Chapter 12: The scenery after the snow (3)


    "There''s a DIY Menglong store nearby," Lin Yiyang exined. "It''s very close."


    Is there a custom shop? Yin Guo''s eyes lit up immediately.


    Sure enough, girls love this.


    He was hesitating just now, because he was afraid that she would not be able to bear the ice cream after she had just finished eating raw and cold food. After thinking about itter, the atmosphere of that ce is greater than the food, and it is not bad to take a picture without finishing it.


    In fact, Wu Wei doesn''t need to send it to himself, he has been there once.


    It was the two who had a game in the hotel. They had a great time. They insisted on having some innocent and romantic date. They went to this store and ordered the exact same ice cream. Kiss me and I eat. Lin Yiyang finished drinking coffee and found that store, with a really indifferent face throughout the whole process, thinking that in such a store, there are not many chairs, and a few more people will have to stand to eat. Just to eat an ice cream, as for?


    However, upon seeing Yin Guo''s excited little eyes, his outlook changed.


    But only twenty minutester, he had a new understanding of the shop again.


    After walking in the cold wind for nearly 20 minutes, I only found an empty store with no staff.


    The two looked at each other.


    "I''ll ask Wu Wei." Lin Yiyang turned his back and called Wu Wei.


    When the people over there heard that the store was closed, they reacted: "Fuck I forgot, it was closed in October. I didn''t see anything here, and I don''t like activities in the winter... Where are you? I Bring her brother over in a while."


    "The address will be sent to youter."


    Lin Yiyang hung up the phone: "The store is closed."


    He held his phone and thought for a few seconds, then said, "Come with me and find a sheltered ce to wait for them."


    The two continued to walk along the streets of SOHO and found a restaurant in a roundabout way.


    Lin Yiyang took her straight in. It''s not business hours, and the boss is sitting behind the bar by himself, watching a baseball game.


    Lin Yiyang knocked on the bar.


    When the boss turned around, he saw that it was him, and immediately smiled: "Have youe this week?"


    "Yes. I want to have afternoon tea and make me an ice cream, which is simr to the one made by Menglong."


    "no problem."


    Lin Yiyang took her to a seat to rest.


    After a while, the boss came over with arge piece of ice cream and a few tools.


    Lin Yiyang went outside to buy some ingredients, a packet of edible dried rose petals and dried red berries, and gave it to the boss. Vani ice cream, topped with white chocte crust, sprinkled with toppings brought by Lin Yiyang.


    In the end, the boss also poured dark chocte sauce on purpose and pushed the te to Yin Guo with a friendly smile.


    "Thank you." Yin Guo politely thanked.


    "You''re wee, this kid will pay anyway." The boss patted Lin Yiyang''s arm with a smile and asked him if he would watch the Dodgers game and have live tickets. Lin Yiyang shook his head and refused with a wry smile. As graduation approached, he really couldn''t find time to watch the game.


    The other party nced at Yin Guo, smiled and said, "I''m going to watch TV,e here directly if you want."


    When the person left, she asked softly, "Your friend?"


    "I know a retired baseball yer who ys billiards well." Lin Yiyang said as he sent Wu Wei the address, took the wine list from the table next door, and looked at it.


    Yin Guo slowly ate ice cream: "Graduating soon, aren''t you busy?"


    "Alright." He replied.


    The truth is: crazy busy. The ssmates who were renting together in Washington heard that he wasing to New York this week, and all showed a "Lin Yiyang is crazy" expression.


    After taking two bites, she asked curiously, "Are you staying here in the future, or are you going to return to China?"


    Whether to go back or stay, he never thought clearly.


    But... he hesitated for a few seconds towards the girl in front of him, and then withdrew his thoughts, thinking too much was not good. So far, his love life for her is still nk, and he doesn''t know if he has a boyfriend.


    "I haven''t figured it out yet," he replied.


    "Thinking about ying professionally?"


    "Me?" Lin Yiyangughed at himself, "I didn''t think about it."


    Never thought of going back in time.


    But in Yin Guo''s opinion, with Lin Yiyang''s level, it would be a pity not to y professional games.


    So she kindly suggested: "I think you can try ying professional games."


    He closed the wine list and threw it back to the next table: "A lot of people don''t participate in internationalpetitions, they only y in regionalpetitions, do you know why?"


    She shook her head.


    There is no such thing as a regionalpetition in China, of course she doesn''t know that.


    "Some are not interested in world rankings, some are not suitable forrge-scalepetitions, and have insufficient psychological quality." Lin Yiyang took the dessert list and looked at it. "The same is true for me. When I get to thepetition, I will fall off the chain and won''t be able to get on the stage at all."


    "How is that possible." She smiled.


    "Why is it impossible?" Lin Yiyang asked with a smile.


    He knows that if two people want to understand each other, they must talk about the past.


    And Yin Guo''s brother is Meng Xiaodong. Even if she doesn''t consciously ask about her past, one day in the future, Meng Xiaodong will tell her who Lin Yiyang is.


    Who is it? He didn''t know either.


    Yin Guo couldn''t think of the words he could take.


    "Have you ever drunk sweet wine?" He seemed to have thought of something.


    There is a bottle of sweet wine here, which was opened by the owner when he camest time. I don''t know if there is any more.


    She shook her head: "Is it delicious?"


    "It''s wine, but it''s all printed on the dessert list, not on the wine list."


    Yin Guo was eager to try and nodded with a smile.


    He closed the list, got up and asked the man watching the game for a drink.


    After a while, she brought a ss back and ced it in front of her, with a slender ss body and maroon liquor.


    "How sweet?" Shey her hands on the table and sniffed.


    "It''s not sweet," he took a sip when he opened the winest month. "An antique dessert wine that has been stored for more than 20 years. It''s very punchy. Fortunately, this is thest drink."


    Every bottle of wine is different, especially if it is a little old. Once you open a bottle and drink it, the bottle of wine will never exist.


    Regardless of whether it is expensive or not, it is a unique luck to be able to drink it.


    She smelled it again, and in his encouraging eyes, she slowly took a sip.


    Hmm...it''s really good.


    It''s so strong that it burns the throat, but it''s thick enough.


    She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a rare time to drink, and it was thest ss of this bottle of wine, so she still tried her best and continued to drink.


    When Wu Wei and the others entered, they saw Yin Guo and Lin Yiyang sitting opposite each other, Yin Guo drinking a ss of wine.


    This color, this cup, Wu Wei looked so familiar, he immediately remembered what it was when he sat down. The owner of the wine drink is divided into cups, which are specially filled with antique liqueurs.


    "This wine is good, one bottle is less than one bottle." Wu Wei introduced with a smile.


    Well, after a bit of wind, your food bills are gone again this month. Eat a slice of pizza for yourself, and drink antique wine for three hundred dors for others. If you say that you are boring to people, myst name is yours...


    Wu Wei sat down and took out his mobile phone without changing his face.


    It doesn''t matter: you have nothing to do with people drinking antique wine, it''s expensive, and people don''t understand.


    When Lin Yiyang saw that it was news from Wu Wei, he didn''t even click on it.


    Yin Guo drank slowly.


    Although you drink it, you can drink this after eating seafood to warm your stomach.


    Meng Xiaotian made a statement and wanted to invite everyone, and the two men across from them both asked for the cheapest champagne. The cups were ced on the table. In fact, there was not much difference, except that Yin Guo''s cup was dark in color.


    Before going out, Lin Yiyang asked her when she practiced ball, and he saw that it was almost over. He left Wu Wei and Meng Xiaotian to continue to y at SOHO, and he sent Yin Guo to the ball room first.


    It was the same single room, with a wooden door closed to block the sight from the outside.


    But Lin Yiyang can''t apany her today, so he has to go back to school: "It''s not peaceful here, it''s simr to the country, there will always be troubles," he said, patting the table, "I know that this table belongs to me, If anything happens, find me anytime."


    She said "um".


    There is an illusion of being covered.


    The man in front of her seemed to want to say something, and she was waiting.


    Lin Yiyang looked at her, opened his mouth, but greeted the door, and called the boss''s fourteen-year-old son toe. He took out a note from his wallet, handed it to the other party, and whispered a few words in a low voice. The boy agreed and ran out. After a while, he came back with twotte coffee in paper cups and handed it to Lin Yiyang. By the way, the door was also closed for them.


    She was surprised: "I said earlier that you wanted to drink... I should have invited you."


    I felt like I was eating and drinking since I woke up today. Lin Yiyang is too polite. real.


    He raised his paper cup: "I wanted to drink, so I brought you a cup by the way. I was a little sleepy for the paperst night."


    Did he stay up all nightst night?


    She still remembered that the lights in the living room soon disappeared, did she go back to the room?


    Yin Guo was still distracted, he had already handed over the paper cup.


    She took it casually, didn''t pay attention, and held it in his hand.


    She was startled, and withdrew her hand, apologetically smiled, too embarrassed to speak.


    Lin Yiyang was also ufortable, cleared his throat, and said with a smile, "I have to catch the train, so let''s go."


    He put the paper cup on the edge of the table, and the hand that Yin Guo had held was nted into the pocket of his trousers. One opened the door.


    Outside the door, there are people at every table.


    Some people who knew him greeted him loudly. Lin Yiyang responded with two words. Before closing the door, he seriously warned: "I won''t be here next week. That''s the same sentence. Come to me anytime if you have anything."


    "Yeah." Seeing the door being closed, Yin Guo breathed a sigh of relief.


    She circled the table, scooping **** out of the bag one by one.


    Outside, there was the sound of music, the noise of people after drinking, and the smell of fried chicken wafting in from the crack of the door. These are not what she cares about, what she wants to hear is whether he has left.


    It seems to be still there, talking to the boss, and others.


    Soon, everyone was saying goodbye to him, and the lively chatter gradually faded away.


    Lin Yiyang left.


    She pulled the club from the club barrel and arranged the colored **** into a diamond shape.


    Touching the nnel of the ball table, she slowly calmed down. Alright, let''s start training and stop being distracted.


    It''s a pity that the training efficiency today is not very high. She stopped and stopped by the table until seven o''clock, and she was not in a good state. In the end, I had to stop for a while, thinking about whether I should focus on practicing the jump ball for an hour.


    The sound of the voice call interrupted her, it was Coach Chen''s call.


    This coach is in charge of nine goals in the club, and is more concerned with the daily life and training of the girls here. This time Yin Guo came to thepetition, and the private schedule was two months ahead of schedule, so the coach did note first, but he still had to call her regrly every day to keep track of her training situation.


    After Yin Guo got on the phone, the two of them didn''t talk too much. They started talking about the training progress to thepletion of today''s task, and then discussed the main training direction for tomorrow.


    After ten minutes of talking about work, Coach Chen rxed and asked with a smile, "I''m watching the news, but there is another Blizzard in your ce?"


    "It''s snowing, but it''s stopped."


    It is rare for her to chat with the coach about personal matters, but today she especially wanted to ask: "Coach, have you heard of Wu Wei? The yers of this Open Championship."


    "I''ve seen it on the entry list," Coach Chen said, "but he hasn''t participated in the nine-ball game, so I don''t know much about it."


    In their club, there are all kinds of games, nine balls, middle eights, and snooker. At this time, the trainers all gathered in the gym to exercise early.


    One of the snooker coaches heard the name "Wu Wei" and answered: "Wu Wei is from Dongxincheng, and his qualifications are good, but he hasn''t yed much in the past two years, and he has not yet ranked in the world."


    "Where''s Lin Yiyang? Has Lin Yiyang heard of it?" Yin Guo asked immediately.


    Someone isughing.


    Coach Chen simply turned on the speakerphone.


    Coach Fu of the nine-ball men''s team said: "I remember this kid ying snooker. When he won the championship, my wife was the referee."


    "Has he yed professionally?"


    "I did, but it was many years ago."


    Yin Guo was surprised: "Whatpetition did ite from? What''s the best result?"


    "Championship, won the championship in the first year. Your brother came out at the same time as him, you can ask your brother."


    Yin Guo stopped.


    "You asked her to ask Meng Laoliu about her teenage years, but she definitely doesn''t remember it." Coach Chen knew that Yin Guo was afraid of his cousin, so he smiled and sat down on the phone, "Which club does he belong to? Never heard of him? , are you still ying games?"


    "It''s been more than ten years since I retired, and it''s also from Dongxincheng," Coach Fu suddenly remembered. "We had a new coach the day before yesterday, and it was from that club. Wait, I''ll call over and ask."


    There was no sound on the phone for a while.


    Soon, the new coach was called, and when he heard it, he asked "Lin Yiyang" andughed: "He Wenfeng, Mr. He, do you know?"


    Who would not know. The most respected coach in the industry, although there are not many officially epted apprentices, but he was the enlightenment teacher of many people. Many of the masters in Yin Guojia''s club, when ites to enlightenment teachers, are Lao He.


    The new coach went on to introduce: "Lin Yiyang is a close disciple of Mr. He. But I haven''t seen him, and I went inte. They all say that he is a genius, but he is also quite an asshole, the kind that no one can hold back."


    The new coach introduced a few more sentences to the effect:


    Lin Yiyang was very mad when he was a teenager. He was very angry with his tutor, and finally left. But the younger brothers and sisters all have a good rtionship with him. When Mr. He hadn''t retired yet, no one dared to mention it in person. Later, Mr. He retired. The person in charge of this generation is Jiang Yang. He is Lin Yiyang''s real senior brother. In the golf club, no one is allowed to say that Lin Yiyang is not good. Gradually, everyone stopped mentioning more than a dozen. Years ago.


    People in Dongxincheng mentioned that Lin Yiyang was still the sixth brother and the young master.


    "If you really want to know him, I can ask Master Yang for you." The new coach suggested.


    When Yin Guo heard that he was going to ask Jiang Yang, he immediately disarmed and surrendered: "No, no, no need to ask. Also, please don''t tell my brother, I have inquired about them."


    Jiang Yang is his cousin''s nemesis, so don''t scold him.


    After the phone was hurriedly closed, Yin Guo was still not satisfied with the little information he heard, and tried to search for him on the Inte.


    Some peoplemented on the Dongxincheng Golf Club, and there was a Lin Yiyang in the name of the dense line; some people recorded the domesticpetitions in those years, and listed the names of the champions, runners-up and third ce, and there would be one of him in more than a dozen. Except for one "Lin Yiyang" in these old web pages, there is no redundant introduction, not even photos.


    The name Lin Yiyang has long been forgotten by everyone.


    There are so many sports in China, but there are very few popr ones. There are thousands of athletes struggling in unpopr events, and as long as they don''t make a name for themselves in the World Series, few people pay attention. What''s more, Lin Yiyang won the championship more than ten years ago, it is difficult to leave a trace, unlike now, it is easy to leave a mark on the Inte.


    When he thought that Jiang Yang was his senior brother, the gap between sess and failure was even bigger.


    The two of them were taught by the same teacher. Now one is ranked among the top in the world, and the other has not even left any information in China. Except for the people in Dongxincheng Football Club, no one will remember him and mention him.


    Yin Guo closed the search page, opened Lin Yiyang''s WeChat, stared at it for half a minute, wanted to say something, and finally closed it. But there is an uncontroble desire to express, wanting to do something and say something.


    Finally, I found a photo of an antique liqueur I took in the afternoon and sent it to a circle of friends. Text editing for a long time, nothing tastes good, and I only wrote over and over: I forgot to ask the year.


    At this time, everyone in the country is awake, leaving messages andpliments.


    She didn''t read it carefully, and she exited and entered in an uneasy manner. After doing so several times, she opened the message prompt.


    The finger suddenly stopped on the screen, where there was a brief message


    Lin: The year you were born.


    There are new messages disyed, and then refresh.


    Lin: I mean wine.