During the Snowstorm

Chapter 58: boy's voice (2)

training room

All the lights in the training room were off, but here, the lights remained on.

Lin Yiyang and Meng Xiaodong are both players in several major events. With special approval from the head coach, they can control the training time themselves.

Jiang Yang hung one arm around his neck, wearing the national team sports uniform, leaning against the wall beside the door, looking at the table closest to him. Next to the table, Meng Xiaodong kicked the ball first. He and Lin Yiyang agreed to take turns to score goals, one for two.

So when he collected one red and one colored ball, he held the club, stood up straight, frowned slightly, and stared at Lin Yiyang, who was leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone: "Are you practicing?"

Lin Yiyang sent Yin Guo a messagesleep.

The phone slips into the sweatpants pocket.

"How can you bear him all these years?" Lin Yiyang didn't answer Meng Xiaodong, but looked at Jiang Yang instead.

Jiang Yang sang and harmonized with him: "It's not to suffer, it's to let."

Lin Yiyang nodded.

Meng Xiaodong has never been able to stand the gang of people from Dongxincheng. He has never been serious. Whether it is on the field or in the lounge, he has a bad attitude... But he also has to admit that since Lin Yiyang came back, his state has really started to pick up.

The world admires the strong, and the strong admire the strong even more.

Lin Yiyang's talent stimulates every companion, telling them that human potential is unlimited, don't slack off.

Lin Yiyang saw that Meng Xiaodong's face was dark, and he stopped laughing. He carried the club directly to the table: "It's boring to practice like this. Play fast." He leaned over there, seemingly aiming for the ball, but in fact Talk to Meng Xiaodong.

"I'm fine," Meng Xiaodong said coldly, suppressing the urge to scold him, "don't think I didn't hit too fast, then I won't."

Lin Yiyang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Just wait and see, old rival.

For the next half hour, the **** on this table were "flying".

Jiang Yang brought a small bag of pistachios, peeled them one by one and watched the excitement. In addition to hitting the ball and dropping the bag, there was the sound of crunching the shells.

"I'm a little thirsty, go get something to drink." Jiang Yang finally said this.

Lin Yiyang swung his club, and a Qiaofen flew over. Jiang Yang, wearing a sportswear coat, tilted his head away from Qiaofan, smiled and carried a bag of white pistachio shells, and walked out.

After a while, he came back with an old-fashioned red thermos and a few plastic cups. The cups were stacked, each with a little tea spilled.

"Take a break," Jiang Yang said lightly, placing the plastic cups on a wooden bench and pouring hot boiling water into the three cups, "Drink a mouthful of water."

Meng Xiaodong frowned habitually: "It's one o'clock in the morning, drink tea?"

The subtext is: Are you not afraid of not being able to sleep?

"I've been drinking it for more than 20 years, and I'm already immune," Jiang Yang smiled and put down the thermos, "I don't like drinking tasteless water."

Lin Yiyang picked up the wooden stopper and fastened the bottle for him.

Jiang Yang raised his disposable plastic cup and took a sip: "Last time, the three of us sat together and were still young."

Lin Yiyang nodded.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Jiang Yang raised the plastic cup.

"You are the only one who can make the bosses of the two major clubs go to New York together." Meng Xiaodong also raised his plastic cup.

Lin Yiyang smiled and finally touched his plastic cup against theirs: "The three of us, the one who can't talk the most is me."

"That was the past," Jiang Yang retorted with a smile, "now you are the most talkative."

That's not the same.

Lin Yiyang looked at the two rivals and friends in his youth, Wan Xu had thousands of heads in his heart, and there was a lot to say, the unfulfilled dreams of the youth, the three of them had dominated the past for several years, and finally they converged in one place and only left: " Thank you, go find me."

"Thank you," he repeated.

***

In the Asian Games in August, thousands of troops gathered in the same city, waiting for the end to fight.

The Chinese delegation set off in several batches and arrived in the host city within two days.

On that day, many fans of Lin Yiyang, Meng Xiaodong and Jiang Yang gathered and picked up the plane in an orderly manner. Yin Guo followed in the team, pulling her suitcase, while Yin Guo, who bowed her head and sent a message of "safe landing" to her mother, was suddenly grabbed by Lin Lin's arm: "Look up."

Yin Guo looked up.

Not only Lin Lin, but one after another, some people started to notice the billboards in the airport, and the whole row was full of photos of Yin Guo.

"Your birthday?" Lin Lin asked.

Yin Guo shook his head blankly.

Seeing all this, Lin Yiyang and the head coach who led the team in front also stopped. The head coach was a joker and asked Lin Yiyang in a low voice. Everyone in the team also looked at Lin Yiyang, wondering if the captain did it. .

But not right.

After all, Lin Yiyang's identity is the captain of the national team, and the entire team has to participate in the competition. It is unreasonable to make such a high-profile romance for his girlfriend.

Until a young man in casual clothes appeared in the pick-up crowd, and under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes from the Chinese team members, he said to Yin Guo, "I wish you the gold medal."

He was surrounded by friends who were with him, a group of young men whose families looked good. When Lin Yiyang was studying abroad, most of the Chinese classmates around him were second-generations from very well-off families, who looked similar to this group of people.

Yin Guo recognized this loyal fan and hurriedly thanked him, and La Linlin went to the other side of the team.

The team still didn't move.

Lin Yiyang's face showed no change, he was still at the front of the team, wearing the national team sports uniform, the zipper was pulled to the end, there was no turbulence in his eyes, and the aura was oppressive. It was because there was no change in his expression that he felt troublesome.

But everyone is obviously not afraid of trouble, just afraid that there will be no lively watching.

Jiang Yang put his arm around his shoulder: "In our athlete industry, many are married well."

Fan Wen hurriedly echoed: "I have lived a simple life since I was a child. I have nothing but training and competitions. I am simple and can endure hardships, and I am honored. Who doesn't like it?"

Meng Xiaodong suddenly said, "He has been chasing Yin Guo for more than a year."

Everyone looked at him.

"Xiaoguo arrives at the game," Meng Xiaodong added, "people are quite shy, and they don't dare to talk to Xiaoguo every time. The last time someone in the business field asked Yin Guo's father if he could introduce him formally. "

Jiang Yang looked at Meng Xiaodong with admirationthe knife was in place, and the knife saw blood.

"My sister has chased a lot of people since she was a child. Didn't she tell you?" Meng Xiaodong looked at Lin Yiyang.

Another knife.

Jiang Yang smiled admiringly, thinking: Did everyone say Dongxin City's name "Shuanglin" when he was a child, making Meng Xiaodong misunderstood? Otherwise, how can the knife be precise and not soft?

Yin Guo was at the end of the line, and a group of them were at the front of the line.

Naturally, she couldn't hear these people talking. Still thinking that it shouldn't be a big deal, Lin Yiyang's fans in the United States are all over the stadium, and he doesn't feel anything. But why regret it?

Didn't do anything bad.

After arriving at the hotel, everyone was arranged for a medical examination.

The male and female players went in batches, and she didn't see Lin Yiyang.

Free at night.

In view of today's "small episode", she decided to go to see Lin Yiyang quietly.

I didn't tell him in advance, I wanted to surprise him.

Yin Guo came to Lin Yiyang's hotel floor, went outside, and knocked on the door.

It was Jiang Yang who opened the door. Seeing it was her, he smiled and pointed to the bathroom, meaning: take a shower.

"Is it convenient?" she asked in a low voice.

"Convenient," Jiang Yang took a door card from the cabinet with a smile, "I'm going out, you can talk slowly."

There was endless content in his smile, and Yin Guo couldn't understand the meaning of his smile.

When Jiang Yang left, she closed the door with her backhand.

I secretly pushed open the door of the bathroom, the sound of water was in my ears, and the white mist was lingering, and I could see a tall figure behind the white shower curtain, needless to say it was Lin Yiyang.

She didn't say a word, waiting by the marble sink for him to finish.

The man inside heard the door shaft sliding, thinking it was Jiang Yang coming in: "Have you left yet?"

Yin Guo pursed her lips and smiled, holding back, trying her best not to laugh out loud.

The water is off.

"I've been on fire all afternoon, and I haven't eaten two bites" The shower curtain was pulled open, and Lin Yiyang tried to reach for a bath towel on the silver metal shelf by the wall, but his hand stopped.

At first glance, Yin Guo looked naked, but he was still in the warm yellow light, with water droplets all over his body, and his texture was clear... Suddenly he was distracted, his eyes floated, and he didn't focus too much on him.

Between the self-struggle between watching and not watching, Lin Yiyang already took a bath towel, wiped her hair and upper body hastily, and walked to her in silence.

Knees and thighs were wet from touching his legs.

The back of his waist was covered by his half-wet hands, and he hugged it hard against his chest: "What are you looking at?"

She was afraid that he would get her clothes wet, and she couldn't go out for a while: "you dry it first, you get my clothes wet, and you can't go back."

Lin Yiyang grabbed the right hand of the bath towel, went to slide the bathroom door, and locked it.

The 70-day training camp is at most a kiss, a hand, and nothing more. Once you are in this kind of atmosphere, just staring at each other is enough. Lin Yiyang took her to the sink, kissed her, squeezed her shoulders, sometimes light and heavy, and finally slipped down uncontrollably.

"Don't make trouble..." She felt dizzy from the heat, and felt that his hands were so strong that it hurt to pinch. Usually he is neither light nor heavy, which proves that he really wants it.

In the undissipated water mist, Lin Yiyang's eyes were terrifyingly dark, and he asked her with a smile, "What's the trouble?"

Yin Guo struggled for a while: kiss it, forget it...

He said slowly: Good.

Lin Yiyang picked her up, pocketed the clothes on the towel beside him, and brought them into the room together.

Passing through the gate, I haven't forgotten to lock it.

In the room, Lin Yiyang and Jiang Yang's suitcases were open, and they had not finished packing. Jiang Yang's bed was against the door, and a lot of sundries were lost. Lin Yiyang's bed was by the window. He threw his dirty clothes on the sofa and put Yin Guo on the bed. People also leaned over, kissed their lips, foreheads, and eyebrows... Two people, one was wearing nothing, the other was neatly dressed, and no one passed.

I really lit a fire, burning my heart and body to ashes. People have long been confused, but they still think about not doing too much. There is also a game, and the impact is not good.

Although the door is locked, no one knows, but I still have to guard the line in my heart.

Yin Guo closed his eyes and touched his body, trying to help him. Lin Yiyang fished her hand back, put it on her own lower abdomen, pressed it firmly with her body, and asked with a low smile, "What are you touching?"

Obviously it's you, not me.

She met his eyes: "you said there was a fire in the afternoon?"

He didn't deny it.

"...Not for me, right?"

"What do you think?" he asked.

Yin Guo's hand slid down again, and was pulled up again by his wrist. This time he really laughed: "How about looking for something to clean up?"

The word "tidy up" was a tacit hint of flirtation between the two, which he often said in bed.

"I want to touch the name," she argued.

He didn't stop this time.

Yin Guo touched his waist and the mermaid line, found his name down, and touched it with the palm of his hand. Thinking that this man had his name on him, he felt an indescribable feeling of heat in his heart.

When I think that he will play five events, win a lot of gold medals, there will be more fans in the future, and think that he has his own name here, I feel that my vanity is completely satisfied, and even overflows.

He touched her long hair and suddenly asked, "Go back to my place?"

stay together?

"My parents don't like cohabitation," Yin Guo thought about the possibility, "It might not work if we live all the time."

Occasionally staying for two days shouldn't be a problem, she pondered.

Lin Yiyang didn't say much. Yin Guo noticed that his eyes hadn't moved away, and she wanted to comfort him. It didn't matter that she had an excuse to go to his dormitory to live. The bridge of the nose was scratched lightly.

Silly girl, let you live, not to do anything with you, but to marry you.

He rolled over and got out of bed, took out his underwear and trousers from the box, and finally dressed his lower body neatly, covering the boundless spring.

Yin Guo didn't think about it for too long, but instead noticed a guitar thrown on the sofa: "Did Jiang Yang bring this?"

"Yes," Lin Yiyang glanced at the guitar, "His blind date likes literary and artistic young people, and he picked it up recently. It used to be, but it has been lost for more than ten years, and he picked it up to coax the girl."

"My brother learned the piano when he was a child."

"In our generation, wealthy families liked to learn the piano when they were young," Lin Yiyang commented. "People like Jiang Yang taught themselves the guitar." Either they would start a band, or they would be a good tool for picking up girls.

Jiang Yang's family background is similar to Lin Yiyang's before his parents passed away. He also has many girlfriends, so he is naturally good at this.

"how about you?"

"Me?" Lin Yiyang shook his head, "I'm not interested in these."

It seems that he is really the most boring person. Apart from the game, he has no other memory of practising.

Yin Guo jumped out of bed with bare feet, stepped on the carpet in front of him, and inserted his right hand from the tattoo on his trousers waist. Lin Yiyang was made to go up and down by her repeated shows of love. He wrapped his arms around her waist and put his fingers behind her waist, and a few fingers scratched lightly on her soft skin.

Yin Guo saw that the stubble on his chin was coming out, he touched it with his fingers, and thorns slid past his fingers. The man who was touching the stubble lowered his head and looked into her eyes: "Go out. Turn around, stay any longer, I have no idea."

It's really not smooth today. In the afternoon, I was on fire in my heart, and now I am on fire on my body.

Like the Five Fingers Mountain pressing down on the back, only waiting for the sky light to burst and the boulder to collapse before the muscles and bones can move.