Qianli Jiangling

Time slows down.

Like a clogged hourglass, it takes a long time for a grain of sand to fall.

The chemistry teacher was talking about chemical reactions on the podium, Jiang Li was very confused and stared at the teacher.

There was a chill behind the teacher, and he always felt that the student who had slept for two years was going to rush up and hit him in the next second, so he looked away, turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

During the class break, Jiang Li leaned on the chair in a loose posture, playing with his mobile phone with a blank expression.

He got off the railway platform 12306, and searched for high-speed train fares from Wuhan to Beijing if he had nothing to do.

The cheapest second-class seat is more than 500 yuan. I don’t know if the student ticket can be half priced.

The high-speed rail station is in Qingshan District, which is far away from Qiaokou. I heard that Line 4 can be reached, but I don’t know where to transfer to Line 4.

Even if I found it, I took the high-speed train to Beijing, where should I go after getting off the train.

Ugh.

melancholy.

A classmate at the front desk turned around and chatted with Chen Shushu: "Hey, Chen Shushu, do you remember Li Mingyuan who was a class above us?"

Chen Shu likes to play basketball. When he didn't graduate in the last year of senior high school, he played a few games with Li Mingyuan and the others.

Chen Shushu nodded while playing the game: "Remember, how?"

The front desk looked regretful: "I heard that he went to the military."

Wuzhi is a junior college in Wuhan, its full name is Wuhan Vocational and Technical College.

Chen Shushu asked curiously: "Didn't he get into the second university? I remember it was Wuhan Institute of Engineering Science and Technology in Jiangxia District? Why did he go to the military profession again?"

The front desk said: "It seems that the tuition fee for the second course is too expensive. It costs [-] to [-] yuan a year, and the junior college only costs a few thousand yuan a year, and you only need to study for three years."

When Jiang Li heard the sensitive words "college" and "tuition fee", the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and he joined the conversation: "Is the tuition fee of only a few thousand yuan in Wuhan, or is it the same in the whole country?"

The front desk was stunned for a moment, and said: "It seems to be different, such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, it must be more expensive."

After the boy at the front desk finished speaking, he inexplicably felt that Jiang Li's expression darkened, as if he had become unhappy because of his words, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion.

Jiang Li didn't say much, put away his phone, and went to sleep on his stomach.

After the autumnal equinox, the weather finally cools down a bit.

On Saturday morning, Jiang Li woke up very early. After washing up like a gust of wind and clouds, Jiang Li put on his clothes and ran to the door. Then he suddenly remembered that no one would bring him breakfast at nine o'clock.

He stood by the door for a long time, recalling in his mind the extra breakfast that Sheng Qianling brought him every time, he couldn't help lowering his eyes and laughing out loud.

Sheng Qianling would always slowly open a portion and push it in front of him.

These breakfasts have always been rich and varied, hot dry noodles, bean curd noodles, soup dumplings, soy milk and mung bean soup, white fungus soup, avoiding the sour and bitter taste, and occasionally a bowl of sweet eggnog.

Just take a sip, the lips and teeth are fragrant.

Today is the No.20 day when Sheng Qianling lost contact due to training camp.

It's okay, it's only 21 days.

Jiang Li sighed helplessly, opened the door and went down the stairs, went to Aunt Liu's house to eat a bowl of hot dry noodles, and added a bowl of eggnog after hesitating for a long time.

After eating, Jiang Li didn't want to go to practice.

Recently, his condition is not good. He couldn’t practice the super strong low shot taught by his master at the end, which made him suffer a lot, so he decided to escape for a while.

After leaving Jixian Alley, standing on the street with people coming and going, Jiang Li thought for a few seconds where he was going.

By the time he realized it, he had passed through the crowd and strode towards the White Horse Market on Hanzheng Street.

On the third floor, Sister Zhao, the owner of the proud men's clothing, is leaning on the cash register, eating melon seeds and chasing dramas.

The woman in the play shouted heartbreakingly: "The concubine can't do it!" She looked sad, and forgot to eat the melon seeds after breaking them open.

In the next second, I caught a glimpse of a figure coming in from the corner of my eye. I thought it was the boss who bought the goods, so I quickly turned off the tablet and looked over.

"Hey," Sister Zhao saw Jiang Li, her eyes sparkled, "You're not that..."

I can't remember the name for a long time.

I just remember this little handsome guy with an impressive handsome face.

Jiang Li took a few steps forward, standing in front of a pile of packaged goods waiting to be picked up by the "carrying pole", and said, "Aunt Zhao, I am Jiang Haijun's son Jiang Li. The model you said you wanted to take a photo with is still available now."

The competition in Hanzheng Street has become more and more fierce in recent years, especially after some shops moved to Hankou North, half of the purchase business was divided.

Boss Zhao has long wanted to break the traditional purchase model and engage in a wave of online publicity.

However, online publicity has high requirements for models, and both body shape, temperament and appearance are indispensable.The price of a professional model is too expensive, and the loss outweighs the gain, and the unprofessional model can't find a perfect shape, so it has been procrastinating.

At this time, a female boss who bought bulk goods came into the store, glanced at Jiang Li, and said, "Hey, sister Zhao, this is your son, is he so handsome?"

Boss Zhao replied happily: "How can I have such a good life and such a good-looking son. This is the model in my shop."

The female boss saw that Jiang Li looked sweet and handsome, with a slender and straight figure, and she wore a simple black T-shirt very nicely, so she ordered the goods directly and said, "Sister Zhao, just give me the same size as the one on him, which is ten." pieces."

Boss Zhao: "..."

Jiang Li: "..."

When he finally left, Jiang Li and Boss Zhao negotiated the time and salary of the part-time job.

Boss Zhao liked Jiang Li very much, so he offered a high price of 100 yuan an hour, and promised that as long as Jiang Li was willing to take pictures, he could try on and take pictures of dozens or hundreds of men's clothing styles in the store, and the salary was paid daily.

Jiang Li let out a long breath of relief when he came out of the White Horse Market.

He took out his mobile phone, glanced at the landscape portrait of Sheng Qianling on the top of WeChat, clicked on the big picture, stroked it with his fingertips, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

With goals, time finally passes normally.

The hourglass was dredged, and the sun rose and set from the fingers, meeting the night.

At the beginning of November, the short autumn in Wuhan came late, like a shy girl holding a pipa and half covering her face.

The world is gentle, so gentle that it is easy to forgive the heat and length of summer.

It's a pity that in late November, the temperature dropped sharply, and the rare warm autumn sun was like a flash in the pan. After another cold rain, the eagerly awaited early winter kicked off with great momentum.

When school was over that day, it was already dark.

All the street lights on the campus were on, extending all the way to the alley in front of the school.Students in autumn school uniforms came out in single file and rushed to the steaming food store outside the school in groups.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a few students in thin clothes couldn't help stamping their feet, and the next second they chatted excitedly about campus fun with their red faces.

Jiang Li was loosely wrapped in a blue and white school uniform jacket, his schoolbag was slung behind his back, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and he walked lazily.

Chen Shushu next to him kept making noises, mentioning Xu Xiaolian's name hundreds of times back and forth, which made Jiang Li's ears callous.

The weather is a bit cold, and the cool wind pours straight into the neck.

Jiang Li didn't seem to feel it, and while walking, he thought about whether to favor physics or biology when he went back at night.

The grades in both subjects are very good, it is really difficult to choose.In particular, the score in biology has risen very steadily. By the monthly exam last month, it had broken through the 40-point mark.

It can be described as rapid progress.

Chen Shupu talked about it for a long time, from Peng Weiwei and Xu Zhiyu's love and hatred, to Xu Xiaolian's indifference, and to the gossip about which director of the teaching office, he talked vividly, but he didn't mention Jiang Li's feelings.

But Jiang Li didn't listen to a word.

This is how the two of them get along recently, one is eloquent and the other is careless.

When he reached the entrance of No. 29 Middle Alley, Chen Shushu didn't finish his sentence, and suddenly fell silent.

He looked towards the entrance of the beauty hospital outside the school in disbelief, fearing that his eyes might be dazzled, he even blinked several times.

Jiang Li bit his upper lip, blew his hair on his forehead, glanced at his deskmate to the left, and asked coldly, "Bewitched?"

Chen Shushu's eyes fell to the front not far away, and there was faint excitement in his words: "Brother Li Ge Li, do you think that person over there looks like your master?"

Master.

Jiang Li hadn't heard this title for a long time.

He sneered and gave a clear negative answer in his heart.

Sheng Qianling's training camp this time lasted for four months, and there would be a short holiday for a few days before New Year's Day.

There was still no reply to Jiang Li's message yesterday, so how could his master appear in front of him out of thin air.

His eyes swept over lightly.

The vast and blurry night scene flashed before his eyes, and the neon lights on a row of stores across the street flickered tirelessly.

Move a little further to the right.

Jiang Li's body froze suddenly.

Still in the square in front of the beauty hospital, Sheng Qianling stood there straight and loose.

He was wearing a long black trench coat, and he looked tall and slender.The street lamp next to him sprinkled on his head, turning into a circle of faint warm light and shadow.

His expression was very pale, his cheeks were as cold as a bright moon against the light, but his eyes were like a pair of natural ambers, pitch black, like pools of water under the moon.

A U-turning taxi passed him on Liji North Road, the headlights of the car fell two seconds in front of him.

His face was flashed by the light, and he raised his head subconsciously, tilted his head slightly, and met Jiang Li's gaze accurately.

For a second when the four eyes met, the indifference and dignity around him faded away like a tide, and the whole person instantly softened.

"Brother Ling!" Jiang Li was instantly excited, his heart was about to jump out, he quickly uttered a sound, and ran over there.

Accidentally ran into a passing alumnus, Jiang Li hurriedly said "I'm sorry", and continued to run forward, eager and enthusiastic.

This was the third time Sheng Qianling stood at the school gate waiting for him.The first time was to take him to a game, and the second time was to take him to see his teeth.

Today, it seems to be a surprise for him.

But no matter what the reason was, as long as Sheng Qianling stood there, he could easily mobilize Jiang Li's emotions.

Jiang Li ran to Sheng Qianling and stood still in front of Sheng Qianling. He really wanted to reach out and hug his master, his hands were about to move, but he had no choice but to let go, and slightly lifted his chin and said, "Brother Ling, why are you here?"

Sheng Qianling's few smiles were all given to Jiang Li.

He gathered Jiang Li's school uniform jacket that almost fell to his shoulders, and said softly, "Come and see you."

Chen Shushu also followed.

He was also very excited to see Sheng Qianling, and happily called out "Master", and then began to babble: "Ah, Master, you are here, you don't even know that Brother Li has—"

Jiang Li covered his mouth before he finished speaking.

Jiang Li kicked Chen Shushu's calf sideways and gave him a look. Chen Shushu quickly stopped, bid farewell wisely, and then quickly ran away waving his hands.

Jiang Li and Sheng Qianling walked towards Wusheng Road together, Jiang Li asked as he walked, "Brother Ling, have you had dinner yet?"

Sheng Qianling came in a hurry. It took more than three hours by plane and one hour by taxi to arrive at the entrance of No. 29 Middle School. Naturally, he hadn't come to eat yet.

He shook his head and said, "No, what do you want to eat?"

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Jiang Li quickly took Sheng Qianling's hand.

The palms of both of them were cold, holding each other together gave them a little solid warmth.

It's just that Jiang Li didn't hold hands for a long time. There were students from his school and teachers who just got off work. He didn't want to ask for trouble.

Sheng Qianling didn't hear the answer, and continued, "Lili, can we have dinner later?"

Jiang Li didn't react, and asked instead, "Then where are you going?"

Sheng Qianling's eyes sparkled, and his handsome face looked extraordinarily gentle in the night wind.

After a while, he smiled lightly and said, "Let's go to Jingyuan first, okay? I can't help but want to kiss you."

The author says:

Sorry, this is the countdown to the broken mirror.