Qianli Jiangling

Almost without thinking, Jiang Li hung up the voice call in a hurry.

Before he had time to reject Peng Weiwei, the liberal arts student who had been sitting in the middle of the sofa suddenly got up coldly, glanced in Peng Weiwei's direction, and said, "You guys play, I'll go first."

After all, he walked out without looking back.

At this time, the girls in the private room seemed even crazier.

All of them were so excited that they hugged each other and shook each other, yelling "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'"

Jiang Li had a dark face, feeling that the atmosphere in this box was very strange.

He subconsciously glanced at Chen Shushu, whom he was most familiar with, and found that the latter also looked confused, but Xu Xiaolian, who was next to Chen Shushu, showed a mysterious smile.

Seeing the boy leave, Peng Weiwei became emotional instantly.

She looked very excited, but she still remembered what she said to Jiang Li just now.So he took another bottle of wine, went back to Jiangli, and said proudly: "Jiangli, I'm sorry, today is my fault, I drank this bottle of wine, don't take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, he drank vigorously again, took a few sips, and finished the bottle of RIO.

Jiang Li frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Peng Weiwei dared to act boldly, and replied: "I want to see if Xu Zhiyu likes me, I'm sorry."

Jiang Li pondered for two seconds, and realized that Xu Zhiyu was the name of the top student who left just now.

After thinking about it for another two seconds, he knew the real meaning of being invited to this birthday party today.

— to be a cannon fodder.

Jiang Li wasn't angry either.He couldn't be angry about such a trivial matter, but because he felt that his charm was recognized and his vanity was satisfied.

He has to be a good-looking boy like him to be compared with Xueba.

Jiang Li waved his hand: "Then he is gone now, why don't you go after him?"

Peng Weiwei drank two bottles of wine, her eyes sparkled, she was waiting for Jiang Li's words, she apologized and thanked her repeatedly, told other students that it would be nice to let them eat and have fun, so she ran away first.

Peng Weiwei walked for a few minutes, but the private room was still bustling.

Everyone was very excited, and while singing, they guessed whether Peng Weiwei would have a show tonight.

Sitting in Jiangli for a while, thinking of Peng Weiwei's bold and reckless move, he also thought of Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling directly said that he didn't like him that day.

Do you dislike it at all, or are you a little bit moved?

What would Sheng Qianling's reaction be when he heard the other girl's confession just now?

Will you be angry, or will you continue to practice quietly like a saint?

The night always breeds courage for no reason.

The KTV is noisy and lively, full of radiance, like an illusory and fuzzy dream.

Jiang Li's heart was stirred, and he was eager to find an answer.

He got up and winked at Chen Shulin, pointed to himself and then to the door, signaling that he would go first.

He walked out of the KTV and walked up the stairs from the fourth floor to the fifth floor step by step.

The time billiards business on the fifth floor is very good. Whether it is eight-ball, nine-ball or snooker tables, the tables are almost full.

Sheng Qianling's billiard table was lit, and the colored balls on the table were scattered in disorder, and the cue sticks were placed on the table randomly without cleaning up.

And he sat quietly on the sofa by the table, with his back straight, his eyes empty and he didn't know where he was looking.

Jiang Li walked over step by step from a long distance, instead of sitting next to Sheng Qianling, he knelt down directly opposite Sheng Qianling and looked up at him.

Jiang Li swallowed his throat, his heart beat faster, and said eagerly: "Brother Ling, you...you heard it just now. A girl confessed to me and asked me to be her boyfriend..."

Sheng Qianling didn't have any expression on his face, and he looked at Jiang Li calmly as usual.

He said, "Yeah, I heard that."

The words in Jiang Li's heart turned a few turns, but when they came to his lips, they changed.

He said: "I haven't given her the answer yet, I want to ask you first, Brother Ling, should I promise her?"

Sheng Qianling's eyes finally had some imperceptible changes.

It seemed to suddenly become very dark and deep, with many other inexplicable meanings.

After a while, Sheng Qianling said calmly: "I'm just teaching you how to play. You don't need to ask for my permission for other things. You can do whatever you want."

When Jiang Li heard this, the already weak flame in his heart was immediately cooled down.

He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, then raised his head again, pressing forward step by step: "Then, is it okay for me to be with her, be her boyfriend, hug her and kiss her, and kiss her deeply?"

Sheng Qianling's gaze twitched, and the hand that was put aside was clenched into a fist and placed on his lap.

Jiang Li thought of Peng Weiwei's aura of drinking two bottles of wine just now, and the scene of Xu Zhiyu leaving jealously, his eyes suddenly became a little hot, and his heart was as sour as if soaked in lemon vinegar. I go to bed with her, marry her, have a baby with her, and spend the rest of my life with her, is it okay?"

Sheng Qianling sat so quietly the whole time, and didn't answer quickly.

Jiang Li also waited stubbornly and obstinately, insisting on asking Sheng Qianling for an answer so that he could give up from now on.

Loving someone alone is so painful.

Just like the lyrics of an unknown song once played in the store: "I stand on your left, but it's like a galaxy across the way."

Jiang Li always felt this way.

Although he stayed with Sheng Qianling every day, he couldn't reach him, and there was always an impassable river in between.

It was the first time he liked someone so much, and he didn't want to be so aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.

If it wasn't for Peng Weiwei, who has zero love experience, he would never have thought of using such a method to conduct vicious interrogation.

Jiang Li slowly approached Sheng Qianling's face, paused every word, and said very slowly: "Sheng Qianling, tell me."

Sheng Qianling's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his cold white face became paler under the light.

The color of his lips became very pale, his pupils were like a pool of cold pools, and his eyes were like two black obsidian silently emitting a cold light.

The billiard room was buzzing.

The crisp sound of hitting the ball came one after another, accompanied by the laughter of other guests who scored a goal, or the regret of not scoring a goal, the voices were mixed and noisy, weaving into an intricate rope, bit by bit, they got into the river and Sheng Qianling ears.

But Jiang Li felt that the world was very quiet.

He couldn't hear anything, only Sheng Qianling's slight breathing could be heard.

He was still waiting, waiting for Sheng Qianling's answer.

It seems like a century has passed.

Sheng Qianling finally said: "Jiang Li, you can do whatever you want. You can fall in love with her, be her boyfriend, hug her and kiss her, kiss her deeply, and sleep with her when you are old. Marry her, have children with her, and live with her for the rest of your life."

He has a precise memory and repeats what Jiang Li said word for word.

Jiang Li listened to each word, and clearly felt his heart slowly sinking into the cold pool under Sheng Qianling's eyes, without any ripples.

The weather in Wuhan in May is already very hot, and even at night, there is an unrelenting heat.

But Jiangli only felt cold.

It's cold all over.

It was like running a marathon. He exhausted all his strength and dragged his exhausted body to the finish line. What greeted him were not flowers and applause.

It's the blankness of being empty in the ice and snow, and the frustration of waking up from a dream.

Sheng Qianling stood up at this moment.

He still maintained an excellent self-cultivation, and said seriously: "Sorry, you smell a little bit alcoholic, and it's not suitable for you to be so close to me. I have something to do at night, so I'll go back first."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Qianling walked to the practice table, calmly put away his cue, and walked to Jiangli again, as if nothing had happened, and continued: "You can practice for a while, or you can go back to rest earlier .”

Jiang Li didn't look up, and still maintained the posture of squatting in front of the sofa.

He listened too much to Sheng Qianling's words, subconsciously let out an "um", and when he turned his head slowly, he realized that Sheng Qianling had already carried the club box and walked to the cashier's side, and closed the cabinet door after putting away the clubs.

Jiang Li fell down on the dark gray square carpet, covering his face with his hands, and did not remove them for a long, long time.

The next day is January 5th.

It is also the first day of the three-day long holiday of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Jiang Li stayed in bed for a long time before getting up.He usually doesn't snooze, but today he just doesn't want to wake up.

Jiang Haijun came in and out of the house, making tinkling, clanging, clanking sounds, but he pretended not to hear them.

After a while, there was the sound of the range hood starting up in the small kitchen, the sound of the gas stove igniting, and the friction sound of the spatula colliding with the iron pan.

Soon, oily smoke filled the entire room.

Jiang Li couldn't lie down anymore, and his back hurt from lying down, so he had to get up and change into a short sleeve.

After he cleaned up, Jiang Haijun's dishes were also ready.

The living room is both Jiangli's bedroom and dining room.

Jiang Haijun brought the Gong'an fish offal and stir-fried lotus root that he had fried to a small table in the living room, and put the old duck soup stewed last night in a pot and served it on the table.

After putting these away, Jiang Haijun took four more bottles of Xiaozhijiang wine from the kitchen.

He set the table and chopsticks, rushed into the river and said, "Come over for dinner."

Jiang Haijun is very concerned about traditional festivals such as the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival.

Whenever it was this time, he would always go to buy some food, cook for himself and have a meal with Jiang Li at home.

Jiang Li just didn't want to go to time billiards to face Sheng Qianling, so he quickly washed his face, ran out wearing slippers, placed the only floor fan in the house near the small dining table, plugged it in and turned it on.

The pedestal fan was quite old, and the leaves would creak when turned.

Both father and son didn't mind, and each sat on one side, unpacking disposable tableware.

Jiang Li filled Jiang Haijun with wine, and took another bottle to pour for himself.

Before both of them had a bite of food, Jiang Li raised his glass first: "Dad, happy holidays."

There was some red light on Jiang Haijun's old face, and he cursed with a little smile: "You bitch, you still have a little conscience."

Jiang Li was amused when he heard it, so he didn't say much, and raised his head and took a sip of his wine.

Jiang Haijun's cuisine is good, and this time he bought serious and fresh dishes. It's not a leftover discounted product, so the taste is even more delicious.

Especially avoiding the seasoning of vinegar, the taste won Jiangli's heart.

But Jiang Li couldn't boast.

There was always something between him and his father, and if he insisted on telling the truth, it would look hypocritical and embarrassing, so he didn't say anything at all.

The father and son just drank and ate in silence, with nothing to talk about.

Jiang Haijun never asked about Jiang Li's academic performance at school, nor did Jiang Li ask whether Jiang Haijun had done a lot of work recently and whether he had made any money.

Anyway, life is so plain and poor, I can't make a fortune, but I can't starve to death.

Pretty good.

When the wine was almost finished, Jiang Li suddenly said, "Dad, why did you go back to Jiangling on May [-]st last time?"

He didn't usually have such curiosity, but he was so quiet right now that when he lowered his head, he would repeatedly recall what Sheng Qianling said to him yesterday.

Thinking of it, my heart hurts like being hit by a stone.

I had no choice but to talk about the topic casually and let Jiang Haijun divert his attention.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this question was asked, Jiang Haijun lost his temper.

He slapped his chopsticks and used the strength of the four liang of wine to play tricks: "What do I want to tell you, little egg? What are you?"

Jiang Li felt that his father was very unhappy, and even scolded him in a different tone than usual.

It seems that he mentioned something taboo that cannot be mentioned.

Jiang Li snorted coldly, continued to eat, and said as he ate, "Didn't you say I'm a little egg? Ask me what it is."

Choking, Jiang Haijun gave Jiang Li a hard sideways glance, bowed his head and drank his wine.

A meal broke up badly.

Jiang Haijun got drunk on his face, his two cheeks were black and red, like a combined version of Guan Zhang, so naturally he couldn't go to Hanzheng Street to find a job.

He threw the chopsticks away and went back to his room to sleep.

Jiang Li consciously put away the table, put all the disposable tableware in the trash can, and put the unfinished dishes under the mosquito cover in the kitchen.

After finishing all this, I glanced at the time, it was just past two o'clock.

Every weekend and holiday in the past, Sheng Qianling would ask him to go to the billiard room to practice around nine o'clock.

Today is so late, Sheng Qianling didn't send a text message to ask.

Jiang Li guessed that Sheng Qianling was a little embarrassed, after all, the short conversation between the two yesterday was not pleasant.

He also wondered if Sheng Qianling let him go and let him do whatever he wanted, so it didn't matter if he was late for practice.

Jiang Li originally wanted to just go to time billiards, but thinking that Sheng Qianling didn't like the smell of alcohol, he ran to take a bath and changed into clean and refreshing clothes.

Sleepy in the early summer, full of wine and food, some drowsiness came from Jiangli, after thinking about it, he decided to take another nap.

It may be that Xiaozhijiang wine has a high alcohol content, and Jiang Li slept for a long time.

By the time I woke up, the sun had set into the clouds.

He woke up in the evening with a long and clear daze in his heart.

For a moment, he didn't know where he was or when he was.

If it weren't for Jiang Haijun's thunderous snoring through the door, he would have even forgotten who he was.

Jiang Li took out the badly broken cell phone, opened WeChat and saw that it was empty.

No one has messaged him.

That daze became even worse.

He got up from the bed, tidied himself up a bit, and went to Time Billiards.

During meal time, the billiard room was empty of customers.Sheng Qianling was not there, nor were Pan Deng and Uncle Hong.

Jiang Li guessed that they were going to have dinner, so he opened a billiards table and went to practice in the corner.

However, after practicing all night, Sheng Qianling was not seen.

Penden never came back either.

Jiang Li wondered if they had gone to the Dragon Boat Festival together, in the house that Pan Deng bought newly.

Sheng Qianling mentioned it once, and the location is quite far away. It's called—oh, it's called Wuhan Tiandi. I heard Mr. Pan mentioned it once, and it's more than ten kilometers away from Wusheng Road.

Jiang Li was just thinking wildly about practicing the ball until almost midnight, but he didn't wait for Sheng Qianling.

He took out his mobile phone to send a message to Sheng Qianling, edited many, many words, felt that it was inappropriate, and deleted each word one by one, and reluctantly put away the phone.

Come early tomorrow.

he thinks.

The next day, at exactly nine o'clock in Jiangli, it was Time Billiards.

Sheng Qianling has the key and will always come here at this point.But Jiang Li didn't wait until Sheng Qianling, so bored, he went to the chair outside the video game city and sat for a long time before the cashier on the morning shift came to open the door.

He turned on the practice table again and waited eagerly there, he was so absent-minded in practicing the ball, and dropped many of the left-handed spin balls that he had been able to master for a long time.

Just keep waiting, keep waiting.

In the afternoon, Jiang Li saw Pan Deng enter the store chewing betel nuts.

But there was no one behind him, and there was no sign of Sheng Qianling.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Jiang Li's heart. As soon as he let go of the club, he ran to Pan Deng's side, lowered his head and asked, "Mr. Pan, where is Sheng Qianling?"

Pan Deng seemed quite surprised. He slowed down the speed of chewing betel nuts on his cheeks, and said curiously: "Qianling returned to Beijing yesterday, didn't he tell you?"

Jiang Li: "..."

The author says:

"I'm standing on your left, but it's like the Milky Way is across." From Mayday's song "You Are Not Really Happy".