During the Snowstorm

She seemed to have lost her hearing, and the congratulations around her disappeared.

Hands are chilling. He chased three more—

Lin: I'm on the plane.

Lin: Concentrate on the game. It's not very useful for you to come back, and I can't take care of you these two days.

Lin: Shut down first, see you when I go back to China.

Yin Guo leaned against the wall, his mind blank.

Her grandparents were still there, and her grandfather was only a few years old when she left, so she felt Lin Yiyang's pain instinctively. The closest relative who passed away was Meng Xiaodong's mother. Meng Xiaodong didn't speak for three days at that time.

Lin Yiyang must also be the same type of person as Meng Xiaodong. Some people will show their pain and let everyone watch them as hysterical to relieve it, while some people will stab themselves with knives in their hearts and refuse to say a word more.

...

I really want to go back and be with him.

The caller ID brought her back to reality, it was Meng Xiaodong.

"Brother..." She put the phone to her ear, her nasal voice thick.

Meng Xiaodong briefly explained the matter briefly. It was a sudden death. After getting up in the morning, he walked around the room for two laps, which was fine. The whole family was cooking and watching TV. When it was time to eat, the old man had already left.

"I've bought a ticket for you. It's two o'clock in the afternoon," Meng Xiaodong said. "There's no ticket today. Even if you catch the earliest train tomorrow, you'll only be in the country three hours earlier. Even if you do come back, he won't care. on you."

Didn't hear her say anything, her cousin called her: "Xiaoguo?"

"Well," Yin Guo pressed his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Finish the game first. Whether it's a gold medal or a silver medal, you must get one back."

Meng Xiaodong has been in such a poor state this year that it has affected Beicheng's reputation. The focus of the nine-ball is on women. Yin Guo is the best performer in the new generation of Beicheng, and he is also recognized by Meng Xiaodong as the successor of the nine-ball, so every open match is very important.

"I know," she whispered, more nasal.

"Don't cry at the scene and affect other people's games." Meng Xiaodong reminded her.

Yin Guo obediently ran to the bathroom.

Meng Xiaodong persuaded him for a while, and as soon as he hung up the phone, his cousin who didn't know the truth immediately sent a screenshot.

Tiantian: What happened to Brother Yang? ? ? ?

In the picture, it is Lin Yiyang's circle of friends.

His circle of friends is useless. Three minutes ago, there was one more, which read: Time is ruthless.

With an old photo.

It was a simple office. In the photo was a smiling old man. There were six men on either side and behind him. Among them, only Lin Yiyang and Jiang Yang were familiar.

This was the office of Mr. He in Dongxincheng that year.

In the photo, He Wenfeng, who is in his 60s, Lin Yiyang, 8, and Jiang Yang, 14.

***

on the plane.

Lin Yiyang turned off the satellite network for fear of receiving any condolences.

Chen Anan was by his side. The two left together in the early morning, hiding from Yin Guo.

Since getting on the plane, Lin Yiyang stayed in his seat and didn't talk to anyone. The Internet was also on so that he could explain a few words to Yin Guo after the game.

Right now, everything that needs to be done has been done, and people are still at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and there is nothing more that can be done.

He held the remote control and looked at the screen in front of him. One after another movie posters passed by. Many pictures flashed by in front of his eyes.

When he just entered Dongxincheng, he didn't say that he had a younger brother at home because he was afraid that the teacher would think that he had no time to practice ball.

It was later revealed.

Years later, there was an additional DVD player in the teacher's office, and the CDs prepared were full of cartoons. At first, everyone laughed and asked Mr. He if he wanted to add a new grandson, because everyone knew that Mr. He had an early daughter, and his daughter married early, and there were no children in the family who still needed to watch animation.

Afterwards, Mr. He mysteriously went to the kindergarten to pick up Lin Yiyang's younger brother and wanted to take him to the ballroom. Unexpectedly, an old man suddenly appeared outside the kindergarten, but was guarded by the teachers. That night, Lin Yiyang got out of class late, and there were only two outsiders left in the kindergarten - one was the teacher who was blowing the cold wind outside the door, and the other was the younger brother who was waiting for him with his neck stretched out.

It was not until he confirmed the identity of the teacher that the security guard and the teacher let the old man go.

The teacher touched his nose and laughed at himself for a long time. He took Lin Yiyang and his younger brother back to the ball room, one to play ball and the other to watch cartoons.

Later, regarding this matter, the then-undeceased wife commented: "You still said it was his grandfather? What should Xiao Liu call you?"

"It's really, the seniority is wrong," Elder He thought for a while, "But I'm his father, and I'm a little old?"

...

Now Lin Yiyang recalls that he and his teacher are the most real grandfather and grandson. He was eight years old when he entered Dongxincheng, and his teacher was in his sixties. It is said that a teacher is a father for one day, but the teacher is more like a grandfather to him than a father, and is more tolerant than his father.

I thought it was a big mistake that was irreversible, and that our separation was for a lifetime. And you are too old, you only remember when I was a child, when I first entered Dongxincheng, what I liked to eat, what I hated to watch, all I was looking forward to was that I could go home, come home, and let you watch more Eyes up.

The most tolerant are the people of the next generation, but the ones who can't wait to leave the most are the people of the next generation.

The lights all around are on, and the flight attendant has already started to prepare breakfast.

The sudden brightness made Lin Yiyang uncomfortable. He took out the toiletry bag on the plane, found the toothbrush, and walked to the bathroom.

Wait until the narrow bathroom door closes.

He looked at himself in the mirror, that face, and that pair of eyes, and after two minutes of staring at himself, he put his hands on the edge of the small sink, clutching the unopened toothbrush, and propped up his left hand. At that, the right hand could not hold up.

It's too narrow here, it's hard to breathe.

Someone here has washed up first, and the smell of toothpaste is actually very light, but it pierces his eyes. When the tears fell, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pressed his forehead against the mirror, and the plastic toothbrush box in his palm was squeezed out of shape. A crisp sound of the plastic shell shattering filled the cramped bathroom. .

Trying to calm yourself is utterly useless. He clenched his left hand into a fist on the mirror surface, released it, and finally slammed his forehead on the back of his hand. Using pain, using all my strength to restrain, trying to get rid of this feeling of powerlessness...

...

Just like squatting outside the Dongxincheng Gate many years ago, the whole person is wrapped in the powerlessness of being abandoned.

Like a wet cloth soaked in water covering his face, he couldn't breathe, not even a trace of oxygen could get in.

It's the same both times.

The first time was when the teacher asked him to leave Dongxincheng and didn't want him anymore. This time, it was more thorough. He really left and he didn't want him anymore.

The lights in Dongxincheng, the lights in the office, go out forever.

***

Coming out of the bathroom, Lin Yiyang's short hair was wet at the tips, but there was no water, and it had been wiped dry. His face was also clean, except for the redness under his eyes and the bruises on the back of his left hand, there was nothing unusual.

Chen Anan leaned across from the bathroom, waiting for him. He can't comfort people, he can only watch over him.

The flight attendant was pushing a breakfast cart and was about to push it out, when she saw the two smiling and nodded. Lin Yiyang glanced at the steaming pots of things on the dining car, and asked Chen An'an in Chinese, "What are you doing standing up?"

But in just 20 minutes, he seemed to have smoked a cigarette for several nights, his voice was hoarse, and a few words seemed to be filled with blood in his throat: "It's okay."

***

In just one day, the news of Mr. He's death spread all over the industry. In the Chinese lounge, most of the players were of the new generation, and they didn't feel deeply. On the contrary, the coaches were very sad.

Before Yin Guo played, the coach asked her, "Is it alright? Mentality?"

Yin Guo nodded and walked away with the club.

She had a stopwatch in her heart, jumping at every stitch, urging her to go to the airport, go back to China, and meet Lin Yiyang.

It turns out that she is human, not god, and doesn't play well.

The opponent is also from China, and she accidentally made two obvious mistakes, which can be regarded as handing over the championship to her. Unexpectedly, when the state was extremely poor, Yin Guo unexpectedly won the first open championship in his life.

"This championship should be yours," she said, holding the opponent's hand in applause. "I won it because of your mistakes."

The nearly 30-year-old veteran smiled: "Nothing should or should not, the championship is yours."

"See you at the World Championships." Yin Guo said.

The other party smiled and asked her with concern: "Is the manuscript ready?"

Yin Guo nodded and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. The other party smiled and showed her his manuscript.

They don't have Lin Yiyang's speaking ability, they all made a draft last night, and whoever wins will go to the interview.

Yin Guo did not delay and entered the interview venue directly.

She bowed to the applause and took her seat.

The stopwatch in my heart has been ticking, counting the time and telling myself: I must go within fifteen minutes.

The first question is very conventional, congratulations for winning the championship, and a testimonial for winning the championship.

Next is free questioning, followed by six questions.

In the last four minutes, she held the manuscript paper. In fact, she recited fluently earlier, just waiting for the time to end.

The coach thought she was nervous, and whispered in Chinese, "Don't be too nervous."

Yin Guo shook his head lightly and smiled at the coach.

"First of all, congratulations, Miss Yin," a senior reporter grabbed the microphone in the corner, "I want to ask a more personal question, I hope you don't mind. The fans present today are wondering why Lin is not on this important day today. Are you there, or will you have another way to celebrate?"

Laughter filled the audience.

Yin Guo moved the small microphone towards him and was silent for a while.

After the laughter dissipated, she spoke softly: "In yesterday's semi-final, a Chinese player in the men's group withdrew, his name is Chen An'an, this year's semi-finalist, I believe everyone is also wondering why he suddenly withdrew from the competition. ."

Everyone was silent, waiting for Yin Guo to reveal the answer.

"He is Lin's younger brother and came from the same ballroom," Yin Guo said softly, "Lin left with him yesterday and flew back to China because their teacher passed away."

The flash fades away.

This is surprising and regrettable news.

"He was Lin's enlightenment teacher. Lin started at the age of eight and left him at the age of sixteen. He grew up in a place called Dongxincheng for eight years and learned to play with this teacher He Wenfeng. You must not know him. His name, he has not participated in international competitions and has no world rankings, because snooker started too late in China, and he had no chance to become famous. But this teacher has many disciples, and his disciples have all become this profession Lin is one of them. I have heard his name since I was a child, admired him, and looked up to him. It's a pity that I never got the chance to see him again."

Yin Guo thought about how excited he was when he heard that he was going to see his teacher when he was talking with Lin Yiyang at the airport.

Not only because of his relationship with Lin Yiyang, but also because he is He Wenfeng, who is full of peaches and plums, regardless of fame.

"Although I am a nine-ball player, I also respect this industry leader. Not only because he is Lin's teacher, but because he is the founder of this industry, the one who first ignited our dreams, an ordinary old man. "

"This champion of mine today..." She stammered for a few seconds. The original manuscript was—and she wanted to commemorate this teacher.

But it was temporarily changed to - "Actually, it should belong to the runner-up. Up to this second, I still think so. She played very well today, better than me. Thank you, everyone, listen to me, because I have to catch a flight back to China. , I have to say goodbye again, everyone, see you at the next Open."

Yin Guo stood up with his hands on the table, facing all the reporters.

After all, it was the first interview, and the paper in her hand was crumpled by her. In the end, her first thought was to run, she was dragged back by the coach, and she took a few pictures together.

After that, Yin Guo disappeared from the gym and went straight to the airport.

Ten minutes before boarding, she sat in the seat outside the boarding gate, waiting anxiously.

The palm vibrated, it was Meng Xiaodong.

M: Get off the plane, I'll pick you up and go to the memorial service.

M: Jiang Yang was hit hard this time.

M: In addition, Lin Yiyang took over Dongxincheng today.