Qianli Jiangling

Hearing these words, Jiang Li's heart sank suddenly.

It's like a night ship that has exhausted its energy and hangs in the sky for a long time, finally gains gravity, and falls vertically back infinitely close to the earth.

Looking up again, he saw Sheng Qianling sitting beside him, looking at him seriously with downcast eyes.

The two were very close, with a distance of tens of centimeters.

The sofa in the nine-ball area is sunken in the dark, illuminated by the decorative light strips on the side.

Sheng Qianling's extremely handsome face was hidden in this shadowy space, a little illusory, a little unreal.

Jiang Li felt that his throat was a little dry, and swallowed subconsciously, tasting the sweet and bitter taste of the lollipop after a long time.

But after this lingering sweetness, a strange sourness surged up again.

Not like lemon, not like acetic acid.

It made him a little flustered.

Sheng Qianling sat higher than Jiang Li, Jiang Li slightly raised his face and looked at him.

The voices of Xu Xiaolian, Chen Shushu and others, and the crisp sound of hitting balls from other guests in the golf room, gradually turned into a faint background sound, which slowly faded away like a tide.

For the first time, Jiang Li discovered that he could be so hypocritical that he wanted to cry because of someone else's words.

He moved his shoulders unnaturally, and relied on licking candy to gain some confidence.

He said, "I'm not angry, I'm just..."

I got stuck in the middle of my speech, not knowing how to express the complicated emotions that I couldn't figure out.

This emotion is too strange, and there is no one to guide him, and he has no way to learn it without a teacher.

Sheng Qianling waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear Jiang Li continue speaking, and said, "It's not what you said."

Jiang Li forgot what he said the day before in an instant. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and quickly realized that Sheng Qianling said to him yesterday, "To put it bluntly, I don't think it's necessary. There's no need to tell me. " answered.

A sense of grievance that cannot be ignored in the bottom of my heart creeps up after knowing it.

As long as Jiang Li can remember, he has rarely felt the emotion of "grievance". Even when he was insulted by Jiang Haijun, reprimanded by his teacher, or ridiculed by others, he never experienced it.

He doesn't think there is any shame in being a stray dog, on the contrary, it endows him with tenacious vitality.It was what made him live so vigorously in this complicated world.

But for some reason, stray dogs have also learned to be wronged.

Sheng Qianling's eyes never moved away, he kept looking at Jiangli.

He went on to say, "It's because I haven't decided yet, so I don't know how to tell you."

Jiang Li answered quickly: "What hasn't been decided yet?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it.This question is more private than asking how long Sheng Qianling will stay here.If Sheng Qianling didn't answer, it would only make the conversation between the two of them more awkward.

But Sheng Qianling answered him: "I was recommended to go to university, but I really want to play professionally."

The grievances and other inexplicable thoughts in Jiang Li's heart immediately dissipated completely, and he stopped licking the candy. He opened his eyes and said, "It's hard to choose, Brother Ling. Playing professional is the dream of many golfers. Your Skills, are you willing to not play professionally?"

Sheng Qianling said: "But my mother wants me to go to school, playing football is too hard."

Once snooker is the first choice for his career, he will have to spend more time in training and competition in the days to come.He will reduce communication, reduce going out, and spend the best time in decades of short years on the green table that is several meters long.

Only then did Jiang Li remember to ask, "Which school did you recommend?"

Without the slightest sense of superiority, Sheng Qianling replied calmly: "Tsinghua University."

Jiang Li: "..."

Top universities, and career as a professional golfer.

It is indeed difficult to choose between bear paw and dragon scale.

Sheng Qianling continued: "I haven't decided how to choose. If I choose Tsinghua University, I have to go back to Beijing in June; if I choose to play professionally, I can go back in September. If you ask me how long I will stay, I have no choice answer you."

This is also the reason why he said that he would stay here for a short time and was unwilling to spend time teaching an apprentice who had no foundation in pole skills.

After hearing these few words, Jiang Li felt overwhelming guilt.

He regretted why he had to force Sheng Qianling to question yesterday, and hated why he had to show off his quick tongue at that moment.

When his heart and mind were intertwined, Sheng Qianling said again: "Don't be angry, okay."

He wasn't struggling with his choice, he was still talking about Jiang Li's upset and angry yesterday.

Embarrassed, Jiang Li squeezed the candy that was almost finished with two fingers, and said in embarrassment: "Brother Ling, I'm really not angry, I just..."

This time I finally completed the words: "I just feel that I am quite boring. After playing with you for so long, I feel that we are not only masters and apprentices, but also friends who can talk to each other anyway. But I felt yesterday, yes I wished it myself."

Although the two have not known each other for a long time, more than a month before and after, their relationship has already surpassed the distance of new friends.

They practiced together all day long, ate hot pot together, went to games together, drank eggnog together, and Jiang Li even took care of the sick Sheng Qianling.

Unknowingly, they have begun to slowly integrate into each other's life.

Anyway, it's impossible not to ask the question of how long to stay.

Jiang Li paused for a long time, but did not hear Sheng Qianling's answer.

He looked sideways and saw that Sheng Qianling was still looking at him calmly.His eyes are like the deep sea under the moonlight, quiet but unable to taste emotions.

After a long time, Sheng Qianling said slowly, "No, it's not your wishful thinking."

Jiang Li suddenly became happy.

He patted Sheng Qianling on the shoulder, smiled so that the corners of his eyes stretched, and he returned to his mischievous nature, and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong this time, next time I—" After dragging the old man's tone, he added The last two words - "dare".

Sheng Qianling slightly curved his lips and smiled.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Xu Xiaolian came over with her classmates after finishing a game.

Xu Xiaolian looked unhappy, the awkwardness and nervousness that had struck up a conversation with Jiang Li earlier dissipated completely.She frowned and said, "Don't you have any other place to sit? What are you doing by my side?"

Chen Shushu also followed, trying to smooth things over, but before he could speak, Jiang Li got up lazily, and lightly bumped Sheng Qianling with the back of his hand.

Jiang Li said: "Leave master, go to practice, don't disturb other people's young lovers."

This "Master" cry was very soft, hiding some carelessness in it.

Sheng Qianling nodded cooperatively: "Okay."

Chen Shushu looked shy, but Xu Xiaolian's eyes spewed fire, wishing to burn a hole in Jiang Li's back.

Jiang Li held the lollipop stick between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and walked loosely and relaxedly.

The ruffian air that had been contaminated for a long time has returned, and it is particularly obvious in the youthful air.

Sheng Qianling asked the cashier to open the practice table for him, then he went to open the club cabinet to get the clubs, and Tong Jiangli each used a table to start practicing.

Jiang Li is in a good mood and in good condition.

Tonight, Sheng Qianling taught high-level five-point strength, and Jiang Li practiced very seriously.

In snooker, the accuracy is easy to practice, but the technique is difficult to learn.

And every snooker player is not the same as the method of shooting, and the shooting habits are also different.

Jiang Li has never studied systematically, and has always dominated the golf room with his wild shot.But it can only bluff those ordinary billiards fans. Once you encounter an opponent who has studied the technique of the game, it will be difficult to hold the opponent's defense.

Sheng Qianling had observed him for so long and knew his problems well.

So targeted training requirements were put forward. On the premise of not wasting the accuracy, one kind of rod method was practiced every week until the flat rod and the plugged rod could be used smoothly.

Jiang Li was also very obedient, just lying on his stomach like that, practicing one shot after another, and never complained of being tired even when his hands were cramped.

After practicing for more than an hour, Xu Xiaolian and her classmates left Time Billiards, and Chen Shushu ran over from the nine-ball area.

He sat down on the sofa by the billiard table in the river, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Brother Li, why are you hurting others? Why does Xiaolian act like she wants to eat you when I mention you to you?"

Jiang Li glanced at Sheng Qianling guiltily, saw that Sheng Qianling was also practicing by himself, and ran to Chen Shushu lightly holding the club, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I just teased me casually."

Chen Shushu had played with Jiang Li for so long, so he naturally knew his temperament, guessed that Jiang Li's molesting was not ordinary molesting, and suddenly swears: "Oh my god, I mean, why did she still nod when she saw me before, but now she just wants to slap her when she speaks?" Tell me to go."

Jiang Li: "..."

He was a little curious, and asked Chen Shushu, "Do you really like her?"

Chen Shushu's self-cultivation was comparable to that of Jiang Li, without so many twists and turns, he directly admitted: "Yes, I really like it."

Jiang Li asked again: "How does it feel to like someone? Let's talk about it."

Sheng Qianling, who was across the table, suddenly stopped practicing, straightened his waist, walked to the sofa with the club and took a sip of water.

The two billiard tables are next to each other, and there is only a bright black coffee table between the sofas on both sides.

Seeing someone approaching, Chen Shu raised his head and smiled at him as a greeting.

Sheng Qianling also nodded, and sat down to rest.

Jiang Li pushed Chen Shushu's arm and said, "Speak quickly, son."

Chen Shushu was a little distressed, put his hands on his face, and said sullenly: "Isn't that what liking is all about? Because of the person you like, you worry about gains and losses. You are happy when you see it, and you miss it when you see it. If you quarrel I feel like ants scratching my heart, I can't sleep well at night. You see, Xiao Lian treats me like this tonight, I don't think I can sleep all night. "

Jiang Li listened to each sentence, and his brows slowly frowned. He glanced at Sheng Qianling curiously, and asked Chen Shushu: "Is this really like you?"

Chen Shushu: "Yes."

Jiang Li didn't hide anything in his heart, nor could he hide anything.

He has always been straightforward, all his moods and thoughts are clearly written on his face, and he has never had any detours and temptations, and he has never suppressed his desires before expressing his desires.

He walked a few steps towards Sheng Qianling, stood in front of Sheng Qianling, and said very naturally: "Brother Ling, why do I feel that big tree is talking about me?"

Sheng Qianling was shocked in his heart, his eyelashes were slightly drawn, and he said calmly, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Li solemnly began to count: "Look, Brother Ling, I'm happy to see you, and I miss you when I don't see you. I had a fight yesterday, and I felt uncomfortable, and I couldn't sleep well all night. Is this liking?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Chen Shushu for confirmation: "Son, is this what you said you like?"

With a dark face, Chen Shushu slowly typed out a row of question marks: "??"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

Jiang Li quickly concluded: "Dashu, you have to admit that you don't like Xu Xiaolian, you just want to be brothers with him. Brother, understand?"

One breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shushu didn't give face at all, and then said: "I understand your sister. I am a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. I don't know what it feels like to like someone? I am sick and want to be a brother with a girl ?”

Jiang Li: "??"

This question seems to be a bit beyond Jiang Li's cognition, and it is a bit embarrassing to be refuted like this, and he is unwilling to show his timidity in front of his brothers, so he turned around and asked Sheng Qianling: "Brother Ling, have you ever liked someone? Friends, is this the feeling that Dashu said?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

The author says:

Sheng Qianling: I beg you, stop talking.