Qianli Jiangling

Sheng Qianling didn't want to talk about this topic, so he didn't answer at all.

He raised his neck, took another sip of water, and walked towards the practice table with the club in his hand. He turned his head and said to Jiang Li, "If you don't want to practice, you can go back first."

Meaning don't gossiping during practice time.

Jiang Li quickly went to get the public club he used, shaking his head like he was suffering from epilepsy: "No, no, I want to practice."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyebrows at his brother Chen Shushu and said coldly: "It's all your fault for wasting my time, you sit by yourself, I'm going to practice."

Chen Shu: "..."

Seeing that both the master and the apprentice started their own training, Chen Shushu had no one to talk to, and he was bored sitting still, so he just got up to say hello to them, and walked back slowly.

Practiced for a long time tonight.

The guests came and went, and the overhead lights of the surrounding tables went on and off, until finally only the two tables, Jiangli and Sheng Qianling, remained on.

Jiang Li practiced the boring strokes repeatedly, and he was still tireless after two or three hours of playing. His hand feeling was getting better and better, and he could always hit the ball to the expected point.

On the other hand, Sheng Qianling was a little abnormal.

Although it was still the same as usual, with graceful posture and impeccable shot, the red ball seemed to have life, and it would always playfully drop one or two when he was distracted.

Jiang Li noticed that he thought he was deliberately adjusting his strength, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Time gradually came to zero.

Master Hong, who had been playing against each other at the eight-ball table, came over at this moment and called Sheng Qianling: "He said, Qianling, I have something to trouble you for."

The tone was very polite, without the kind of domineering and domineering that the elders gave to the younger generation.

Sheng Qianling stood up straight, walked over with a tall body, slightly tilted his head, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Master Hong said: "My bottleneck problem, I'm afraid I still need to trouble you to spare some time to play a few rounds with me. I can't adjust myself just by talking about theory. I played all night and lost all night today. Look at my problem. Ok?"

Sheng Qianling stood where he was, looking at Master Hong quietly, neither saying yes nor no.

Master Hong went on to say: "I also know that your professional team will not play against others casually, but Uncle Hong is not someone else, is he? You should teach me and take the time to guide me every day, otherwise I will be crushed by this drop." Crazy."

Standing not far away, Jiang Li clearly heard the conversation between Master Hong and Sheng Qianling.

There was a strange feeling in his heart.

It's not because his master might want to teach others how to play, but because of Master Hong's words - "I also know that your professional team will not play against others casually".

If you want to count who Sheng Qianling has fought against in Wuhan for so long, he has only played two rounds with Jiang Li.

In one game, on the day I first arrived in Wuhan, in order to test the feel of the cue, I played a 147 in Jiangli.Again, a few days ago, Jiang Li boasted that he had already left the teacher, and Sheng Qianling went to the court to fight him in order to hit his arrogance and pride, and wiped out his arrogance.

Other than that, he really won't play with other members, at most, like tonight, he will tell Master Hong how to break the bottleneck.

However, Jiang Li remembered that on the night of April Fool's Day, Sheng Qianling took him to Mingshi Billiards in Wuchang under the name "Xiao Hong" and played a small membership game.At that time, he wore a mask and used a very low-key hidden front technique to make himself not look too obtrusive.

Not only that, but Jiang Li still remembered Pan Deng's expression of surprise and shock when he learned that Sheng Qianling had gone out to play the game the next day.

At that time, he didn't understand the deep meaning of this expression, but now that he thought about it, Jiang Li understood everything.

It seems that there is such a road, which cannot see the light of day in the dark night, and can only be groped forward by intuition.

Suddenly, a cluster of sporadic fires lit up somewhere, illuminating a small area of ​​the world, guiding him in the dark to move forward.

After walking for a long time, I forgot to look back to see who is the person holding the starlight.

Now that I think about it, I realize that this is the reason why Sheng Qianling took him to the celebrity competition.

Where is the state of mind?

If you really want to understand the mentality of the apprentice, just use a few shots with a full score of 147 to clean him up and see his ability to resist blows. Why use a fake name and run so far away to compete with a group of amateurs for an ordinary Chinese game? Eight-ball champion and runner-up?

After all, it was for him that the price dropped.

The sourness that had been suppressed in Jiang Li's heart came back again.

Like raindrops oozing water, small streams, small streams, slowly gather.

He stopped practicing, walked towards Sheng Qianling and Master Hong, and heard Sheng Qianling's thoughtful answer: "I don't play much in the small table, so I may not be able to teach you anything, but I should play with you for half an hour every night. no problem."

This is his greatest concession.

Master Hong was instantly happy when he heard this, and his face was wrinkled with a smile.

Sheng Qianling said again: "Uncle Hong, also, I can't hit the small table with this cue. If I play against you, I have to change a cue."

Master Hong waved his hand and said happily: "It's all right, don't worry about it, we have a member named Xiaojie here, he has a top-notch Potts pole, he doesn't come here very often, I'll say hello to him and ask him to give it to you. use."

"it is good."

After Master Hong finished speaking, he waved at Sheng Qianling and Jiang Li, turned around and left.

Nuo Da's ball room fell into silence again, only the thin sound of calculators and ledgers at the far front desk.

Jiang Li walked up to Sheng Qianling, and suddenly said, "Master."

Sheng Qianling was stunned for a moment, thinking that Jiang Li was declaring his sovereignty, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said kindly: "Aside from you, who else would be so persistent in pestering me to be a teacher."

He guessed that Jiang Li didn't want him to accept any more apprentices, so he made such a promise that wasn't really a promise.

But Jiang Li's mind was not like this, he just didn't know how to reveal his belated discovery.

Say thank you.

It seems very hypocritical.

And it's been so long, it's meaningless to mention it again.

Say I know?

and then.

Waiting for Sheng Qianling to say nothing, really just to see how his mentality is?

It doesn't seem to work.

So in the end, I only choked out the phrase "Master", and all those thoughts that were hard to say, unable to confide, and unclear were all wrapped up in this phrase "Master".

Seeing that Jiang Li didn't speak, Sheng Qianling asked: "What's the matter? I don't want to practice anymore, do I want to get away with it?"

Jiang Li said, "No, it is, it is—"

It took a long time before he finished speaking: "I'm hungry."

Sheng Qianling smiled softly, with an expression of "I knew you had something to ask me".

He glanced at the time, twisted the cue into two pieces and stuffed it into the leather club case, and tidied up the extension handle in the club case, and said, "Let's go, go to have a midnight snack."

Jiang Li stood there for a few seconds, then laughed and said triumphantly: "It turns out that if you call Master, you will get something to eat, so I will call more often in the future."

Sheng Qianling said helplessly: "Please don't call me so old-fashioned."

He is 17, not 70.

Jiang Li cheerfully stuffed the cue he used back into the barrel, followed Sheng Qianling to deposit the cue for private use, and asked the cashier to turn off the lights on the table.

A quiet tsunami just rolled away the waves silently.

The two came out of Le Fu Square, one in front and one behind, walking in the spring night.

The moon hangs high in the sky and never sets.The street lamps are warm yellow, as if stained by the light of the moon.

The two teenagers were both tall, walking on the path in front of the square, they were illuminated by a long string of street lamps, and dragged into two slender shadows.

Sometimes parallel, sometimes staggered.

Jiang Li wondered which small shop was still open in the middle of the night, and heard Sheng Qianling ask him, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Li answered truthfully according to his own financial situation: "Let's have a bowl of hot and dry noodles."

Sheng Qianling stopped in front of a gentle street lamp, with an indistinct tranquility in his eyes.

He said: "It's the first time we have supper together, eat something good, I'll treat you."

Jiang Li quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I'll treat you to dinner."

Sheng Qianling's tone remained unchanged, still as light as Night Breeze, he said, "You have treated me to hot pot, there must be back and forth."

This is an irrefutable reason.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Li still couldn't figure out what to eat.

Sheng Qianling simply made the decision for him: "Jiangli, my uncle said that Chongren Road is a good night snack street. Now at the end of April, is the crayfish from Hubei on the market?"

Jiang Li knew where Chongren Road was, but he never went there to eat crayfish.But those who went to the night market started with three figures, and he didn't have enough money to spend like this.

He nodded and said, "It seems so."

"Then go there." Sheng Qianling said.

The two walked through the traffic lights under the viaduct, passed Kaide Plaza and the Renxinhui under construction opposite, and walked straight to Chongren Road.

In fact, they were not far apart, and they walked side by side, chatting occasionally about something related to snooker.

After a short walk, we came to Chongren Road, which is brightly lit at night.

The two rows of stores are brightly lit, and conspicuous signboards are placed outside every house.Yellow-feathered duck neck, pine chicken, spicy soup, braised prawns, shorty barbecue, etc., have everything you expect.

There are no cars here at night, and many shops have placed strip tables and round tables at the door, and many diners with their sleeves rolled up are sitting there, enjoying their meals.

Sheng Qianling asked Jiang Li, "Which one to choose?"

Jiang Li looked back and forth, a little uncertain, and said, "Choose the "Shrimp King and Crab Queen" with the best business. There are so many people that you can't go wrong. "

Sheng Qianling was attracted by this interesting name, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Sheng Qianling had a nice smile, he didn't show his teeth, but slightly curled the corners of his lips.Because of his fair face and extremely regular facial features, the slightest smile immediately let go of the alienation around him.

When he was cold, he was really cold, but once he laughed, he turned into a sunny and warm high school boy.

Jiang Li took a few glances, then silently looked away.

The two walked to the "Queen of Shrimp and Crab" and were arranged to sit on an empty table at the door.

The hustle and bustle around, accompanied by some half-drunk men bragging, and women's shrill laughter and applause, made Sheng Qianling seem out of place in this smoky environment.

The proprietress in an apron handed over the menu, Sheng Qianling glanced at it, and said politely: "This signature braised prawns, first order two."

When Jiang Li heard this, he was surprised and said, "Two copies?"

One serving was 168 yuan, barely enough for two people, but Sheng Qianling said he wanted two servings.

Sheng Qianling nodded without explaining, and Jiang Li couldn't ask further questions.

After ordering the main course, Sheng Qianling asked Jiang Li, "What else do you want to eat?"

Jiang Li glanced at other people's tables, his eyes lit up, and said to the proprietress: "Now the lotus root belts are on the market?"

The proprietress took the opportunity to recommend expensive dishes and said, "Yes, yes, this is the first batch. The taste is super good. Would you like some, handsome?"

Jiang Li said, "Then have one."

"okay!"

In the end, Jiang Li ordered another boiled edamame, and handed the menu back to the proprietress.

Sheng Qianling asked casually, "Are you drinking?"

Jiang Li said: "I can have a small stick of Daohuaxiang, Brother Ling, would you like to drink it?"

Sheng Qianling shook his head, and called the proprietress: "A small bottle of Daohuaxiang and a bottle of mineral water."

Jiang Li was stunned, and said: "Ah, brother Ling, you don't want to drink, I thought you wanted to drink and I asked for it."

Sheng Qianling removed the disposable plastic tableware from the table for him, and said, "It's okay, you drink yours."

While waiting for the meal, Jiang Li thought of the topic about walking and playing professional that he had talked about at Time Billiards earlier.

The two exchanged their hearts, and Jiang Li felt that his relationship with Sheng Qianling had made a certain leap, so he asked without burden: "Brother Ling, why were you recommended to Tsinghua University?"

Sheng Qianling poured some hot water to warm the cup in the river, then poured the water into a bowl specially used to hold water beside him, and then said: "Because I have participated in several competitions, and my results are not bad."

Jiang Li asked: "What competition?"

"Mathematics and Physics."

Jiang Li himself is a scumbag, and he can't understand the feeling of being recommended to a top school because of a competition, but it doesn't hinder his interest in asking the bottom line: "Your science scores are so good."

Sheng Qianling didn't miss any opportunity to give a lecture, raised his fair and gentle face, and said seriously: "Mathematics and physics both require spatial imagination, and playing snooker is the same. If you play more, you will find that snooker Every ball on the table has its own fixed path. Instead of hitting one and thinking about the next one, when you hit the first red ball, you can almost always think about the goal of the last red ball Route. The entire table looks chaotic, but in fact, the line segment between each point, the route of the white ball after you control the power, and the direction of the next ball should all form a complete hitting strategy when you think about it on the court .”

Jiang Li: "..."

Why did the sentence "Your grades in science are so good" be exchanged for such a long lecture.

I had no choice but to nod quickly and said, "You are right, I will take my time, hehe, take my time."

Sheng Qianling nodded with a faint smile, stopped talking, and quietly waited for the food to be served.

In this night market street full of fireworks, he was wearing a white shirt, like a bright bright moon, sitting at the door of a cramped shop, looking so prominent and eye-catching.

Jiang Li looked at him, his thoughts turned around, and he went back to the topic of the night before.

He asked softly: "Brother Ling, you have to leave in June or in September. Sooner or later, when you leave, we—"

Sheng Qianling's eyes jumped.

Jiang Li said sadly: "When you leave, can we still contact each other?"

The author says:

Ambiguity is the most touching.