After it started to rain unknowingly outside the window, a performance started in the restaurant. A Chinese man in his thirties holding a guitar introduced himself and his partner, a Caucasian woman in her twenties wearing a bright red dress, but she was from

Ireland.

The two collaborated on a flamenco dance on the stage. They played the guitar well, but their dancing was average. They were probably international students who had attended Spanish dance training classes for a few days. However, the dancers still fully demonstrated the enthusiasm and momentum.

, and also comes with a tap dance.

After admiring it for a while, Yang Jingxing said, "I can't dance as well as you."

"At least remember that I skipped it." Qi Qingnuo was a little surprised without caring about the irony, and said: "That was a weight loss exercise, I improved it a little."

Yang Jingxing suggested: "You can plate the ham again."

Qi Qingnuo smiled and shook his head: "I rely on my personality charm."

Yang Jingxing said: "I feel the charm deeply."

"Stop being superficial and just start." Qi Qingnuo shared his dish after the attack: "It tastes good, do you want it?"

After finishing the food at 7:30, Yang Jingxing paid the bill. The boss came to warm up again, mainly asking the new customers for their opinions. Yang Jingxing thought several dishes were very good, so the boss asked if he could borrow an umbrella. Yang Jingxing said no, there is one in the car.

When they went out, the raindrops did become more dense, so the two of them ran over and got into the car. Qi Qingnuo took out a tissue and wiped Yang Jingxing's head, then gave him chewing gum, and explained: "I like cantaloupe flavor, what about you?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I like it too."

"No more." Qi Qingnuo spread his hands and said righteously again: "Give it back to me, and I'll sacrifice it."

Yang Jingxing threw it into his mouth. He looked at Qi Qingnuo's hand and said, "I like strawberries the most."

Qi Qingnuo took a strawberry-flavored one and turned around to help look at the reversing space that was squeezed by others.

On the way, Yang Jingxing began to consult Qi Qingnuo about billiards. He knew that Qi Qingnuo had been playing for more than ten years. He studied under Qi Dawei and thought he had good skills.

Zidavi is an authentic sports fan, but his favorite thing to watch is basketball and football. Especially football. In the league, Zidavi is a loyal fan of Inter Milan. In the European Cup and World Cup, he supports the Dutch team.

Moreover, the Dutch team has many fans in the entertainment industry of Zidavi's generation, and they often gathered together to watch football when they were enthusiastic. Although Gan Kaicheng is a pseudo-fan, he wrote a Wagra-style song for the Dutch team.

Many years ago when there was no Chinese Super League, Zidavi was still the honorary president of the Shenhua fans association. But what is interesting is that once they meet, it is often the players who ask him for autographs.

In comparison, Yang Chengyi's life is not that rich. He spends most of his time running business and socializing. Sometimes he takes his family to travel for a few days and has to rush home early due to urgent matters.

However, Xiao Shuxia is much more relaxed and comfortable. She has a simple job and can spend three days fishing and two days drying nets. She also seems to have many hobbies, such as Kun Opera, shopping, and jewelry. Especially, she can gather a group of women who are almost as bored as her in Jiuchun.

Gossip is a great way to pass the time.

Qi Qingnuo asked: "Are you the kind of person who can stand and chat with others for an hour and still say you don't have time to sit down?"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Absolutely."

Qi Qingnuo said: "I can see that they are very proud of you."

Yang Jingxing's unfriendly eyes.

Qi Qingnuo took it for granted: "What's wrong? I wish my parents could be like this."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "You did it."

Qi Qingnuo couldn't stand it: "Can you please stop flattering each other?"

Yang Jingxing said: "You started first."

Qi Qingnuo made up for it: "I'll take care of you later."

The two of them chatted all the way without interruption, but the topic was uncertain. When one sentence couldn't be continued, the other would pick up the topic, like two people on a blind date, trying not to be silent. Fortunately, occasionally

They can still laugh and have fun, and even have a tacit understanding, so the atmosphere has always been above average, but it is not very good.

After parking the car, it was still raining heavily outside. Yang Jingxing opened the glove box and took out the folding umbrella and gave it to Qi Qingnuo: "Take it."

Qi Qingnuo took it, then took out the wallet from his backpack, zipped it up, and said, "I'll just pretend I didn't bring it."

Yang Jingxing didn't care: "Just don't get wet in the rain."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "It's not a big deal if you get wet...you better take it with you."

Although he was holding his own umbrella, Qi Qingnuo didn't use it. Instead, he opened Yang Jingxing's. He didn't pay attention to the division of labor between men and women, and held it up to cover both of them as fairly as possible. The billiards room is in the Huihuang Bar and the parking lot.

There are still dozens of meters in between.

The neon lights of the street lights and the raindrops drowned out the trace of light in the sky that should have still existed, and it felt like it was completely night under the umbrella. Qi Qingnuo's left sleeve slightly rubbed against Yang Jingxing's upper right arm, and his bright eyes rubbed against Yang Jingxing's unswerving gaze.

Side face.

After passing a small intersection, the two of them seemed to have lost their tacit understanding. Qi Qingnuo suddenly wanted to go to the roadbed and pushed Yang Jingxing up from under the road shoulder.

There are neatly planted camphor trees on the sidewalk, which are almost as thick as a football, with lush branches and leaves. The road is quite quiet, and you can hear the sound of raindrops beating on the leaves under the trees.

"Look." Qi Qingnuo pointed to a tree trunk and led Yang Jingxing closer.

Finding nothing, Yang Jingxing asked: "What?"

"Keep an eye on it." Qi Qingnuo said as he raised his right foot in an unladylike manner, as if he had used all his strength to push hard towards the tree trunk, and his upper body had to rely on Yang Jingxing's arm.

There was a muffled sound, the sound of water and the rustling of leaves, but before the rain fell, Yang Jingxing straightened the umbrella that Qi Qingnuo had tilted to the side. He held the metal pole of the umbrella in his right hand, and supported Qi Qingnuo's back with his left hand.

He looked a bit like he was trying to hug or protect the angry girl in front of him.

The rain fell, splashing on the ground around him. Qi Qingnuo didn't get wet, but the umbrella cloth above his head was shaken by the slap. Yang Jingxing was not so lucky, his T-shirt was damaged from the left shoulder down, and his pants and shoes were also affected a little.

Qi Qingnuo, who had used up all his anger with one blow, quickly put a smile on his face. He looked up at Yang Jingxing with eyes that did not feel guilty at all, but seemed innocent and simple.

Yang Jingxing was not angry either. He loosened his hand and slightly opened the distance between the two of them, and said helplessly: "Give me the umbrella."

Qi Qingnuo continued to laugh: "Stupid, you kick, I will show you."

Yang Jingxing was still helpless: "Next time I'll kick the tree. Today I'll play billiards. Let's go."

Qi Qingnuo straightened his hair and handed the tissue to Yang Jingxing, but he didn't care: "Isn't it cold? It will be dry after a while... my feet are numb."

Yang Jingxing gloated: "I like it."

We walked to the billiards club without incident and Qi Qingnuo held up her umbrella very well.

The hardware conditions at the entrance of this billiard room are good, and it feels a bit elegant and gentlemanly inside. The space is spacious, the lighting is soft, the carpet is relatively clean, and soothing music is playing. However, there are not many tables here, only about a dozen American tables, and Snow

There are five tables and two table tennis tables.

There are many guests, and there is only one master table left for snooker, and there are a few American tables.

Qi Qingnuo took Yang Jingxing to the bar and asked her father if there was any remaining balance on his membership card. Then he took two bottles of water, chose an American table, took out the clubs stored by Qi Dawei and gave them to Yang Jingxing, and asked him if he wanted gloves.

Eight ball or nine ball? Yang Jingxing didn't quite understand and asked Qi Qingnuo to explain the rules.

Let's play eight ball and talk while playing. Qi Qingnuo rolled up her sleeves and asked Yang Jingxing to kick the ball. Yang Jingxing pretended to be gentle at this time, so the kick was invalid. Qi Qingnuo announced that she had won the zi-ball, and then asked Yang Jingxing to help her choose the color.

Yang Jingxing also pretended to look at the form on the stage and asked Qi Qingnuo to play the pattern ball. Qi Qingnuo also observed it, placed the cue ball behind the line, continued to explain the batting rules to Yang Jingxing, and said that his target was the eleventh ball.

, and then used a very professional posture to push the shot relatively hard and successfully hit the target ball.

Looking at the movement of the cue ball, Qi Qingnuo's intention was mostly achieved. And while she was complaining about Yang Jingxing's bad driving, she said that the next target was No. 10, and she scored again.

Yang Jingxing said that he could at least read: "Master."

Qi Qingnuo modestly said: "There is no more ball, I'll give you a luring ball."

Yang Jingxing had no self-esteem: "Thank you very much."

Qi Qingnuo is really good at playing. In addition to being able to play balls that may seem difficult to an outsider, he also has a certain understanding of tactics such as positioning and defense. Anyway, he is better than Yang Jingxing, a layman who only occasionally played a few shots with Lulin and the others in Jiuchun.

There are too many high-end ones.

In order to let Yang Jingxing experience the charm of this game as soon as possible, Qi Qingnuo taught almost everything. When Yang Jingxing played, she analyzed and guided her more carefully than herself, and at the same time, she also allowed Yang Jingxing to experience her high-end skills.

Yang Jingxing has also become rogue. Sometimes if he fails to hit a simple ball well, he will ask to start over. Qi Qingnuo is also tolerant and willing.

However, the rhythm of the two of them was still relatively casual, holding the clubs and slowly walking around the table. It took more than a quarter of an hour in the first game before Qi Qingnuo collected the black ball.

Seeing that Qi Qingnuo won, he didn't feel very good. Yang Jingxing said that he could start playing well and it would be better to place some bets.

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "What are you betting on? I don't want to win against you through this."

Yang Jingxing said: "Bet on the money for drinks at the meeting."

Qi Qingnuo shook his head: "It's boring, let's answer all the questions."

Yang Jingxing said no problem.

In the second game, Yang Jingxing seemed to be getting started, she knew the general routines, and her hitting power became more stable. However, Qi Qingnuo stopped coaching and played better on her own. After defending each other for several rounds with Yang Jingxing, she was calm and

Carefully collected four single color balls and black eight in one shot.

Even a person at the next table saw it and praised it: "Good positioning."

Qi Qingnuo responded with a smile and then looked at Yang Jingxing. He picked up the ball from under the table and approached, saying: "Step by step, first, am I beautiful?"

Yang Jingxing nodded sincerely: "Beautiful."

Qi Qingnuo smiled as if the prank had succeeded: "Come again."

In the third game, Yang Jingxing seemed to have some resistance, and sometimes he could cause some trouble for Qi Qingnuo or break her defense.

But the winner was Qi Qingnuo. She kept her batting posture and watched the black ball fall into the bag, then raised her head: "Second one, am I gentle?"

Yang Jingxing smiled and nodded: "Gentle."
To be continued...