Be good

"Brother Xi, are you asleep?" Wang Xiao didn't know when he got out of the car and knocked on the window glass.

"Sleepy!" Lin Qianxi yelled, "I'm going to squint for a while!"

"Sleepy?" Wang Xiao muttered and walked away: "Didn't you feel refreshed just now..."

Lin Qianxi breathed heavily again, and exhaled again, finally calming down the restlessness.

"Master Cheng, brother Xi is taking a nap." Wang Xiao turned around outside and saw Zongcheng who had washed his hands, and found him sitting on the edge of the mountain, facing the small town in the distance, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Sparks flickered around his mouth, and he couldn't help asking: "Why are you sitting here smoking, it's windy here?"

Zongcheng took out the cigarette case and threw it to him: "Please, I'll take a nap too." After speaking, he stood up and went back.

Confused, Wang Xiao went to find Xue Sheng and Sun Kai with a cigarette.

Lin Qianxi was sitting on the car seat with his eyes closed, when he heard the car door being opened, he closed it with a "bang", bringing in a cool breeze and a very faint smell of tobacco.

He opened his eyes, and just as he turned his head, a can of beer was stuffed into his arms. Immediately after his shoulders, Zong Cheng pulled him over and hugged him.

"good boy."

"Huh?" Lin Qianxi's Adam's apple rolled, and when he touched it, he remembered just now, only the tone of voice was still ruffian.

In the dark, Zongcheng's lips were close to his ears, opened and then squeezed. Finally, with a can of beer in his hand, he touched the can in his arms and said, "Happy birthday."

Lin Qianxi lifted his foot and kicked him on the leg, grinning: "Fuck, that's really fun!"

Double entendre.

This birthday is really... romantic and romantic.

Zongcheng laughed silently, stretched out his long legs, put them on the instrument panel, grabbed his leg and put it on his own, and leaned back with his arms around him.

There are indeed stars in the sky, which can be seen through the front windshield of the car.He glanced at the stars, then turned his head and glanced at Lin Qianxi's side face immersed in darkness.

In fact, I almost wanted to say just now that Ji Cai was right, he felt as if he was really stuck.

……

The pickup truck drove all the way back to the small town at dawn, and drove directly outside the community where Lin Qianxi lived.

Lin Qianxi unbuckled his seat belt and glanced at the back row, where Wang Xiao and the others were lying on their backs, asleep.

The three light bulbs froze into dogs in the middle of the night, and refused to get off after climbing to the back seat. Even the old motorcycle was delivered to the back of the pickup by Lin Qianxi and Zongcheng together, and brought back.

The car door was pushed open with a "click", Zong Cheng turned his head towards him and went out first.

Lin Qianxi got out of the car, facing the cold wind, pulled the collar of the down jacket, walked around the car, looked at Zongcheng who had just zipped up the leather jacket, pointed to the gate of the community with a half-smile, and whispered: "I'm going back ah."

Zong Cheng looked at him: "Didn't Wu Chuan say he wanted you to find his coach? I'll meet you later."

"Okay, I'll remember." Lin Qianxi smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to enter the community.

Zongcheng couldn't see him, so he got into the car again.

Just as he sat down, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, and the "good boy" who had just returned sent a WeChat message.

-- forgot to tell you.

--I enjoyed my birthday very much.

Zong Cheng's broken eyebrow raised lightly. He asked him if he liked it before, but he didn't answer until now.

With a sound of "whoosh", he added another one.

--Happy New Year, Lord Cheng.

Zongcheng held the steering wheel with one hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and typed a reply with his fingers, imitating his accent.

-- Make it better in the coming year, Xi Ge.

"Why did you drive here?" Wang Xiao was woken up by the voice of WeChat in the back row, sat up and said, "Is this a special trip to send Xi Ge? My shop has passed by, and it's a good deal for you to return the car directly, Mr. Cheng. Come here Detour."

"The car I rented, why doesn't it depend on my mood?" Zongcheng asked.

"Oh, yes." Wang Xiao had nothing to say.

Zongcheng put away his mobile phone and drove out the car.

After Lin Qianxi went back, he was trying to catch up on sleep. When he threw himself on the bed, he smelled the collar of the down jacket, pulled his fingers, and sniffed it again.

It's the smell of Zongcheng's body. I can't tell what it's like, but I think it smells good.

Probably because of being cuddled with him in the car all night.

Maybe it's not just because of this, after all, he has done something more intimate, maybe Zongcheng also smells of him.

"..." Lin Qianxi tore off his neckline and stopped thinking about it. He put his phone in front of his eyes, put his face in the pillow, and looked at what he had said in WeChat: We will improve to a higher level in the coming year, Brother Xi.

Tsk, of course it will go to a higher level in the coming year, and my birthday wish to go to Beijing with him has not been fulfilled yet.

All the New Year's blessings were sent, but I didn't feel the atmosphere at all.

Anyway, there was no one at home.

Lin Qianxi didn't notice this until the next day when he was about to go out again, and then he remembered that he had saved longevity noodles for his mother.

He used a bowl to hold what was warming in the pot, and it was probably lumped into a brick.

Lin Qianxi walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, prepared the equipment that would waste food, and went to the stove to uncover the pot, which was actually empty.

He froze for a moment, Ms. Lin has come back?

I don't know if I ate it or poured it over, anyway, the noodles are gone, and the dishes and chopsticks are all washed and put away.

Lin Qianxi walked to the old refrigerator, opened it to look, and saw that it was still the same, but there was another box of eggs, the kind of grass eggs bought at a discount in convenience stores.

There seemed to be money under the egg, he pulled it out, and there were two pieces of Grandpa Mao.

for him?

Lin Qianxi understood, Ms. Lin probably remembered his birthday when she saw the bowl of noodles, so don't think that he kept the bowl of noodles as asking for money.

He stuffed the money back as it was, closed the refrigerator door, walked out, and said to himself funnyly: "What kind of money do you want, we are adults..."

Yang Rui's store has a Chinese New Year atmosphere, the door of the grocery store and the door of the billiard room next door are pasted with couplets.

When Zongcheng entered, he saw that Lin Qianxi was already waiting with the cue, and even the ball was set up.

I made an appointment with him to meet again, and he arrived first.

"Play a round and then go see the coach." Lin Qianxi looked at him with dark eyes.

Zongcheng wore a down jacket similar to him today, it was also black, he pulled the zipper, and took the club neatly: "Come on."

Yang Rui suddenly shouted in the shop next door: "Did you two have a happy birthday? Joyful?"

There was an unspeakable sense of ridicule in that tone.

Just as Lin Qianxi was about to press down the lever, his eyelids twitched when he heard this. Old thief Yang didn't say a word for a long time just now, he had to wait for Zongcheng to come and say this, free time!

He coughed heavily in his throat: "Boss Yang, do more business and get richer, talk less and get beaten less."

"Stinky boy." Yang Rui scolded him from the next door.

Zongcheng didn't respond, and said in a low voice, "Just tell him if he's happy."

"Fuck." Lin Qianxi understood in seconds, stood up straight and swung him.

Zongcheng grabbed the club and smiled: "Hurry up and leave after hitting."

Lin Qianxi drew back the club, lowered it down again, and hit it with a "snap".

Yang Rui was actually busy cooking next door, and the sound of spatulas clashing could be heard in this room, so he teased them.

But this round was still played very quickly. Lin Qianxi was in good shape and scored consecutive goals. Except for being stopped by Zongcheng in the middle, he was almost cleared in one shot.

"Let's go." Zongcheng put down the club: "It should be no problem to see the coach in this state."

Lin Qianxi watched him go out and followed him: "Are you going with me?"

Zongcheng took out a key from his trouser pocket, and showed him a look: "Go, I borrowed Wang Xiao's motorcycle again."

Lin Qianxi had already seen the motorcycle on the side of the road when he went out, and he was ready again: "You will soon become my driver."

"Don't be too complacent." Zongcheng stepped onto the motorcycle and patted the back seat: "Come on."

Lin Qianxi sat in the back seat and grabbed his waist: "Let's go."

When the motorcycle was on the road, both of them put an earphone in their helmets, listening to the roar of the motorcycle and learning English at the same time.

"Do you understand everything?" Zong Cheng asked from the front.

Lin Qianxi hugged his waist with one hand, and tightened the earplugs with the other hand: "I don't understand, who is the protagonist, king, king?"

"tomyking..." Zongcheng's voice was mixed with the roar of the motorcycle and the rushing wind: "To pay homage to my king, and to call him a king means to be willing to bow down and surrender everything... Are you stupid, this is actually a love poem .”

"?" Lin Qianxi finally figured it out, staring at his shoulder, laughing nonsense for no reason, wrapped his arms around his waist, and heard the standard recitation from the earphone: "tomyking..."

After reading the whole article aloud, the motorcycle stopped, and Zongcheng put his feet on the ground: "Here we are."

Lin Qianxi took off his earphones and got out of the car.

In front of him was a well-decorated billiard hall, the address Wu Chuan gave was here.

The old coach was very particular, he refused to go to school, and he refused to meet at Teacher Tang's house, so he found a billiards hall to meet Lin Qianxi, which is here.

Lin Qianxi had never been to this place before, it was a better class, and of course the charges were expensive, so who would usually come here to take a taxi.

Zongcheng has already walked inside, reminding him: "Try to ask as many things as possible, and learn more. Although there is no tuition fee, you must pay the venue fee here, so don't waste your time."

As soon as Lin Qianxi heard it, he rushed in first.

In the innermost private room, the door was open, and there was an old man with gray temples standing, holding a club and playing golf by himself, when Lin Qianxi ran in like a gust of wind.

"It's you?" The old man cut to the chase, seeing him look him up and down: "What's your name, Lin Qianxi?"

"It's me." Lin Qianxi also took a look at him. The old man was very energetic. Looking back, Zong Cheng's figure flashed by the door and did not come in.

"Don't look around." The old man put the cue on the table and pointed: "I'm not taught by everyone. You play my round and see, and I'll consider whether to continue. It's the New Year's Eve." , who has the leisure to waste time."

Lin Qianxi felt a bit harsh when he heard the phrase "everyone can teach it". He didn't look down on anyone who dared to love anyone. He was quite serious at first, but he didn't. He smiled slyly, and took off his coat As soon as he sat on the chair next to him, he went over to get the club.

The game on the table is Chinese style eight-ball, and it has come to an end. There are few balls left, but the situation is very chaotic.

Lin Qianxi aimed at the black eight, turned the cue in his hand, took a few steps with his feet, found the right angle, leaned over and pressed the club for a hit.

"Click!" The sound of the impact was very strong, and the blocking line was torn off directly, and it was put into the bag.

He rubbed the stick with chalk, walked around the table, put down the chalk, and sent another shot.

This time it was very light, but it was extremely precise, and it went into the bag again with a "pass".

The old man sat down on the chair next to him, took a teacup, and saw the ball table coming.

In just a few minutes, Lin Qianxi's goal was already the last black eight.

"Be careful, don't be too reckless." The old man drank his tea with his head down, as if he didn't quite believe that he could get in.

Lin Qianxi didn't seem to hear it. He lowered the cue diagonally, aimed at the ball, and pushed it without delay, with a "click".

Pocket the ball.

The old man took a sip of tea, looked up at the table, and watched him finish the game.

"Is it okay?" Lin Qianxi asked while holding the cue, "I don't like wasting time either." He thought he had to pay for it, how expensive it is, if he can't, hurry up and say goodbye, don't talk nonsense.

The old man looked at him again, put down his teacup, his face was a little uncomfortable: "Young people nowadays are quite crazy, but playing ball is the way to be crazy, that's all, I'll teach you."

Lin Qianxi grinned at the corner of his mouth, as long as he is soft, he still respects the old and loves the young.

"You play the ball well, but it's too wild, haven't you learned it systematically?" the old man said.

Lin Qianxi didn't underestimate him anymore, his eyes were still quite poisonous: "I haven't learned it before."

"In recent years, what I have taught are those who have a good background and have learned systematically. I have never taught you such a thing, so let me teach you something practical." The old man stood up on his knees and took a ball The rod is rubbed with powder.

Maybe it's because Lin Qianxi is playing well, but he just ignored him before, but now he's talking too much: "Speaking of which, I came here many years ago to recruit people in this small place. Yes, there haven’t been many pool players here, only one player is okay, and he didn’t get recruited in the end, which is a pity.”

"Really?" Lin Qianxi glanced at where the Zongcheng had gone, and answered casually: "Who is it?"

"It seems that the surname is Yang, so it's called Yang Rui."

Lin Qianxi turned her head: "Who?"

Zongcheng listened to the general idea outside the private room, and almost finished teaching inside, so he turned around and went out first.

When he slammed on the motorcycle, Lin Qianxi happened to come out, wearing a down jacket as he walked.

"Where have you been?" Lin Qianxi ran over and said as soon as he got in the car, "I thought you were going in with me."

"I don't need to compete, so I won't go in." Zongcheng handed him the helmet.

In fact, he knows that old man, whose surname is Ma, who taught him billiards for two years before, and he can be regarded as his coach.Zongcheng walked to the door of the private room and recognized it, but didn't go in.

Once he went in, he would definitely be asked about a lot of things again, and he didn't want to bring up these things in front of Lin Qianxi.

"gone."

"Well, let's go." Lin Qian returned west.

Zongcheng glanced back and saw that Lin Qianxi hadn't moved. He dragged one of his hands to his waist before standing up.

Lin Qianxi immediately moved forward, the same as when he came here, hugging him tightly with both hands, his face pressed against the down jacket on his back, feeling like two winter bears, it was a bit funny, one hand was just right Putting it on his lower abdomen, pressing it intentionally or unintentionally, you can feel the firmness through the thickness of the down jacket, and you can't help but whisper: "Fuck..."

Is it because of intimate contact, just like this, my heart suddenly bursts again.

"Are you excited about playing ball?" Zongcheng whispered, "I told you not to fall, are you playing hooligan?"