During the Snowstorm

Chapter 43: When glory returns (2)

This one bows for ten seconds.

When Lin Yiyang raised his head again, he leaned over to get a Qiao Fan. He seemed to be in a hurry to compete, but he was actually trying to avoid the live broadcast, and wanted to make the tears disappear when he bowed his head.

***

Yin Guo was in the lounge, watching the man on the screen stand up straight, and saw that his eyes were still red. Some things can't be hidden or suppressed, especially tears, no one can completely control their emotions.

"The contestant Lin Yiyang is a close disciple of He Wenfeng, but unfortunately he quit his teacher's door early," the commentator's voice echoed in the lounge, "It seems that my teacher will never forget it."

"This player's personal experience is very interesting. He played nine goals in the United States in the past year, and everyone guessed that he was going to change his nationality. I didn't expect that until the China Open, he has always been a Chinese nationality."

The two match commentators were chatting.

Now is rest time, the staff and players of the training base, as well as the sparring partners are watching the game.

Lin Yiyang has always been a controversial player from the very beginning to today.

Including his bow just now, there are also male players who gave bad comments: "The status of Jiang Yang and Meng Xiaodong may not be guaranteed. This one has skills and scheming. This bow has earned a lot of favor points."

Another male player answered: "This is the master of gold, and the nine-ball plug in the United States also swept the prize money."

"It's for the prize money. There are many small local competitions over there, and the prize money is quite a lot," said the thin-faced man. "There is no bonus if you go out and lose, and you will lose money if you pay for air tickets and hotels in vain."

"The focus of Nine Ball is already in Asia, and here are the masters. If he wants to play, he can't be ranked."

These two are newcomers who came out this year. The thin-faced one won the championship on their first appearance in the Hangzhou competition, and the limelight is in full swing.

Yin Guo looked back.

Lin Lin happened to wrap his arms around his arms and was wearing his coach's uniform when he heard this conversation. She didn't even roll her eyelids, and in terms of arrogance, no one can compare to a group of people in Dongxincheng. She was thinking that when she was in a good mood, she would play a confrontation with the two boys and let them know what it means to be someone outside.

"Okay everyone, the afternoon competition is about to start. It's still a men's and women's team." Lin Lin said.

The people present left their seats one after another. Yin Guo finally glanced at the man on the screen. He was wearing a shirt, thinking that in last year's apartment, he was buttoning his shirt and asked her: Can you still watch it?

...

She could not fail to see that Lin Yiyang's gesture of putting on his shirt and the gesture of tying his buttons were all showing her the memories he had engraved in his bones and blood countless times in the backstage of the arena.

Yin Guo and Lin Lin walked side by side to the training room, and suddenly asked, "You can find your own opponent today, right?"

Lin Lin has a smile in his eyes, as if asking: Who are you looking for?

Yin Guo looked at the Hangzhou champion.

Lin Lin made an OK gesture: "Exactly, he also wants to find someone with comparable strength."

The opponent Yin Guo picked was high-spirited, and when he showed his sharp edge, he was selected for the national team as soon as he debuted; and Yin Guo was the runner-up in last year's World Championships and was also a key training target for the national team.

The rookie king versus the rookie king is no worse to watch than the snooker game at the Olympic Center at the moment.

What's more, snooker needs to be laid out. The star players are all a group of old men who are scheming. It takes patience to watch the game. And the 9-ball fast-forward and fast-play, the players have more personal style, and the poles have their own murderousness.

Fighting, 9 goals is much more refreshing.

The game is fast, the fighting is fierce, and all kinds of fancy ways are dazzling.

Yin Guo showed her real skills, and the little sisters who fought against the male compatriots were addicted to this tube of chicken blood. From the position to the shot, no girl showed mercy.

She played even better.

The colorful **** fell into the pockets without any suspense or deviation.

Lin Lin and a few sparring partners drank green tea next to him, cheering from time to time, and it was extremely enjoyable to watch.

A total of 12 tables were played against each other, and the female players had a very high winning rate.

Because Yin Guo's table was evenly matched, the battle was dangerous, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong. In the end, Lin Lin wrote the final battle 11:8 on the whiteboard. Yin Guo, who won the game, rested his hands on the edge of the table, the broken hair on his temples was all wet with sweat, and his eyelashes were also covered in sweat, blurring his vision in the blink of an eye.

"Great." The man opposite had to obey.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said to her opponent, "Last year, I fought against Lin Yiyang in New York, and it was I who lost. His achievements on this are by no means out of his mouth. If you don't agree with him, use this."

She clenched the club in her right hand, and finally said: "On the field, we only use this to talk."

***

In the Olympic Center Gymnasium, it was so quiet that there was no unnecessary noise.

Meng Xiaodong was sitting beside the arena, watching this old opponent.

In the first half of the game, he had an absolute advantage with 3:1, but after that, Lin Yiyang chased after him, won four innings in a row, broke 100 strokes, and turned the score to 3:5.

Maybe the teacher was there at the beginning, or maybe it was full of different feelings for this place. Lin Yiyang moved very carefully at first, but by the beginning of the sixth game, he had become more and more arbitrary.

There are not many red **** left on the table.

Lin Yiyang is not in a hurry to hit the ball, he seems to want to break the record in this inning. He went to a side table and grabbed a glass, where there was iced green tea. He was drinking tea, watching the situation on the table quietly by the way.

Soon, he came back.

After doing a leaning over posture, he found that this was inappropriate, he stood up straight again, the corners of his mouth were pursed, thinking in his own world, calculating how to reach the perfect score of 147 points.

"We saw that Lin Yiyang took up the handstand, and it didn't seem to go well," the commentator commented, "Does he want to commit suicide from this angle?" The commentator laughed, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness.

Lin Yiyang tried to hit the ball at an angle, and if he was a little careless, the white ball would be pocketed. People like Meng Xiaodong would never do this kind of risk. This is also the difference between the two.

"He gave up the handstand."

Suddenly Lin Yiyang hit one shot unprepared, the black ball fell into the pocket, and the white ball bounced out after hitting the edge of the pocket.

There was a sigh of surprise, and a neat, short round of applause.

This time, he didn't pause, smeared his head with a fine powder, went around the table and hit another shot. The black ball just placed by the referee was pocketed again, followed by another red ball.

He kept shooting down the red ball, and he kept shooting down the black ball with the highest score.

"Good shot!" Even time and time again, he can create opportunities for himself to shoot down the black ball.

The applause on the court was suddenly warm, but it still kept a short time, and it quickly returned to quiet, leaving space for the players.

Lin Yiyang leaned over, raised his left hand and stared at the white and black balls. After observing for a second, he stood up straight again.

He was thinking about how to move.

After thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly leaned over and shot a shot, knocking down the black ball. After the white ball collided halfway around the table, it returned to a beautiful position, still a perfect hitting angle.

The last red ball was pocketed with a bang.

There are only all the colored **** left on the table, he just needs to collect the bags one by one in order, and this game and this group match will be won smoothly.

In the applause, Lin Yiyang became more relaxed.

A colorful ball is dropped into the bag.

When only one white ball and one black ball were left on the table, the applause came unexpectedly.

This applause is not only congratulating him for winning this game, but also congratulating him in the last game, about to get the second 147 points of his career.

Meng Xiaodong stood up first and extended his right hand to him: "Congratulations."

The referee also smiled, shook hands with Lin Yiyang, and said softly, "Congratulations."

Everyone knows that with Lin Yiyang's level, the last black ball will definitely be pocketed, and the final points will be successfully obtained. So before the last black ball was pocketed, everyone from the audience to the opponent, including the referee, chose to celebrate for him in advance.

Just over a year after returning to the field, he hit his second full stroke, and his future will be glorious, no doubt about it.

Moreover, it was the first day of the main competition of the Open. On his own country, his own local players made a full-shot record. This honor is not only Lin Yiyang's, but also the honor of the Chinese Legion!

From the first full score in 1982, to today, there have only been more than 100 full scores of 147 in the entire history of snooker.

Every full score will be recorded by the International Taiwan Federation.

every time.

Lin Yiyang finally patted Meng Xiaodong on the back, telling him: old man, sorry, I won first.

Meng Xiaodong smiled at him, took two steps back in a gentlemanly manner, and returned the table to him.

He picked up the powder and smeared the club head, leaned down, and shot without having to take special aim. In the hours of practice every day since he was a child, he may have hit the ball hundreds of thousands of times with this angle and strength.

There will never be errors.

The black ball slammed into the bottom pocket with great speed, no suspense, no deviation.

The applause erupted, and the audience burst into applause.

All the audience applauded Lin Yiyang and thanked him and Meng Xiaodong for bringing this wonderful game together. As a fan, how lucky it is to be able to watch a wonderful game and witness the birth of a full pole.

Lin Yiyang glanced at the teacher's seat in the crowd of applause at the place where the lights converged, and it was already empty. It is estimated that the old man is too old and can't stand sitting for a long time, and has already left. He waved to the audience, nodded, and walked into the corridor leading to the backstage lounge with the club in hand. Wu Wei, Jiang Yang, and Fan Wen hurriedly waited for him on both sides of the corridor.

Jiang Yang directly gave the little junior brother a hug, patted him on the back and said, "Teacher said, it was a good fight."

"He's waiting for you backstage." Jiang Yang let go of him and said again.

The two looked at each other, the man who was not afraid to fight on the field, looked at the exit of the tunnel...

"What? Don't you dare to go out?" Jiang Yang asked, "Afraid?"

is afraid.

There are not many people in this world who can make him afraid.

Fear because of reverence, this reverence did not fade away with age, but became more and more clear after the baptism of time, like a real boulder, pressed on the heart, dare not act rashly.

He took off his bow tie and slowly put it into his trousers pocket. With the help of several brothers behind his back, he clenched the club and stepped forward.

After seeing him, he has asked himself countless times in a foreign land, if he returns to China and the old man has passed away, what should he do? Lin Yiyang, what are you waiting for? Why do you have to wait until you have the strength to return to the motherland and come back when you have the strength to win the championship?

Are you not afraid?

Old people in their 80s may leave at any time, are they really not afraid?

The field of vision gradually broadened.

The backstage staff and resting players are in their own worlds, either busy or trying to meditate and find the best mentality in the arena...

The old man was sitting in a black leather folding chair that was temporarily moved out outside the Chinese lounge, surrounded by two family members. They had all seen Lin Yiyang, knew him, and when they saw him appear, they happily bent over and whispered to the old man.

Under the teacher's gaze, he moved his legs to the chair.

The teacher, who had a straight back, could no longer straighten his back. He was really tired. Watching a snooker match exhausted his strength. Those eyes, behind the presbyopic glasses, had the joy and relief of "finally seeing each other".

Lin Yiyang tried hard and wanted to call a teacher, but he seemed to lose his voice. There was a rough palm on the back of the hand, and it was clenched tightly. It was the teacher who held his hand first, without the left hand holding the club.

This grip was like the day he first joined Dongxin City as a disciple of He Wenfeng.

The indoor lighting was very dim, and only the lights on the ball tables were the brightest, and the doors of the office were filled with commentary of the video of the game. To this day, even the smell of the ball room and the water stains left by the mop on the concrete floor are etched in his mind.

In fact, I already knew it was wrong.

The mistake was being too stubborn, the mistake was withdrawing from Dongxin City, and the mistake was not even admitting a single mistake at the beginning. His biggest mistake was that he would rather give up his mentor and brother, and would rather give up his hard-earned "home" and achievements than bow his head.

The arrogant and stubborn young man thinks that leaving is the most unrestrained choice and the most backboned turn around. He even thinks that everyone is deliberately making things difficult, deliberately suppressing, deliberately embarrassing himself... But he forgot that it was his own fault at the beginning, No matter where the mistake is, no matter how big or small, it should be acknowledged and bowed.

"Xiao Liu," He Wenfeng held his hand, choked up, and repeated for a while, "Xiao Liu..."

Everyone thought that Mr. He would comment on the full round just now.

But Mr. He wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and said with emotion, "I've grown taller, but my hands were not that big in the past..."

The teacher can't hold it, can't hold your hand.

Lin Yiyang squatted down, put the club on the floor, and held the old man's hand with both hands, which was already covered with bones and joints, wrinkled and protruding blood vessels.

His eyes were full of tears, and he looked at his teacher: "It's cloudy outside, if it rains, it's inconvenient for you to be so old." The words are very common, but they stick in his throat, and it's not easy to finish." In the future...there will be live games, I will call you in advance and watch at home."