During the Snowstorm

Chapter 32: Pride is still in my heart (5)

The parents are gone, and the younger brother is adopted to someone else's family, so Yin Guo is the only close person left. Many years ago, the only club that I was close to was not kept. Now, I want to keep Yin Guo by my side.

What can I keep?

With a dry throat, he stood up straight from the edge of the table, instinctively picked up the club by the table, walked slowly to the club rack, and put it on the far right, the last position.

After doing this, he waved his back to Li Qingyan and left.

Lin Yiyang left the ball room, got on the elevator, and pressed the wrong floor.

Somehow, when he arrived at the lobby on the first floor, did he subconsciously want to go out?

It was raining outside, and the guests in the lobby were going through check-in and check-out procedures. There were players who were eliminated from the group stage today, carrying club boxes and suitcases, waiting for the taxi called by the hotel outside the gate...

Once the brain is intoxicated by alcohol, it will feel that the surrounding space is virtual, and it is impossible to distinguish the past, the present, and the future.

This is New York, how did he get here.

It seems that I drank too much at an unknown roadside stall yesterday, and was kindly pulled into the store by the boss, and slept on the bench in the store until I woke up. Late that night, he woke up, smelled of alcohol, and the proprietress kindly took off his school uniform and stuffed it into his messenger bag: "Be careful of the teacher, and I will punish you."

That day, was yesterday, in my hometown.

Today, today, in New York.

Later, Lin Yiyang didn't know how he got to the Plaza Hotel. He wanted to come over before it rained. There was a nice dessert shop, LadyM, on the basement floor. He wanted to buy it for Yin Guo.

He also asked Wu Wei, and Wu Wei said that there were already many branches in China, and he couldn't fool the little girl.

But I still want to buy it for her. What if I haven't tasted it before? This is the place of origin. Maybe the taste will be better?

***

After ten o'clock, Yin Guo was in the hotel room, tossing and turning on the bed, not very secure.

I was a little nervous.

There are people from both clubs, and it is the first time the brothers reunite for many years. If they are confiscated, what will they drink? She took out her mobile phone and sent it to Lin Yiyang, but there was no reply, she sent it to Meng Xiaodong, but there was no reply.

To the end, find Wu Wei.

Xiaoguo: How much have you been drinking? My brother and Lin Yiyang didn't reply.

It doesn't matter: you come here, number 1000.

past?

Yin Guo's heart skipped a beat, it was rare for Wu Wei to speak so briefly.

She changed her clothes, grabbed her mobile phone and ran out. When she reached the door of room 1000, she was met by a large group of troops swarming out. When she saw Li Qingyan and Nizi, she pulled Nizi and asked, "Is Lin Yiyang in there?"

"Yes." Nitro wanted to say something.

Yin Guo didn't care, he pushed aside a few people with his right hand, kept saying "Excuse me, please", and squeezed in from among the twenty or thirty people. When I entered the suite, I found three people lying down.

Meng Xiaodong and Chen Anan fell asleep on the bed alone.

Lin Yiyang was on the sofa, lying on his side, and Wu Wei and the others changed into a clean outfit. The gray trousers and white shirt are all from Jiang Yang. The collar of his shirt was loose, and for ventilation, he rested his head on his left arm, not knowing whether he was sleeping or waking up.

Seeing his appearance, Yin Guo was twitching in his heart, it's normal for a man to drink too much.

But watching him drink too much is not enough.

Yin Guo quietly walked to the sofa, squatted down, and touched his forehead with his palm, which was sweaty. She saw a wet towel draped over the arm of the sofa, took it off, and wiped it for him.

"That cake...it won't taste good if you leave it for a long time," Lin Yiyang whispered, jumping out word by word, and a little bit inarticulate, "You can send it to Xiao Guo'er."

What cake is not cake, who wants to eat cake.

All drink like this, but also cake.

"Don't say I drank too much," he whispered softly.

Yin Guo put the towel on his lap, and with his hands, pushed away the strands of short hair that were blocking his eyelids in front of his forehead. When a person is drunk, it's best not to mutter in his ears, he can't actually hear them, and he can't remember them.

Giving him a quiet space for him to sleep is the most kind.

Lin Yiyang didn't hear the response, so he was very unhappy, and his brows furrowed even more: "Didn't you hear?"

Yin Guo has a sour nose, why are you being so nice to me, how long have you been together? Do you not know how to play hard to catch, do you not know if you want to refuse but also welcome, so handsome is in vain, you know that stupid is good to me. Big fool.

Distressed to death.

"Got it," she coaxed him softly, "eat right away."

When Lin Yiyang heard her voice, he was sluggish for a few seconds, and slowly, he opened his tightly closed eyes, and her black pupils reflected her. As if not recognizing, staring at her...

"Drink so much," she whispered, "isn't anyone stopping you?"

His eyebrows are high, the bridge of his nose is also high among Asians, and his eyes are peach blossom eyes and fan-shaped double eyelids. I don't look at anyone seriously on weekdays, and I don't look so pretty. Now, it's different.

Looking at you is like digging your heart.

No wonder so many girls miss him. Yin Guo thought, whether a person like him used to play in the billiard hall, or sit on the doorstep, rest with a cigarette, and stare at a girl for a while, it is probably enough to worry about for a lifetime.

The towel was a little cold, and she wanted to rinse it with hot water, then wipe his face and hands.

Lin Yiyang's right hand suddenly wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her face in towards him, touching her forehead, calling her "Xiao Guo'er" with a strong drunken accent.

It was when the body was burned the most by alcohol, and when I saw her, I thought it was fake.

He stopped for a while and then asked again: Do you have me in your heart now?

From the kiss outside the apartment bathroom door to today.

Two weeks, fourteen days together. Yin Guo, do you really have me in your heart?

She's not the only one in this house.

Fan Wencong and Wu Wei were both serving three drunkards in the house, Jiang Yang made Yin Guo tea and brought it in to chat. All three listened to this. Lin Yiyang cut off his own life just because of his tough temper. If a man like him can ask such a question, how much desire and uncertainty does he have for the relationship between people? And how much do you care about the girl in front of you?

Before Yin Guo could say anything, he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

The person was very uncomfortable. He pressed the upper half of his face with the back of his hand, blocking all the light, and fell asleep within a few seconds.

What happened in the end, I was happy to go out...

Holding the cold towel, Yin Guo squatted in front of the sofa for a long time. Seeing that he was really not making a fuss, he got up and looked at Meng Xiaodong. Turning her head again, Jiang Yang had already filled her with hot tea, and humorously opened Lin Yiyang's mobile phone and put it on the round table: "Come on, let's eat."

...

Yin Guo didn't understand.

The phone is full of pictures of cakes, mille crepe, roses, crepes, etc., etc.

Wu Wei smiled and pressed Yin Guo to the table, and told her the ins and outs of this group of photos.

Lin Yiyang left the hotel in the middle of the night and walked several streets to find the Plaza Hotel that wanted to buy her a cake. The restaurant is open, and the cake shop on the basement floor has long since closed.

When Wu Wei and Jiang Yang found him, Lin Yiyang was sitting on the steps outside the door of the hotel, in a small corner, leaning against the wall and falling asleep, just like a homeless person, he only did one thing when he was woken up. He shoved the phone into Wu Wei's hand, the photos inside were all saved by him while he was awake, and asked Wu Wei to buy it...

Hand over the mobile phone, and people are also useless. The two big men didn't care about calling a car, so they went directly to the hotel and carried people back to the hotel.

There were still a few drunk people in the room. They changed Lin Yiyang into clean clothes and went to get Meng Xiaodong and Chen An'an. Without precaution, Lin Yiyang drank all the rest of the bottles on the table.

This time, he was really drunk, and he was full of two bottles of spirits. According to Jiang Yang's inference to Lin Yiyang, he couldn't wake up for at least one day and one night.

Originally, Wu Wei didn't want Yin Guo to come down, and he didn't want Yin Guo to see Lin Yiyang's drunken cowardice.

But Jiang Yang still wanted to chat with Yin Guo, thinking about the matter that Meng Xiaodong said.

Wu Wei pointed to the empty wine bottles on the table, and explained to Yin Guo: "I swiped his card, but I don't dare to buy expensive ones. This pile is not as good as the small glass he invited you to drink."

Yin Guo looked at the wine bottle, only to hear Lin Yiyang say Chivas into the phone, thinking it was the kind of expensive wine that my cousin usually drinks, so it looked like the most popular, cheap, and cheap wine sold in supermarkets.

"Lin Yiyang really cares about you." Jiang Yang said warmly.

"It's more than your heart, there are still many things you don't know." Wu Wei was completely singing and cooperating with Jiang Yang, "How many years has he left Dongxin City? It's been almost twelve years, and he never, never fought. Those who have brought money, only made an exception to play this year."

After speaking, Wu Wei looked at her: "Remember? It was for you."

Yin Guo was stunned. First, for himself, and more importantly: he didn't even play with money...

That night, she also asked Lin Yiyang if he liked to gamble, and he only said "normal" without denying it. Especially later, Meng Xiaodong also told her that he wanted her to have the opportunity to persuade Lin Yiyang not to gamble on football. Obviously, he also misunderstood that Lin Yiyang was relying on this to earn living expenses.

"Would he be so poor if he really gambled on football?" Wu Wei said with a smile, "He didn't ask for a penny in Flushing, and he was charged to his classmate's account."

A game that night was $3,000. I played a few games a week, and I got rich early on.

Why so desolate.

Yin Guo looked at the man sleeping on the sofa.

"You're not from Dongxincheng, so you shouldn't know," Jiang Yang told her again. "When my teacher let him enter Dongxincheng, I had three chapters with him: no gambling, no match-fixing, and no breaking the law."

This is a start.

What Jiang Yang wanted to tell her was the whole past.

That year was the fourth year of Lin Yiyang's career.

He entered the bottleneck of a professional player, and entered a low period without any warning. This is a juvenile genius who can win the championship for two years in his career for three years, but as long as he is a person and an athlete, he will have his own peaks and his own abyss. Often after the abyss, it will be the next peak...

It's a pity that Lin Yiyang was too sharp and frivolous, and suddenly fell to the bottom, losing the key rounds of several important games in a row. Gradually there were rumors that he was paid to play match-fixing. Gossip, contempt by his peers, and suffering from lows, he was also the object of discussion in the lounge. When he lost the game again, he had a big quarrel with his teacher and quit the club completely. Then in the last game of his career, he clashed with the referee and was sentenced to a six-month ban.

After six months, Lin Yiyang disappeared from this circle.

In fact, everyone understands that from the night he left Dongxincheng, he had already given up.

"...Why doesn't he explain? Teacher He doesn't believe him?"

"Because," only Jiang Yang and his brothers knew about this matter, and it was only in Mr. He's office that day that he knew about it, "he was really on the side of the road, playing a game with others and bringing money. He was wrong. already."

"It's all poor, and he really ran out of money in those six months," Wu Wei said. "His younger brother just passed it on to relatives. He wanted to go and see, but he couldn't afford a ticket. Later, he told me that he was still thinking about it at the time. , just once, buy a ticket for my brother's birthday, and when I come back, I just buy some exercise books or something to make up for English and math."

Over the years, these brothers have been very sad when they mentioned this matter.

If it weren't for Lin Yiyang's high self-esteem, he couldn't lower his head and borrow money from his brothers.

When Yin Guo was a child, he often heard from his cousin that in the past, when the industry was sluggish, some players would use extreme means to make ends meet. A domestic player, without commercial sponsorship, can earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per year. Also running races around and buying clothes and utensils. Meng Xiaodong has a friend. The night before the game in Quanzhou, in order to earn hotel money, he played with others in the billiards hall, but he lost everything. In the end, he had to sleep in the ball room for one night and play the game directly the next day.

Adult players can still be so embarrassed, let alone Lin Yiyang who just entered high school.

...

It's wrong, it's wrong.

But no one gave him a chance to correct, and neither did he.

***

The sun fell on his face, Lin Yiyang wanted to drink water, his hand touched the right side, thinking he was in the apartment. This height, this angle is the coffee table beside the bed. Usually, when he wants to drink, he will prepare a glass of water and moisten his throat the next day.

I didn't touch the coffee table and cup, I was stunned for a while, this is a hotel.

what time is it. the next day? Still the third day.

It seemed that the last time he woke up, it was dark and there was no one in the room. He thought he smelled bad. He was afraid that she would be smothered by the smell of drunkenness overnight when she came back from the game, so he took a shower...

When she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was her.

Yin Guo hugged a pillow, lay on the white quilt beside him, and faced him. I can't see what I'm wearing, it seems to be a dark blue, or a **** T-shirt: "Awake?"

She looks like a porcelain doll with dimples on her face. She was sold at temple fairs when she was a child, but the porcelain doll's face was painted with two red dots.

The little hand shook in front of him: "How stupid?"

The arm full of flower arm tattoos is pulling Yin Guo, pulling her over and pressing her face into his neck: "If you don't clean up and clean you up... it's really impossible."