"There's a DIY nglong store nearby," Lin Yiyang explained. "It's very close."
Is there a custom shop? Yin Guo's eyes lit up imdiately.
Sure enough, girls love this.
He was hesitating just now, because he was afraid that she would not be able to bear the ice cream after she had just finished eating raw and cold food. After thinking about it later, the atmosphere of that place is greater than the food, and it is not bad to take a picture without finishing it.
In fact, Wu Wei doesn't need to send it to himself, he has been there once.
It was the two who had a ga in the hotel. They had a great ti. They insisted on having so innocent and romantic date. They went to this store and ordered the exact sa ice cream. Kiss and I eat. Lin Yiyang finished drinking coffee and found that store, with a really indifferent face throughout the whole process, thinking that in such a store, there are not many chairs, and a few more people will have to stand to eat. Just to eat an ice cream, as for?
However, upon seeing Yin Guo's excited little eyes, his outlook changed.
But only twenty minutes later, he had a new understanding of the shop again.
After walking in the cold wind for nearly 20 minutes, I only found an empty store with no staff.
The two looked at each other.
"I'll ask Wu Wei." Lin Yiyang turned his back and called Wu Wei.
When the people over there heard that the store was closed, they reacted: "Fuck I forgot, it was closed in October. I didn't see anything here, and I don't like activities in the winter... Where are you? I Bring her brother over in a while."
"The address will be sent to you later."
Lin Yiyang hung up the phone: "The store is closed."
He held his phone and thought for a few seconds, then said, "Co with and find a sheltered place to wait for them."
The two continued to walk along the streets of SOHO and found a restaurant in a roundabout way.
Lin Yiyang took her straight in. It's not business hours, and the boss is sitting behind the bar by himself, watching a baseball ga.
Lin Yiyang knocked on the bar.
When the boss turned around, he saw that it was him, and imdiately smiled: "Have you co this week?"
"Yes. I want to have afternoon tea and make an ice cream, which is similar to the one made by nglong."
"no problem."
Lin Yiyang took her to a seat to rest.
After a while, the boss ca over with a large piece of ice cream and a few tools.
Lin Yiyang went outside to buy so ingredients, a packet of edible dried rose petals and dried red berries, and gave it to the boss. Vanilla ice cream, topped with white chocolate crust, sprinkled with toppings brought by Lin Yiyang.
In the end, the boss also poured dark chocolate sauce on purpose and pushed the plate to Yin Guo with a friendly smile.
"Thank you." Yin Guo politely thanked.
"You're welco, this kid will pay anyway." The boss patted Lin Yiyang's arm with a smile and asked him if he would watch the Dodgers ga and have live tickets. Lin Yiyang shook his head and refused with a wry smile. As graduation approached, he really couldn't find ti to watch the ga.
The other party glanced at Yin Guo, smiled and said, "I'm going to watch TV, co here directly if you want."
When the person left, she asked softly, "Your friend?"
"I know a retired baseball player who plays billiards well." Lin Yiyang said as he sent Wu Wei the address, took the wine list from the table next door, and looked at it.
Yin Guo slowly ate ice cream: "Graduating soon, aren't you busy?"
"Alright." He replied.
The truth is: crazy busy. The classmates who were renting together in Washington heard that he was coming to New York this week, and all showed a "Lin Yiyang is crazy" expression.
After taking two bites, she asked curiously, "Are you staying here in the future, or are you going to return to China?"
Whether to go back or stay, he never thought clearly.
But... he hesitated for a few seconds towards the girl in front of him, and then withdrew his thoughts, thinking too much was not good. So far, his love life for her is still blank, and he doesn't know if he has a boyfriend.
"I haven't figured it out yet," he replied.
"Thinking about playing professionally?"
"?" Lin Yiyang laughed at himself, "I didn't think about it."
Never thought of going back in ti.
But in Yin Guo's opinion, with Lin Yiyang's level, it would be a pity not to play professional gas.
So she kindly suggested: "I think you can try playing professional gas."
He closed the wine list and threw it back to the next table: "A lot of people don't participate in international competitions, they only play in regional competitions, do you know why?"
She shook her head.
There is no such thing as a regional competition in China, of course she doesn't know that.
"So are not interested in world rankings, so are not suitable for large-scale competitions, and have insufficient psychological quality." Lin Yiyang took the dessert list and looked at it. "The sa is true for . When I get to the competition, I will fall off the chain and won't be able to get on the stage at all."
"How is that possible." She smiled.
"Why is it impossible?" Lin Yiyang asked with a smile.
He knows that if two people want to understand each other, they must talk about the past.
And Yin Guo's brother is ng Xiaodong. Even if she doesn't consciously ask about her past, one day in the future, ng Xiaodong will tell her who Lin Yiyang is.
Who is it? He didn't know either.
Yin Guo couldn't think of the words he could take.
"Have you ever drunk sweet wine?" He seed to have thought of sothing.
There is a bottle of sweet wine here, which was opened by the owner when he ca last ti. I don't know if there is any more.
She shook her head: "Is it delicious?"
"It's wine, but it's all printed on the dessert list, not on the wine list."
Yin Guo was eager to try and nodded with a smile.
He closed the list, got up and asked the man watching the ga for a drink.
After a while, she brought a glass back and placed it in front of her, with a slender glass body and maroon liquor.
"How sweet?" She lay her hands on the table and sniffed.
"It's not sweet," he took a sip when he opened the wine last month. "An antique dessert wine that has been stored for more than 20 years. It's very punchy. Fortunately, this is the last drink."
Every bottle of wine is different, especially if it is a little old. Once you open a bottle and drink it, the bottle of wine will never exist.
Regardless of whether it is expensive or not, it is a unique luck to be able to drink it.
She slled it again, and in his encouraging eyes, she slowly took a sip.
Hmm...it's really good.
It's so strong that it burns the throat, but it's thick enough.
She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a rare ti to drink, and it was the last glass of this bottle of wine, so she still tried her best and continued to drink.
When Wu Wei and the others entered, they saw Yin Guo and Lin Yiyang sitting opposite each other, Yin Guo drinking a glass of wine.
This color, this cup, Wu Wei looked so familiar, he imdiately rembered what it was when he sat down. The owner of the wine drink is divided into cups, which are specially filled with antique liqueurs.
"This wine is good, one bottle is less than one bottle." Wu Wei introduced with a smile.
Well, after a bit of wind, your food bills are gone again this month. Eat a slice of pizza for yourself, and drink antique wine for three hundred dollars for others. If you say that you are boring to people, my last na is yours...
Wu Wei sat down and took out his mobile phone without changing his face.
It doesn't matter: you have nothing to do with people drinking antique wine, it's expensive, and people don't understand.
When Lin Yiyang saw that it was news from Wu Wei, he didn't even click on it.
Yin Guo drank slowly.
Although you drink it, you can drink this after eating seafood to warm your stomach.
ng Xiaotian made a statent and wanted to invite everyone, and the two n across from them both asked for the cheapest champagne. The cups were placed on the table. In fact, there was not much difference, except that Yin Guo's cup was dark in color.
Before going out, Lin Yiyang asked her when she practiced ball, and he saw that it was almost over. He left Wu Wei and ng Xiaotian to continue to play at SOHO, and he sent Yin Guo to the ball room first.
It was the sa single room, with a wooden door closed to block the sight from the outside.
But Lin Yiyang can't accompany her today, so he has to go back to school: "It's not peaceful here, it's similar to the country, there will always be troubles," he said, patting the table, "I know that this table belongs to , If anything happens, find anyti."
She said "um".
There is an illusion of being covered.
The man in front of her seed to want to say sothing, and she was waiting.
Lin Yiyang looked at her, opened his mouth, but greeted the door, and called the boss's fourteen-year-old son to co. He took out a note from his wallet, handed it to the other party, and whispered a few words in a low voice. The boy agreed and ran out. After a while, he ca back with two latte coffee in paper cups and handed it to Lin Yiyang. By the way, the door was also closed for them.
She was surprised: "I said earlier that you wanted to drink... I should have invited you."
I felt like I was eating and drinking since I woke up today. Lin Yiyang is too polite. real.
He raised his paper cup: "I wanted to drink, so I brought you a cup by the way. I was a little sleepy for the paper last night."
Did he stay up all night last night?
She still rembered that the lights in the living room soon disappeared, did she go back to the room?
Yin Guo was still distracted, he had already handed over the paper cup.
She took it casually, didn't pay attention, and held it in his hand.
She was startled, and withdrew her hand, apologetically smiled, too embarrassed to speak.
Lin Yiyang was also uncomfortable, cleared his throat, and said with a smile, "I have to catch the train, so let's go."
He put the paper cup on the edge of the table, and the hand that Yin Guo had held was slanted into the pocket of his trousers. One opened the door.
Outside the door, there are people at every table.
So people who knew him greeted him loudly. Lin Yiyang responded with two words. Before closing the door, he seriously warned: "I won't be here next week. That's the sa sentence. Co to anyti if you have anything."
"Yeah." Seeing the door being closed, Yin Guo breathed a sigh of relief.
She circled the table, scooping **** out of the bag one by one.
Outside, there was the sound of music, the noise of people after drinking, and the sll of fried chicken wafting in from the crack of the door. These are not what she cares about, what she wants to hear is whether he has left.
It seems to be still there, talking to the boss, and others.
Soon, everyone was saying goodbye to him, and the lively chatter gradually faded away.
Lin Yiyang left.
She pulled the club from the club barrel and arranged the colored **** into a diamond shape.
Touching the flannel of the ball table, she slowly cald down. Alright, let's start training and stop being distracted.
It's a pity that the training efficiency today is not very high. She stopped and stopped by the table until seven o'clock, and she was not in a good state. In the end, I had to stop for a while, thinking about whether I should focus on practicing the jump ball for an hour.
The sound of the voice call interrupted her, it was Coach Chen's call.
This coach is in charge of nine goals in the club, and is more concerned with the daily life and training of the girls here. This ti Yin Guo ca to the competition, and the private schedule was two months ahead of schedule, so the coach did not co first, but he still had to call her regularly every day to keep track of her training situation.
After Yin Guo got on the phone, the two of them didn't talk too much. They started talking about the training progress to the completion of today's task, and then discussed the main training direction for tomorrow.
After ten minutes of talking about work, Coach Chen relaxed and asked with a smile, "I'm watching the news, but there is another Blizzard in your place?"
"It's snowing, but it's stopped."
It is rare for her to chat with the coach about personal matters, but today she especially wanted to ask: "Coach, have you heard of Wu Wei? The players of this Open Championship."
"I've seen it on the entry list," Coach Chen said, "but he hasn't participated in the nine-ball ga, so I don't know much about it."
In their club, there are all kinds of gas, nine balls, middle eights, and snooker. At this ti, the trainers all gathered in the gym to exercise early.
One of the snooker coaches heard the na "Wu Wei" and answered: "Wu Wei is from Dongxincheng, and his qualifications are good, but he hasn't played much in the past two years, and he has not yet ranked in the world."
"Where's Lin Yiyang? Has Lin Yiyang heard of it?" Yin Guo asked imdiately.
Soone is laughing.
Coach Chen simply turned on the speakerphone.
Coach Fu of the nine-ball n's team said: "I rember this kid playing snooker. When he won the championship, my wife was the referee."
"Has he played professionally?"
"I did, but it was many years ago."
Yin Guo was surprised: "What competition did it co from? What's the best result?"
"Championship, won the championship in the first year. Your brother ca out at the sa ti as him, you can ask your brother."
Yin Guo stopped.
"You asked her to ask ng Laoliu about her teenage years, but she definitely doesn't rember it." Coach Chen knew that Yin Guo was afraid of his cousin, so he smiled and sat down on the phone, "Which club does he belong to? Never heard of him? , are you still playing gas?"
"It's been more than ten years since I retired, and it's also from Dongxincheng," Coach Fu suddenly rembered. "We had a new coach the day before yesterday, and it was from that club. Wait, I'll call over and ask."
There was no sound on the phone for a while.
Soon, the new coach was called, and when he heard it, he asked "Lin Yiyang" and laughed: "He Wenfeng, Mr. He, do you know?"
Who would not know. The most respected coach in the industry, although there are not many officially accepted apprentices, but he was the enlightennt teacher of many people. Many of the masters in Yin Guojia's club, when it cos to enlightennt teachers, are Lao He.
The new coach went on to introduce: "Lin Yiyang is a close disciple of Mr. He. But I haven't seen him, and I went in late. They all say that he is a genius, but he is also quite an asshole, the kind that no one can hold back."
The new coach introduced a few more sentences to the effect:
Lin Yiyang was very mad when he was a teenager. He was very angry with his tutor, and finally left. But the younger brothers and sisters all have a good relationship with him. When Mr. He hadn't retired yet, no one dared to ntion it in person. Later, Mr. He retired. The person in charge of this generation is Jiang Yang. He is Lin Yiyang's real senior brother. In the golf club, no one is allowed to say that Lin Yiyang is not good. Gradually, everyone stopped ntioning more than a dozen. Years ago.
People in Dongxincheng ntioned that Lin Yiyang was still the sixth brother and the young master.
"If you really want to know him, I can ask Master Yang for you." The new coach suggested.
When Yin Guo heard that he was going to ask Jiang Yang, he imdiately disard and surrendered: "No, no, no need to ask. Also, please don't tell my brother, I have inquired about them."
Jiang Yang is his cousin's nesis, so don't scold him.
After the phone was hurriedly closed, Yin Guo was still not satisfied with the little information he heard, and tried to search for him on the Internet.
So people comnted on the Dongxincheng Golf Club, and there was a Lin Yiyang in the na of the dense line; so people recorded the dostic competitions in those years, and listed the nas of the champions, runners-up and third place, and there would be one of him in more than a dozen. Except for one "Lin Yiyang" in these old web pages, there is no redundant introduction, not even photos.
The na Lin Yiyang has long been forgotten by everyone.
There are so many sports in China, but there are very few popular ones. There are thousands of athletes struggling in unpopular events, and as long as they don't make a na for themselves in the World Series, few people pay attention. What's more, Lin Yiyang won the championship more than ten years ago, it is difficult to leave a trace, unlike now, it is easy to leave a mark on the Internet.
When he thought that Jiang Yang was his senior brother, the gap between success and failure was even bigger.
The two of them were taught by the sa teacher. Now one is ranked among the top in the world, and the other has not even left any information in China. Except for the people in Dongxincheng Football Club, no one will rember him and ntion him.
Yin Guo closed the search page, opened Lin Yiyang's WeChat, stared at it for half a minute, wanted to say sothing, and finally closed it. But there is an uncontrollable desire to express, wanting to do sothing and say sothing.
Finally, I found a photo of an antique liqueur I took in the afternoon and sent it to a circle of friends. Text editing for a long ti, nothing tastes good, and I only wrote over and over: I forgot to ask the year.
At this ti, everyone in the country is awake, leaving ssages and complints.
She didn't read it carefully, and she exited and entered in an uneasy manner. After doing so several tis, she opened the ssage prompt.
The finger suddenly stopped on the screen, where there was a brief ssage
Lin: The year you were born.
There are new ssages displayed, and then refresh.
Lin: I an wine.
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