Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li Jingyin clicked on the website that Chen Shushu shared with him.

Jiang Haijun was at home, and the sound insulation of the door was not very good, and he didn't have headphones, so he had to turn off the sound.

When he saw those pictures that were beyond his cognition, his heart was lifted high, as if stuck on the cloud.

He blushed for the first time, and didn't dare to look at it. He quickly dragged the progress bar, glanced hastily, and panted to turn off the video.

original……

That's right.

He lay quietly on the bed for a while, trying to calm down his rapid panting.

But he thought of Sheng Qianling's face, and found that he couldn't calm down.

Just went to the toilet.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Li flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and lay down on the bed.

The body is empty and bored, so I have to continue playing with my mobile phone for a while.

The phone he was using with a broken screen was badly broken, and suddenly a black speck appeared on the screen, stuck in the worst crack, like ink, which would never disappear.

Lying on the bed, Jiang Li pressed the black dot with his fingers vigorously, and found that it could disperse into several small pieces by itself. He became interested in playing and kept poking and poking.

An APP that comes with the mobile phone sends a push at this time.

Jiang Li wanted to get some black spots, and accidentally clicked on that video.He never reads any news, and he doesn't care about the trendy memes of various elements on the Internet.

So when he clicked on this video feed, his first reaction was to log out and turn it off.

It's just that the phone is aging, and there is no response after pressing the exit button for several seconds, but the video started playing directly.

The caption on the video is written in bold yellow font: "I still feel so regretful at the age of 70, why didn't I say I love you when I was 17 years old."

Immediately afterwards, soothing music sounded, and an old man with rickets and white hair appeared in the camera.

Noticing this age, Jiang Li was startled and stared at the screen tightly, wanting to see what the old man had to say.

At this time, the exit button that was pressed before took effect, the screen jumped twice, turned off the video, and returned to the main interface with black spots.

Jiang Li's hand stopped in mid-air, and he was so dazed that he didn't know where to find this video.

He silently held up the phone, watching its screen light turn from bright to dark, and then go straight to black, thinking about the title that he only glanced at just now.

Jiang Li, a poor student, learned the ability to draw inferences from one instance.

He asked himself, if he was 70 years old, would he regret not bravely expressing his love to Sheng Qianling when he was 17 years old?

Xue Zha Jiangli learned the mental arithmetic answer.

His answer was, absolutely.If you like someone and dare not tell them, what is it if you are not cowardly?

If you like it, go after it, whether he likes you or not?

In a moment of thought, Jiang Li made a decision.

It was as if there was a door in front of him, and he wanted to push it open, step through it, and see where he could follow the road.

No matter whether the mountains and rivers are facing obstacles, or the flowers are blooming and the journey is smooth, he wants to see it.

Thinking about it this way, my heart suddenly overflowed with infinite tenderness, like raindrops falling into a puddle, causing ripples in circles.

He uncontrollably fantasized about the future of himself and Sheng Qianling.

Will the future be fine?

It will be fine.

Unable to fall asleep after thinking about it, he simply took out his phone and sent a message to Sheng Qianling.

After three consecutive days of practicing left-handed spinning, he was so tired that his bones were about to fall apart. Sheng Qianling asked him to take a day off today and not to practice, so as not to strain his muscles and bones.

It was the first time that Jiang Li was so indecisive when he wrote and deleted.

For a while I wrote "Brother Ling, what did you eat tonight", and for a while I wrote "I don't practice today, will it be more difficult tomorrow?" After thinking about it, I felt that it was not good to say anything, and in a fit of anger, I said according to my true thoughts: " Brother Ling, let me tell you something, I have someone I like."

Jiang Li thought very clearly, as long as Sheng Qianling replied "who is it", he would confess immediately.

No matter what the future is, he only wants tonight.

Sheng Qianling didn't know why it took almost half an hour to get back to him.

And the reply to his words was not his imaginary inquiry.

Sheng Qianling said: "That's normal, seventeen or eighteen years old, that's the age of first love."

Jiang Li was immediately discouraged, feeling a sense of despondency that he didn't know how to express.

He still wanted to say something, but Sheng Qianling sent another message: "Go to bed early, good night."

Jiang Li: "..."

In his heart, he angrily scolded Sheng Qianling, an incomprehensible bastard. After scolding harshly, he couldn't bear it. After a long time of conflict and helplessness, he rolled up the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

The next night, Jiang Li was the same as before. After dinner, he came to time billiards.

It was meal time, there was no one in the store, and Sheng Qianling was not there, so he probably went out to eat with Uncle Pan Hong and the others.

Jiang Li opened the snooker practice table in the corner, hit a few long straight balls casually to find his hand, and then tried to hit a left-handed spin ball.

Surprisingly, his body seems to have really remembered the strength and feeling of hitting the ball. The red ball hit the bank twice and went into the pocket hollow, while the white ball also returned to the original point steadily. .

Unbelievable, Jiang Li hit two more shots and got the same result.

The red ball goes into the pocket and the white ball resets.

His eyes lit up with joy, and he spun around in place, just like the star, and couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart.

He has mastered such a difficult skill ball!

This is like a martial arts practitioner who always stays at the first level and can't get a breakthrough. After a long period of hard training, one day he is suddenly opened up to Ren Du's second channel, and he has a direct epiphany!

Jiang Li was so excited that he suddenly felt that all the hard work was worth it.

He also knew that it was because Sheng Qianling gave him a shortcut in advance and gave him the correct training method according to his actual level that he was able to make rapid progress in such a short period of time.

Thinking about it this way, I really like Sheng Qianling even more.

Jiang Li practiced alone for a while, and saw Sheng Qianling and President Pan coming back together from a distance.

Mr. Pan chewed betel nuts, put his hands on Sheng Qianling's shoulders and said something.Sheng Qianling quickened his pace, walked out of Pan Deng's arms without a trace, and turned his head to answer.

As if sensing something, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Jiang Li immediately squinted his eyes and smiled at him, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

Sheng Qianling pointed to an eight-ball table, signaling that he would go and play small table with Uncle Hong for half an hour first.Jiang Li nodded and returned to his desk to continue practicing.

Half an hour later, Sheng Qianling came over with his private stick.

He was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt today, with two buttons undone, revealing a cold white neck.A pair of beige trousers was worn underneath, which made the legs straight and long.

Carrying the rod box and walking step by step, he exudes a calm and calm master temperament, gentle and dazzling.

Jiang Li secretly admired Sheng Qianling's beautiful face, and called him to stop, like a puppy wagging its tail, cheerfully said: "Look, Brother Ling!"

Then, Jiang Li put out the spot shot that he had practiced countless times, leaned down, dribbled the ball with precise control, and performed a shot for Sheng Qianling.

Jiang Li was waiting for Sheng Qianling's praise, but Sheng Qianling said: "It's not bad, practice for another week and change to another event."

Jiang Li: "..."

Aggrieved, he walked over to Sheng Qianling, raised his head slightly, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Brother Ling, I'm such a good fighter, don't you praise me..."

The two were very close, with no more than half a human distance between them.

Sheng Qianling was much taller than Jiang Li, and looked at him with downcast eyes.

There have been similar close encounters in the past, Jiang Li often threw himself on him and shook his hand, but Sheng Qianling never took it to heart.

But today is inexplicably different.

Jiang Li's eyes were dark and shining, and a pair of small jumping flames were reflected in his pupils.

With some sly smiles, it makes people feel itchy for no reason.

Those eyes seemed to be saying something wordlessly.

Sheng Qianling thought of Jiang Li's words last night that almost made him lose sleep - "I have someone I like", and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably for a moment.

There is a little tension, a little expectation, and a little regret that is hidden but not shown.

Jiang Li blinked, and called him again: "Brother Ling?"

Sheng Qianling reacted, and the unnatural look on his face flashed past, and then he replied in a calm voice: "This is just basic skills."

The implication is that as his apprentice, it is normal to learn this technique.

Jiang Li was not angry when he heard this, he turned his head around, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He said, "Brother Ling, take a look at this."

Jiang Li ran back to the snooker table, took out more than a dozen red balls from the cardboard box under the table, quickly arranged them in a heart shape on the green baize, and deliberately left a ball in the middle of the heart shape .

Sheng Qianling's eyes jumped, and he immediately understood what Jiang Li was doing.

The empty space left by Jiang Li was exactly where the white ball was parked when he practiced fixed point kicks these days.

The white ball hits the ball, goes around the library twice, and will slowly go back. As long as the strength is not bad and the technique of the shot is in place, the white ball can return to the gap exactly, making this love complete.

Sheng Qianling stood there quietly, forgetting to put the cue case in his hand.

He felt that his breathing was a little short, and the rise and fall of his chest was much more obvious than usual.

Jiang Li set up the white ball and took out a new red ball.

He pushed the ball steadily as he had trained thousands of times.

As Sheng Qianling expected, the red ball fell into the bag, and the white ball got stuck in the gap of the heart, perfect and ostentatious.

Jiang Li grinned, his white teeth gleaming under the shadowless lamp.

He put the club in the open space on the table, and ran towards Sheng Qianling again, his long eyelashes flickered, his thin lips parted, and he said earnestly and reverently: "Brother Ling, this is a gift from me."

Hitting a complete heart with the technique taught by the other party is his gift.

His imagination was too poor, he couldn't say the romantic words that Sheng Qianling made his heart complete, so he could only look at the person he liked awkwardly, waiting for the response and the verdict.

Sheng Qianling was speechless for a long time, only staring at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li's gaze traced Sheng Qianling's face inch by inch.He has clean and stylish broken hair, thick eyebrows with sharp corners, natural and smooth double eyelids, clear jewel-like eyes, a tall and natural nose, and warm and shallow lips.

Everywhere is perfect.

Everywhere, he likes it.

Sheng Qianling finally spoke.

He said slowly and in an extremely restrained voice: "Jiang Li, I'm not teaching you how to play poles, not to let you do these fancy things."

Jiang Li: "..."

Sheng Qianling turned his back, put the club box on the tea table beside the sofa, opened the middle lock, and went to get the club.

Jiang Li was drenched with enthusiasm and refused to let it go. In a hurry, he pulled Sheng Qianling's hand, grabbed his fingers and asked eagerly and humbly: "Sheng Qianling, don't you ask me who I like?" .”

Jiang Li never called Sheng Qianling by his name.

Usually, he is called "Brother Ling" normally, or "Master" when he is cheating.

Such a sudden combination of names and surnames has a shocking effect.

Sheng Qianling moved his fingers slightly, pulled his hand back, lowered his white face like jade, and replied nonchalantly: "Sorry, I don't have a strong curiosity."

Jiang Li approached little by little, just two steps, and he was completely close to Sheng Qianling, almost touching him.

He raised his head, wishing he could touch the tip of Sheng Qianling's nose, the flames in his eyes burned even hotter, making his heart so hot that he was a little confused.

He stared at Sheng Qianling, and slowly said word by word: "Sheng Qianling, I, Xi, Huan, you."

The author says:

Jiang Li is really brave, isn't he.