Qianli Jiangling

In the end, Chen Shushu did not pursue Xu Xiaolian according to Jiangli's method.

Although he is thick-skinned, but timid, he only dares to write some love letters and give some breakfast every now and then, hoping to open the door to his puppy love in high school and become a real rebellious boy.

Jiang Li stared at him coldly all day long, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to him, nor did he give him any advice.

As usual, it's just home, school, and time billiards.

That night, he went home to put his schoolbag first when school was over as usual.

The second floor was quiet, kicked hard, and the voice-activated lights came on.Pushing open the heavy wooden door and walking in, Jiang Li discovered that Jiang Haijun was also there.

Jiang Haijun has worked as a "carrying pole" in Hanzheng Street for several years, that is, picking goods to the car for the bosses who come to buy goods, and he always goes home very late.

Suddenly at home today, Jiang Li felt a little flustered, so he ran over quickly and asked, "Dad, did you sprain your ankle again?"

Jiang Haijun was sitting and thinking about things while listening to the radio, when he heard Jiang Li asking this, he said angrily, "You bastard, can you count on me to be better every day?"

Jiang Li looked straight at Jiang Haijun's ankle, and asked, "Then why did you come back so early?"

I don't know when, Jiang Li would get used to waiting at home or at the intersection as soon as school was over, to see if his father would come back early.

If he returned early, it would mean that Jiang Haijun was injured, either with neck pain or leg cramps, so he could no longer pick goods and could only go home to rest.

Over the past few years, he had already formed this hint of self-reminder in his heart.

Over time, Jiang Li had a feeling that the sooner Jiang Haijun came back, the better.

It's not that I want him to make more money. After all, the only wish is that he won't get hurt.

Jiang Haijun uncharacteristically did not scold Jiang Li.

He sat for a while, his eyes wandering and he didn't know where to fall, and there was an unworldly world-weariness all over his body.

It's like a person who was rescued from the deep sea suddenly sees through life and death, and even the confusion no longer exists.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the skylight was used for lighting.Jiang Haijun's prematurely aged face was filled with deep fatigue, like a person who only bought a standing ticket and stood with his eyes open all night until dawn.

Jiang Haijun seemed to have made some important decision, and said slowly: "Jiang Li, I'm going back to my hometown on May [-]st."

Jiang Haijun's hometown is far away in a village below Jiangling County. The terrain is closed and the economic conditions are very backward.After coming to Wuhan for so many years, they have never come to contact people in their hometown, and they have never returned to the dilapidated brick house in the col.

Jiang Li didn't know why Jiang Haijun wanted to go back suddenly.

Father and son depend on each other for life. They have no relatives or friends in their hometown.

Jiang Li was a little worried and said, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Haijun shook his head, and didn't tell Jiang Li, just said: "I left you money for the meal, you take care of yourself."

There is no tenderness between Jiang Li and his father like that between father and son. Sometimes they are so indifferent, but they don't care.

Jiang Li said, "Understood."

After confirming that Jiang Haijun was not injured, Jiang Li took ten yuan of food money from the drawer, took out a handful of lollipops from the big bag of candy Sheng Qianling gave him, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, and stepped down the stairs.

Dinner is still the same hot dry noodles with dried seeds.

After eating a few mouthfuls in the afterglow of the sky, Jiang Li threw the disposable bowl into the green trash can and walked towards Time Billiards.

The May Day is approaching, and the streets are becoming more and more lively.

The nearby shopping malls put their stereos at the door, repeatedly broadcasting the huge discounts of May Day at the top of their lungs.Under the night, Wusheng Road is bustling, the viaduct is tough, and the traffic is rushing.

When the lights came on, the lights made Jiang Li's figure thinner and thinner.

With a lollipop in his mouth, he walked into Time Billiards.

There are not many people at this spot, and a few lights are lit sporadically.Looking around in a blink of an eye, I saw Sheng Qianling and Uncle Hong facing each other on a Chinese eight-ball table.

As promised, Sheng Qianling took half an hour a day to guide Uncle Hong.

When Jiang Li walked over, he heard Uncle Hong asking about the power point of his right arm when he hit the shot, so he didn't want to disturb them, so he sat down on the sofa next to him and licked the candy slowly.

While listening to Uncle Hong's words, Sheng Qianling glanced at Jiangli.

Jiang Li was still the same as usual, wearing a white lapel short-sleeved school uniform with sports pants, simple and clean, without embellishment.His hair grew a little, but luckily it didn't reach his eyebrows, which barely suppressed his ruffian aura, and looked a bit low-key and gentle.

He is refreshing and good-looking, regardless of time and place.Even in dim environments, it always stands out.

"Qianling?" Master Hong called out.

"Ah?" Sheng Qianling realized that he was distracted, and listened with a slight expression, "What's wrong?"

Master Hong said: "Let's play another round to find out how we feel."

"it is good."

Seeing that the two of them were about to face each other, Jiang Li actively ran over to help them swing the ball.

His fingers are slender and white, and when holding the ball, the joints are prominent, revealing the slenderness and beauty of a young man.

Jiang Li swings the ball very fast, Master Hong is used to it, but Sheng Qianling said "thank you" softly.Jiang Li laughed when he heard this, set the ball up and went back to sit on the sofa, continuing to suck the sugar ball and watch their game.

Sheng Qianling is holding a Potts pole made of special material, the head of which is pitch black and protruding.

He wiped it carefully with a wiper cloth, as if treating a precious collection.

When he was ready, he bent down and made a kick-off action, exerting force from his waist, pulling the strength of his upper body, concentrating this force on his right arm, and slamming the rod, hitting fifteen balls on the table four times at once. Scattered, into three.

When playing snooker, Sheng Qianling would not use such a great strength to tee the ball, at most he would use a little shot to defend.

But playing small table is different. Small table pays attention to loose tee shots and fast scoring.

Jiang Li suddenly remembered that when he was playing billiards at Mingshi that day, a golfer commented that Sheng Qianling's waist was amazing.

Unable to control it for a moment, he squeezed the sugar stick and said, "Brother Ling, your waist is really strong."

The next coquettish sentence is about to be blurted out.

Sheng Qianling seemed to have guessed what Jiang Li was going to say, strode over, snatched Jiang Li's candy from him, and stuffed it straight into Jiang Li's mouth.

Sheng Qianling said: "Eat candy, don't talk about that."

Jiang Li had a bad idea, and wanted to take the opportunity to tease Uncle Hong, a self-disciplined master, in front of Uncle Hong, biting a candy and mumbled, "You know what I'm going to say?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

Uncle Hong was playing the bat and didn't pay attention to the two boys beside him.

Sheng Qianling held the cue upright, crossed his hands on the top half of the cue, and turned his head to warn Jiang Li: "You said that, I will practice for two hours tonight."

It was rare for Sheng Qianling to be moved like this. He was always as calm as a lake, and rarely had emotional turmoil.

Or maybe it is because he has been influenced by snooker for many years, most of the time, he is elegant and calm.

However, Jiang Li is a hard-to-discipline bastard, and he is not afraid of being warned. He deliberately raised his voice and said every word: "You, after, after, of, female—"

Sheng Qianling's eyes were dim, and he interrupted him coldly: "What? Are you envious of my future girlfriend?"

When he said this, there was obvious sullenness.

Jiang Li froze for a moment, unable to react quickly.After reacting, he was suddenly a little dazed, wondering why his master, who was always able to take jokes and ignored jokes, suddenly became angry.

Uncle Hong just hit two balls, this one missed, and turned around.

He also heard Sheng Qianling's words, and asked curiously, "Qianling has a girlfriend?"

Sheng Qianling's fair face looked extraordinarily calm under the shadowless lamp, and the mist in his eyes quickly faded. He said in a flat voice, "No."

After speaking, he went on the court to play normally, and mentioned a few problems with Uncle Hong when he was swinging, and taught him how to maintain power transmission when he was dribbling.

Very professional.

It's as if nothing happened.

But Jiang Li knew that Sheng Qianling was angry.

He usually likes to tease Sheng Qianling, because Sheng Qianling has a good temper and doesn't care about him, and also to satisfy his bad taste of pulling him down from the altar.

Sheng Qianling often doesn't care, and forgets after hearing it.

When encountering topics that he didn't want to discuss, he would forcefully divert Jiang Li's attention to other things.

It was the first time to interrupt him like tonight.

It is also the first time to play under fire.

Jiang Li suddenly felt that the sugar in his mouth was not so sweet anymore.A little sour, and a little perverted stimulation.

This stimulation slowly breeds, and a little bit of anticipation grows.

Like a poppy seed that should not exist, falling into the soil with sufficient moisture and oxygen.It is not allowed, but people expect it to bloom coquettishly.

Sheng Qianling finished this round of pairing, and told Uncle Hong to continue to practice according to the method he said, then put away the Potts club with a cold face, and walked to the member club cabinet with the club box.

After eating a candy in the river, he threw the candy stick and followed Sheng Qianling over without even thinking about it.

Sheng Qianling was wearing a light-colored twill shirt and gray slim-fit trousers. He walked very quickly, leaving Jiang Li behind in a few steps.

He was tall, with his head lowered as he passed a bright strip of lights, his smooth face was covered with a layer of yellow frost, adding a bit of aloofness.

He opened the door of his club cabinet, put Potts clubs in, took out his snooker cue, and asked the cashier to turn on the lights of the snooker practice table.

From the cash register to the practice area, from the beginning to the end, he didn't speak a word to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was so guilty that he panicked, and like a well-behaved puppy, he followed Sheng Qianling step by step, calling him softly from time to time: "Brother Ling..."

But Brother Ling ignored him at all.

Just practice there alone.

Jiang Li lay pitifully on the other side of the table, propped his elbows on the edge of the table, held his face in his palm like a flower, looked at Sheng Qianling helplessly, and said, "Brother Ling, don't be angry. .”

Sheng Qianling's face was calm, and his tone didn't change much, as before, he said flatly: "I'm not angry, you go to practice."

Jiang Li refused, and continued to hold his face there, hiding his gangster air, opened a pair of aggrieved eyes, and finished the unfinished sentence: "I'll just say that your waist is good, your future girlfriend Will you be very blessed... I'm praising you, not scolding you..."

He was obviously praising him, but he didn't appreciate it.

Who is to make sense of this.

Sheng Qianling tried his best to suppress the menacing emotion in his heart, turned his face and hit the ball.The control is out of balance, today's balls all have long legs, they refuse to go into the bag, they slam, slap, and run around.

Disturbing.

Jiang Li recollected the word "girlfriend" for a while, and made up a big scene in his brain, then leaned closer to Sheng Qianling, and asked to add fuel to the fire: "Brother Ling, are you so angry because you were called by your ex-girlfriend?" Dumped..."

Sheng Qianling finally turned black, stood up and said, "Jiangli! Go back if you don't want to practice, don't affect me!"

Jiang Li: "..."

The two were so wasted, one refused to leave, and the other did not speak.

Jiang Li's face turned sour, and his words became even more sour: "Brother Ling, are you using cold violence against me? Let me tell you, you can't do this, I—"

Sheng Qianling put down the cue, not wanting to hear what Jiang Li had to say, went to the sofa to drink water, and waited for the flames in his heart to go out for no reason.

He guessed that late spring in Wuhan was too hot.

How come it's not until May, and the weather is so hot?

As one of the four major furnaces, it really deserves its reputation.

Jiang Li was still talking nonchalantly: "Brother Ling, you don't like to talk, and you look cold and handsome. If you have a wife—"

As soon as the words came out, they stopped immediately.

Mentioning "girlfriend" is terrible, and it looks like it is so cold that the sea will dry up, and then mentioning "wife", wouldn't it be more salty to Sheng Qianling's heart that is riddled with holes?

Hey, for a boy of seventeen or eighteen, it's normal for him to be emotionally hurt.

Just don't mention it.

Jiang Li took out a candy flatteringly, tore off the wrapper, walked over to Sheng Qianling, and said softly, "Don't be angry, brother Ling, there is nothing you can't get over if you eat a candy."

Sheng Qianling still had a stern face and said, "Don't eat."

Jiang Li put his face close to him, coaxing him, saying: "Eat it, this candy is very sweet, just as sweet as me..."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

It's simply not peaceful, it's better to continue practicing.

So, Jiang Li was left alone on the sofa.

Sheng Qianling didn't accept the candy, so Jiang Li had no choice but to stuff it into his mouth, licking it for a while.

He softly shouted: "Master..." trying to get the attention of this cold-faced and cruel-hearted master, but his master didn't even give him a look.

Jiang Li suddenly felt a numb pain in his mouth.

He thought he had bitten the side of his teeth while eating candy, but when he looked down, the candy was caught between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

Once again, the pain became more intense.

Almost at the speed of thunder, it swept across the sky and covered the earth.

Jiang Li was very afraid of pain, so excited by the pain, his whole upper body shrank, holding his face and crying, "Brother Ling, hiss, I'm in so much pain..."

Sheng Qianling finally turned around, looked straight at Jiang Li, and said calmly, "Jiang Li, don't act like a baby."

Jiang Li's pain became more and more unbearable. He felt that ten thousand insects were gnawing at his teeth and nerves. His eyes were red with pain, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin layer of tears filled the corners of his eyes.

He said, "Master, my teeth really hurt..."

The author says:

Come on, let us boldly guess who will be blessed in the future?