During the Snowstorm

Chapter 16: Rolling Red Dust (2)

Chapter 16: Rolling Red Dust (2)

The standard attire for teenagers, young people and men in the club is shirts and trousers. She thought she was already tired of looking at it, but she still wanted to take a second look at his current appearance.

Yin Guo silently pointed to the back of his collar, hinting at him.

Lin Yiyang understood and didn't move.

"The collar is not folded properly," she whispered.

"Where?" he asked in a low voice.

...

Yin Guo went around with his left hand and clicked there, this time he met.

Lin Yiyang understood the meaning, wrapped his right hand around the back of his neck, pinched the periphery of the collar with three fingers and slid it to the plastic button of the neckline, the uneven folds disappeared: "Is it alright?"

"Hmm." She tried to simply understand that she was still talking about shirts.

But it was probably an occupational disease. I noticed that there was no belt on the trousers he was wearing. I wanted to say, otherwise you should go to my brother to borrow one. Forget it, it is not for the competition.

Lin Yiyang stood face to face with her, legs next to each other, and stood for about half a minute before smiling. Turning his head, he went to the trousers in the closet and found a black belt. It was not as high-end as Meng Xiaodong, but it was bought by Wu Wei during a discount. He has broad shoulders and thin waist, barely able to use the last buttonhole, at least his pants won't fall off.

When Yin Guo saw that he was wearing a belt around his waist, he was embarrassed to look again and turned his head to go out.

"Your brother," he explained, stepping out and fastening the front buckle of the belt, "play me two shots. Go and see if you want," he said, "don't want to wait in the apartment, I'll be back later."

Lin Yiyang finally patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go."

He passed her, picked up the coat that he had thrown on the sofa when he entered the door, opened the door of the apartment, hit it with a backhand, and went down the stairs, wondering if he should let that buddy down, or do it for real?

This is an issue that needs serious consideration.

Anyway, it was a few minutes away, and the weather was fine. He didn't wear a jacket, and he carried it in his hand to the outside of the ballroom.

Meng Xiaodong found the ball room on the map and waited for him at the door.

Lin Yiyang didn't talk to him too much and asked for that room. Because Yin Guo had been training all the time, he booked the venue directly from the afternoon to the evening. This was a private greeting from Lin Yiyang. As soon as he appeared, the uncles inside greeted him with great enthusiasm, and even said that your little girlfriend is really working hard and training day after day.

Meng Xiaodong listened in his ears and glanced at him.

Lin Yiyang pretended not to hear anything, closed the door, and pointed to the nine-ball table in front of him: "Play this?"

Meng Xiaodong said: "You should know that I will not play nine goals unless I change careers or retire."

It's a sign of his respect for his project.

Lin Yiyang smiled casually: "I haven't touched the snooker table since I quit the club."

The two exchanged glances, and it seemed that neither would budge.

Lin Yiyang picked up an orange ball on the table, tossed it in his hand, and said, "Wait."

people go out.

Meng Xiaodong leaned against the window to watch the darkening street outside. When I came to the game a few times, I stayed in a specific hotel, with the club people, and the ball room was also reserved. It was relatively large and clean, and it was not noisy or noisy. This kind of small ball room, there are many people drinking outside, many people smoking at the door, noisy, and there is music, really like when I was a child.

After a while, Lin Yiyang came back with a club in his left hand and a cardboard box in his right.

A set of snooker **** is contained in a white-skinned cardboard box. There is only one snooker table here. Not many people play, it is usually empty, and the **** are packed in a cardboard box that used to hold drinks. He dumped all the **** of the cardboard box on the table.

1 white ball, 15 red balls, 6 colored balls, a total of 22.

Afraid of missing something, he pulled the ball with his hands and counted the **** on the table. When I saw a table full of red balls, especially on a blue table that didn't belong to them, I wasn't used to it.

Lin Yiyang condescended to bend over and swing the **** one by one with his hands: "The table of nine **** and the ball of snooker, let's each give in one step."

The nine-ball table is smaller than snooker's, and the pocket is bigger than snooker's. Meng Xiaodong has never played on such a small table, and Lin Yiyang has not played snooker for more than ten years. It's fair to do so.

Lin Yiyang pointed to the outside, meaning: pick a pole.

He knew that Meng Xiaodong didn't bring his own club: "Public, make do."

When he came back, Meng Xiaodong took out a coin from his wallet.

Unlike nine-ball, snooker has no advantage in kick-off. They used to be on the field, and the referee tossed a coin to decide who would tee off first. Lin Yiyang didn't want to flip a coin, and said directly, "The visitor is a guest, you go."

Because he wanted to score points, he called an old man who knew snooker to come in and help them calculate the scores. The old man did not come to this ball room many times and was not familiar with Lin Yiyang, but he recognized Meng Xiaodong as soon as he walked in.

Although this country is not keen on snooker, the description of "the top few in the world" is still very attractive. As soon as the temporary referee whispered, all the people in the ballroom gathered around and watched the game at the door.

Two people, a black shirt and a white shirt, both wore trousers.

Lin Yiyang is a little taller than Meng Xiaodong. Asians are young, and in the eyes of middle-aged uncles, they are like young men in their early twenties.

The first game was Meng Xiaodong's.

Meng Xiaodong has always hit the ball very steadily, and he has been famous for his accuracy since he was a child.

When Lin Yiyang was playing, he was leaning against the billiard chair by the wall, looking at the red **** on the table, he was in a trance for a few moments. These are red **** only available in snooker. , all familiar images flashed through my mind.

He thought that Meng Xiaodong could finish the first round in one shot, and he even asked someone for a cup of hot water to warm his stomach.

Unexpectedly, the eldest young master accidentally missed in this unknown small ball room.

"It's you." Meng Xiaodong said.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he put down the cup, got off the billiard chair, and with a playful spirit that Meng Xiaodong was familiar with, holding the club in one hand and putting the other in his pocket, he leaned over and looked at the table by the light of the table lamp. On all remaining balls: "Want to miss me?"

Meng Xiaodong ignored his ridicule.

The man in the black shirt held the club, circled most of the table, and suddenly leaned over, hitting down a red ball with all his strength and no suspense. He straightened up, pointed his index finger to the black ball at the farthest point, and silently told Meng Xiaodong: I'm going to hit that.

Unlike nine-ball, snooker is based on a scoring system.

To shoot down a red ball first, and then choose a colored ball to play. Every time the colored ball is put into the bag, it must be taken out and put back in its original position. Until the 15 red **** on the table are all pocketed, the colored **** do not need to be taken out, and they are pocketed one by one in order.

1 point for a red ball, 2 points for a yellow ball, 3 points for a green ball, 4 points for a brown ball, 5 points for a blue ball, 6 points for a pink ball, and 7 points for a black ball.

Simply put, if you want to get a high score, you have to keep hitting the colored **** with high scores.

There are also many rules, and points will be deducted if you are not careful.

...

So at this dusk, a once-in-a-lifetime scene appeared in the ball room

Quickly, Lin Yiyang, who likes to play fastball, stopped, allowing people to see the process of his thinking. Except for Meng Xiaodong, outsiders didn't know what he was thinking. He was recalling what the rules of snooker were and how many points these **** were.

Both are masters, and they all entered the game state after three rounds.

Lin Yiyang played faster and faster. He closed in one shot in the fourth round, winning applause and applause from the room. Some people held up beer bottles and shouted "Lin", purely to cheer him on.

However, Lin Yiyang just shrugged, pointed to the corner of the wall outside and said, "I'll have a case of beer."

The remark drew even more cheers.

In the fifth game, it was Meng Xiaodong's turn to tee off.

Lin Yiyang returned to the billiard chair, and the boss's son immediately came over: "Who is he?" The child asked curiously.

"The past" Lin Yiyang paused and said one word slowly, "Brother."

"Professional playing Snow?" the child asked curiously again.

Lin Yiyang nodded.

"The referee said he was in the top five in the world and the prize money was great."

Lin Yiyang was not familiar with the current industry. Jiang Yang used Meng Xiaodong as an example that day to explain the current bonus system to him. Meng Xiaodong ranks fifth in the world so far this season, with a cumulative bonus of more than 600,000 pounds. This year's income is indeed not low.

But that's what happened.

He works harder and finds more options for work. After a few years, it will not be difficult to match Meng Xiaodong, and it should not be shabby to be with Yin Guo.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile: What do you think? Lin Yiyang?

He ran his right hand through the hair in front of his forehead to make himself more awake, took out a few bills from his pocket, handed them to the boss's son, whispered a few words, and asked him to go to the counter to clear the beer money.

The child obediently ran errands, and when he came back, he quietly lay on his shoulders and whispered, "Your girlfriend is outside the door."

Yin Guo?

Lin Yiyang took out his phone and found RedFish.

Lin: here?

RedFish: ...I told him not to tell you. I want to wait until you finish playing.

Lin: It's over.

RedFish: So fast? Who's winning?

Lin::)

He put the phone on the chair, walked over to the pool table, and patted the edge: "Take the ball."

There is no winner or loser in this game.

Meng Xiaodong stood up straight: "Can you be more serious?"

Lin Yiyang leaned there, without any intention of fighting: "Tired."

There is a saying too lazy to say: I came back by train for a few hours, not to play with you.

Lin Yiyang saw that there were three red **** and all the colored **** left on the table. He took the cue and quickly pocketed them one by one. Hit the ball fast, pocket fast, and move fast, no matter what the rules of snooker are, just put them in one by one.

In the end, there were only white **** and black **** left on the table. Just for fun, he leaned down and pressed his chin lightly on the dark brown club. In his sight, there was Yin Guo, who was watching from behind a bunch of rough old men.

He smiled and hit hard

The black ball flew towards the bottom pocket, and after a dull sound, it fell into the pocket.

Meng Xiaodong smiled approvingly as he looked at the unscored white ball in the pocket.

With such a powerful blow, the black ball can easily bounce out, and the white ball can easily be pocketed, but nothing happened. How can you play so well without thousands of practice?

Lin Yiyang is still the same person in the past, pursuing the absolute perfection of every shot and every goal.

Yin Guo didn't know who won.

After everyone dispersed, she went to the door and looked at the scoreboard, which had been wiped clean.

Meng Xiaodong wiped his hands clean, raised his wrist, looked at the silver metal watch on his wrist, and asked Yin Guo, "Are you going back with me? The hotel reserved by the club?"

"No, it's getting dark," Yin Guo said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Meng Xiaodong agreed: "Send me out."

I don't usually have this kind of requirement. I wish everyone in the world would not delay his training. Did he take the wrong medicine today?

Yin Guo muttered secretly and went out with Meng Xiaodong.

Just waiting outside for them to finish the game, the wind had been blowing for a long time, going in and going out a few minutes later, the wind was drilling inward along the neck and collar behind the ear. There was a dining car parked by the roadside in front of the door, displaying a row of red, green, green, yellow and yellow sauce bottles. With the wind, the food posters affixed to the front of the car were tossed to the ground.

A yellow light shines on their faces.

"I'll call you a car," she said to her cousin.

"No, I'll go to the subway." Meng Xiaodong asked for a hot dog before reaching the dining car.

Yin Guo waited by the dark brown wooden door, sheltering from the wind. Today, my cousin is really weird. I can go back to the hotel to eat, but I have to buy hot dogs at the roadside food truck. Not long after, the people in the dining car handed out a freshly made one.

Meng Xiaodong took the hot dog and returned to Yin Guo.

Backstage at the game, there was a girl who blocked Lin Yiyang in the locker room, but she was able to clear it by herself, which is really fresh in my memory. After many years, he and his sister formed a pair, which is also fate.

Meng Xiaodong lowered his head, bit the hot dog, and frowned. He doesn't eat spicy food, and somehow asked someone to add hot sauce, but he couldn't spit it out in front of his sister, so he swallowed hard.

He swallowed the food in his mouth and finally said, "You two, are you going to get married?"

Yin Guo thought she heard it wrong, "Huh?"

"He is very good, and the family conditions are a little worse, mainly because there are no parents. This is not a problem. If your parents are not happy, I will help you settle it."

Yin Guo was stunned by his cousin's straight balls.

Does he have no parents? No, no, why did you mention your parents?

Meng Xiaodong kept saying, "Do your best to kidnap him back to China to get married."

How did you get married? ?

"Brother, you misunderstood!" Yin Guo hurriedly interrupted, "I'm not that level with him!"

Meng Xiaodong smiled.

Yin Guo was guilty of being laughed at by his cousin, but it really wasn't that kind of relationship...

Meng Xiaodong saw her blushing, and touched her bangs: "We have a long career in this industry, and it is not a problem to hit forty with his strength. He is just twenty-seven years old, which is the golden age. A lot of opportunities. Yin Guo, try to persuade him to return to China, you don't know..." How talented he is.

Yin Guo couldn't fully understand Meng Xiaodong's mood.

Back then, they all made their mark in China, and there were a large number of people who practiced and competed together, but now there are not many left. In fact, Meng Xiaodong came here today for another purpose. He wanted to try his basic skills. After ten years of hard work off stage, and a minute on stage, no matter how slack he is, he will not escape Meng Xiaodong's eyes.

Very gratified, Lin Yiyang still loves and can't give up this sport.

It's a pity that Lin Yiyang is not competitive.

He is the person who does not pursue winning or losing. He will be happy if he wins, and he will lose if he loses. What he pursues more is to play brilliantly and brilliantly every game. It is someone like him who can get the best results among the three teenagers. Although the teenage Lin Yiyang has always laughed at himself that his games are purely for money, as soon as he comes on the court, everyone can see that no matter how he hits the ball or his positioning, he is all about playing beautifully and playing happily.

That's how difficult it is. You can't touch him with a slogan like "to win the world number one".

Meng Xiaodong has always been unable to take Lin Yiyang, neither on the field nor in private. He sincerely prayed that a good relationship could change Lin Yiyang. Sincerely.

He rolled up the paper, stopped eating the hot dog in his hand, and repeated, "I must get married."

"Brother!" Yin Guo stomped his feet in embarrassment.

Meng Xiaodong was in a good mood, laughed, found the subway sign, and strode to the next block.

Yin Guo stopped at the door for a while, recalling what his cousin said.

The phone vibrated suddenly, opened it and saw that it was my cousin. The last interaction between the brothers and sisters was the red envelopes that Meng Xiaodong sent during the Chinese New Year.

M: I thought you would find someone more mature, but I didn't expect to like a little white face.

You are the first white face recognized in the circle...

Xiaoguo: We're not together yet, really.

Cousin is not coming back.

"Clap, clack", the slight sound of the lighter snapping.

So light, like falling on the apex of the heart.

She drifted back to consciousness and returned to the ball room. Lin Yiyang put one hand in his trousers pocket diagonally, leaned against the door, playing with a lighter and watching her. Judging from this demeanor, it should be out for a while.

The street in front of the ball room is decorated outdoors. A long walkway was built with rusted scaffolding, and wooden boards hung over their heads. It was dark at this time, the planks blocked the streetlights, and the yellow light hit the feet of the two of them.

The words went round and round on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say it. It was all her cousin's words, and it was also related to marriage... She couldn't even look at him directly. She pretended to be leisurely and began to watch an uncle go to the dining car to buy a hot dog, the yellow mustard sauce bottle was squeezed flat, and spirals were formed around the hot dog's sausage.

Lin Yiyang took the trouble and continued to play with the lighter. waiting for her.

The uncle in front of the dining car left, and there was no one to look at, so Yin Guo had to look at him again. Lin Yiyang smiled, but still didn't speak.

Yin Guo reluctantly walked out from behind the wooden door on the left, went to the two steps below the gate of the ball room, stood in front of him, and said a painless gossip: "You... came back earlier than last week. ."

I just arrived in New York at this time last week, and this week I finished my game and sent my cousin away.

"Want to see you sooner." He closed the lid of the lighter.

There was a lot of laughter in the ballroom, and those people were drinking high. Night falls and nightlife begins.

He was staring at himself, staring, staring.

"The lighter is nice." She continued nonsense.

"Okay," he said.

"yours?"

Lin Yiyang shook his head.

In order to prove his sincerity, Yin Guo simply stretched out his hand to ask for it, meaning: give me a closer look.

Lin Yiyang handed out the lighter, the old silver stainless steel case flickered in the night, he threw his right hand away, and his left hand squeezed Yin Guo's hand.

Someone was laughing, it was the son of the owner of the ballroom who turned around and went in as soon as he came out.

Yin Guo's heart was beating wildly.

On the streets of New York, in the dark, everyone seemed to be watching him hold his hand. The owner of the dining car, the passers-by buying hot dogs, the guests outside the restaurant facing the street, and the people in the ball room... But in fact, no one knows who they are, and no one cares who they are.

Someone was inside, calling "Lin".

She was awakened and wanted to pull back.

He promised, "I won't go in, I'm going to take her to eat." After saying that, the man didn't move, he still leaned against the door and pulled Yin Guo forward, making her stand away Oneself a little closer.

So close that no matter who passes by and sees the two of them, they will not hesitate to think that this is a pair of lovers who are in love.