During the Snowstorm

She pressed her left hand on her heart, her eyes were really red, her throat was choked for a long time, and she didn't say a word.

Lin Yiyang laughed again, and asked in a low voice, "It's a good thing to say to Meng Xiaodong, but when you see me, you can't say it?"

Yin Guo couldn't say anything about him, so he pushed him, but it didn't work, so he pushed him again.

This reaction is a little girl who just fell in love.

"Don't tell me in advance," she complained in a nasal voice, "I'm going to have a heart attack."

"Not happy?"

...

Knowing to ask, is crazy happy.

Lin Yiyang squatted down on her left side. There was still water on the coat hooked on his left arm, rain outside, under the bottoms of his sneakers, and his hair was half wet.

There is still a little red in his eyes, moistened with water, which is caused by the emotion when he just entered the door. Yin Guo would not know how high a wall he had built in his heart, nor how much effort he had used to overcome his self-esteem.

Yin Guo only saw that there was water on his body and no umbrella. He must have come from the subway station.

He put the plastic box and sandwiches on her lap on the floor in the corner, fastened the lid for her, and finally crouched there and stretched out his arms to her.

Yin Guo's heart trembled, she hugged him, hugged his neck, hugged him like a child for a long time and refused to let go. After a while, she sniffed, lowered her face, buried it in Lin Yiyang's neck, and whispered, "I don't bring an umbrella, my hair is wet."

It is full of dust again, the smell of the train coming from afar, to conquer a girl's heart, actions are far more powerful than words. The length of the train between New York and Washington alone is enough... enough.

"I've been running here early, can I still graduate?" She worried again.

A person who has not yet graduated from the senior year, who still has to worry about his studies, is simply over-worrying. However, Lin Yiyang felt that it was not bad to be cared about so much, so he teased her and said, "If you don't graduate, you won't want me anymore?"

Yin Guo's face was rubbing against his neck, and after a while, he said seriously, "I don't even need to graduate."

Whatever.

Lin Yiyang smiled and pressed her face against her hot little face.

The two were in the corner, one was squatting, the other was sitting on a small chair, hugging and talking in a low voice. Lin Yiyang held Yin Guo without any hypocrisy, and held it firmly without leaving any seams. Ignore others.

The jaws of everyone in Dongxincheng are about to drop.

Including Jiang Yang, I didn't expect that Lin Yiyang's style of falling in love would be the most boring. It was absolutely unexpected. Not to mention the brothers who were pressed by Lin Yiyang on the ball table and cried, as well as the boys and girls who admired in their hearts and longed to meet their little uncle... Everyone has truly experienced Wu Wei these two days. What does the old saying "planted" mean?

The little junior sister in Beicheng is too arrogant to say anything.

Jiang Yang in the distance watched with great interest, and Chen Anan whispered: "Don't kiss, if this spreads, the reputation of Meng Xiaodong's sister will be ruined." After all, it is the International Open, which represents the Chinese Army. It's not something an athlete should do to really kiss in the pre-match lounge.

"No, the sixth is measured," Jiang Yang said in a low voice, not worried, "he is in awe of this arena."

An athlete's reverence for the field is related to the depth of his love for the sport. The more he loves, the more revered he is. Only awe can make a person willing to give all of himself, and even the enthusiasm of his life.

As Jiang Yang expected, Lin Yiyang didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Come fast, leave fast.

Before the start of the last women's group match, three groups of people appeared in the audience.

To the east is Dongxincheng.

Jiang Yang took Chen An'an and Fan Wen to the first row in a hurry. The participating nine-ball players were in the second row, Wu Wei and Chengyan were both there. The third row is the junior group and the youth group players, all of them are discussing the sixth brother's wife with great interest.

To the west is the North City.

Meng Xiaodong was sitting alone in the first row. Half behind him were the snooker players headed by Li Qingyan, who followed Meng Xiaodong "passing through" New York and were going to play in Ireland. The other half are the nine-ball contestants, all quietly, waiting to see the little sister.

Lin Yiyang entered as a "coach".

He didn't have a huge line, and he sat south with two boys from Washington. One of them just made it out of the tournament. He was too nervous to eat lunch at noon. After he finally won, he bought a hamburger and was nibbling on it: "Sister-in-law, this is awesome. Is Xinya the champion of the Singapore Open?"

"Yes," another added, "number three in the world."

Lin Yiyang was on the seat in the first row, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers were crossed, his index finger was gently rubbing the bridge of his nose... His eyes seemed calm, but his emotions were complicated. Focus on every place in the field.

Tables, referees, and scoreboards.

The Grand Slam was his goal.

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to go abroad before leaving the arena. After 11 years, he entered the arena again, and he finally sat in the international arena, but it was an audience seat. Think about it, it's really mysterious.

The game has just started.

The right to serve was snatched by Xinia.

"Xina has always been lucky," the commentator's voice could be clearly heard in the gym. "We saw that she successfully got the right to serve. It seems that she has a good chance of winning today."

The right to serve nine **** is very important, which is the consensus of everyone.

Yin Guo sat back on the red sofa quietly, holding his club and watching his opponent hit the ball.

She guessed that she would sit on the cold bench for a long time.

Sure enough, the opponent who got the right to serve did not hesitate and won the first 4 games in one breath. In the applause of the field, the opponent has been chasing after the victory. At the end of the 5th game, Xinia still holds the right to serve.

The Open is a 20-inning game, and the first to win 11 innings is the winner.

Xinya has already scored 5 points, while Yin Guo is still 0.

Lin Yiyang's eyes were always on the side of the table, Yin Guo, who was always sitting on the large sofa. She is very calm.

He knew that Yin Guo was waiting, waiting for an opportunity for his opponent to make a mistake.

"Very beautiful!" the commentator applauded Xenia.

Another round of applause.

The two big boys behind Lin Yiyang were too nervous to speak.

5:0 on the scoreboard, about to jump to 6:0.

At this point, there were only two **** left on the table. Xenia made a quick shot and the ball hit the pocket and missed it unexpectedly.

Here comes the opportunity.

Yin Guo stood up.

From this second on, the table belongs to her.

This Chinese girl, don't give her a chance, as long as she gets a chance, she will go all the way to the end. In this last group match, he saw a real Yin Guo in the professional arena.

In Washington, Yin Guo once asked him why he wanted to play fastball, was he not afraid of losing?

Lin Yiyang's answer was that he only realized the fun of billiards when he was out of the game for years, when there was no limit on winning or losing at all, and when there was no limit on points. Quick, because of joy.

What he meant to say was-

Enjoy it, Yin Guo, this is your career for the next ten years.

Enjoy the training you can endure day after day without festivals and vacations. Enjoy this niche event that has never been included in the Olympic Games, and even the Asian Games have been cancelled for many years...

On the scoreboard, Yin Guo's score finally began to appear - 5:1.

Five minutes later, 5:2.

Four minutes later, 5:3.

"Sister-in-law's psychological quality is good." The boy behind Lin Yiyang applauded desperately.

This is just the beginning.

Lin Yiyang thought.

Forty minutes later.

The scoreboard has jumped from 5:0 to 5:9.

9 games in a row, zero mistakes.

Yin Guo was originally the biggest dark horse this season. In the last match, when he was behind by a large score, he fought a **** path, and the stability was amazing.

So much so that at this moment, the commentators have expressed their expectations for her future career path: "This Chinese player this season has given us a lot of surprises, and finally has a new face that can't be ignored."

"She is too familiar with the nine-ball table, from the edge of the table to the edge of the table, every time she plays the ball perfectly," another male commentator also said with a smile, "It is conceivable that if it is women's doubles, she must be a good player. Great partner."

"It's a pity we didn't have doubles this time around."

"I can look forward to the Singapore Open. I wonder if this player will sign up?"

"I will definitely sign up, this is just the first Open this year. Believe it or not, she will be featured in the Singapore Open's eight-ball, nine-ball and women's nine-ball doubles."

...

The scoreboard score changed again - 5:10.

The applause grew louder.

The last game.

Every time she scored a goal, there was a round of applause.

Suddenly, Yin Guo slowed down, as if he had encountered some difficulties. She tried to lie down on the table twice, and most of her body went over the table, but she couldn't reach the white ball.

Finally, she turned around and frowned, a little helpless. This shot is directly magnified on the big screen.

Lin Yiyang couldn't help but laugh.

Little dwarf, are you going to use a catch?

Sure enough, Yin Guo found his post in the bag next to him, twisted it twice at the end of the post, and fixed it.

She returned to the table again and gestured. Well, that's enough.

"The player chose to take the shot," the commentator's voice resounded throughout the audience, "she tried again."

The voice of the commentary disappeared.

With a snap, drop the bag.

With a snap, the bag fell again.

The commentator didn't keep up with her speed, she quickly collected two balls, and finally aimed at the ninth ball.

Yin Guo stopped again.

She circled the black club with her right hand, from the head down to the end, and wiped the club slowly with her palm, like a psychological suggestion. Come on, we won. She said to the club silently in her heart.

"The last ball is very difficult," the commentator added. "The No. 9 ball is close to the middle of the bottom bank. It is difficult to enter the bottom pocket, and it is even more dangerous to enter the middle pocket."

She leaned down and stared at the No. 9 ball.

After three seconds of silence, I still chose to punch into the bottom pocket.

One shot. She played thin, thin, with little effort, and the yellow nine slid slowly along the edge, rolling toward the bottom pocket.

In the end, the yellow nine ball rolled to the edge of the pocket and dropped into the pocket with a soft sound.

An instant burst of applause resounded throughout the audience.

It's congratulations to this Chinese girl for breaking out of the purgatory group and reaching the quarter-finals!

"Congratulations to the player Yin Guo from China!"

"Congratulations to Yin Guo, entering tomorrow's quarterfinals!"

...

Yin Guo's eyes were full of smiles. He was too happy. He shook hands with his opponent and saluted. He turned around and gave the coach a big hug. The coach was also speechless with laughter, and patted her on the back several times.

In the applause, Lin Yiyang kept looking at her from a distance.

I couldn't see her face clearly, so I raised my eyes to watch Yin Guo live on the big screen, looked at the little expression, looked at the eyes that were glistening with tears... Shi Shi was still a child.

He stood up and was about to leave, when he found that Yin Guo on the big screen suddenly turned around and ran towards the stand here.

"Sister-in-law is here, over here." The boys behind him found out first.

The man who just won the game, ran to the stands. Everyone in the audience wanted to see - who she was looking for.

The arena was surrounded by the sponsor's billboards. Lin Yiyang was in the first row of the auditorium. Across the billboard, he watched Yin Guo trot all the way, panting slightly, and stood in front of the railing and the billboard.

Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were full of light: "Come here."

Lin Yiyang really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to try to accommodate her, walked to the railing, and squatted down.

Silly girl, it's still live.

"Give me your hand," she said below.

Lin Yiyang hesitated for a moment, but still handed out his hand from the gap between the railings.

Yin Guo immediately embraced his hand with both hands. Her hands were sweaty, from holding the club for too long during the game, and from the joy of winning. She looked at him blushing across the railing.

"It's almost done," he coaxed her in a low voice. "Let's talk about it backstage."

He wanted to go again.

"Just one sentence, wait for me to finish." She hurriedly left him.

Yin Guo thought before the last shot, what to say to him, to make him happy, to make him laugh.

She still remembered his red eyes when he came to the lounge before the game. But when the words came to her lips, she was thin-skinned. She had just been on the field with a club and smashed the Quartet, and she did not hesitate to kill her opponent at this time.

She tiptoed, trying to get herself closer to him, though still across the billboard and railing.

"I won today," she said in a low voice and a smile, "so...this game is for you, myqueen."

Lin Yiyang, although in this arena, I arrived many years later than you. But from today onwards, my glory will be distributed to you, and you will have as much applause as I have.

The winner is the king, today I am the king and you are the queen.

The two looked at each other across the railing.

The two boys behind Lin Yiyang both laughed.

My sister-in-law is so cute. It was completely unimaginable in the past. Brother Yang, who can handle all the provocations on the golf table and let the regional champions who came to provocate him kneel down, can be settled by such a little girl.

"Why don't you laugh?" She didn't hold back, she smiled first and shook his hand.

It's not that I don't laugh, it's that I have never experienced being held in the palm of my hand like this.

There was an unfamiliar warmth flowing frantically in his body, washing his bones and blood, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he was at a loss.

Lin Yiyang pulled out his right hand and slapped her forehead hard, as if smiling, and said in a low voice, "The year I won the championship, you were just in elementary school, no big or small."