20demayo Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Cheng Yuxin nodded.
After a moment of silence, she asked again, "So, are you still going to write that software?"
Lin Feng picked up another piece of pork rib.
Write. Write every day.
Cheng Yuxin smiled.
"So when do you start studying?"
Lin Feng looked up at her, with rib sauce still on the corner of his mouth.
"I'll learn too," he said. "I'll learn every day."
Cheng Yuxin's eyes crinkled with laughter.
She picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of green vegetable on his plate.
"Eat more vegetables," she said. "It's not good to only eat meat."
Lin Feng looked at the vegetables in the bowl, then at her.
Cheng Yuxin pretended not to see and kept her head down eating.
After dinner, Lin Feng washed the dishes.
Cheng Yuxin stood at the kitchen doorway, watching him wash. The toothpaste on the back of her hand had dried and cracked in several places, looking rather comical.
"Lin Feng," she suddenly said.
Lin Feng turned around.
Cheng Yuxin said, "Think about your sports school thing again. I think... going to a sports school is a good idea."
Lin Feng didn't say anything and turned back to continue washing the dishes.
Cheng Yuxin added, "You have talent for playing. Uncle Sun said so, Zhou Jianguo said so too. Coach Zhang has also taken a liking to you. If you train hard, you might be able to play professionally in the future."
Lin Feng turned off the water, put the bowl in the dish rack, and wiped his hands.
Then he turned around and looked at Cheng Yuxin.
"Sister Yuxin," he said, "would you like me to go?"
Cheng Yuxin was stunned for a moment.
"I...I don't know," she said. "I just felt that you have this talent, so don't waste it."
Lin Feng looked at her for a few seconds.
Then he said, "Let me think about it some more."
At 6:30 p.m., Lin Feng took the ball and went out.
Sun Jianguo had arranged to meet at seven o'clock, and he arrived half an hour early.
The stadium lights were on, casting an orange glow over half the field. No one was on the field; only the wind rustled the fallen leaves on the ground.
He stood at the free-throw line and began to shoot.
After throwing more than a dozen, I heard footsteps behind me.
Sun Jianguo has arrived.
He was still wearing that gray tank top, his arm muscles bulging under the light. He was carrying a plastic bag containing several lunchboxes.
He smiled when he saw Lin Feng.
"Hey kid, I heard you won?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Sun Jianguo walked over, placed the plastic bag on the cement platform, and opened it.
Inside were three lunchboxes—one filled with braised pork knuckle, one filled with braised beef, and the other filled with peanuts and smashed cucumber.
He then pulled two bottles of beer from his pocket, glass bottles, Tsingtao beer.
"Come, sit down and eat."
Lin Feng sat down and looked at the dishes.
"Uncle Sun, so many?"
Sun Jianguo waved his hand.
"I'm happy you won the game. Eat more."
He unscrewed a bottle of beer and handed it to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng took it and looked at it.
"I'm sixteen," he said.
Sun Jianguo glared at him.
"What's wrong with being sixteen? I was already drinking a pound of baijiu when I was sixteen. Enough nonsense, drink up."
Lin Feng smiled and took a sip.
The beer was cold and bitter, but after drinking it, there was a slight sweetness in my throat.
Sun Jianguo also took a sip, picked up a piece of braised pork knuckle, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed until his mouth was full of oil.
"Tell me," he said, "how did you win?"
Lin Feng recounted the entire match – how the first game went to 10-10 and how he won; how he fell behind 0-10 in the second game and how he caught up to 10-4; and how he came back from 8-0 to 14-13 in the third game.
Sun Jianguo listened and ate at the same time. When he heard the key parts, he stopped eating with his chopsticks and squinted.
Upon hearing Lin Feng say, "He finally admitted defeat," Sun Jianguo slammed his chopsticks on the table.
"good!"