Lin Yiyang pressed her forehead against hers, wanting to say, really shouldn't call you Xiao Guo'er.

Think again, forget it.

He was thinking that if he was the most energetic young boy now, he would definitely take her to bed, strip off all the clothes that bound her, and wantonly fight on the body he longed for. No matter what game he plays, he has already stood at the top, is the king on the field, and his will be hers.

At that age, it is really naive and conceited, strong but fragile.

Yin Guo pursed his lower lip restrainedly and bit down, not knowing what he wanted to do, he made him sore. Lin Yiyang looked at her and arranged her clothes for her.

"It's raining heavily outside, you wait inside, I'll be back in a while," he said.

Yin Guo nodded.

She touched his face, chin, bridge of nose, and finally put her hand around the back of his neck and touched it up. His short hair is hard, and he has obviously trimmed his hair this week, especially when it became very short at the back, and the ends of the hair brushed against her. of fingers and palms. very itchy.

Very... grueling.

Lin Yiyang was soft-hearted by her touch, but in fact, he just wanted to see if there was a better restaurant nearby, and bought dinner for her. He looked at her and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I do not know either……"

The mind is empty, with nothing, and full, with everything.

It was the first time in his life, and he was the first man in his life who had had intimate contact with her.

She suddenly thought of Chengyan, thinking that Lin Yiyang was being chased, and pretended to say casually, "Chengyan is pretty."

"Chengyan?" After waiting for a long time, Lin Yiyang couldn't keep up with the girl's thoughts, "Why do you mention her?"

"I get jealous when I think about it, I don't know why."

haven't been so careful in the past, but when like someone, will become more and more stingy.

He pulled her hand off the back of her neck and held it, trying to say something. But Chengyan really had nothing to do with him, and he didn't know what to say. In the end, I had to smile bitterly and squeeze her hand: "Let's go."

In fact, it's not bad. It's also a kind of emotional enhancement method to see the person you like being jealous of yourself. Anyway, he is a passer-by, and it is harmless, but this jealousy is hard to guard against.

When Lin Yiyang went out to buy food, Yin Guo took apart a piece of soap in the bathroom to wash his hands and face, but he didn't wash his face seriously when he came back from the arena. Light makeup is not very comfortable, but there is no way, the competition has aesthetic requirements.

She felt that the underwear was uncomfortable, so she wiped her hands, unfastened the buckle, and put it on again. Looking in the mirror, I pulled down my neckline and looked at it. The redness was about to subside.

Her face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, and her eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, standing in front of the pool, distracted...

The fingers on the white towel picked up the white thread of a towel, twisted the pulp of the two fingers, and rubbed it subconsciously for a while. Thinking of his face flushing red, he dropped the towel and walked into the empty room.

A large one-shoulder sports backpack sits on the rug by the sofa.

From the night he first met Lin Yiyang, he had this backpack. It seemed that he had never seen any other backpack in the apartment where he lived. Only this black one accompanies him to two cities.

Yin Guo sat in front of the desk, lying on his stomach, looking at his big sports backpack very satisfied.

She held the mobile phone in both hands, thinking that Lin Yiyang deliberately forced herself to ask about the style of play that she was not good at, and she also had the intention to explore his true strength. It just so happened that there were people around him who had played with him in the past, so Wannian, who did not send WeChat to Meng Xiaodong, rarely asked the Wannian big iceberg diligently.

Xiaoguo: Is there anything Lin Yiyang is not good at? on the table?

M: No.

M: There is nothing he is not good at, only if he wants to fight.

so strong...

Meng Xiaodong always seeks truth from facts and will not exaggerate.

Because of this comment, she misses him even more.

Time passed quietly. Yin Guo rested his chin on the tan wooden table, counting the time second by second, guessing where he was and whether it was raining. couldn't help but sent him a WeChat message and complained privately.

Xiaoguo: Quietly speaking, it hurts a bit there.

Lin: ?

Lin: Tap next time.

Lin Yiyang was in the pizza shop, sitting by the window. Waiting for takeout.

His sneakers were almost all wet, and no passerby was spared from the heavy rain. This rainstorm is useless with an umbrella, it's all wet fate. He looked at her avatar in WeChat, and then looked up at the crowd of people running outside, sheltering from the rain.

But somehow, he looked at it and laughed.

After he sent Yin Guo back to his room, he came here.

No. 1000.

It was Li Qingyan who opened the door.

"They are inside." Li Qingyan said.

Lin Yiyang nodded and patted Li Qingyan's shoulder meaningfully: "Two rounds in a while?"

Li Qingyan nodded: "Okay."

He walked across the porch and into the suite door.

There is a large round table inside, which was temporarily moved in. There was a circle of people around the table. In addition to wine, there was wine on the table. Meng Xiaodong and Jiang Yang were the leaders, and the others were chatting and laughing in a low voice. Everyone stopped when they saw Lin Yiyang coming.

"Those who come late, let's make a circle first." Jiang Yang said with a smile, he was wearing a gray shirt with his cuffs rolled up, playing with his half glass of wine.

Lin Yiyang fished out the full bottle of wine and poured it directly into an empty glass. Without a word of nonsense, he drank a glass per person according to the number of people on the table.

When he got to Meng Xiaodong, Meng Xiaodong had to stand up.

Lin Yiyang held Meng Xiaodong's shoulders: "The visitor is a guest, sit well."

He took the initiative to touch the mouth of his cup to Meng Xiaodong's. He raised his head again and drank a glass.

After five glasses of wine, Lin Yiyang took his seat.

The big men at the table looked at each other, and they all remembered the past in the small courtyard of Dongxincheng when they were children, in the summer, they challenged each other with barrels of cold beer. It's really not easy for people to get together after so many years.

As soon as he drank it, an honest child like Chen Anan was the first to fall. A worried child like Wu Wei is the one who is responsible for carrying Chen Anan to the bathroom to vomit. Suddenly, there are two less in the house.

Meng Xiaodong's drinking capacity is very poor. He usually drinks half a cup. Today, he finished one cup, put his head up, and sat there without saying a word.

Jiang Yang leaned forward with a smile and asked, "Xiaodong?"

Meng Xiaodong raised his eyes and shook his head. mean, it's okay.

Jiang Yang slowly filled Meng Xiaodong another cup: "Liu Liu, what do you want to know, take advantage of the cliché now."

Lin Yiyang glanced at Jiang Yang and didn't bother to listen to his teasing.

"You want to ask, my sister's childhood sweetheart? Li Qingyan?" Meng Xiaodong was just dizzy, but he was still awake, "I didn't ask what happened to them. But Yin Guo's parents like him very much."

"Even if it gets better, I'll definitely break up," Meng Xiaodong said casually, rubbing his temples, "but there is someone in Yin Guo's family," he paused, "the referee of your match, he must know about you. past events."

After speaking, he stared at Lin Yiyang and said, "You should know which one I'm talking about."

The room was silent for a moment.

Everyone heard that Meng Xiaodong was talking about the last game of Lin Yiyang's career.

Jiang Yang cleared his throat: "The hawker, get you some hot tea, Brother Xiaodong."

Fan Wen hurriedly agreed and went out.

In this room, only Jiang Yang, Meng Xiaodong and Lin Yiyang were left. In fact, Jiang Yang was joking at first, trying to tease Lin Yiyang, but Meng Xiaodong, the eldest young master, drank too much, and actually pulled out the old things. What was even more unexpected was that Yin Guo's family was actually the referee of that game...the origin was too deep.

The sliding door opened suddenly.

Wu Wei came out with Chen Anan, who had passed out drunk, and threw the drunk on the bed. He walked to the table, picked up his half glass of wine, and took a big gulp: "I'm exhausted." After drinking, he found that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and glanced at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang shook his head and told Wu Wei not to ask.

Lin Yiyang was playing with the cup, and no one saw the emotions in his eyes, whether it was good or bad, whether he still couldn't let go, or was it already calm... He was silent for a while, and put the cup on the table: " Is there a free table?"

Meng Xiaodong replied directly: "I have covered half of the ball room, you can play anything you want."

Jiang Yang said: "Let someone go to Qingtai for you first."

Lin Yiyang waved his hand, meaning: No need.

He left the round table and said to Meng Xiaodong, "The person who invited you to play two games."

"They're going to the Irish Open, so hold on." Jiang Yang told Meng Xiaodong.

"I know." Lin Yi raised his head and went out without looking back.

The outside is more lively than the inside, and there are more people. There are people from Dongxincheng and Beicheng. Except for the quarter-finals, almost all of them are there, some standing and some sitting. Lin Yiyang went out and gave Li Qingyan a gesture.

Li Qingyan waited for him for a long time, left the sofa, and said to Nizi: "Look at Brother Xiaodong inside."

The two of them didn't talk much and went to the ball room.

Not many people here tonight. The high-intensity group stage has just ended, and most of the players are resting. There are only a few tables where hotel guests are playing, not professional players.

Lin Yiyang picked up a public club and pointed to a neglected eight-ball table: "Little eight-ball? Can you play?"

This is a wild way of playing in the billiard hall of Lin Yiyang's hometown. Eight balls are placed in a triangle, and the white ball is the cue ball.

It's all manual yarding. There are no rules and no requirements. After the kickoff, you can play whichever you want, and the last player to score the black eight wins.

For the billiard hall owner, it is so fast that one dollar can be earned quickly in a game;

For the wild children, the game is also won fast, and the game is refreshing.

Li Qingyan and he belonged to the same place, so he naturally knew how to play this way. When he was in elementary school, he often played a game after school.

"I did," Li Qingyan said, "it's very simple."

"I used to play this with people, and the rules were very simple," Lin Yiyang picked up a smart powder from the table, wiped the club head, and said, "Whoever loses, give the opponent a yardage."

"I have no problem. If you can give you a few yards, it is estimated that it will be enough to play in the circle for a few years." Li Qingyan also picked a pole.

Lin Yiyang glanced at him amusingly.

Really want to give this kid a bone.

10 rounds in total.

The two fought for the right to serve in a nine-ball manner. There is no suspense, the right to serve was won by Lin Yiyang in one fell swoop.

Li Qingyan was silent, and placed eight balls in a triangle on the table.

The white ball was placed in the middle of the tee line.

Lin Yiyang carried the club around to the front of the table. He bent down to see the angle he wanted to hit the ball, and wiped the club head with a fine powder again.

He leaned over a second time.

The whole person and the club became a line, including the line of sight where the line of sight fell. The smile on Lin Yiyang's face gradually disappeared, and he entered the state of competition.

The heavy blow, the crisp and huge impact, was louder than the sound on any table in the ball room.

The colorful balls were scattered in an instant, dashed, and rolled towards each bag, one, two... The last eight balls were all pocketed. Not one left.

It's a blowout...

With just one hit, all the goals were scored.

It's not a spectacle, but luck. Li Qingyan also had to run into luck to play this "one-shot blow-up" situation. Of course he hoped it was just a coincidence.

But this is Lin Yiyang's first game, and it's more like a dissappointment.

"It's hard work." Lin Yiyang calmly pointed to the table.

The loser yard the ball.

Li Qingyan had nothing to say, bent down to find the balls in the bags, and used eight balls to make a triangle again.

As soon as the white ball was placed on the tee line, Lin Yiyang suddenly leaned over and gave a heavy blow without a pause. Balls of various colors flew out, one after the other, all scrambling to roll into the pockets. Not one left.

Another blast...

"It's hard work." Lin Yiyang still calmly pointed to the table.

Li Qingyan knew that this was no accident, he became more and more silent, went to take out balls one by one, and put them on the table for Lin Yiyang. In the next ten innings, Li Qingyan yarded the ball and Lin Yiyang hit the ball.

Although it wasn't a one-shot blowout, obviously, Li Qingyan didn't even have a chance to touch the club.

Li Qingyan even had a hint of happiness before the last game, there was no peer here, and he saw that he had been yarding the ball.

Even he had to admit that Lin Yiyang was still merciful to his subordinates. He obviously had the opportunity to greet everyone in room 1000 to come down and watch, but he didn't.

Perhaps this is a face that Lin Yiyang gave to Meng Xiaodong.

A perfect 10:0.

Because of the alcohol, Lin Yiyang's eyes had a bit of the youthful spirit of the past. He propped the club beside the table, with both hands resting there, looking at Li Qingyan across the table and the low table lights.

"I lost." Li Qingyan said, convinced.

Lin Yiyang was actually dizzy for a long time. He drank five cups of spirits of more than forty degrees after entering the door, and then slowly drank two or three cups. At this time, the stamina came up, and after listening to Li Qingyan's words, he smiled.

"Two words for you." Lin Yiyang said.

Li Qingyan looked at him.

"Last time on that table, I saw that you followed Meng Xiaodong's path and trained yourself to hit a ball in 25 seconds? This is a league requirement, but not all open tournaments are like this." Lin Yiyang pointed to the last time he played. 50 ball snooker table.

Li Qingyan was surprised. He didn't expect that Lin Yiyang would see through this short meeting last time.

"It takes 25 seconds for each ball to be played. It consumes your aura," Lin Yiyang told him slowly, "You are a player, not a game machine."

He spoke slowly because he was drunk.

Lin Yiyang already felt that he was going to rest. He needed to drink some hot water or hot tea. It would be best if Yin Guo could go to her door for a walk before going to bed, wanting to see her. But she should be sleeping. She is too tired for three games a day today.

Lin Yiyang made an action subconsciously, because of the heat after being drunk, he wanted to unbutton the two buttons on his neckline. This is a move he has often made in the past when he had to wear a shirt when he was forced to wear a shirt. Maybe it's because had a drink with old brother tonight, maybe because it looks like a table here, which makes people complacent.

In short, his fingers stopped at the neckline of the round-neck short sleeves for two or three seconds. He slowly put down that hand and supported the edge of the table: "There is one more sentence."

He followed up and said, "No matter what kind of relationship you have in the past, you can't catch up with her, or you have caught up with her. That's it."

Lin Yiyang's drunken eyes seemed to be soaked in water. He frowned, and slowly, while he was still awake, he said the last sentence: "Yin Guo is my wife, do you understand?"