Qianli Jiangling

When he arrived at Shashi Airport in the morning, Zhuo Yunfeng sent a driver to pick up Sheng Qianling.

In the car, Sheng Qianling listened to the driver briefly convey Zhuo Yunfeng's meaning.

Basically, you want to play a game against a snooker enthusiast. You can't sweep the opponent [-]-[-], but you can't make the ball too obvious.It is best to make this game as entertaining as possible, and it is best to stimulate the enthusiasm of the audience to the greatest extent.

This is also the meaning of inviting guests.

Now, Sheng Qianling and Jiang Li had a one-on-one match. In the first two rounds, the two of them were almost showing off their accuracy, which really boosted the atmosphere of the scene.

But in the last game, Sheng Qianling didn't want to play like this.

Because playing this way is too fast, and the game can be over in less than 10 minutes.

When Jiang Li played, he quickly felt the change in Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling kicked off the ball and pulled the white ball back with his proficient shot. It was hidden behind the semicircle in the lower half of the table, and it created a big challenge for Jiang Li as soon as it came up.

Jiang Li turned his head to look at Sheng Qianling, not quite understanding what he meant by torturing him suddenly.

After all, Jiang Li's ability to solve obstacle balls is the weakest of all billiard skills.

But Jiang Li didn't say anything, and obediently bent over to check the hook line.

After finding a suitable point, he restrained his arrogance and pushed out the white ball with very light force.

The white ball hits the red ball first, which is regarded as a solution to the snooker shot.However, the white ball landed near the pile of red balls, and one had an excellent chance of pocketing.

It meant that as long as Sheng Qianling launched an attack, as long as he didn't slip the cue stick, he would definitely win this round.

But Sheng Qianling didn't do that.

He still used the skill of a ghost to pull the white ball back, rest behind a certain colored ball, and created another obstacle ball for Jiang Li with an escalating difficulty.

Jiang Li looked at Sheng Qianling in shock, saw his eyes were as calm as a pool of water, and suddenly understood his thoughts.

Jiang Li is an offensive player, so Sheng Qianling decided to use god-level defense to destroy his will.Jiang Li knew that his level was far lower than that of Sheng Qianling, and he also had a premonition of what kind of situation he would face in this round——

Will be hanged.

Jiang Li scolded a dog in his heart, and had to play again.

But no matter how he attacked, the white ball seemed to follow Sheng Qianling's instructions, and it could always perfectly form an obstacle ball, and the obstacles were more difficult than each stroke.

It literally killed him.

However, all the audience at the scene watched with great enthusiasm, and their eyes were shining.

What's more exciting than having an offensive player never get a shot.

Jiang Li knew what Sheng Qianling, a gentle scum, was thinking, all he wanted was to deliberately humiliate him, and let him take the initiative to speak softly, or he could not accept softly, and he could pass the test with a few nice words.

In the past, every time Sheng Qianling was provoked by playing dead, he would play with himself in the confrontation.

If he softly called "Brother", or kissed him, he would calm down slowly and then pat Jiang Li's head.

But in the current situation, it is naturally impossible for Jiang Li to call him brother, nor to kiss Sheng Qianling.

Six years ago, he was the one who sent a message saying that he was going to break up, and he was the one who disappeared without a word.

He can't run to provoke the foul just because of one game.

But it's not without solutions.

In the next second, when it was Jiang Li's turn to hit the ball, he suddenly exerted force and intentionally fouled the white ball and knocked it out, causing a table of red and colored balls to scramble around, completely breaking the game.

This suicide attack can barely be regarded as dredging from the bottom of the pot.

But this move made Sheng Qianling's already gloomy eyes even darker.

Snooker is a gentleman's sport.

People who enjoy snooker have always tacitly followed certain unwritten rules to show elegance and demeanor.

The mutual mediation between the two sides in offense and defense is also one of the greatest pleasures of this sport.

Like Jiang Li, who disregarded the rules of demeanor and fearlessness, but also escaped from the trap created by Sheng Qianling, it was a bit like his straightforward style when he broke up with him back then.

Six years ago, Sheng Qianling received Jiangli's last text message——

"I'm tired of playing, let's break up."

This round of obstacle ball was released, and Sheng Qianling no longer defended.

When it was his turn to play, he changed his aggressive style and began to show off his accuracy.

He speeded up a lot, and he didn't have the calmness of a snooker master on the court at all. On the contrary, he was a little more frivolous and unrestrained.

Jiang Li knew at a glance that he was imitating himself.

Inexplicably, Jiang Li felt that the bitterness in his mouth was getting worse. He reached out to grab the mineral water on the coffee table, but found that the bottle was already empty.

He had no choice but to put his hands into his trouser pockets, but found that he walked in a hurry in the morning and only grabbed two lollipops, which he ate up when he saw Sheng Qianling.

Jiang Li: "..."

In desperation, Jiang Li turned his head to look at the mirror on the wall near the table.

The mirror was about two meters wide, and Jiang Li could clearly see his own face.Lovely apple head, slightly pale skin, lips that gradually faded to blood.

Jiang Li looked at himself in the mirror, smiled, winked at himself, and said in his heart, "He's still very handsome, so handsome that both people and gods are angry, so handsome that ghosts and animals kill themselves, so handsome..."

Before he finished handsome, Jiang Li heard a burst of applause.

Subconsciously looking back, Sheng Qianling had already played all the balls on the table and won the game.

In other words, he won the game.

The snooker fans at the scene enjoyed this visual feast, which almost turned the venue into a sea of ​​joy.

Jiang Li clapped along with the crowd, clapping his hands.

Taking advantage of the turmoil and noise of the crowd, he stood up, dragged the small broken public pole and stuffed it into the barrel, then tore off the small rubber band from his hair, randomly grabbed his hair a few times, and walked towards Zhuo Yunfeng.

Standing still in front of Zhuo Yunfeng, Jiang Li smiled and said quickly: "Brother Zhuo, I'm going to go down first."

Zhuo Yunfeng was busy with the next round of membership lottery, he didn't have time to deal with Jiangli, so he nodded and went back to work on his own.

Jiang Li struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and walked out with big strides.

On the other side, before Sheng Qianling had time to tidy up his cue, he saw Jiang Li running out like a gust of wind, his heart sank suddenly, he ignored the cue, threw it directly on the coffee table, and ran out the door.

At the elevator entrance on the third floor of the Joy Building, Jiang Li frantically pressed the down button.

But the elevator is on the first floor, and it will take a while to get up.

At this moment, Sheng Qianling walked through the club, across the corridor, and hurried towards the river.

He has always been calm and self-possessed, no matter what level of masters he is in, he can be personable and calm.

But this short 20 meters made him flustered and his palms cold.

He was afraid that Jiang Li would run away again and disappear from his world without making a sound.

Without caring about her demeanor, just as the elevator arrived, she reached out and grabbed Jiang Li's wrist forcefully.

Jiang Li is very thin and has thin wrists.

Grab it and hold it tightly, but it feels even colder to the touch.

There was a hint of pain in Sheng Qianling's eyes, he blocked the gradually closing elevator door with his body, looked down at Jiang Li slightly, and called him: "Li Li..."

Jiang Li tried his best to squeeze out an understated smile, looked at Sheng Qianling's face, and asked seriously, "Mr. Sheng, what's the matter?"

Sheng Qianling has trained for many years, rarely sees the sun, and his skin is fairer than ordinary people.The eyebrows are sharp, and the eyes are dark and full of light.The nose is tall and straight, and the lines are smooth, a bit colder than when he was a teenager.Fortunately, the lip shape is perfect and the lip line is raised, which adds a lot of softness to this face.

At first glance, he looks like a proud nobleman or gentleman.

But upon closer inspection, he found that the gentleman's eyes were heavy and oppressive, and because of his height, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Li shrank his neck.

He took a sneaky step to escape, but was grabbed by Sheng Qianling again.

The elevator closed again, bumped into Sheng Qianling's back, activated the protection mechanism, and bounced off again.

Jiang Li had no choice but to ask again with a smile: "Teacher Sheng?"

Sheng Qianling seemed to pause for a moment, his expression unnaturally turned calm, and his eyes became clear again.

He let go of his hand and said softly, "Sorry, I just finished playing and didn't shake hands."

Jiang Li: "..."

He simply didn't know what was wrong with Sheng Qianling now. He had to shake hands before the start and at the end.

If you don't grab it, you have to chase it to the elevator entrance and grab one by force.

Jiang Li really had no other choice, and wanted to leave here as soon as possible, so he pulled himself together, stretched out his right hand, and said, "Then, hold it."

Sheng Qianling held Jiang Li's hand and shook it, but did not let go.

Jiang Li only felt that the bitter taste in his throat was even worse, and he was anxious to go back to eat candy, and then he heard that the elevator had started to call the police, and said helplessly: "Mr. Sheng, people like you will think we are having an affair."

Jiang Li had been talking nonsense since he was a boy, and Sheng Qianling was not very surprised when he heard the words.

On the contrary, when Jiang Li said his own words, some regret surfaced.

It shouldn't be out of proportion.

He looked up into Sheng Qianling's eyes, and saw a bottomless emotion.

After waiting for two seconds, he heard Sheng Qianling whisper, "Jiang Li, how have you been these few years?"

Even the first name and surname, no longer called "Li Li".

He didn't question the reason for breaking up back then, didn't vent his anger and ridicule, and didn't pull him to recall the past, just asked him how he was doing.

Jiang Li's heart suddenly softened, and he felt that if he didn't leave, he might have to stay here.

So, he laughed mischievously again: "That's great, look at me, how many girls' dream lovers."

After hearing this, Sheng Qianling just stared at him without further questioning.

When Jiang Li racked his brains to find a way to leave, Zhuo Yunfeng's voice suddenly came from the club door.

Zhuo Yunfeng said: "Qianling, can you come over for a while? There is a big prize to be drawn, and you will draw it."

Sheng Qianling turned his back to the door of the club, Zhuo Yunfeng couldn't see the hands they held together at this moment.

Sheng Qianling paused, let go of Jiang Li slowly, turned around and said "Come on" to Zhuo Yunfeng, then left the elevator door and walked towards the entrance of the club.

Standing by the elevator, Jiang Li looked at the man in a professional game uniform, with straight shoulders and a straight back, walking past the row of brightly colored opening flower baskets, as if he was walking a road paved with flowers.

For no reason, he rolled his eyes and smiled.

The elevator had already gone down, so Jiang Li didn't want to wait any longer, so he simply walked up the stairs.

He quickly walked out of the Joy Building, and before leaving, he glanced at Zhuo Yunfeng's opening poster that had been hanging for a long time.The black silhouette on the poster was none other than Sheng Qianling.

But Jiang Li didn't recognize it.

Maybe it's because we've been separated for too long, Jiang Li thought.

Six years was enough to let go of everything in the past, so he couldn't even recognize Sheng Qianling's figure.

Jiang Li's house is not too far from Joy Building, about two stops away.

He almost trotted home, panting to his room, took out a jar of candy from the closet, took out a candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hsu Fu Chi sweet orange lollipop has a sweet taste and a long aftertaste. It has always been Jiangli's favorite.

The transparent candy jar is full of sugar of this flavor.

Orange candy paper and orange candy sticks are intertwined, and just one glance can make Jiang Li feel at ease.

He just sat on the edge of the bed, quietly ate a candy, wiped the candy stick and stuffed it into a paper box before standing up.

Glancing at the time, it's one fifteen in the afternoon.

I didn't eat lunch and I was hungry.

Jiang Li soaked a bowl of noodles for himself, ate them whole, packed up the garbage, and threw it into the large uniform trash can at the door, and then rode out the door slowly on an electric scooter.

His father, Jiang Haijun, lives in the Jiangling Nursing Home, and Jiang Li visits him every now and then.

Jiang Haijun is 60 years old this year, and he has almost lost his human form due to the disease.The hospital couldn't continue to treat him, so Jiang Li had to transfer him to a nursing home for special care.

It's nothing special to meet today.

Jiang Haijun was still cursing at his son like every time before: "God egg, let's see if I'm dead again?"

Jiang Li gave him a white look, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said with a sneer, "The scourge has lasted for thousands of years, don't you have any clues in your mind?"

Jiang Haijun was not annoyed either, or it might be because his eyes could no longer glare at others.

He said: "Why did I pick you up, a white-eyed wolf back then, and I couldn't raise him, and I didn't get married for the rest of my life."

Still not to be outdone, Jiang Li replied, "You were already in your thirties when you picked me up, you old bachelor, you blame me for not being able to find a woman?"

Jiang Haijun shook his head, unable to think of a rebuttal.

But Jiang Li said again: "If you want to hit me, just cooperate with the recuperation, and you can hit me when you can walk. I will stand and not run when the time comes, so hit me as you like."

Jiang Haijun didn't bother to deal with Jiangli, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After Jiang Li came out of the nursing home, he rode an electric scooter to the store.

He runs a men's clothing store, the store is not big, but the business has been good.There is a salesperson in the store, Yao Ting, who usually sells clothes and collects money, and Jiang Li does all the manual work of buying and transporting goods.

A batch of goods arrived in the afternoon, and Jiang Li unpacked and sorted the clothes by himself, stacked the clothes together neatly, and said to Yao Ting, "Sister Ting, thank you for ironing."

Yao Ting is just in her early 30s and has been working here in Jiangli for more than two years, and she has always cooperated well with Jiangli.

She nodded and went to greet the guests again.

Jiang Li had just finished his work when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Usually when people come to him, most of them send messages on WeChat, but few people call him.He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and it was from Beijing.

He guessed who it was, and faintly didn't want to answer.

But the ringing of the bell kept on urging the soul, and it aroused the noise of the customers in the store, attracting curious watching.

He had no choice but to slide the lock to answer, but Zhuo Yunfeng's voice sounded: "Xiao Jiang, are you in the store or at home?"

Jiang Li had a premonition that something was wrong, and lied, "I'm at home."

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhuo Yunfeng said to the people next to him: "Xiao Jiang is at home, so let's pick him up when your car passes by, okay."

"Okay" came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, Jiangli heard Zhuo Yunfeng say to him again: "Xiaojiang, you have worked hard today. A few of us have a dinner together, and we are all people you are familiar with. At the Jiuyang Hotel, Qianling will pick you up later, address I told him, you are waiting at the door."

"I don't—" Jiang Li didn't finish his sentence, but a different voice changed on the other end.

The man's voice was warm and full of indescribable emotions——

"Lili, don't run, wait for me to pick you up."

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