Lin Yiyang didn't stand up straight to match her height.
He turned his head and smelled the perfume on her chin and neck, which was light, sweet, and fruity. People are very tired, the train takes nearly four hours, plus the waiting time for trains, buses, and subways, the one-way journey takes about six or seven hours.
Twelve or thirteen hours of round trips every week, this time is almost enough to fly directly back to China.
With eyes closed, hearing becomes more sensitive.
He heard people in the ball room still discussing the game between him and Meng Xiaodong. Someone even became interested, asking the temporary referee about the rules of snooker, trying to play a round.
The boss rummaged through and found out the disc that Lin Yiyang copied for him, and played a song called "Years of Friendship".
The boys of Lin Yiyang's generation were the last group influenced by young and Dangerous, so they had their tails touched, so when they were part-time workers, they wanted to listen to them out of selfishness, so they got all the movie episodes for the boss.
He listened to the song and put the lighter in his right hand into his trouser pocket.
in the music,
Someone asked: Lin's private room is empty anyway, can I use it?
The boss replied: I agreed first that no one will use it except his girlfriend.
Yin Guo felt that his chin was going to reach her shoulder.
"Can I hug you?" he asked softly.
...
She softened her heart when she was asked, but she still deliberately said: "No."
The voice is very soft.
He recognized her tone, smiled, and tilted his head to meet her eyes.
If eyes can burn people, then Lin Yiyang can do it.
There are two young men behind them, talking and laughing, coming from the corner, about to enter the room.
Because Lin Yiyang and Yin Guo were leaning against the door on the left, they deliberately took half a step around, trying to avoid the two of them. It's a pity that the entrance is not wide, and the two young men are tall and big, so it is inevitable to bump into each other. Yin Guo felt that someone had kicked the heel of his shoe, so he politely took half a step forward. Now, it's really leaning on him.
Lin Yiyang smiled: "No, you still lean on me?"
Having said that, the right hand did nothing honestly.
The wind was blowing on her face and hair, which was cool.
"It's too narrow here," Yin Guo quickly withdrew his hand.
She turned around and looked at the dining car: "Why don't you... have a hot dog?" She stared at the owner for a century, and she always had to take care of the business.
Sweaty palms. It was his, and it was his own.
Lin Yiyang saw that the little girl was about to lose face, so he stood up straight and called the boss's son to ask the child to take out his clothes. They sent it out immediately, as if they were hiding behind the door, just waiting for this trip.
"Take you to Koreatown." He said to Yin Guo.
He didn't take the subway this time, so he arranged for a car to pick him up.
It turned out to be a coincidence that when the car passed a road in Manhattan, it happened to catch up with Da Youxing, and the road was blocked.
The driver asked Lin Yiyang, did they choose the car to detour or walk over?
Lin Yiyang paid the fare and got out of the taxi with Yin Guo. On both sides of the road, there were many policemen standing, holding a bundle of white ropes in their hands, and some with wooden sticks, guarding the place. Every time Yin Guo bumped into people abroad, it was during the daytime, but at night, when he ran into a huge crowd, holding various slogans and passing by, he still felt a little faint.
"The last time I came here, I also encountered it twice. It was to protest the accidental killing of black people by the police," Yin Guo said in a low voice, "Why this time?"
Lin Yiyang didn't care too much: "It happens often, and the purpose is different every time."
Some are good, for example, the ones on National Day are very ornamental. Some are very troublesome. When he first came to San Francisco, he ran into them once. It was also winter, and at night, it became a violent incident of fighting and smashing shops.
Although the safety factor in Manhattan is high, it's already night, and he doesn't want Yin Guo to stay here for a long time.
There were people on the left and right, Lin Yiyang let her in front of him, put his hands on both sides of her arms, and walked forward slowly. In such a position, he can block the people on the left, right and behind, and he can see the way ahead even though he is tall.
This road is usually crowded with people, but now it is even more congested.
Yin Guo was walking on the zebra crossing, walking in the opposite direction to the crowd holding signs on the main road. The front started to become chaotic, and some people were avoiding the road and retreating. Lin Yiyang looked at the next intersection, probably someone had a physical conflict.
His voice appeared next to Yin Guo's right face: "Turn right, go another way."
Before she could turn around, the crowd on the left and right sides began to be chaotic. Yin Guo felt a pain in her foot and was stepped on by someone running. She cried out in surprise, and her left shoulder was hit hard again.
Lin Yiyang hugged her and dragged her to the door of a restaurant.
He was smart, he didn't choose to run on the road at all, but found a corner where it was not easy to break away, pushed Yin Guo to the wall, turned his back to the road, and separated the passerby and her with his body.
Yin Guo's back was against the dirty outer wall, and the tip of his nose was against his shirt pocket.
Because I was too nervous, my throat hurt and my ears hurt.
Through a layer of fabric, he could feel that the position of his heart was hotter than the side, it was her exhaled heat.
Behind him were people who kept bumping into him. They rushed fast and hit him very hard. Lin Yiyang felt a dull pain in his calf, either because he was kicked or hit by something. He didn't even frown, but just looked sideways at the main road, judging whether the situation would become more serious. If it is serious, it cannot stay here for long.
Fortunately, it was only a small-scale farce.
The frightened passers-by all ran away, and the new passers-by didn't know anything, and continued to walk forward, as if nothing had happened. "It's okay," he said to the person in his arms, "there is a fight ahead, it's not a big deal, those who run are scaring themselves."
He let her go.
Yin Guo's field of vision widened, she turned her head to see with lingering fear, the team was still moving forward.
"Let's... just go to this place?" She pointed to a simple restaurant across the road, "Just eat this."
Lin Yiyang nodded, wanted to hug her, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he held her right arm, kept her close to him, led her diagonally across the path, and pushed open the glass door.
A local, cheap restaurant filled with locals.
Behind the cash register, the boss saw Lin Yiyang raised two fingers, said it was two people, and took them with two menus and took them to a four-person seat on the back side against the wall.
The menu was placed on the table, and the individual order was changed.
Yin Guo's heart was still beating unsteadily, and Lin Yiyang casually pointed at two things: "Chicken wings? French fries?"
"okay."
"Spaghetti?" He remembered that she had specially treated him to one, so he probably wouldn't hate it.
"Um."
"What shape? The shape of the face?"
Yin Guo looked at him blankly, his consciousness still drifting. Under such a bright yellow light, in the noisy small restaurant, at this very second, after being pushed against the wall and being protected with his face against his heart, he was holding his right upper arm and pulling him close to his body. After diagonally crossing a small road with domestic garbage on the side of the road...
When she saw his face and those eyes, she started to wander, blushed, and belatedly, she fell into his tricks completely in her heart.
"There are not many types here, there are elongated ones, flat ones, macaroni, spiral ones, and mille-feuille."
"Macaroni." She picked a nice one.
After Lin Yiyang told the orderer that it was macaroni, Yin Guo realized: Huh? No, I hate macaroni the most.
This meal was the worst meal she had ever eaten since she came to compete.
It was the first night of her and Lin Yiyang's official date. The pasta was served. The food was not good at all, but it was three times the amount of the usual restaurant. The same goes for chicken wings and French fries, which are eaten three or four times on weekdays. The quantity is enough.
No wonder, Lin Yiyang only ordered these three items and asked for drinks.
Yin Guo worked hard to eat a third of it, finally put down his fork, and took a big gulp of his drink. It's too bad.
Lin Yiyang watched the whole process, and only after she put down the cup did she say, "You like it so much?"
He actually eliminated all the chicken wings, not for the taste, but because he didn't want to waste them. So it is natural to judge the rating level of this restaurant.
"Yeah," she couldn't boast, she felt sorry for her conscience, and pretended to point to the cup and said, "This lemon tea is delicious."
The only thing that passed the whole meal.
His eyes are so beautiful, the bridge of his nose, his mouth, his chin and face shape are just perfect...
He is tall, and looks good even with messy hair, let alone his clean-shaven and groomed hair. Why didn't you think that people looked so good before? No wonder, Meng Xiaotian always called him "Dashuaibi".
Yin Guo bit the straw, and from meeting his eyes to turning around, he stared at the broken wall beside him, staring fiercely.
"I think it's mediocre, not to my liking," he said, "Go back and get something to eat."
"Can you cook?" She looked back.
"Not very good at it, it's OK if it's not complicated." He replied, picked up the checkout slip, and went to pay.
As a result, when they got home, Wu Wei had already set up a table for supper, so he gave Lin Yiyang a hard look and handed him the bill. After Lin Yiyang found that the restaurant's chicken wings tasted mediocre, he gave Wu Wei a message and asked him to prepare a second meal.
But Yin Guo was stuffed with macaroni for dinner, so he couldn't eat much, so his cousin and Wu Wei swept it all away.
When they returned home, under the attention of the extra pair of eyes, they didn't have much contact. Halfway through the meal, Coach Yin Guo called, and she went back to the room to report the training situation. When she came out, Wu Wei was already packing up. Lin Yiyang happened to be on the phone with the professor and missed it again. Before going to bed, they exchanged a few words cryptically, and each of them took a shower and went back to their rooms.
It was only when I was alone in the room that I had the opportunity to exchange a few words.
Xiaoguo: Are you going back tomorrow?
Lin: Yes.
Xiaoguo: Morning? afternoon?
Lin: Same as last week.
That's good, I won't wake up and disappear.
Xiaoguo: Good night, see you tomorrow.
t.
They said goodnight to each other and turned off their mobile phones, but they couldn't fall asleep.
At three o'clock in the morning, Yin Guo gave up completely after several efforts failed to summon Duke Zhou. She sat up and looked at the large group of clubs and the small group of nine balls on her mobile phone.
It's the afternoon in China, and everyone is discussing various competitions between training sessions, and the chats are in full swing.
The biggest competition of Nine Balls recently is this Open. In the group, everyone is checking the time when everyone arrives in New York.
In the next three days, everyone will arrive here. The kids compete next week, and she competes next week, a week-long competition in early April, and then returns home.
Everyone knew that Yin Guo was sleeping, and no one spoke to her directly. Only Coach Chen left her a WeChat message two hours ago.
Coach Chen: I will arrive at the airport tomorrow afternoon, if there is no delay.
Coach Chen: When I arrive, you will move to the hotel and the room has been arranged. You need to adjust your training plan and prepare for the battle. Meet and chat.
move there?
That's right, we are going to move there.
When I first rented this apartment, I had this plan in mind. Although this room is rented until the end of April, it is for Wu Wei to have an explanation to the landlord. After all, it is not good to rent too short.
So, after this weekend at most, I will move out as late as next week.
She raised her eyes, looked at the door of her room, and was silently lost in thought.
There is light under the door, who is in the living room? She tried to use WeChat to probe.
Xiaoguo: Are you asleep?
If there is no reply, then it is probably not him.
She turned off the desk lamp, and just as her head hit the pillow, her phone vibrated for a second on the bedside table. She immediately sat up again and looked at her mobile phone.
Lin: Just saw it.
Xiaoguo: So you are outside the door?
Lin: Yes.
Lin: In the living room, come out?
Yin Guo put down the phone, put on a sportswear, walked lightly to the door, held the brass-colored doorknob with his right hand, and pressed down. As soon as there was a gap in the door, it suddenly felt pushed open.
The tall shadow stepped in and closed the door with a backhand. If it is not closed, it is afraid of the movement of the lock.
"Your brother." He lowered his voice.
Soon, there was the sound of pulling slippers from Yin Guo's door, from far to near, and then gradually farther away.
"Why didn't you turn off the lights?" Meng Xiaotian muttered half asleep, and closed the door behind his back.
Lin Yiyang also quietly closed the door behind him.
She didn't turn on the desk lamp, and the curtains in the room were all drawn, and there was no natural light.
Standing in front of him in the dark environment, Yin Guo even had the illusion that he could hear his own heartbeat. Probably not, theoretically not... Lin Yiyang in front of him was wearing a complete set of white sportswear, which should have been changed while sleeping, and he hadn't seen it before going to bed.
Both of them were waiting, waiting for Meng Xiaotian to return to the room, so that his words would not be heard.
After three or five minutes of grinding, the sound of footsteps came back and disappeared again.
Yin Guo breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Haven't slept yet?"
"Looking for medicine." He didn't pay attention to taking a shower, and he always felt uncomfortable in the middle of his sleep. He got up and took a look. It was the place where something hit him when he was avoiding the crowds running around on the side of the road, and a piece of skin fell off.
"Are you sick?" She raised her heart.
Lin Yiyang raised his right hand to show her that he was holding ointment, gauze, and a stack of bandages: "Small wounds."
Lin Yiyang pointed to the small sofa by the window: "Is it convenient? Where can I sit?"
"Come in." She wanted to turn on the headlights.
Lin Yiyang took her hand and pointed to the bedside lamp.
She did as he wanted, and turned on the little lamp.
Lin Yiyang had already sat down on the small soft sofa, and put the things in his hand on the floor. His trouser legs were rolled up, exposing that area. This is the first time he has entered this room, although Wu Wei has rented it for a long time.
The small sofa was bought by Yin Guo when he moved in, it was very cheap, it can't even be called a "sofa", it's just a big cushion. Usually she has no problem sitting, but Lin Yiyang is a man after all, sitting on the dark red soft cushion felt a little funny.
Yin Guo squatted beside him, looking at the wound, it wasn't deep, but it was very long, like a sharp object cut through the fabric. She frowned and asked softly, "How did you do it?"
"On the train." He made up a random location.
"Didn't know until now?" This is too much, from afternoon to now.
"It doesn't hurt, so I didn't pay attention."
Yin Guo hurt even looking at it.
He had already applied the medicine, and it was done in the bathroom before Yin Guo came to him.
Lin Yiyang thought that the wound was not deep, so he didn't need gauze, and it would be troublesome to wear pants. He wants to put some bandages on, mainly because he will be on the road tomorrow, and he doesn't want to touch the wound. He will tear it off after returning to Washington, and it will heal in a day or two. So he tore off a few band-aids from the stack, and tried to stick some horizontally by the light.
"I'll help you." Yin Guo squatted there and said softly.
Not hearing him speak, she raised her head strangely, and looked at his face through the light from the bedside.
Lin Yiyang was looking back at her because of this sentence.
I'll help you.
He hadn't heard this sentence since he was growing up.
Nobody got a chance to tell him, and he didn't need to.