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, could see two people sitting inside, but 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.

The 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 to eat, to whether her mother would have 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. 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 ball room, Jiang Yang had just taken a shower, and with his upper body naked, he pulled out a prepared letter of intent to buy 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 make the most of it, and you to 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 spot: "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. Just like their teacher He Wenfeng, he has only a reputation and a breeze.

Lin Yiyang and Jiang Yang were young, and they joined the teacher's school when He Lao was in his 60s. 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 in the society for so many years, and all he can think of is these real gold 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 money of more than 1 million pounds, has attracted attention from all over 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 not changed for thousands of years, and a club box and a black suit bag in his right hand, walked into the backstage door.

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 the 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, as well as the newcomers who came out through the qualifiers. Everyone saw Lin Yiyang and greeted them 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, 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?"

"right."

"How do you feel about the first round?"

"It's okay." Lin Yiyang's plan was to say hello and let the elders look at him in a low-profile manner. The goal of the first round was achieved.

Meng Xiaodong nodded: "My aunt is very rigid, similar to Mr. He. What wins or loses won't work for her."

Lin Yiyang knew what Meng Xiaodong meant: "This attitude is normal when I just came back. It can't be said that I have a world ranking now, and I have made a name for myself. Everyone should suddenly change their minds and think that as long as they succeed, they are good people? I don't believe it."

He added: "I believe in the strong prey on the field, and the winner is king, but I don't like this in society."

In the end, if you want to change people's minds, it's useless to say nice things.

Smart people only observe what the people around them do, not listen to what they say.

Lin Yiyang raised his eyes, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, got up, pulled the zipper of the suit jacket to the end, and took out the shirt, trousers, and vest inside.

Take off first and then put on, tie your trousers, and put on the belt.

He remembered that the first time he was back on the field was in an Australian Open qualifier. At that time, Lin Yiyang walked into the backstage, no one knew him, no one greeted him.

Top-ranked players in the world like Jiang Yang and Meng Xiaodong do not need to participate in any qualifiers, and the world will not appear in the gym if they enter the official competition. He traveled long distances in a foreign country, no acquaintances, no opponents, and even the brothers did not even know that he signed up for the preliminaries.

He changed his shirt in the lounge, thinking about who to talk to, and he was going to play.

For the first time in the game after many years, it seems that it must be said to be practical.

All he could think of was Yin Guo.

"It was my first Belgian game and I called your sister in the lounge." He twisted the buttons one by one until the top of his shirt was fastened firmly, "I didn't say where I was, just talked to her. Say - Xiaoguo, I might still want to play."

He also told her that it may not be as simple as he imagined that he hasn't been on the field for many years. The world is changing, the field is changing, and the opponent is also changing. Everything is unknown. Maybe he's making a bad move.

It's safe to go to Duke for a Ph.D. His brother with the best undergraduate relationship, who was a Ph.D. student at Bingfa and an associate professor at Duke, has been waiting for him to pass. The strength of the two is equal, so it is not a big problem to follow the steps and let him follow the path of his senior brother.

Returning to the game is endless.

"She's very happy. I just said that if the fight doesn't go well, the future will be troublesome. Guess what she said?"

"what?"

"She said, it doesn't matter, you can go. When you chased me, you were a poor student, and I was nothing. No matter how bad we were together, we wouldn't be worse than before."

She also told him that I was third in the World Association last year, and no matter how bad it is, you are also the third best boyfriend in the world. The child who was homeless in the city of Blizzard at the time has already played half of the country with a club and told him seriously. She Yin Guo is Lin Yiyang's escape route in life. Go forward, there is someone behind you, Lin Yiyang.

Meng Xiaodong heard a smile in his eyes: "My sister is a treasure, it's your blessing to find her."

Lin Yiyang smiled and said, "Let's go." His facial features were set off by the rigorous shirt and trousers, which made his temperament a little calmer, but obviously, the attitude in his eyes was his.

The two left the lounge, walked side by side into the passage, and entered the arena under the leadership of the staff.

The snooker field is strict and requires absolute silence. In many open competitions, the first requirement is that the audience must turn off their mobile phones. In quietness, applause is restrained. Whether a player gets up, hits the ball, sits down, or sits alone in a chair to think, it is all related to the word "quiet".

In the quiet gymnasium, the attendance rate was as high as 90%.

At this open tournament in their home country, the audience naturally knows more about domestic players, whether it is Meng Xiaodong or Lin Yiyang who suddenly came back is the reason for today's high attendance rate.

The referee, dressed in a slim black suit and white gloves, came to the two with a serious face and shook hands.

A minute later, Lin Yiyang successfully got the right to serve.

Carrying his black club, he slowly walked to the table, the green velvet surface, a different gymnasium, but the same piece of land. This is the first time he has stood on the field of the motherland after his comeback and after more than a dozen competitions.

"Your teacher is here," Meng Xiaodong said in a voice only he could hear, "look north."

He was shocked and looked back.

The stadium is where the lights of the audience are, but he looked at the auditorium from the light, and there was only one old man in his eyes. Thirteen years after the separation, the first meeting between the master and the apprentice was actually here, on this arena.

Lin Yiyang couldn't see the teacher's face clearly, because it was too far, because there were tears in his eyes, because...

The man holding the club tightly, standing like a sculpture in the live footage, finally fell silent and bowed deeply. To the corner that cannot be seen clearly.