In the rest area, everyone saw Lin Yiyang in such a state.

He wanted to eat some fruit, but found that the fruit plate was already empty. He hung his hand in the air for two seconds, and took a small bunch of grapes from the nearest Chen An'an.

"It's almost there," he looked at everyone, "Is there anything else?"

Everyone looked at him.

Heart said, didn't you call us here?

Of course, Lin Lin will give people steps: "I have a small matter, the nine-ball world championship is about to start."

Lin Yiyang nodded, of course he knew that Yin Guo was going.

"Leave on Thursday, go a week earlier." Lin Lin said again.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this.

Lin Yiyang nodded again, and threw the grapes back into the fruit bowl: "Okay, scattered."

As soon as he walked out of the main building, Lin Yiyang finally figured out what was wrong and asked Lin Lin, "Leave this Thursday?"

"Yes." Lin Lin went down the stairs and flashed.

Lin Yiyang was still pondering the news there—that is to say, the matter of going to Yin Guo's house for dinner this week was completely over.

Everyone didn't know Lin Yiyang's complex psychological activities, and they all picked up the car and went home.

Lin Yiyang was at the door of the building, watching the brothers' cars drive away from the iron gate one by one, still thinking about eating. received another message from Yin Guo on the phone.

Lin Li Guo: My grandmother has been living in my house and never goes out. Let me know when it is convenient for you.

Lin Yiyang looked at the words on the phone screen and smiled.

Stupid girl, don't know anything yet.

Yin Guo found that Lin Yiyang had not returned.

Still busy?

Fruit in the forest: Let's talk when you're done.

This time it's back in seconds...

Lin: I'm going to die in the championship on Thursday, I don't know yet?

Yin Guo was stunned for a while, but when she realized it, Lin Lin should have got the first-hand information. After all, she was from the coaching staff.

Although today is Monday, it would not be a big problem to arrange meals for these two days, but Lin Yiyang's mood was at its lowest, and she was reluctant to let him entertain anyone. These days are too special for him.

Fruit in the forest: Then wait for me to come back, in two weeks.

He did not return immediately.

Half a minute later, Lin Yiyang sent a voice invitation.

Lin Yiyang returned to the office, turned off the lights, poured a cup of hot water and placed it on the coffee table.

The phone is turned on hands-free and put it by your side.

He sat on the leather sofa with his legs folded over the edge of the coffee table. Thinking that when the teacher was there in the past, I often sat in this position in this sitting position.

have been so busy these days that don't have time to think about self, and don't even have time to be sad.

Things are done one by one, and the plans come one after another, and the chain cannot be broken for each one. He can't make people think that the teacher and Jiang Yang have bad vision. After all, Lin Yiyang has quit for more than ten years and needs to convince the public.

After being busy until now, people feel empty. After all, it is the death of the teacher, and it is completely impossible to relieve God in a short period of time.

Although he turned on his voice, he didn't say a few words.

"Do you want me to chat with you?" Yin Guo asked him over there, "I still want to connect and want me to accompany you?"

She is someone who knows herself and knows the company he needs, not the comfort of words superimposed.

Lin Yiyang said in a low voice, "You can say whatever you want."

It was too quiet here, there was no dormitory in the main building, and he was the only one left in the whole building. He wanted to hear her speak.

The two have a tacit understanding that has been cultivated by a year-long exotic love, and often talk to each other in the evening. So Yin Guo was very used to getting along like this. On the other side of the phone, while packing his luggage and house, he was gossiping with him.

It's all the trivial things of life.

He is listening to her.

Thinking of that year, choked a few words for An An and the coaches, hid here to sleep, and was woken up by the teacher's coat the next day. Before opening eyes, heard the teacher say: In the future, learn how to deal with people, don't choke when you open your mouth. The body is not afraid of crooked shadows, but afraid of people opening their mouths, people's words are terrifying.

...

"The day my parents left," he said suddenly, "I didn't cry at the memorial service. I don't know why, but I didn't want to cry. My brother cried a lot. My relatives talked about me behind my back. year."

On the other side of the phone, she stopped talking and stopped.

"Does it seem strange to you to look at me today?" he asked in a low voice.

She saw it then. All family members and apprentices, he stood last. Everyone was crying when they shook hands, except for his most favored little apprentice, he was the only one who was calm.

She can notice, and others will notice.

Hearing Lin Yiyang's question, she was a little worried, afraid that she would talk about it behind her back. If it sounds good, it is too much sadness, but if it sounds bad, anything is possible.

"No," Yin Guo said softly, "I don't think so. My mother is very particular about these things, and she didn't say anything about you."

There was no answer on the phone.

After a while, I heard him say, "Go to sleep, I'll see you off on Thursday."

Yin Guo was waiting for him to hang up.

The connection has been unblocked, and he did not hang up.

She had just taken advantage of chatting with him, and had finished washing up early, and now she had burrowed into the thin air-conditioned quilt, resting her arm on her arm, and was beside the pillow with the speaker on. She turned off the light, lay down on the pillow, and fell asleep.

didn't sleep well that night. woke up several times, and the connection was still open. At four o'clock, there seemed to be a police car or a fire truck driving over there, which woke her up. wanted to call him, but didn't. When opened eyes again, saw sunlight on the curtains, it was dawn.

The call duration is 6:27:34, and it has not been disconnected.

"...Lin Yiyang?" She closed her eyes, murmured, and called him.

"Awake?" It seemed to be in his ear, and there seemed to be the sound of his breathing.

With heavy sleepiness, she made a soft "um" sound.

"Hang up, you go to sleep."

"Well, I want you to kiss me," she said softly.

This is what she would occasionally say, the little pleasures that have developed between foreigners in the past.

He replied, "Dear."

Yin Guo seemed to have really been kissed, so she hugged the air-conditioning quilt in front of her with satisfaction, and smiled.

The call ended silently, stopping at 6:28:19.

After Lin Yiyang finished washing up, he went to the cafeteria to eat. He just finished his meal and found an empty table for four people. He just sat down, and the remaining three seats were also filled. They were three old coaches.

Lin Yiyang took a break and opened a bun and ate, waiting for the coaches to speak.

"Xiao Liu," Fan Wencang's teacher took the lead, "your plan is still simple. If you send thirty, will it be too many?" Only three of Dongxincheng can enter the snooker world ranking. List, sending 30 is simply burning money.

Lin Yiyang nodded. As if agreeing.

"That's right," he said.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"But if you really have to worry about everything, there will be no Dongxincheng in those days," he asked humbly, "Are you right?"

None of the first batch of students who came out of Dongxincheng were famous. Even Elder He only received two highly qualified apprentices in his sixties. He talked about the origin of Dongxincheng in one sentence, and it was difficult for everyone to talk about it.

"Then it's about running the game," Coach Xin cut to the next topic, "I know you are like your teacher and have great ambitions. But I think, let's do our home well first."

Lin Yiyang took a mouthful of white porridge and nodded again. It seems to agree.

"You're right, Dongxincheng will always come first," he said.

People saw hope.

"But the thing that benefits us is ourselves. As long as the industry rises, your status is completely different from what it is now."

Coach Xin shook his head: "I'm old, so I don't care about that."

Lin Yiyang smiled: "You don't care, think about our children."

He didn't wait for the other party to answer, and added: "Snooker aside, look at the women's nine-ball rankings, how proud are Chinese girls? But no one knows, no one wants to know, Nobody cares."

"I don't want our kids to go out in the future and say it's billiards, and no one will answer," he finally said. "I want to see them step on the arena one day, and the seats are full. I think they won the championship, and everyone cheers. But now What? Apart from the coach, there are not many spectators in the auditorium."

Coach Xin sighed: "But everyone knows that the bottleneck of the industry lies in unpopularity, not the Olympics, and the Asian Games are gone. The state's support is definitely not enough."

Lin Yiyang finished eating the rest of the buns, pondered for a while, and said as usual, "You are right."

The old coaches were dumbfounded.

Coach Xin said: "Liu, you don't have to be right at the beginning, let's speak directly."

He bowed his head and drank the porridge after a few sips: "There were Olympic Games in 1896, and table tennis did not enter the Olympics until 1988. Every sport is growing slowly. Billiards associations in various countries are applying. There will always be bread," He put his unopened bottled milk among several old coaches, "There will be milk too."

Lin Yiyang left, put the dinner plate in the recycling area, and walked through the group of players, heading towards the early morning sunlight.

Everyone was in a daze—is this still the crazy kid who shaved his head every day, fought with people and made fun of him when he didn’t have anything to do, and didn’t pay attention to anyone he saw?

Several old coaches couldn't convince Lin Yiyang, and they were still worried, so they went to Jiang Yang's hospital in the name of "visiting a doctor".

Jiang Yang just cut his arm with a knife, and hung his plastered right arm around his neck with a white cloth, looking very bad.

He leaned against the corner of the sofa with all his strength, and said unsteadily, "You know what kind of temper my little junior brother has. He needs to be ranked and his bonus is higher than mine, just like Xianyun Yehe, if he hadn't trapped him with emotion, He won't come back," Jiang Yang coughed twice, about to pour tea for the old coaches, "Come on, I'll pour you a cup of tea to calm down."

He appeared to be recovering "very badly", and the teapot was struggling to be lifted, and the coaches hurriedly took it over.

I saw Jiang Yang sighing leisurely there again: "I really can't carry this injury with me."

It's true, and it's endlessly sad.

The old coaches went back for a total.

What else can be done? Lin Yiyang could only be left to toss. This is the apprentice of Lao He's relatives and the most orthodox successor of Dongxin City.

Within a week, the backbones of the younger generation expressed their support for Lin Yiyang with their actions.

Some of the most profitable players in Dongxincheng even increased their club's commission from 20% to 50%. Including Lin Yiyang, who is now the most profitable in Dongxincheng. In this way, it can be considered to block the mouths of Youyou.

two weeks later.

Jiang Yang was discharged from the hospital and was taken to his ballroom by Lin Yiyang.

Jiang Yang's surgery was successful and he recovered quickly.

Apart from the fact that he is more cowardly when his arm falls on his neck, he is still an old handsome guy who can count people on the field, and it is not a problem to go out and fall in love with a girl.

That day was purely a pretence to show weakness.

Lin Yiyang asked Sun Yao to make a pot of coffee and bring it over, and the two sat on the sofa in the lounge area chatting.

"People like to play chess steadily when they are old. You scared the old coaches at first." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Lin Yiyang did not speak.

In the past week, he has almost finished saying what he hadn't said enough in the first half of his life.

Jiang Yang took a sip of coffee and sipped it slowly, enjoying the hard-won leisure: "Are you flying back today?"

Lin Yiyang acquiesced.

"Then why don't you pick it up?" Jiang Yang was simply looking for something to say.

Lin Yiyang glanced at him with a look of "You think I can't read my watch".

He walked to the far right of the club rack, picked up a club, and dipped it in his hand, trying to practice his hands. Don't want to bother to yard the ball, use the club to swipe the red balls on the table and let them spread freely

In the end, a black and white ball was placed.

"Seriously, it's good news," Jiang Yang took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, did not light it, played in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and spoke very slowly, as if he was trying to sell a word, "This year's In the Asian Games, there is billiards."

Lin Yiyang, who was about to hit the ball, stopped his hand for three or four seconds.

Since the 2010 Guangzhou Asian Games, billiards have never been able to enter such a large-scale comprehensive event. How long has it been cancelled? He almost forgot the time.

"I thought you forgot what we said when we were young." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Lin Yiyang didn't answer. He stared at the only black ball among the many red balls, hit a beautiful curve ball, hit the black ball at a very tricky angle, and successfully pocketed.

He has retired for many years, and even if he comes back, he still looks down on the world rankings, but he will not forget this.

This is what first takes root in the heart.

Every child who has been involved in sports since childhood has had such an experience. Parents or coaches will take them when they were young, pointing to the Asian Games and the Olympic Games on TV, and let you watch the national flag rise again and again. You ignite your fighting spirit and imagine that you will stand in the same arena in the future and become the next hero of the arena.

He and Jiang Yang were like this when they were young, and they saw it in the teacher's office. This was their original dream.

No bonus, no ranking.

Thousands of children from a few years old are day after day, year after year, training, injuring and competing non-stop. A few years old, this is the initial age of an athlete, after that, this is the only thing in the first half of his life.

But there were only three seats on the podium, and there was only that one seat where the national anthem could be played.

As an athlete, even if it is an unpopular event that has been cancelled by the Asian Games for many years, who does not want to stick the national flag on his chest and win the championship for his motherland?

Even if there is only one chance.

Give this generation of billiard players a chance to fight for the honor of the motherland.