Chapter 9: The world under the snow (5)

Chapter 9: The world under the snow (5)

When I was a teenager, before I became famous, everyone called each other nicknames in the club.

He was a setback, Jiang Yang was a thief, Wu Wei was indifferent, Fan Wencong was a peddler, Lin Lin was a general manager, Chen Anan was called Anmei because her name resembled a woman... and so on. There are several teachers in the club, and they are all taught by different teachers. He and Jiang Yang are the most talented among Old He's apprentices. It is often said that Mr. He found six apprentices, and finally found two well-qualified children when he was closing the mountains. Among them, Lin Yiyang was the most talented, and he found them by himself.

Everyone likes to compete in domestic professional competitions at the age of thirteen.

After that, if they got the ranking, especially the championship and runner-up, they would joke with each other and call them "Master".

Jiang Yang won the championship first, and it was Yang Ye. When I came to Lin Yiyang, I had to condescend to add a word "small", who made the last word of the two brothers have the same pronunciation and different words.

"What are you doing to play nine balls?" Lin Yiyang asked Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang played snooker and taught a group of apprentices to play nine balls, which is a bit strange.

"It's my apprentice, but Anmei is teaching. Anmei turned nine **** a few years ago. This time, there is something at home, so I can't come earlier. Let me bring the children over earlier."

"Isn't the competition in April?" Lin Yiyang remembered correctly, Wu Wei and Yin Guo both played at that time.

"The youth group and the youth group are in March." Wu Wei replied for Jiang Yang.

"Oh." Lin Yiyang continued drinking beer.

The children on the sofa are looking forward to chatting with the little uncle.

"You guys are chatting, I'll go down for dinner."

Lin Yiyang went back to the room, put on his winter clothes, put on sneakers with bare feet, took the keys and wallet, and walked straight through the living room. But at the end, when I saw the children staring at me, I couldn't bear it, I waved my hand, and said goodbye.

The door is closed.

He was in the corridor, slowly, walking downstairs.

Two minutes after going out, it was still the same ramen restaurant. He had an excellent memory, remembering the noodles Yin Guo had eaten that night and what ingredients were added. At this time, there were not many people, so the boss sat down opposite Lin Yiyang.

They have known each other for a year.

Lin Yiyang can speak Japanese, and the boss can speak English. They complement each other and chat happily every time.

"The girl you brought last night is very beautiful," the boss said.

Lin Yiyang raised his face with chopsticks and smiled.

"She is the person you wanted to know the first time you saw her." The boss is in his 40s and has come here.

He didn't deny it.

"What day? I mean, when did you meet?" the boss asked.

"That night, the night I slept here."

The boss immediately recalled: "Blizzard."

That night, there was a blizzard all over the city.

He sent Yin Guo back to the hotel, and then came back to the apartment, and found that he didn't have the key to the apartment at all. The two sisters were trapped on the other side of the city in the apartment and never returned.

Fortunately, a kind boss took him in and let him sleep in the store for one night.

A girl that made him want to know him at first sight. In twenty-seven years, he was the only one.

That night, Lin Yiyang helped her carry the box to the hotel's gate. Yin Guo bowed and thanked him earnestly. That look was so cute. That night, he slept in this ramen restaurant, and the image of her bowing and thanking him kept repeating in his mind.

Friendship is a really good thing.

What Yin Guo didn't know was that Lin Yiyang had just entered the subway platform when she applied to add him as a friend on WeChat.

Seeing that her first circle of friends posted the registration introduction for the Open, he knew that the club on the three suitcases did not belong to his brother, but his sister. He was afraid that there would be no signal in the subway, so he stayed at the entrance for a full hour. During that hour, he obtained all kinds of information about her in the circle of friends.

What she didn't even know was how many game reports and videos he watched on the bus back to New York from Washington, D.C.

She is a...how to describe?

If Lin Yiyang himself is a free-spirited player, then Yin Guo is a stable master who doesn't make any mistakes and seems to have lost his personal emotions when he enters the field.

How many times has this been beaten in exchange for that?

He could even imagine her training routine, being tempered and suppressed by masters, and repeatedly training her mental quality on the spot.

In the past, Lin Yiyang has been called a genius player by the club's teachers.

But in fact, his favorite is a player like Yin Guo.

You know she's talented, but you can see how much she's worked hard for it. No matter how far this kind of player goes, they will be greeted with the warmest applause because "it's worth it".

Everyone will congratulate you, because you deserve it.

ten long days.

Lin Yiyang read all the information about her sports career.

Yesterday, in order to meet Yin Guo, he changed his ticket three times, and finally found a spare time to ask Meng Xiaotian to go to that cafe for coffee. But when he saw Yin Guo appear in front of him, he didn't know how to start.

I can't say, I've watched all your games, from childhood to adulthood, and even read all your fan gossip posts.

It can’t be said that you have two games with a level of excitement, comparable to the highlights of the competition. In that state, if you replace your opponent with me, I dare not say that I can win you.

Not to mention, your brother Meng Xiaodong and I have met many times on the field at the beginning, and each has its own victory and defeat, and it is regarded as a natural enemy. You ask him, he must remember me.

In the end, Lin Yiyang didn't say anything, just watched her walk into the cafe from the sun.

She stopped in surprise, watched her stabilize her mind, slowly walked to the coffee table, slanted her backpack on the back of the chair, watched her sit down, and pushed over a menu: "Look at what you want to eat. what?"

It is easier to invite her to eat than to chat.

…

Lin Yiyang took back his thoughts and went on to eat noodles.

"Last night, when you were here, you didn't even say a word to her." The boss smiled.

"I used to...talk with a knife, and hurt a lot of people. Especially using a mobile phone, I can't see my face and talk, I'm afraid there will be more misunderstandings."

Of course, face-to-face isn't much better.

The conversation on the subway last night was like a blind date that was forcibly introduced.

"Actually, I just met, but I don't know yet," he added.

It was because Yin Guo didn't understand him.

The past, present, and future should have nothing to do with each other.

The noodle restaurant owner seemed to understand Lin Yiyang's state very well, and said with a smile, "My wife is my high school classmate. For a long time, I didn't learn to talk to her normally. Later, she told me that she was very aggrieved at the time. , think I hate her," the boss took a plate of wasabi octopus from the man and put it in front of his noodle bowl.

The boss finally taught him: "Say your most truthful words, and she will feel it."

***

Yin Guo was in the ball room, practicing with Su Wei.

I don't know what I was thinking about today, I missed one after another, and I was teased several times by Su Wei, asking if she spent the spring night with the person who won the regional championship last night, so that she lost her energy. At first, Su Wei said a few words, but Yin Guo smiled and didn't speak. She was teased a lot. She had to clarify that her relationship with Lin Yiyang was normal.

In fact, Yin Guo thought that Lin Yiyang hated him a bit before last night.

Of course Su Wei didn't believe it.

In order to prove her words, Yin Guo showed Su Wei their WeChat chat.

Clean and clean.

In all the chat records, she is good-natured, introduces herself in large sections, frequently shows her kindness, and tries to win over the relationship to become friends. But all the conversations ended with Lin Yiyang's cold reply, either "you're welcome" or "easy to say", or just throw an emoji and end the conversation.

Especially in Washington, she thanked him for entertaining her cousin, and she also gave a cold "good talk" and added an expression, she was really hurt at that time. After ten days, they didn't exchange a word.

If you can be self-motivated in this way and think that others are interested in you, then you will feel too good about yourself...

"I take back what I said earlier," Su Wei shoved her phone, "Have you offended him?"

This is also due to Yin Guo's good temper. If Su Wei herself, she would have given up long ago.

Yin Guo smiled helplessly: "The night I first met, I offended a little."

Su Wei was also tired. She suggested that the two of them rest together for ten minutes, put down the club and go out to dry.

Yin Guo sat alone on a billiard chair, idly flipping through WeChat, and suddenly thought that he hadn't seen his circle of friends.

She quietly opened-

Nothing, not a single post.

He is a man without a circle of friends.

***

Lin Yiyang leaned against the wall of the ramen shop, took out his mobile phone, and opened the window of Yin Guo's WeChat.

He carefully studied all the conversations between the two, from adding friends to last night, he did not miss a single one. What should I say? He pressed a finger against the empty glass wine bottle and turned it around, thinking.

Outside the door, Jiang Yang, who was wearing a black padded jacket, walked to the edge of the steps, crouched down, and waved to Lin Yiyang in the store. Across a glass door, the boss is asking, "I'm looking for you?"

"Yes," Lin Yiyang put the phone in his pocket, put down the meal, put on his jacket hastily, and pushed out the door.

In the cold wind, he jumped up two steps.

"I asked the coach to come and bring the children back to the hotel first," Jiang Yang tilted his head and pointed to the right, "It doesn't matter, there is a ball room nearby, let's go and start a game. When the brothers meet, there is always a meeting. look."

Lin Yiyang wanted to refuse.

But I don't know what's going on, maybe it was just thinking about how to send a message to Yin Guo, which caused him to be in a good mood, at least a lot better than when he woke up in the morning.

He didn't speak, nodded, and walked side by side with Jiang Yang to the block on the right.

Jiang Yang took out an electronic cigarette, opened the lid, and inserted a small cigarette into it. After heating it, he took a deep breath: "To tell the truth, you have impressed me since I was a child. Among us, Wu Wei is the only one. It’s okay to study alone, it’s not surprising that he can read until now, no one expected that you can survive until today.”

Jiang Yang smiled: "In the beginning, we both counted the results backwards, right? There are almost forty people in the class, can you rank thirty?"

"Junior high school? Almost." He recalled.

There are very few children in the ball club who have good grades. At that time, some of them could not read books. Parents opened it and sent them to the club. Otherwise, it was the family who did this, the tee hall, with these conditions. and environment, directly into the industry. Lin Yiyang himself did not do well in junior high school.

After quitting the club in high school, I was stimulated and went to school day and night. In addition to making money is studying, suffering is really suffering.

Including the three years he came to study abroad, what work has he not done?

For the first year, part-time jobs were not allowed, so I just followed the Chinese bus and worked as a black worker everywhere to make money...

It is not easy to make money, even Wu Wei talked about him, how good it is to go to a cheap school, and he had to go to an expensive school, but he muttered twice and stopped talking. Because Wu Wei also knows that this is also part of his anger.

Lin Yiyang put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked up to see the cars coming and going in the distance.

In the past ten years, he has climbed hard, all because of the words of his mentor at the beginning: You Lin Yiyang don't even have a family, you left this club, and without clubs, you are nothing.

Now, he's standing here well. Think what it is, what it is.

If you can get the club and put it down, you can live no matter what.

"It wasn't easy these years, wasn't it?" Jiang Yang looked at his little junior brother.

Lin Yiyang turned back and smiled lightly: "Will it be difficult for me?"

Still the same as back then.

Jiang Yang was amused, took another puff of cigarette, and patted him on the shoulder: "That's right, there's nothing to worry about for us, Young Master Yang."

Lin Yiyang squinted at the electronic cigarette in his hand. When Jiang Yang got his idea, he took out a box of cigarettes he just bought from his padded jacket pocket, and stuffed it with a lighter.

Lin Yiyang lowered his head and tore off the plastic film of the cigarette case. He felt boring again. The film, the cigarette case, and the lighter were connected together, and they were stuffed back into Jiang Yang's pocket.

"Why?" Jiang Yang smiled, "It's not like you anymore."

"How many years have you not seen me?" Lin Yiyang asked back.

While the two were talking, they entered the ball room.

When the boss saw Lin Yiyang, he first turned around with a smile, took a large ice bucket, filled seven or eight bottles of beer, put the ice bucket in front of him, and pointed to a ball table inside.

Lin Yiyang picked up the ice bucket, walked to the table where he used to go, put down the bucket, didn't pick up the club, opened the wine first, and took a sip: "Just drink here, you can't smoke, keep yours—"

He wanted to say, the electronic cigarette like a motherfucker, held it back.

"Pick the stick." He tilted his head, pointing to the sticks on the rack.

Lin Yiyang raised his head, took another sip of wine, and put down the bottle. Seeing that Jiang Yang had picked the club, he was not picky and picked up the one on the far right.

Jiang Yang placed nine **** in a diamond shape on the blue table.

When Lin Yiyang found the white ball, he heard Jiang Yang casually ask: "Last night, I saw that I don't care to post something."

Lin Yi raised his hand and stopped.

"What girl? What country? What skin race?"

Lin Yiyang pointed to his dark pupils: "Chinese."

The white ball jolted in his hand, and said, "I just met, it's not as mysterious as what Wu Wei said. Besides," he bent down from the side of the table and put the white ball on the tee line, "People It doesn't necessarily look like me."

"So unconfident?" Jiang Yang smiled unexpectedly, pointing to the white ball, meaning to let Lin Yiyang tee off, "People need to know their strengths and make use of their strengths. For example, you, of course, is the easiest way to seduce, little junior brother."

Lin Yiyang rolled his eyes at the other party, didn't speak anymore, leaned down and straightened the club.

Aim for that white ball.

With his right hand, he hit the white ball and knocked the table full of colored **** with a bang. With the continuous sound of pocketing, there were only three **** left in the table. In the end, even nine **** rolled into the bag in front of Jiang Yang and fell.

The nine ball is directly pocketed.

One tee shot to win the first inning.

Jiang Yang whistled.

Lin Yiyang stood up straight, picked up the bottle of wine and took a sip, staring at the only two colored **** left on the table, pondering. What news is good? Chatting with girls... do you want the next emoji first?

The author has something to say: I changed Jiang Yang to Jiang Yang, and I think it looks better when written. After all, he is one of the protagonists (this is a group drama).

ps, I read a few messages and asked about Suspension. Let me explain it here. The nickname of Suspension was written in the second chapter of my earliest version. Later, I didn’t want to appear so early, so I came to revise and replace it the next day. At that time Wu Wei was called Wu Suowei, which was also changed to Wu Wei.

Some readers did not catch up, and readers who were more punctual with the serialization saw the setbacks and Wu Suowei of the serialization at that time.

Then ps, the heroine's perspective of the first chapter opens, and the male protagonist's perspective of the second chapter. Now that the second chapter has been written, it will be very interesting to try to go back and read it.

By the way, I just met, and I don't have much affection. In fact, we don't need to interpret him too much. . He just wants to know, wants to know...