During the Snowstorm

Chapter 44: When glory returns (3)

Chapter 44: When glory returns (3)

After five days, Lin Yiyang scored a perfect score of 147 again.

He had the third full stroke of his career, in the same Open. The brief interval ignited the enthusiasm of the fans, including those who did not pay attention to snooker, and also brushed up one topic after another about Lin Yiyang.

In the first year of returning to the local arena, he set new records with amazing results.

Meng Xiaodong and Jiang Yang also made great progress all the way, leading the newcomers to the best results of local players in this China Open, and presented one after another wonderful moment for the Chinese audience at home.

In the end, Meng Xiaodong and Jiang Yang stopped in the semi-finals, and Lin Yiyang entered the finals.

Yin Guo thought he could make it to the finals, but the 9-Ball Association temporarily decided to extend the training time. In other words, this time Lin Yiyang returned to the motherland for the first open competition, and she missed the whole process.

On the day of the final, the training camp was over.

Yin Guo didn't have time to go home. After the mobilization meeting of the World Championships, he was about to fly to the US Open.

She sat in the first row, facing the leaders of the Sports Bureau, one of them was her own mother, she really didn't dare to do any extra moves, and she couldn't see the time...

The heart has been hanging, hanging high.

After the leader's speech, everyone stood up and applauded. Yin Guo stood up immediately and drummed more vigorously than anyone else. No one present was looking forward to the end of the mobilization meeting more than her.

"Okay, everyone, let's disband and go to rest," the kind-faced association president told everyone, "a lot of people are going to the airport in the afternoon, so I won't say more."

The crowd disbanded.

Yin Guo saw that her mother didn't have time to pay attention to herself. She walked out of the crowd and walked quickly. As soon as she went out, she ran up the stairs directly to the first floor, and took out her mobile phone as she ran.

There is no need to swipe the web page at all, WeChat explodes directly.

Everyone was sending messages to her, including Zheng Yi and her cousin Meng Xiaotian, but she didn't dare to click on any of them.

The window on the second floor was open, and the wind was blowing on her face, but it couldn't dissipate the heat on her cheeks.

Suddenly, a new message popped up.

Lin: No congratulations to me?

The heart contracted violently.

She covered her mouth, tears of joy rushing out of her eyes, and without a second, they all rushed out and flowed into her fingers. He won the championship, Lin Yiyang won the championship, he won the China Open Championship!

Yin Guo was afraid of being seen and heard by the leaders passing by on the first floor, so he hid by the wall and pressed his right shoulder against the wall, trying to control his emotions. At the moment when the leaders downstairs walked out of the gate with a smile, Lin Yiyang sent a WeChat message again.

Lin: I miss you.

She held the phone and cried like a fool. After winning the championship, after lifting the trophy, he was talking about missing her.

This is more moving than any provocative sentence.

This big idiot never knew how to be emotional, and he always used the most simple, sincere words and things to let you know how much he cares about you.

***

In the stadium, the audience has dispersed.

The man who took the championship trophy sat in the first row on the north side, with the trophy on a seat beside him, his suit and waistcoat taken off, next to the trophy. He rested his arms on the backs of the chairs on the left and right, leaning there, watching the empty arena in relaxation.

The green table is in the middle of the field.

"Why are you sitting by yourself?" Jiang Yang asked behind him.

"Tired." He didn't bother to say another word.

"Didn't you call your girlfriend?" the man behind him asked again.

Lin Yiyang held the phone in his right hand, and was also waiting for Yin Guo's reply: "In the afternoon, their mobilization meeting is from the World Championships."

Before he finished speaking, the WeChat alert sounded, followed by countless messages.

Countless [love hearts] are swiping the screen.

Lin Liguo: I didn't expect that you could really win this championship...

Fruit in the forest: You are the best.

Fruit in the forest: It's really like a dream.

Fruit in the forest: It's silly to cry, let me slow down...

It's another bunch of [love] emojis that keep posting.

Lin Yiyang was smiling while watching the screen of her mobile phone, imagining her crying while posting this.

There was laughter behind him, more than one person.

He looked back and saw that everyone in Dongxincheng, from big to small, from this generation to the next generation, was standing lightly, and there was no movement at all. When Lin Yiyang discovered this, they all laughed and called "Uncle Six" and "Brother Six"...

For a time, the north stand was lively.

Lin Yiyang looked at them funny, got up, pointed to the trophy, and said to Jiang Yang, "Help me get it back."

After he finished speaking, he supported the railing with his hands, jumped from the stand, landed his feet on the floor, and walked away without looking back. He was 13 years old when he won his first national championship, and it was also celebrated that way. Turning down the stands, taking off his suit and vest, wearing a shirt of cheap fabrics and ill-fitting trousers, he walked through the winning arena.

Jiang Yang rested his hands on the railing and looked at his back.

The young man in the past walked fast, and now the man also walks fast, but the former is more energetic, and the latter is more calm and powerful.

***

The coach of the club completed the registration procedures for everyone, and after leaving the customs, everyone disbanded in place.

All went to the duty-free shop to buy.

Yin Guo was resting in the corner of a row of seats near the boarding gate, the innermost one.

In WeChat, Zheng Yi sent a message.

Zheng Yi: You're a good man, and you're swiping the screen.

Zheng Yi is still an outsider in the circle, and her circle of friends is the one who swiped the screen.

Yin Guo was drinking a drink, thinking about where the others were.

As if it was a telepathy, a man's hand pressed down on his shoulder after a while: "Wait in a hurry?"

Hearing Lin Yiyang's words, she finally calmed down.

She looked around, especially the duty-free shop, to see where her teammates were.

"Come here, go around first." She pulled his wrist.

Lin Yiyang was pulled by her and went around from the back row to the front. I didn't change my formal clothes on the field in the morning. The trousers, black leather shoes and white shirt came directly, but the collar of the shirt was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up a little to neutralize the too serious dress.

He sat beside her, and before he could sit still, Yin Guo stuffed a black mask in his hand: "Put this on first."

Lin Yiyang looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief: "What are you doing?"

"Hurry up and put it on," she urged in a low voice. "There are a lot of people on this plane."

He is in the limelight today, and the star player who just won the China Open championship is being swiped online.

There will be many colleagues flying to the United States to participate in the 9-Ball Open at this gate for a while. Last year, there were not many registrations, but this year, there are many newcomers, and many of them did not see him in the lounge last year. Although some people in the Beicheng Club will secretly spread that Lin Yiyang is a junior sister, it is still too dazzling to be so blatantly accompanying him as a family member.

Lin Yiyang turned the mask over and over in his hand to look at it for a long time, but with a helpless smile, he chose to put it on, blocking the lower half of his face, just to hide his ears. Covering the lower half of his face, he stared at her.

The two hadn't seen each other for a whole month, and it was inevitable that they wanted to look at each other a few more times, but only showing their eyes was more like a secret expression.

"My mother told me today that Mr. He called her a few times to catch up, all talking about you." She whispered.

"Teacher is very happy to hear Jiang Yang talk about your relationship with me," he said. "I will definitely take you home when I have time."

His voice was blocked by the mask and lowered a few degrees.

"Go to your teacher's house?" She was surprised.

"Yes," he didn't feel anything, "I can't go outside either, because I'm old, it's inconvenient to move around."

"No, I don't want to go outside," she explained her surprise. "Since I was ten years old, I heard people around you say your teacher, but I didn't expect to see you."

He was noncommittal: "You are the girlfriend of his direct apprentice, and you should meet him."

Even so, it is still mysterious.

She told the truth: "Before I met you, I thought that Mr. He's apprentices were all uncles and uncles, and the youngest Jiang Yang was six years older than my brother. I didn't expect that you would be the one who slipped through the net."

Lin Yiyang nodded, touched her head and said, "I've always been high in seniority, but you can call me brother, not uncle."

Yin Guo laughed in embarrassment, patted his hand away, and muttered, "Big tail wolf."

The two did not say a few words, and the main force had already returned.

Lin Yiyang consciously put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and naturally got up from the seat next to her like a stranger, and looked at the apron in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Looking at this back and face outline, as well as the iconic shirt and trousers, the layman can't recognize it, but the industry can recognize the real body at a glance. Yin Guo's senior sister joked with her: "Family with the team?"

"Well," she couldn't help but admit, "he's finished the game... he's not serious. Just in time to go back to New York to see old friends."

Senior Sister gave her a thumbs up: "Yes."

I didn't attend the championship celebration dinner, I went straight to the airport with my luggage to play the game with my girlfriend, which is really okay.

Another senior sister also admired this kind of self-conscious family: "When you two met, you were considered a strong woman and a weak man? Xiaoguo, how did you like him? You can see the potential at a glance?"

Who knows, it is estimated that it is really... look at the face?

Here, we are discussing the beginning of Lin Yiyang and Yin Guo's relationship. Over there, a group of people from Dongxincheng went over and greeted Lin Yiyang according to the rules. Here again, "sixth brother" and "sixth uncle"... Lin Yiyang agreed twice, I felt more and more that the black mask on my face was superfluous, so I took it off.

He and Chen Anan explained that there is no need to ask everyone to say hello next time.

Chen Anan thought about this for half a minute, and said seriously: "That's impossible. Dongxincheng pays attention to respecting teachers and respecting Taoism, and seniors come first."

Lin Yiyang understood the boy in front of him and stopped arguing with him, pointing to the boarding gate: "You go first, I'll wait."

"Not together?" There was a trace of doubt in Chen An'an's eyes.

"Your sister-in-law is thin-skinned and afraid of being seen," he said, "I'll come last."

On the plane, Yin Guo was on the left side of the business class, with three senior sisters. Chen An'an and a girl from Dongxincheng are on the right. The girl was originally next to Yin Guo, so she took the initiative to change seats with Lin Yiyang.

Dongxincheng and Beicheng are all tickets for economy class issued by the ball club, and the rest who want to upgrade will make up the difference by themselves. But because of the limited seats in business class, there is usually an unwritten rule that the main players and seniors have priority in business class, and the juniors usually dont want to come up and join in the fun, and they are more comfortable and casual when they get together in the back.

There is a baffle between the two, and they can see each other with a probe.

I wanted to whisper a few words to Lin Yiyang before taking off, but the flight attendant obviously recognized him, and took advantage of the gap between ordering meals before taking off, chatting with him like a fan with a smile.

Yin Guo felt guilty, so she retracted her head and continued to play with her phone.

After the real takeoff, she went to the bathroom and met the flight attendant who ordered the meal chatting with her colleagues: "Lin Yiyang is in the front, I am so handsome, I definitely didn't retouch the picture."

The flight attendant in charge of the passengers behind asked curiously, "Is it easy to talk? Can I take a photo?"

"The signature should be fine. The group photo is hanging. I asked him just now, and he shook his head and said 'sorry', probably not wanting to take a group photo."

Yin Guo listened silently.

When the two flight attendants left one after another, she looked for the man in question through the half-open curtain, and the other party also found that she had left for a while and was looking for her. He saw Yin Guo behind him, left the seat and walked across the aisle.

"What are you looking at?" he asked her, pulling back the curtain.

"I'm listening to the flight attendant talking about you," she pretended to be signing an autograph, and put the back of her hand to his eyes, "I heard you don't like taking pictures together? Sign your name."

Lin Yiyang saw her acting vigorously, smiled, and approached her face: "I'll kiss you if I make trouble again."

Suddenly, the light blue curtain was lifted, and a silver dining car appeared.

The flight attendant pushing the dining car had gossip in her eyes, but she still kept a professional smile and watched the two of them move away from each other. Yin Guo turned around and left, and when she returned to her seat, she found that she had never been in the bathroom at all... I just waited outside in vain.

I don't know what's wrong.

Immediately after dinner, the night flight mode is entered.

Most of the passengers were asleep, and the flight attendants stopped moving.

Lin Yiyang was watching a movie with headphones on, but Yin Guo felt sleepy after watching it for a while, so he chose to sleep first. This time the schedule is very tight, and the game will take place when it arrives. The jet lag needs to be forced to get used to, so sleep as much as you can.

Half asleep, the quilt was being pulled.

She raised her blindfold reflexively, and in the dim blue cabin lights, Lin Yiyang was beside her seat, bending over to cover her with the quilt. Yin Guo watched him lean down and met his eyes: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

By the way, I took off the earplug on one side so that I could listen to him.

Lin Yiyang's facial features were not very real in such a dim light. As he got closer, he whispered in her ear, "I thought you were asleep." The warmth fell on her earlobe.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the feet are empty and the surroundings are empty. Only the hundreds of passengers in the cabin go to the same destination with them.

With baffles on the front and back, even people who are awake can only see them communicating, not kissing.

Lin Yiyang's breath was under her ears, around her neck, and finally looking for Yin Guo's lips. Like in the New York apartment for the first time, the two are attracted to each other in the dark, groping for each other to make out, doing the most honest physical communication.

After a while he stopped and stared at her, their breaths mingling.

"Today's game is also for you," he said under pressure, "little queen."

Two 147 full strokes, a China Open champion, in addition to thanking my teacher, I just want to give it to you. In return for a certain silly girl who ran over to a poor coach on the New York arena with full eyes, she didn't care about the live broadcast, and took the initiative to hold the hand of that unknown person. Good things, the most glorious moment to share with him.

In the blink of an eye, the poor coach always remembers and never forgets.

never forget.