During the Snowstorm

Yin Guo's training is for this year's 9-ball World Championship.

A total of more than 30 players participated in the training, and several national team coaches also arrived. Lin Lin was stationed at the base as a sparring trainer.

Lin Yiyang sent her to the gate of the base.

In order to make it easier for the two to talk, the fire was turned off. From the front windshield, I could see two people sitting inside, but I couldn't see who it was. Lin Lin just drove across the road and drove into the base right in front of him.

Lin Yiyang's car has never been issued a license plate, and has never crossed the road. Naturally, Lin Lin had never seen it before, and would not take a second look here.

He wanted to turn on the high beam to shine a light on Lin Lin, chat with her, and think about it.

"Why didn't you call her?" Yin Guo was in the car, pulling up his long hair.

He didn't care much: "It's not that he will disappear in the future."

Speaking of his friends who have grown up since childhood, she is really envious: "You guys have such a good relationship, you are like brothers and sisters. Beicheng is completely club-style management, the survival of the fittest, the students too, and the coaches too."

Lin Yiyang smiled and said nothing. He habitually touched the back of her neck, where there was broken hair, and the skin was tender and felt good.

She was tickled by him, she pushed his hand away, and he was all reflected in her black pupils: "Lin Yiyang?"

He agreed.

The car was off and the air conditioner was gone.

The air is not flowing, naturally, the unique atmosphere of the two people is much richer.

"It seems that after marriage, there will be a lot of quarrels." She thought of her ex-sister-in-law.

My sister-in-law was confinement at home, Yin Guo was just on winter vacation, and she was unhappy all month, from who changed diapers, what brand of milk powder she was taking, to whether her mother wanted to work in the future, and so on. The sister-in-law is financially independent, and people are also independent. The divorce agreement is written in the confinement period, the child is taken away, and the marriage is remarried within a year.

Yin Guo was surrounded by a book of divorce and remarriage.

Lin Yiyang replied, "People are different."

"What if we don't get married all the time?" she thought. "If we have a good relationship, we can be together. If we don't have a good relationship, marriage is useless."

In the past, when there was no Lin Yiyang, she had thought like this, playing ball, competing, traveling, having a boyfriend to accompany each other, being able to have her own busy affairs just like herself, and not to interfere with her games and training.

Especially looking at the family's opinion of him, she didn't want him to run into the wall all the time. As long as he didn't get married, the family couldn't actually control it.

Lin Yiyang held the steering wheel with his left hand, and the light of the street lamp dyed his short hair a layer of light. He looked as though he was seriously considering her words, but suddenly pulled her wrists up to her waist, pressing them under the waistline.

The light inside the car was very dim, but Yin Guo was still blushed by him, and wanted to pull his hand, but was pressed even tighter.

"What have you seen here?" Lin Yiyang said with a low laugh, "If I want it or not, you have the final say."

Outside the window, the light from the streetlights shone through the front windshield.

He was on the steering wheel with one hand and her hand with the other, looking at her on her left in the light outside the car. I didn't let her go for a long time.

The training time is long, and after this release, no one will be seen for at least two weeks.

Yin Guo couldn't bear him either, but they were all at the gate, where cars and people came and went, all of which were Jiuqiu's acquaintances. How bad it is to be seen by others, I am even more afraid of spreading it to the ears of my family.

"It's gone," she said.

"Just a moment," he said. "Two minutes."

***

When Lin Yiyang returned to his ballroom, Jiang Yang had just taken a shower, and with his upper body naked, he pulled out a prepared letter of intent to purchase a house and threw it on the green table: "Look at it."

"Didn't you see it?" He had seen the electronic file before he came back.

"After all, it's a big deal, look at it again," Jiang Yang put the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at him with his eyes behind the glasses, "According to what I mean, it's better for me to take the lead, and you should be less."

Lin Yiyang rested on the flannel table with one hand, and waved at him with the other hand: "Brothers will settle accounts."

Jiang Yang smiled: "You and I are more kissable than a mother's."

"It's even more important to settle accounts clearly. There can't be any impurities that affect the relationship," Lin Yiyang flipped through the agreement. "They're all adults. You should know this better than anyone else. Good friends don't touch money, and they don't do it well. friend."

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Yang sighed sincerely: "It's different, little junior brother, it's really different from when I was a kid."

Lin Yiyang took out the pen from Jiang Yang's hand, turned to the last page of the contract, and pointed to a place: "Here?"

"Yes, in six copies, all of which must be signed."

"Bring it here," he said.

He happily signed all of them, and the six contracts were stacked together and pushed to Jiang Yang.

Under the lamp, there was a stack of letters of intent to buy a house between the two, a belated gift from the six apprentices to the teacher. Lin Yiyang has five senior brothers. The first four did not meet the good times, and they retired before they became successful and the industry developed. Like their teacher He Wenfeng, they are only famous and have no wind in their sleeves.

Lin Yiyang and Jiang Yang were young, and they joined the teacher's school when He Lao was in his sixties. They were fortunate to catch up with the development of the times and the explosion of the industry economy. Therefore, under the leadership of Lin Yiyang and Jiang Yang, the two younger ones paid half of the house price, and the four senior brothers were witnesses and bought the house. I am going to give it to my teacher in the name of six brothers and sisters after the China Open.

He entered Dongxincheng in the second grade, and the skills from being a man to playing ball were inherited from He Wenfeng. No amount of entanglements can compare to Shi En. A man who is almost twenty-nine years old, wants to repay, the teacher is old, and he is already at the age of no desire and no desire. He has been ups and downs in the society for so many years, and all he can think of is these real money and silver things, although vulgar but real.

Of course, with the temper of the teacher, how to send it would be a problem. With Jiang Yang there, there is always a way.

Lin Yiyang put his hands on both sides of the table, looking at the stack of papers in front of him, thinking that if he hadn't left here that year, this matter could have been completed at least five years earlier.

…

It is said that life can be waited, in fact, the years are ruthless.

"What do you think?" Jiang Yang asked.

Lin Yiyang chose the easiest words to send the other party: "It's time to take care of yourself and get down to business."

***

Snooker's China Open kicked off in April.

After the reform of the snooker system, there are as many as 20 world-class professional tournaments this year.

This year's China Open, with a total prize pool of more than 1 million pounds, has attracted attention from around the world, as well as star players from all over the world.

At the beginning of this month, the public's attention was also focused on China.

By convention, the top 16 star players in the world will automatically enter the main competition without participating in the qualifiers.

Therefore, Lin Yiyang did not appear until the day of the race.

In the backstage of the Olympic Stadium, a tall and thin Chinese man with a short head, carrying a black sports bag that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, walked into the backstage door with a club box and a black suit bag in his right hand.

When several European and American players nearby saw him, they all waved enthusiastically: "Hi, Lin."

For the past year, he has appeared backstage in perpetually black casual attire, or at best in summer, stripped of his black coat to reveal a simple white T-shirt. Like to wear colored shoes, dark red, white, dark blue and so on.

This outfit is indeed like an athlete, but not like a world master playing gentleman's game.

He passed by several lounges, and finally stopped at the Chinese players' lounge, pressed the silver metal handrail, and pushed open the door. That door belongs to the lounge of the players of the China Open.

Several of the men inside were changing clothes or resting on chairs.

There were the top 16 players and the newcomers who came out through the qualifiers. Everyone greeted Lin Yiyang warmly. Lin Yiyang nodded, passed through the crowd, found his own seat, put down the club box, and hung the suit bag with the competition uniform on the hanger.

He took out his mobile phone, opened an extremely boring game, and played casually to pass the time.

By the way, waiting for the opponent in the first round of the group stage - Meng Xiaodong.

It's really beautiful, the first game back is the old opponent.

Meng Xiaodong just came back from the bathroom. He was wearing trousers, a white shirt, and a full set of slim waistcoats. There were a lot of them. He had not tied his bow tie yet, and was sitting on the table, waiting to play.

Meng Xiaodong found his thermos cup and drank hot tea to moisten his throat: "Did you meet Yin Guo's family two days ago?"

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