Such touching words, uttered by such a charming man, are enough to move people.

It's a pity that he is Lin Yiyang, and the audience's demands of him are more than that.

The female solution also covered her face exaggeratedly: "He's saying, he hasn't succeeded yet?"

...

The male solution also smiled and asked with a heartache: "Lin, you let us down. Last year's most valuable star player still hasn't gotten the love he wants?"

"This will break our hearts for you," the female commentator continued.

Lin Yiyang was amused by their exaggerated performances.

Really, there is no way to take these two explanations.

Because everyone was too familiar with it in the past, they refused to let themselves go, let alone this topic that was suddenly exposed.

Even Sun Zhou and a few students next to Lin Yiyang couldn't help laughing, and asked the boss to tell the truth quickly. Obviously people won't let you go. If this goes on like this, it is estimated that the audience will go crazy.

"Let's put it bluntly," the male commentator simply lost his purpose, "Lin, today's ratings peak is up to you!"

"Yes," the female commentator also agreed, "Those who leave heartlessly must keep something here."

...

The whole audience was also booing, shouting in unison "Tell her, tell her!"

Lin Yiyang was forced to switch the microphone to the other hand again amid the waves of noise.

This is the third time to change hands.

He rarely has this kind of repetitive action. This man, pick up is up, put down is put, one action to the end, the character dictates, there is no unnecessary hesitation. Be cautious today.

"How do you say it?" He looked at the girl in the arena again, and after a long silence, he slowly expressed his feelings for her with a compliment, "She is so perfect, I may have to chase her for the rest of my life."

A moment of silence.

"So, don't worry," he finally looked up at the audience, his eyes under the brim full of smiles, and looked at the fans who supported him, "Look, I'm not in a hurry at all."

...

After the silence, there was another round of applause.

The king of our arena gave him the highest praise from his sweetheart, so frank and so straightforward.

In the picture, Lin Yiyang finally looked at the commentary, meaning: Is it alright?

The male commentator has a very good relationship with Lin Yiyang, and gave him a gesture, which means: Thank you, old friend, for a cup after the game.

Today's heat field makes everyone's blood boil and passion. They can already expect the peak viewing time at this moment.

Former teenager.

In order to watch my brother, in order to buy a few more practice books and play with strangers, I just want to get a high school diploma to give the teacher an explanation. And now, he can sit in the audience at the U.S. Open and tell everyone about his love for a girl.

No one knows his entire experience, any friend around him, no matter how good the relationship is, can only see him in stages. Every stage of his life is irrelevant, jumping, and so are the people around him. All the lonely days, all the days when he was unwilling and wanted to get out of the fog, he came by himself.

After saying this, sitting in this cheering arena, even he himself felt unreal.

Everything today, every step is a deep footprint, including being able to sit here, including being able to be with her.

Lin Yiyang turned off the microphone and returned it to the staff.

The screen cuts back to the arena.

Yin Guo is trying to control his tears. Su Wei hugged Yin Guo with a heavy nasal voice: "Oh my God, I'm crying."

Yin Guo took advantage of Su Wei's effort to hold herself and wiped her tears with the back of her hand: "Don't let go...let me wipe my tears first..."

So in the live broadcast, under the cover of Su Wei, Yin Guo wiped away the tears on her face,

...

Five minutes later, the game officially started.

Yin Guo's eyes were still slightly red, he lifted his club and walked towards his opponent. She proved to everyone the psychological quality of a professional athlete, especially in the hearts of her fans, she is the most perfect "emotion master".

The hot field before the game seemed to have nothing to do with her. Standing by the table, she was calm and surprising.

A perfect shot, the right to serve.

Yin Guo nodded to the opponent who was a head taller than him, then walked to the table and set the white ball.

After five seconds of aiming, there was a loud bang, and the white ball flew out, blasting the table full of colored balls.

Amid the loud explosion of the ball and the powerful collision of the white ball, there was a sudden burst of applause that was even more exciting than before. This Chinese girl hits four balls, including the number nine, with just one shot!

One shot in the first inning.

She is telling the fans at the scene that the Lin you like, the one he likes is King in today's game.

The semifinals of the U.S. Open had the perfect start with Yin Guo's first shot.

There is no suspense for her to enter the semi-finals.

Chen Anan's entry into the semi-finals was surprising.

That night, they took Chen Anan to Red Fish to celebrate.

Chen An'an listened to Lin Yiyang's improvisation in the players rest area, and became very interested in this bar. Nothing special though, just a bar with wooden doors and old handles, American bar and seating, bands, fried chicken wings and onion rings and a variety of cocktails.

The only thing special about this bar is that it is famous for its jazz music, which is passed down by word of mouth in a small circle. But why Yellow was played in a jazz bar that night is also a mystery. Maybe it's because of the blizzard that everyone needs a few old songs with a sunny taste to soothe the nerves.

Yin Guo and Lin Yiyang sat in the same seat as her cousin that night, side by side, you looked at me, and I looked at you.

Chen An'an found a separate seat to avoid needles.

Now, the country has dawned.

She asked her cousin after the game that the game last night was from two to three in the morning in China, so her family hadn't seen it. She also told her cousin to keep it secret... haven't figured out how to make it public, and it's a day if can hide it.

Yin Guo bit the straw and took a small mouthful of juice: "When you say a word, you don't make a sound."

Lin Yiyang asked her back, "What did you say?"

"Tell me about that night," she turned to look at him, "I want to hear the truth."

Ever since she watched Lin Yiyang's interview at the China Open, she had a subversive understanding of him. It's true that he usually doesn't like to talk, and it's true that he has high emotional intelligence, especially his ability to respond on the spot. In such a sudden situation today, he managed to resolve all the "interrogation and torture" in just a dozen seconds of organizing language, which made her have to admire.

But no matter how well the scene was spoken, it was for outsiders to listen to. She wanted to hear something unmodified.

Lin Yiyang put one arm on the edge of the bar and the other behind her waist, and whispered, "It's all true."

Seeing Yin Guo's suspicious eyes, he smiled.

"Come." He pulled her off the seat, pushed open the wooden door of the bar, and stood on the path outside the door.

There are not only them outside, but also some young international students chatting and laughing constantly. In this noisy laughter, Lin Yiyang told her that night: "Jiang Yang was also in the United States that day, and was trapped in the Chicago airport. He and I had a phone call and wanted to meet. At that time, I hung up the phone, and I was in a mess. Just looking for a place to have a drink."

Sometimes think about it, the fate between people is really doomed. Assuming that Jiang Yang arrived in New York smoothly that day, Lin Yiyang and Wu Wei would not come out, and they would not see Yin Guo.

"I got here that day, I didn't come in, I wanted to smoke a cigarette first." He continued where he was that night.

He doesn't have much need for cigarettes, but he wants them when he's in a very good and bad mood.

But it was bad weather of minus 20 degrees outside, with heavy wind and heavy snow. lit a cigarette several times without success. was annoyed, so looked up and saw her in the row of glass windows in front of me. Among the various faces, only Yin Guo in the corner was an Asian face, the same Asian as him.

People are born with a sense of closeness to the same race.

And that day, the wandering feeling in his heart lingered, because Jiang Yang brought back memories of the past, and seeing Yin Guo at that time was like seeing a distant homeland from her.

"Right here," Lin Yiyang pointed to the window, "I watched you for three or four minutes."

Seeing her looking up angrily, seeing the blizzard blowing off the branches, seeing her sullenly tapping her fingers on the glass, seeing her surprised eyes when the branches fell and hit the car...

At that time, he wanted to push the door and go in, and asked her: little girl, what is there to worry about? Blizzard will always pass.

"I really want to go in, I want to invite you for a drink, I want to meet you, get your contact information, and I want to send you to the hotel safely," he said with a smile. "It's all the truth."

Yin Guo followed his description, changed his perspective, and also looked at the small corner where he used to call in the bar.

It seemed that I saw myself the most helpless and depressed that day.

What's so attractive, not taking a bath for a few days, hanging around the airport... just thinking about it makes me terribly embarrassed.

But no matter how embarrassed Yin Guo was that day, he had an unfamiliar attraction to Lin Yiyang.

But it turned out that the attraction was only for him. Wu Wei met Yin Guo together with him, and only commented that the little girl was very sweet, and had no more thoughts. And Wu Wei was nervous every time he saw the Japanese girl in the ramen restaurant, and Lin Yiyang also thought that the Japanese girl was cute, so that's it.

If it was Lin Lin who called here that day, she would probably be cursing with a stern face. The first time Lin Yiyang saw this scene, he must have thought—let’s change the place. But if the person passing by was Meng Xiaodong, seeing Lin Lin would be another result.

In fact, no one can tell.

If it weren't for you, there would be no active approach, no worries, and no complete chaos. If it wasn't for you, no matter how perfect or excellent it was, it had nothing to do with me.

In other words, the word love is originally specific to the person you are.

That night, Yin Guo slept until midnight and heard the phone ringing, which belonged to Lin Yiyang.

He went out to answer the phone.

The call was short, and after a while, Lin Yiyang returned to the bed in the dark. The lamp was off, Yin Guo's face had the temperature of his face, and his voice was very low: "Sun Zhou is looking for me, I want to go back to the ballroom. I won't be able to catch your game tomorrow."

Yin Guo said "um" in distress, and watched him wearing clothes through the blurred outdoor light source. Lin Yiyang is usually a quick person, even when he wears clothes, but tonight every movement is very slow, so slow that there is no sound.

Again conscious, he is no longer in the room.

There was still the body temperature left by Lin Yiyang in the quilt, she got into his half, smelled his smell in the pillow, and slept more deeply.

In the semi-final the next day, Yin Guo played heartily and was very enjoyable.

In the Chinese lounge, everyone was congratulating her for winning the semi-finals, and by the way, they wished her a smooth emotional development. Yin Guo's face was warmed by the congratulations, she found the club box in the corner, and wiped the club with a cloth.

Beside her, a senior sister who was about to play took her arm: "Chen Anan has retired."

"Retire?" She didn't know.

Yin Guo left early in the morning and did not meet Chen Anan. The women's team is ahead and the men's team is behind, so she couldn't hear the news during the match...

Senior Sister said again, "Only one player from today's game is left in Dongxincheng, and the rest are gone."

Anxiety hits my mind.

Yin Guo put the club down and ran out to find the coach to get his phone back.

power on. He entered the password in a panic, and found Lin Yiyang.

The phone couldn't get through.

Yin Guo forced himself to calm down and found his WeChat.

Fruit in the forest: What happened? Chen Anan retired?

She was standing in the corridor with a resting event commentator walking over. When she saw her, she greeted her warmly, "Congratulations."

Yin Guo hurriedly smiled: "Thank you."

Suddenly, WeChat has an echo.

Lin: The game is over?

Lin Liguo: Yes, it's over, I entered the finals. Are you in Washington? Did you know that Chen Anan retired?

Lin: know.

Lin: My teacher passed away.