In the small ball room near the New York apartment, it was the busiest night.

In the private room of the small ball room, there was a quarrel between a five-year-old girl and a six- or seven-year-old boy.

"Do you know who my father is?" The girl's eyes were round, and her white and tender hands clapped on the edge of the table. "He's the captain of the Chinese pool team and the person in charge of Dongxincheng."

"In the past, your father has already stepped down," the boy patted the little girl's head and repeated a cruel fact mercilessly, "Dongxincheng was built by my father, and I have told you many times."

...

The little girl pursed her lips and ran out. After a while, she brought in a small stool.

She put it down, set it up, ran out again, and after a while, dragged in another public cue. She climbed onto the stool, put the club on the table, and said fiercely, "You tee!"

The boy looked at her helplessly.

The girl is only five years old, and she is not strong enough to play a ball alone, but if she wants to rush through a pool, it is no use.

So every time he has to take the first shot.

Seeing that the girl is so serious, the boy has no choice but to go out and pick a pole that seems to be in his hand. Thinking of being beaten for a while and going to cry again, closed the door in the private room.

...

Outside the private room.

There was a man sitting beside the nine-ball table, playing with a white-haired foreign old man, and the two were chatting with each other. "Aren't you going to see your daughter?" the old man asked.

That person doesn't really matter: "Just kidding."

Every few days, there will be a big quarrel, and if the quarrel is not enough, you will have to learn from each other.

It's become a fixed game.

Outside is the blizzard.

It was hot inside, and someone was still shouting for a cold beer.

Lin Yiyang was sitting on the billiard chair, looking at her watch, wondering if she should go back to the apartment to have a look, why she hasn't woken up yet. As soon as the idea came to him, he saw a small figure at the door, running down the steps, covered in snow, even on his hat. She was afraid that the snow on her body would rub against others, so she gave in all the way and took off her hat.

Immediately looking around the ball room, when he saw Lin Yiyang, he smiled.

When ran over, habitually looked at the small private room, and sure enough, the door was closed again.

"Another quarrel?" She took off her down jacket and put it on the billiard chair.

Two hands were put into Lin Yiyang's sports jacket pockets, and he held them naturally.

Lin Yiyang nodded.

Watching these two fight every day is a good pastime.

Since Lin Yiyang was trapped in Dongxincheng by Jiang Yang, it took seven years to bring Dongxincheng into a new track. When the operation went smoothly, Jiang Yang just announced his retirement.

On the day Jiang Yang retired, Dongxincheng was returned by Lin Yiyang.

Lin Yiyang has no nostalgia at all. According to his own words, it was his duty to fight the fire at the beginning.

When the teacher passed away and Jiang Yang was injured, he temporarily stepped in.

But at the end of the day, he still likes the idle life of Xianyun Yehe, playing volleyball games, teaching fans to play, cultivating new players, and opening a small club that is not profitable. This is the life he seeks.

Because the New York apartment is here, Lin Yiyang finally took down this small ball room.

It is convenient to practice ball.

Sun Zhou followed and moved to New York, and the Washington ballroom was handed over to another person.

Not long after she came in, Sun Zhou made hot coffee and brought it over, and as soon as Yin Guo received it, he heard a loud cry.

Yin Guo almost choked, and smiled unkindly.

Those who didn't know thought it wasn't his own...but it was - I cried every day and was numb.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open.

The little girl in the room dragged the club and came out with tears in her eyes and face: "Dad... He said you couldn't beat his dad since you were a child, so I couldn't beat him... Is that true?"

Lin Yiyang was holding a smart powder and smearing the club head: "Do you believe it?"

The little girl blushed and thought for a few seconds, "I don't believe it."

"You're right if you don't believe me." He smiled.

Yin Guo stuffed the coffee into Lin Yiyang and ran over to wipe her daughter's tears, but she was blocked by her hand. In a way, she really looks like a father... Silently, she wiped her tears with her sweater sleeve, then dragged her club back, crying, "One more game."

After speaking, he slammed the door on his own initiative. Locked his own mother out the door.

Yin Guo looked at the door dumbfounded, then looked back at Lin Yiyang: "Did you do this when you were young?"

Lin Yiyang smiled, acquiescing.

He leaned over, and with a force of his right hand, punched away a diamond that had just been placed.

With a bang, a table full of colored balls smashed open. With the constant sound of pocketing, there were only three balls left in the table. In the end, even nine balls rolled into the bag in front of the old man and fell.

The nine ball is directly pocketed.

Just like the game when Jiang Yang came to New York to meet him.

One tee shot to win the first inning.

That day, the two were still chatting, which country was Yin Guo from, and how did they know each other.

I am still thinking, do I want to send an emoji to chat with her...

Heart knots opened, back on the field, brothers reunited, a lot of things really happened in those two years.

How many years have passed.

He won the game, looked at Yin Guo, who was left out by his daughter and was sitting on the billiard chair and drinking coffee in a depressed voice, and asked the old man in English in a low voice, "Is my wife beautiful?"

The old man nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Lin Yiyang was in a good mood, and took out half of the unfinished dark chocolate from his trouser pocket. After a few bites, the chocolate was finished, and the paper was wrapped into a ball and thrown into the trash can in the corner.

He put the club on the shelf and put the down jacket on Yin Guo: "Take you to dinner."

"I'm going to call them out." Yin Guo was going to call the children.

"They just finished eating," he said.

The child ate early, and just ate pizza and pasta for the two of them, just fed and played in the ball room.

Lin Yiyang hugged her and went out.

Outside the gate, a large piece of snow was falling, and people came and went in a hurry.

There was thick white snow on the roads near and far. Lin Yiyang saw a homeless man sheltering from the snow at the door, smiled and handed out a pack of cigarettes, pointed to the door of the ball room, and said something to escape.

He put Yin Guo's hat on her, took her into his arms with his left arm, and walked with her into the snow. In the snow all over the sky, the street lamps stretched into the distance one by one, illuminating the entire night sky with a dim yellow color.

Yin Guo walked to a pedestrian path and was pulled to the right by Lin Yiyang.

"Why do you have to pull me here every time you walk down the path?" There is no car, and it is not dangerous.

Been here a few times over the winter, always seems to have the impression that he would like to tug himself on the trail. Every time she felt strange, but every time she passed by in a flash, she didn't think about it deeply, and she didn't specifically ask.

Lin Yiyang pointed to the sloping stairs downstairs in the apartment: "I'm afraid you will fall in."

"So you were afraid that I would fall in?"

"What do you think it is?"

...

In Flushing, the first time he did it, he thought he was obsessive-compulsive.

Yin Guo glanced at the snow-covered steps under the apartment, and finally solved a mystery that had been around for many years.

This man, really, if you don't ask, don't tell, can be boring for a lifetime.

How did he catch up with him? Amazing.

Her boots kept stepping on fresh footprints on a layer of fresh snow, following Lin Yiyang's footsteps, he walked slowly, waiting for her. She sighed, turned her head, and smiled at him: "Go to Flushing tomorrow?"

Lin Yiyang nodded: "Okay, go to Flushing."

She smiled happily, that place was very special to herself.

It all started there, that Chinese ball room. It was there that she met the real Lin Yiyang.

It was also snowing that day.