at the door, a little surprised.

The old man was wearing a thick jacket. In fact, it was the first time in the past two days that he saw his face clearly. He was almost a stranger, and he actually told himself not to let him down.

Even Ms. Lin never said such words to him. Lin Qianxi grinned, unable to smile, as if she was not worth as much in her own mother's heart as an old man who had only met twice, and responded casually. One voice: "Okay."

After leaving the ballroom and on the main road, Lin Qianxi took out his mobile phone, thinking how about sending Ms. Lin a New Year greeting.

But I have never posted it before, and it seems very hypocritical to say it suddenly.

Alas, fuck it, forget it.

Lin Qianxi still put his phone away, remembering that Zongcheng said he would come to pick him up, he looked around the road, and suddenly saw a group of people, his eyes changed.

The group of people had been looking at him for a long time, and they were standing on the side of the road in front of them. All of them had dyed hair, and they didn’t dress well in winter. .

"Happy Chinese New Year, Brother Xi." Sanpao called him, smiling: "It's really hard to see you now, if a brother didn't see you coming here, I wouldn't have a fucking place to look for you."

Lin Qian moved his feet to the west, looked around, and then at them: "It's all settled, what else is there to see, is it necessary to wait for me here?"

"Our debts haven't been settled yet." Sanpao smiled bluntly: "At that time, that dead-faced kid hit me with a club, didn't we settle it later? Since you are here today, why don't you clear it up with me?"

Lin Qianxi saw that they were here to block people in this battle, and it would be a ghost if the account could be cleared.

Sanpao is small-minded, but he is not a fool. If he fights back and fights with a group of them, then he will be slapped in the face, and the account he settled with others before him will be cleared; if he fights back, he will be beaten. Can't take it lightly.

He moved his feet, looked sideways, and suddenly turned around and ran out, as fast as a gust of wind.

"Fuck you!" Sanpao cursed, followed by a series of footsteps behind him.

Lin Qianxi ran really fast. He ran across the street in one breath and headed straight into the narrow alley.

The ground was covered with scraps of firecrackers let off by others, and when they ran over, there was a flurry of dancing.He got out of an alley and went to another street. He heard people running after him, so he could only keep running.

Damn, it's over.

Suddenly a figure ran towards him from diagonally in front.

When Lin Qianxi saw it, he ran over, stopped hurriedly, turned around and asked, "What are you doing here!"

"What are you doing!" It was Qin Yidong, his bicycle was parked by the side of the road, and there was a convenience bag with only a bottle of vinegar hanging on the faucet, and he looked at him with wide eyes: "Are you being blocked again? gone?"

Lin Qianxi turned around and was about to leave: "Stop fucking nonsense, let's go!"

Qin Yidong caught up and tore off his down jacket, pointing to his bicycle: "I will lend you my bicycle."

Lin Qianxi froze for a moment: "Who the hell wants your car! Go away!"

"Damn it, you're not afraid that people will be there soon!" Qin Yidong shouted anxiously: "I will leave, you go!"

Lin Qianxi had already seen the Sanpao man, so he couldn't care less, his first reaction was not to let Qin Yidong get involved, he grabbed him by the collar and ran away.

Qin Yidong was dragged forward by him, stumbled, and followed him into a public toilet.

Lin Qianxi moved quickly, the public toilet was small and dirty, there were only two compartments, and there was no one there, so without thinking, he pushed Qin Yidong into one: "Don't come out in there, you won't move until I run away." Go out again, take a detour, and go home!"

Qin Yidong frowned, feeling like he had taken gunpowder: "You fucking run away! I want you to be nagging!"

"I fucking don't want to run with you!" Lin Qianxi said, "Anyway, don't drag it in!"

Not giving Qin Yidong a chance to speak at all, Lin Qianxi directly closed the compartment door, pushed hard, ran to the window, and opened half of the rusty window with a "wow".

As soon as he climbed up, there was a sound of footsteps rushing in from outside.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and met Sanpao's hanging eyes head-on.

"Where are you going, Brother Xi?" After chasing for so long, Sanpao was out of breath, holding a steel pipe in his hand, and looked at him sullenly.

There were only two people left behind, both of whom were carrying guys. The others might have lost their way. I didn't expect him to chase so fast.

Lin Qianxi cursed in his heart, staring at Sanpao, and glanced at the cubicle from the corner of his eye, afraid that Qin Yidong would show up: "It's the New Year's Eve, can't it be worth it?"

Qin Yidong hid it very well and didn't move at all. After all, there are countless people who have spent time with him before.

"It's okay, I can't get angry at all, and I can't live well this year." Sanpao smiled slyly, and looked back and forth in the public toilet with a steel pipe in his hand: "Where was the person who ran with you just now? Did he usually follow you?" Among the three followers, is it the dead face with no expression?"

Lin Qianxi was already tense.

Sanpao beat around with steel pipes, knocked on the pool with a clanging sound, stood in front of the compartment door, and pointed to the door: "Are you hiding here?"

There was no sound from inside.

Sanpao raised the steel pipe and slammed it on the door: "Come out yourself! Otherwise, I will fucking hit you on the head with one steel pipe!"

With a "bang", the door of the compartment was smashed open, and Lin Qianxi's eardrums trembled. Looking at the steel pipe, his nerves suddenly pricked. What is he going to do?Want to hit Qin Yidong on the head?

Lin Qianxi's finger holding the window turned cold, as if the worst outcome was in front of him again, and something happened to Qin Yidong again because of him...

Sanpao grabbed the steel pipe, swearing, impatient, and kicked the door, and just kicked the door open, no one was seen, the steel pipe smashed inside.

The person next to him was kicked suddenly, and his head hit him. The steel pipe in his hand tilted and missed it. Then he turned his hand and smashed it on the kicked leg, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Sanpao was not lightly hit. He tried to help the door of the compartment next to him, but the door was not closed, and he fell directly into the compartment next to him. The inside was dirty and smelly. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Fuck you, Lin Move west!"

Lin Qianxi leaned against the door of the cubicle, half bent over, grabbed his ankle with one hand, and gritted his teeth: "I've been hit by you, is the score finally settled?"

Hearing the chaos outside, Qin Yidong took the opportunity to run out, with a pale face, and stretched out his hand to pull him.

Lin Qianxi cursed: "Fuck!" He grabbed him and rushed out of the public toilet in pain.

Zong Cheng stood on the road outside the billiard hall, with his mobile phone stuck to his ear.

The busy voice sounded for a long time, and finally came a cold female voice: "The other party is busy, please call again later..."

It was the fifth time I called, but Lin Qianxi didn't pick up a single one.

He hung up the phone and checked the time. He had been waiting for almost an hour.

I also asked in the ballroom, but Mr. Ma in the private room inside had already left.

Originally, he didn't want to meet Mr. Ma, so he specifically said that he would come back after Lin Qianxi was over. He didn't expect that they ended early today, and Lin Qianxi left early.

Zongcheng turned the phone around in his hand, pressed his eyebrows, and dialed the number again after thinking about it.

Still the busy tone of "beep".

He simply clicked on WeChat and sent a voice message: "Lin Qianxi, where did you go? Don't let me catch you."

After sending and receiving the mobile phone, he stepped on the motorcycle, turned it hard, and drove out.