During the Snowstorm

Chapter 8: The world under the snow (4)

Back in the room, she took a shower, changed into pajamas, and threw herself into the quilt. She wanted to discuss with Zheng Yi whether she wanted to rent an apartment temporarily, but Zheng Yi did not reply for the time being. Considering the domestic time, it is estimated that it will take another half an hour.

These days, the time difference is finally normal.

But she was still drowsy and sleepy.

Wait, wait for the eyelids to start fighting. She wanted to persist until her friend replied, leaning on the bedside and playing with her phone.

Refreshing, a dozen new Moments messages popped up, and she liked them one by one.

The finger suddenly stopped on the screen, and there was a short text on it

It doesn't matter: Master Xiao Yang has someone in his heart.

This name is Wu Wei, she has just added a new WeChat, and she still has an impression.

That "Yan"? Lin Yiyang?

...Fortunately, I didn't like it, just a little bit.

Yin Guo was distracted for a moment, and accidentally kicked off the TV remote control on the quilt. She sat up subconsciously and scratched the edge of the pillow behind her and scratched her ears. It hurts.

She touched it, and it seemed to be swollen, where he was scratched by the zipper of his cuff. She got out of bed, pulled her slippers, and rummaged in the suitcase to find the all-purpose erythromycin ointment. Unscrewed the cap of the vial, and it fell into the box without holding it firmly.

As a result, I searched for a bottle cap for a long time and couldn't find it, so I squeezed out a little and smeared my ears.

Back in bed, Zheng Yi came to life.

Zheng Yi: I think it's ok. Anyway, you are already familiar with them now, and they are all good people. Although it is safer to live in a school dormitory, it is expensive after all. It is good to let your brother try it out in advance and rent an apartment outside.

Yin Guo went back to the topic of renting a house.

Xiaoguo: If we move there, we'll have to change the ballroom.

Zheng Yi: What are you afraid of? Isn't that Wu Wei going to compete? It must also be trained, and there will be a ball room to introduce you.

Right.

Zheng Yi said that he was going out to work, but didn't say more.

Without a chat partner, her mind slipped back to that circle of friends, and she couldn't help but re-watch it.

There is only one visible message under the indifferent circle of friends.

Lin: Delete, she can see.

Sure enough, he was talking about Lin Yiyang.

Are you saying he has a crush on a girl? she guessed.

After a minute, Yin Guo was curious to refresh and deleted it.

Clean, as if it never existed. I don't know how many people saw it. Anyway, she was one of them, and she had to pretend she never saw it. This kind of emotional thing is seen by people who don't know well...not very good.

Yin Guo leaned there, turning the phone with both hands upside down.

No wonder, he speaks more freely with his cousin, and saves himself whenever he can. There is someone you like, and you are avoiding suspicion.

She suddenly wanted to find a friend and say, you know, Lin Yiyang has someone he likes.

But soon, stop and say what this is for.

***

Lin Yiyang was in the subway car.

Apart from him, there were only two dark-skinned teenagers in this carriage, chatting at a high level. He admires black people's natural high kung fu most, and their body language is extremely rich.

Lin Yiyang lowered his head and glanced at his phone.

He needs a network signal, can swipe the circle of friends, and see if Wu Wei has deleted it, and by the way, he tells the kid not to talk nonsense. In addition, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He has always liked to wear a watch on the right hand. He had broken the case glass, but at the moment of repairing the watch, he wanted to change it to the left hand. After a few days, he felt awkward. , in the end.

Lin Yiyang unfastened the metal chain buckle and took it off. Just after realizing it, Yin Guo entered the hotel. He recalled the details, as if his watch had scratched her ear.

The subway enters the station.

Two black teenagers jumped out of the car.

Lin Yiyang brushed the Moments for the first time and deleted it, very good.

When the subway door was closed, he opened Yin Guo's WeChat chat window.

Lin: Did it hurt your ear?

RedFish: No, no.

RedFish: Just bumped into it.

Lin: [coffee]

RedFish: [happy]

Lin Yiyang watched the conversation between the two, but could not see where there was a problem.

However, it seems that he is not very good at chatting with girls, and after a few words, it turns into an expression of farewell.

He put the watch on his left wrist, looked at the conversation between the two of them on the phone, pondered for a while, but didn't know what to say. It is estimated that people should go to bed, and put the mobile phone in the pocket of his trousers.

Back to Wu Wei's apartment.

Wu Wei was in a small room with a yoga mat on the side of the bed. He was leaning on the mat with his hands on his back. He was doing aerobic fitness. The sweat on his face was dripping down. It was the most exhausting moment. .

Lin Yiyang entered the door, took off his heavy winter clothes, and threw them on Wu Wei.

The latter was deflated and lay down on the mat completely: "It's done in two minutes, it's really time for you to come back."

The winter clothes were melted with snow. Wu Wei picked it up carefully and observed Lin Yiyang's expression. Does it look okay? That's good.

"I just posted that on purpose," Wu Wei said.

Lin Yiyang gave Wu Wei a warning glance.

He opened the drawer and looked for coins.

"Why are you doing laundry now?"

He was noncommittal, took the coins, found an empty paper bag beside the bed, found the dirty clothes in the room, and stuffed it in.

He picked up a zippered sports jacket from the bed, put it on, carried the paper bag, and opened the door to leave.

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Wu Wei asked. "Do you have any interest in the little beauty?"

He glanced at Wu Wei.

"Yes, right? It's tempting, it's inevitable."

The sound of the door closing directly blocked Wu Wei.

Going to the laundry room of the apartment downstairs, the sister who happened to be renting a house with Wu Wei was there. The two were chatting with a smile, greeting Lin Yiyang and saying goodbye by the way, they will move out tomorrow.

Lin Yiyang responded politely, stuffed five coins into the washing machine, stuffed clothes, and set the time. Open wash.

The two sisters are gone.

There's no one here, so it's fine to sit and wait.

He picked the chair in the middle and sat down with his back against the wall. When he saw that Yin Guo was there just now, the circle of friends he sent was a donation of tables and chairs from a primary school campus. Haven't slept yet?

Lin: Haven't slept yet?

RedFish: Insomnia.

Lin: Time difference?

RedFish: I have been here for more than ten days, and the jet lag is long gone. I guess the noodles are too delicious?

Lin: This one is average and tastes good.

The most important thing is that the ramen restaurant is downstairs in Wu Wei's apartment. He and Wu Wei are regular customers, so it is most convenient to enslave him to go first.

RedFish: Very good, at least I eat to my heart's content.

Lin: The chicken soup base tonight is not as good as the traditional pork.

RedFish: I didn't even eat it. Is it chicken soup? ?

Lin: Yes.

RedFish: I feel like you are familiar with ramen.

Lin::)

Lin Yiyang searched.

I found a few good ramen restaurants, pushed her the address, and pushed five or six restaurants.

RedFish: Thank you, thank you.

Lin: I have the opportunity to invite you.

RedFish:

Lin: ?

RedFish: ...you really love to invite people to dinner.

Lin Yiyang was amused by this.

This is an illusion. He hates eating with people he doesn't know and doesn't know well. Eating is a very personal matter, and generally he will take the initiative to find someone to accompany him to eat if he has known people for more than four or five years. Otherwise, even if they are forced into the dinner party, it will be solved with just a glass of wine, and then find a place to eat after the dinner party.

Looking at Yin Guo's words, he couldn't think of what to reply, so he made an expression habitually.

Lin: [coffee]

Unsurprisingly, it's the same over there

RedFish: [happy]

It's been a long time, I haven't talked to anyone like this, especially if the other party is a girl.

Most of them are golfers here, and there are no female friends. The most familiar one is Wu Wei.

That night, he was irritable and wanted to find a place to drink despite the blizzard.

Called Wu Wei, and the two went to RedFish. Just before he was about to enter the door, he saw such a girl through the glass window, with black hair, black eyes, a small stature, a scarf around her, and making a phone call inside the glass. There was water vapor on the glass, and he couldn't see the color of his eyes. He suddenly became a little curious about a stranger, guessing that she was Asian? Or Chinese?

In the blizzard days when the mood was at its lowest, the traffic in the whole city was paralyzed, the company was suspended, and the school was closed, I met a strange and exciting girl of the same nationality and blood in a bar I frequented the most.

Really the only consolation in Blizzard.

Want to know her, everything starts from this idea.

I wanted to send her to the hotel safely, and then I came up with this idea.

He clearly wanted to go for a drink all night, but he told Wu Wei that he had to leave in a hurry, and asked Wu Wei to ask the younger brother if he wanted to "drop in" to see them...

Those days were the lowest point in his mood.

When an old friend came to New York, he didn't want to meet, so he spent several days in bars and ballrooms, booked a train ticket back to Washington, and wanted to leave as soon as possible to avoid these old friends.

Just as he was on his way to the train station, she sent a friend request.

On the train, she sent another transfer application.

Until tonight, it's logical to know the real each other, and then what?

Lin Yiyang, what's next?

he asked himself.

Someone else entered the laundry room, interrupting his musings.

In the middle of the night, the people doing the laundry are always there.

Lin Yiyang didn't want to wait any longer. He went upstairs with an empty paper bag and threw five coins to Wu Wei, telling him to count the time, go down to dry the clothes, and bring them up for himself.

He took out a quilt, fell on the sofa, and slept in his clothes.

Wake up again, it's morning.

The two sisters were moving. Wu Wei rolled over on the bed and continued to sleep with his head covered. He didn't get up to say goodbye. The outside changed from noisy to clean, and later, he couldn't hear whether it was Deep Sleep, or the house was moved, he didn't know.

At eleven o'clock, he was woken up by the alarm on his mobile phone.

He sat up, covered his face with his hands, was awake for a full minute, and heard laughter outside.

The fever just subsided the day before yesterday, and I came back from the train yesterday. I didn't stop all day until late at night. I didn't feel tired before going to bed. Now, the fatigue is all coming. He rubbed his face, his short hair was messed up on his forehead, and he scratched twice with his hands to find slippers and put them on.

Wearing a sports coat all night, hot and uncomfortable.

He took off his coat, threw it on the bed, got up, and opened the bedroom door.

Looking for water to drink.

In an instant, the world was completely silent.

In the living room, there were three men and two women sitting on the sofa. They were very young. They looked seventeen or eighteen years older, and two of them were estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old. Behind the bar in the kitchen, leaning beside the refrigerator was Wu Wei, and opposite him was a man in his thirties.

When everyone heard the door being opened, they all looked at the door of the room.

Lin Yiyang was wearing white short sleeves and black sports trousers in the winter. He was just waking up, holding the door handle and leaning against the edge of the door. There were folds on his short sleeves. On the white face, the black eyes were the most beautiful, but unfortunately, they were full of sleepiness and were not fully opened.

There is also a scar on the right side of the face pressed by the pillow, which is very eye-catching. I don't know what kind of scar.

His eyes were not focused.

The first thing I saw was a row of children on the sofa... brows furrowed.

What is that kid Wu Wei doing? No money to spend, want to take apprentices?

The real person is so tall, little uncle. the boys on the sofa thought.

Really handsome, little uncle. The girls on the sofa thought.

This is what I have only heard of from the elders of the club - the teacher's sixth junior brother.

Like their teacher, they won the championship in the junior group at the age of 12, and began to compete in the professional group at the age of 13. Together with the teacher, they won the championship and runner-up in that year's competition respectively.

In the club, when everyone mentions him, he is called by different names: Young Master Yang, Duzuo, Sixth Brother, Sixth Uncle, Old Sixth.

And everyone knows that it is him who is mentioned - Lin Yiyang.

When he saw these strangers, his first reaction was to frown, and he didn't like the excitement.

Seeing the thirty-year-old man again, Jiang Yang, the teacher of the children on the sofa, his eyes stopped for a few seconds.

"I heard that they came over last week and didn't meet you," Jiang Yang was wearing a shirt and trousers, with a pair of thin white-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I thought you were going to run away again this time."

Lin Yiyang opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt dry.

He pulled his slippers, walked from the door of the room to the bar, opened the refrigerator, looked for water, but no, he found a bottle of cold beer, opened it, and took a sip.

After moistening his throat, he propped up the bar with his elbows, looked at Jiang Yang, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you here to compete?"

"Yes, they are mainly brought here, for the youth and youth groups to compete," Jiang Yang pointed to the few on the sofa, "all of them are my apprentices."

"Hello, little uncle." Everyone shouted one after another, respectfully.

Lin Yiyang waved his hand casually, correcting them: "I left the club early, there is no uncle here. I think I'm young, I'm called Brother Ju Liu, and I think I'm old, I'm called Uncle Ju Liu."

Jiang Yang sneered: "They call you Brother Six, what do you call me?"

Lin Yiyang smiled and didn't answer.

He took another sip of wine, looked at Jiang Yang, and looked at each other.

Brothers who haven't seen each other for many years, thought their relationship had faded, but at the moment of meeting again, they realized that they had a young relationship. They got up at 5 in the morning to practice ball in the ballroom, and at 7 o'clock, they carried their schoolbags and rode their bicycles. The years of going to school for early self-study are engraved in my bones.

After many years of wandering, goodbye brothers and friends.

The burning pain in my chest has not changed.

Lin Yiyang and Jiang Yang apprenticed in the same year, almost a week apart. Jiang Yang arrived at the club first, and he arrived later.

That night, he ate a bowl of knives-cut noodles. It was snowing and wrapped like a small zongzi. He rode his bike and went to the golf club alone. When he entered the door, Jiang Yang was wiping the pool table with a rag. When he saw him, he probably realized that Lin Yiyang wanted to come to apprentice, but instead of going in to find a teacher, he walked up to him and made a gesture of height: "So short? Your parents? Do you agree? Go back and call your mother. The teacher accepts apprentices and asks parents to nod."

"I don't have parents." The little boy told the other party.

Jiang Yang, who was holding the rag, was completely dumb.

This senior brother who was trying to bully him was called Jiang Yang, which had the same pronunciation as the last character of his name.

That year, he was in the second grade and Jiang Yang was in the sixth grade.

Compared to his height, he is really not a gentleman. However, at the age of a young boy, he still doesn't understand what a gentleman is and what a gentleman's movement is.

Of course, in China that year, this sport had basically nothing to do with gentlemen. At that time, a table was paid for one dollar, and the billiard hall gave the most impression of smoking, noisy, and foul language... He just heard that there was a game in this game, and there was a game. bonus. very good.

And he, Lin Yiyang, finally succeeded in apprenticeship and became the last apprentice of the teacher.