During the Snowstorm

Chapter 47: Tide of Fate (1)

Chen An'an felt that if he continued to look at it, the president's eyes would grow.

"They're so happy for half a pack of cigarettes?" He had nothing to say.

"The tobacco tax is high and the cigarettes are expensive," Lin Yiyang told him. "That box is more than ten yuan in China, and it's more than sixty here."

Homeless people have no regular income and certainly rarely buy.

Chen An'an had a concept after what he said, and his sympathy overflowed. He asked Lin Yiyang to buy two new packs for the homeless. By the way, he also took Lin Yiyang as an interpreter and chatted with the homeless for most of the night.

When he got home, he was still high in jet lag and alcohol. Lin Yiyang was afraid that he would be too excited and affect tomorrow's game, so he took him to the room to lie down.

When Chen Anan entered the room, Lin Yiyang sat on the sofa, remembering the so-called "measures" that Yin Guo said, and asked a question.

Yin Guo mysteriously took out a small box of contraceptive patches from his box and showed him.

Lin Yiyang poured it out and saw that it looked like a small piece of plaster. Yin Guo has old problems on his shoulders and waist, and he has been sticking various things to heal his injuries. So seeing this sticker, he thought it was for healing.

He wanted to ask further, and the door on the right was opened again.

"Still can't sleep--" Chen Anan saw that one of them was sitting on the sofa and the other was half-squatting there.

"Which of the two of you is sprained?" Chen Anan saw what Lin Yiyang was holding, and was speechless again: "My waist hurts too, and I didn't sleep well on the plane. Come on."

Yin Guo snatched the box and patch from Lin Yiyang's hand, stuffed it back, and ran away.

Chen An'an was confused and asked in a low voice, "Is my sister-in-law unhappy?"

Lin Yiyang glanced at him: "Does your back hurt?"

"Ah... It's a bit." Chen Anan covered her waist, but she didn't dare to lie to him.

Lin Yiyang stood up, went to the plastic cabinet against the wall for a while, threw a box of genuine plasters, ignored him and went back to sleep.

***

The group stage schedule begins on Tuesday.

Yin Guo slaughtered all the way, with the same potential. On the last day of the group stage, he encountered the famous American player Ashly. In this game with an extremely high attendance rate, she staged a shocking reversal from 5-10, grabbed the match point, blew up four times in a row, and finally managed to catch up to 11-10 and won that game. Contest.

As a foreign player, in the gym that day, all the local fans stood up to applaud and cheer for her.

With his excellent state, Yin Guo entered the quarter-finals without any suspense, and Chen An'an also performed exceptionally well and entered the quarter-finals of the Open for the first time in the last competition.

On Saturday, it was the men's and women's quarterfinals.

At 1:25 in the afternoon, before Yin Guo's first match, after changing into her shirt and trousers, she returned to her own corner in the lounge, guessing where Lin Yiyang was.

He has spent the past few days in Washington dealing with the ballroom over there, seeing his old classmates and friends, and agreed to come back to watch her and Chen An'an's game today. But for some unknown reason, Yin Guo was always apprehensive, afraid that he might not catch up.

The phone is not around, this is her habit before the game, and naturally she can't contact her.

At 1:30, as usual, she entered the venue 30 minutes earlier.

There were also several female players who entered the arena with her, and Su Wei, who had the best relationship with Yin Guo, was among them. Under the guidance of the staff, everyone entered the corridor and headed to the arena.

"I just met Lin Yiyang outside," Su Wei knew about her relationship with Lin Yiyang, and spoke to her in a low voice in Chinese, "You know? A reporter interviewed him in Washington two days ago, and broke the news that he I shouldn't be participating in the nine-ball game in the United States again." Su Wei said with regret.

"Well, he mentioned it twice," Yin Guo said, "after all, energy is limited."

Lin Yiyang's style of play has always been very special. In the past year, he has not only won numerous honors here, but has also shown a fresh technique and attitude to this niche circle, and has also attracted many new players who do not watch the nine-ball game. Fans join the circle.

A new star who just rose, but announced to leave here at the peak, has undoubtedly become a big news. The response from fans online was intense, doing everything they could to keep him. There must be some incomprehension and fierce words, but it is more of a blessing, looking forward to his return, hoping that he can think of this arena again and dedicate his wonderful game.

Lin Yiyang has no public social account, and the messages are all under the news, and Yin Guo has seen them roughly.

Zheng Yi also became curious because of the discussion among several billiards fans in the classmates circle. He went to watch the crowd all night. In the end, when he saw the fans' messages, his heart was broken. The direct comment was: Actually, you are a man. ruthless.

...

Yin Guo and Su Wei were talking and walked through the corridor.

There was a lot of noise in the stands, causing several female players who entered the stadium to stop, and Yin Guo also looked up.

The place where she entered was also the entrance of the south stand, so her vision was blocked, and she could only wait for the flow of people to move forward. But it was clear that she heard someone calling "Lin".

In sight, he soon appeared, surrounded by enthusiastic fans.

Lin Yiyang was wearing all black, dark red sneakers, and a black baseball cap to keep himself low-key, but it was obviously useless. This kind of niche project, anyone who can arrive at the stadium on time is a die-hard fan, who would not recognize him?

He played local games here. Unlike international players like Yin Guo who came to participate in an open tournament, he had real local fans... There are people who want to take photos and sign autographs. Fortunately, most of them just want shake hands.

The south side of the stand was shouting "Lin, Lin" enthusiastically, attracting all the fans in the south.

The remaining three stands were far away, unable to understand the situation, and they were eager to see who was coming.

It was the first time for Yin Guo to see him with fans. It was fresh and looked at him from a different angle like a little fan girl.

Sun Zhou saw Yin Guo first, tried his best to clear the crowd, patted Lin Yiyang's arm and shouted, "Sister-in-law is below, look down."

As soon as Lin Yiyang lowered his head, he saw Yin Guo, across the railing, waving his small hand to himself in the arena. His heart moved, and he inevitably took a second glance, which attracted the fans in the stands to look down.

Yin Guo was dumbfounded.

Beside her, Su Wei immediately pulled her away: "Want to expose it today?"

"No," she blushed. "It was the first time I watched him interact with local fans here, and it was fun."

"It's fun?" Su Wei laughed and teased, "Who insisted on showing me the WeChat conversation and said it didn't matter at all?"

"At that time...it really didn't matter."

Su Wei looked incredulous, Yin Guo was speechless.

Soon, she was taken to her own table.

Twenty minutes to the game.

On the small table at hand, the staff politely placed two glasses on it, and pointed to the glasses, meaning it was for Yin Guo. She smiled and said thank you, took out her thermos cup, poured hot juice there, and prepared to drink it between games.

Put the mug aside.

She quietly went to the auditorium to see how he was doing.

The fans in the south stand gradually calmed down, and Lin Yiyang finally reached his seat. Not only Sun Zhou followed him, but also several students from his own ballroom. He has been talking to Sun Zhou about the ball room in a low voice, half of his face is covered by the brim of his hat, trying to be an ordinary spectator.

But obviously, because of the enthusiasm of the audience, it also attracted the attention of the director.

The first source of income for this kind of event is the sale of live broadcast rights. If there are star players present, the director will of course not let it go.

"Everyone watching the live broadcast, as prompted by my colleagues, we have a key guest at the open today. Please send the camera to our Lin."

On the big screen, Lin Yiyang's corner was suddenly enlarged.

Sun Zhou was stunned, and bumped Lin Yiyang with his shoulder, reminding him, boss, you are on the live broadcast.

Lin Yiyang was also surprised.

"Lin, don't you want to say hello to everyone?" the commentator asked with a smile.

In the camera, Lin Yiyang's eyes were not very clear and were blocked by the brim of his hat. He politely raised his right hand and said hello to the other three stands and the audience in the live broadcast.

The sudden applause lasted for half a minute.

A staff member took the opportunity to run to him and handed over the microphone.

Lin Yiyang waved his hand and refused.

But obviously, no one will let him go: "Lin, are you here today to see your old friends on the field for the last time?"

Another female commentator also answered: "Almost all the male players in the arena today have dealt with him, and they must all regret not playing against him again at the US Open"

The female commentator stopped abruptly, and after three seconds of silence, the female commentator smiled happily: "Berry just posted the status on Facebook - thank you Lin for not signing up for the Open Championship, no player wants to see him, not at all. "

Everyone laughed.

In the laughter, the voice of the female commentator raised a little bit, and read the text on the mobile phone more happily: "Berry sent another one - please we must find the video of last year's Open, the last of the women's group match. You will discover a shocking secret."

Yin Guo's hand holding the glass was clenched tightly.

She knows what they're talking about...

In less than half a minute, amid the excitement and anticipation of the scene, an old picture appeared on the big screen

The girl who just won the game put down her club and ran to the south stand immediately after the game. In the picture, you can only see three Chinese men in the stand. Last year's commentary was still explaining: "In the stand There are two Chinese male players, it seems that our female players are going to high-five with their companions to celebrate."

The commentary at the time believed that was the case and did not give a close-up.

The screen just flashed by.

But looking at it again today, everyone at the scene recognized that the only Chinese man who no one knew last year was Lin Yiyang.

There is no need for close-ups at all, fans will not admit mistakes, even if you give everyone a silhouette, they will recognize it.

I don't know who was the first to applaud and whistle, the scene was all boiling, applause, whistles, laughter, and Lin after another, making the field more lively than ever.

Su Wei also kept laughing and pushed her back with her hands. She knew more than the audience, so she was naturally more excited.

Yin Guo turned around and opened Su Wei's hand, but her palm was already sweaty.

I never thought it would be terrifying to be watched like this.

In the liveliness of the scene, the voice of the commentary led to the heroine of the event: "The girl in the replay, now sitting in our field, is about to usher in her semi-finals today. In the group the day before yesterday, this girl once performed A shocking turnaround and victory over the champion of the last Open."

The shot is split in two in the voice of the commentary.

Half of it was given to her.

"The picture is for you." Su Wei reminded her.

Yin Guo put down his hands reflexively, trying to maintain his image as a champion seed.

The complexion can't be deceived. The Asian girl's skin was originally white, but now her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are full of water. Obviously, the onlookers want to escape.

"So, Lin, at this time last year, who were you here for?" the commentator hit a straight shot.

In the other half of the picture, Lin Yiyang laughed when asked.

"It's hard to answer? Then change the question," the female commentator asked with a smile, "Who are you here for today?"

Knowing that he could not escape, he took the initiative to reach out to the staff around him and asked for a microphone.

Amid the rounds of applause and laughter from the people around him, he held the small black microphone, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Since you've seen it all," his voice resounded throughout the gym, "I still need to Do I answer?"

Applause and noise once again set off a new round of climax.

"Of course, of course I want you to tell me." The commentator did not show weakness.

in the screen.

Lin Yiyang switched the microphone from his left hand to his right, and looked towards the arena, looking at her figure in the distance.

Yin Guo held her right wrist with her left hand, holding her breath, she could not guess what Lin Yiyang was thinking.

My cousin has been over the wall at home these past few days, showing my grandmother the live broadcast of his game, so today's answer at this moment will definitely be known by the family.

She is also waiting, waiting with everyone.

Lin Yiyang was in the camera, and slowly changed the microphone to another hand, his eyes were always on her in the arena. Because the stand is high and the field is low, he also lowered his head in the live broadcast, and no one could see his expression.

"Last year, I saw her in a small bar here. At that time, I didn't enter the door, and stared at her for three or four minutes from the glass window," Lin Yiyang's voice filled every corner of the gym, "but she didn't do not know."

The rare silence is cooperating with him.

"I was thinking, I want to meet this girl, I want to go in and buy her a drink, I want to get her contact information tonight. I know very well that I want to pursue her, but I don't know how to say it. She So pretty, I'm afraid I'll screw it up."

Silence for a few seconds.

He added: "Trust me, I'm really afraid I'm going to screw up."

It's the gym, where he's won a lot of accolades, and it's full of his homegrown fans. But he was frankly confessing his cautiousness and heart at that time, and he made no secret of it...

Yin Guo's eyes were full of water mist, her lips were shaking slightly, she wanted to bite, but she couldn't.

"So you succeeded today." The commentator laughed.

"Hopefully," Lin Yiyang was also laughing. He looked up at the live broadcast, which was half of himself and half of Yin Guo, who was full of tears. "I think, I will succeed."

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