Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li raised his bewildered face, his lips were pale, and he was devoid of vitality.

Invaded by the cold virus, he couldn't think calmly and rationally, his mind was like a paste, and he didn't even have the strength to argue.

Jiang Li asked back, "What if I don't break up."

The man in the suit looked relaxed, as if he had a plan in his chest, and he seemed to be sure of winning, he said very relaxedly: "You will agree to break up."

These words touched the Nilin in Jiang Li's body, but the sharpness and rebellion were temporarily restrained: "Are you so sure? Then I don't know, what can you do to me."

The man in the suit avoided the answer to this question and started talking about something else instead.

He was still calm, as if talking about the weather, and said slowly: "Ms. Pan is very dissatisfied with Sheng Qianling's choice to play basketball instead of Tsinghua University. Now because of your existence, Sheng Qianling may be forced to give up Snow. Billiards, if that's the case, why don't you break up?"

Jiang Li was sick and reacted very slowly.

He dazedly received the signal from the man in the suit, and struggled to understand his words, trying to put himself in a state of equal communication.

He knows how important snooker is in Sheng Qianling's heart.

But it never occurred to him that he and snooker could not become the union that Sheng Qianling had, although he couldn't quickly realize where the contradiction between the two was.

Jiang Li lowered his slightly red eyes and remained silent in a dazed manner.

He felt very uncomfortable and didn't want to continue this conversation.

Fortunately, the man in the suit didn't intend to entangle too much. After saying these few words, he stood up calmly, raised his fingers to fasten the buttons of his suit on his chest, and said, "Think about it carefully."

Jiang Li raised an overly pale face, and subconsciously retorted: "If you don't think about it, it's impossible to break up."

The man in the suit smiled for a moment, and replied: "It's okay, we will meet again soon."

Jiang Li only felt that the man in the suit's smile was a bit creepy, like the pride and ridicule of the big villain in the TV series before he got involved.

But the dizziness in his mind made him shaky, and he could no longer think calmly.

He just wants to sleep now, no matter what, just sleep.

Maybe when I wake up, I can find that this conversation is just a dream.

After the man in the suit left, Jiang Li braced himself and went back to Teacher Mei's office next door.

His eyes were filled with the dampness from his illness, and his whole body was sluggish and weak, his whole body seemed to be covered with cold frost and snow.

Mei Chaofeng was very worried, so she didn't ask more about the man in the suit, and took the initiative to give Jiang Li a holiday, and even asked Jiang Li's tablemate Chen Shushu to take Jiang Li to the hospital.

Jiang Li refused to go to the hospital, so he just bought a few cold medicines at a pharmacy outside No. 29 Middle School, and then went home.

He didn't even read the instruction manual, so he took three of them apart, swallowed them whole with half a glass of water, got into the quilt with cold hands and feet, and forced himself to close his eyes.

If you close your eyes, this world does not exist.

He deluded himself into thinking this way, and actually fell asleep in this kind of self-suggestion and hypnosis, mixed with physical discomfort.

Jiang Li fell asleep for a long time, until after eight o'clock in the evening when Zhong Jiang Haijun came home from get off work, he was unconscious.

Those medicines have the effect of hypnosis and tranquilization. Jiang Li took so much in one go that even the hunger couldn't wake him up.

It wasn't until the next morning, when he woke up in a daze of consciousness, and glanced at the cloudy sky from the window, that he realized that a long time had passed.

Turning on the phone to check the time, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Li lifted the quilt and sat up, feeling that the symptoms of the cold had subsided a lot, except for the stuffy and runny nose, the dizziness had disappeared.

He habitually opened WeChat and clicked on the dialog box between Zhiding and Sheng Qianling.

The last sentence in the dialog box was sent by Sheng Qianling after he left Wuhan and returned to Beijing the day before yesterday.

L: "I'm here, I have to hand over my phone at night, and I may lose contact again."

L: "Lili, I miss you so much."

Jiang Li took a look, then subconsciously stroked the two lines of cold but warm words with his fingers.

The words of the man in the suit were not dreams, and every sentence floated in Jiang Li Mingqing's mind at this moment.

"Ms. Pan is very dissatisfied with Sheng Qianling's choice to play basketball instead of Tsinghua University."

"Now because of your existence, Sheng Qianling may be forced to give up snooker."

Jiang Li was at a loss and at a loss, not knowing how he should face such a situation.

He didn't doubt how Sheng Qianling's mother found out that they were together, and he wasn't surprised that the man in the suit was able to find him at school without any mistakes.

He was just upset and didn't know whether to tell Sheng Qianling about it.

If not, how would he face it alone.

What if Sheng Qianling really lost his chance to play professionally because of self-defeating?

He was too young and inexperienced to know what these things might entail.

But he has no one to discuss with, not even a single person who can give him advice.

Jiang Li let out a heavy breath, forced himself to interrupt his thoughts, got up and went to change clothes and wash.

Although it was past school time, he had nowhere to go. After breakfast, Jiang Li hesitated for a while before deciding to go to school.

Before he could finish walking the short Jixian Alley, Jiang Li's cell phone rang in his pocket.

Annoyed, he took out his cell phone to look, and found that it was Aunt Zhao, the owner of Baima Market's proud men's clothing.

He has been working with Aunt Zhao for nearly three months, and Aunt Zhao has never treated him badly, and her wages are paid very punctually. Sometimes it is less than an hour, and she also pays him an hour.

Back and forth, Jiang Li had already saved thousands of yuan, not sure if it would be enough for one year's tuition for a college in Beijing.

Jiang Li was walking in the green belt beside the road, and swiped the green button to answer the call.

Aunt Zhao's startled voice quickly came from the receiver: "Jiang Li, are you free? Something happened to your father, hurry up and come to Minzu Road."

Jiang Li was startled, hung up the phone and ran towards the Baima market.

He crossed Wusheng Road, turned into South Liji Road, and ran along Hanzheng Street until he was out of breath, bumping into several passers-by before finally arriving at Minzu Road.

He didn't even have to call Aunt Zhao to ask what happened.

Right now, the Minzu Road has been jammed to the brim, and some grumpy drivers are honking their horns frantically, swearing with their windows open.The "carrying poles" carrying goods passed by, and the crowd of spectators gathered towards the incident in the middle like a tide.

Passers-by smacked their lips in amazement, and pointed as if there was no one else present.

They were elated, as if they had seen a rare adventure.

The sky was getting darker, and a flock of sparrows flew past in the early winter mist, leaving behind an annoying chirp.

Jiang Li pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, and saw Jiang Haijun who was in a mess.

Jiang Haijun supported his shoulder pole, stood in the mess, kept bending over to apologize, his posture was so humble that he wanted to kneel down.

But the young man in front of him was not angry at all. Instead, he sat on the hood of the car and said with a smile on his face, "Uncle, as I said, an apology can't solve the problem. Let's wait for the traffic police to come and we'll fix the damage." , and then discuss the matter of compensation, okay."

Jiang Li rushed over and asked nervously, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

When Jiang Haijun saw Jiang Li approaching, he was taken aback for a moment, then straightened his face and said, "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Li yelled at his father anxiously: "Are you injured? Have you been hit by a car?"

Before Jiang Haijun could answer, the young car owner sitting on the hood of the car spoke.

He said: "No, no, I didn't bump into your dad, it was your dad who bumped into me."

Seeing Jiang Li's puzzled eyes, the car owner smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to pat the headlight of his right car.The lampshade had been broken into several pieces, and the spotlights inside had several obvious cuts.

The car is a young man in his 20s. He looks like a dude, but he doesn't speak harshly or arrogantly.

He even explained politely: "This is McLaren, the lights are quite expensive, let's wait for the traffic police later."

Jiang Li first heard that Jiang Haijun was not injured, so he was slightly relieved.

But he glanced at the right headlight of the sports car, and a strong ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He knew nothing about luxury cars, but he felt keenly that he had never seen such a car in Wuhan.In particular, the license plate of that car still started with "Beijing A", not the "E A" that can be seen everywhere in Wuhan.

A vague and confusing thought came to Jiang Li's mind.

Just a flash of inspiration made him tremble all over.

The traffic police came quickly.

The traffic was so jammed that even police cars couldn't get in. The traffic police came here on motorcycles.

As soon as the police arrived, the crowd dispersed automatically.

But more melon-eating people who like to watch the excitement are still standing there waiting to see the follow-up.

A traffic policeman with a serious face stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

The young man sitting on the hood of the McLaren jumped down, saluted the traffic policeman, and said in a standard Beijing accent: "Hello, Comrade Policeman, this is the case. This uncle is picking up these steel thorns. When I hit my headlight, it was not my responsibility, so I won’t report to my insurance, please come and deal with it first.”

The traffic policeman took a few steps forward, took a closer look at the right light of the car, then walked up to the hunched Jiang Haijun, and looked at the two steel thorns he picked.

Clothing wholesale is the main business in the vicinity of Baima Market, and the concentrated sales of steel products are not in this area.

In particular, the dangerous steel thorns that Jiang Haijun chose were not allowed to appear in crowded downtown areas at all, so the traffic police couldn't help asking a few more questions.

Jiang Haijun knew that the car was not cheap, but he still tried his best to calmly say: "I am the "carrying pole" here. A boss called to ask for the goods, and he gave a high price. He said it was urgent and asked me to pick them from Yanjiang Avenue. Go to Liudu Bridge.I was walking in an alley, but I didn't expect to run into this car. "

Jiang Li stood aside with his fists clenched, listening to the conversation with his heart tightening.

The panic and tension in his heart from unknown sources swept even worse at this time, but it just made him confused.He already had a premonition that a surging tsunami was approaching him, but there was no way out.

The traffic police quickly figured out the cause of the accident.

The leader said: "We will go to the office to deal with it. You can't block the road here and affect the traffic order."

The owner of the sports car grinned and said, "Okay, thank you comrade police."

Jiang Haijun next to him was haggard, his eyes were cloudy, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as a ditch washed by a heavy rain.

He picked the two steel spikes to a place where goods were piled up on one side, and the shoulder pole was also leaning there, and he bowed his back and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

With the dredging of the traffic police, Minzu Road quickly resumed smooth flow.

Jiang Li followed a group of people to the Yanhe Police Station and waited quietly for their release.

Before entering the police station, he inadvertently glanced at the sky.

Thick clouds covered the sky, and there was not even a shred of sunlight.A few bare trees stood alone in front of the door, their dry branches piercing the sky.

At the police station, the traffic policeman asked the owner of the sports car: "You have a Beijing A license plate, why did you come to Wuhan?"

The owner of the car still had a smile on his face, and replied calmly: "I'm free, so I'm going out for a few laps. I heard that Hanzheng Street in Wuhan is very famous, so I want to come and see it."

The traffic police were a little suspicious of his motives, and asked, "Are you driving a 1000-[-]-yuan car to wander around the alleys of the Small Commodity Market?"

The owner of the car was stunned for a moment, and changed the subject calmly: "Yo, I met a friend. This car is indeed tens of millions, so this uncle smashed my light, so I can't do it privately. I still have to call the police comrades." Make up your mind, my lamp costs over half a million yuan, and it can only be imported in original packaging.”

When Jiang Li heard the words "[-]", he was even more frightened.

He stared at the owner of the sports car in shock, and suddenly felt that the world was becoming illusory.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the result of the tripartite negotiation.

That is to say, the car owner does not pursue Jiang Haijun's other responsibilities, and only needs Jiang Haijun to transfer the compensation of 40 yuan to the designated account.

His request was reasonable, and the police could not fight for Jiang Haijun any more.

Jiang Haijun has been very quiet, neither hysterical nor emotionally broken.He just stood there silently, with deep tiredness written on his face, and an insightful calmness.

After the matter was settled, Jiang Li and Jiang Haijun walked out together.

Jiang Haijun let out a long sigh, and suddenly reached out to stroke his son's hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go back to class, I'll get the pole."

Jiang Li was upset, angry, nervous, heart beating, unwilling, regretful, helpless and many other emotions intertwined, like an impenetrable net, wrapped him tightly.

It was like a mouthful of fishy-smelling blood stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, making his heart so heavy that his eyes were sour.

This sudden heavy burden was overwhelming with an irreversible trend, so he had to bear it.

40 million.

This is definitely not a small sum for him and Jiang Haijun.

He knew what that meant.

But he couldn't say a word, so he had to watch Jiang Haijun go away in a very hopeless manner.

The sky suddenly began to roar.

During the day, a few bolts of lightning were drawn out of thin air, and then the ready-to-go thunder fell from the sky, rolling in, and the shock was deafening.

Jiang Li looked up blankly and blankly, and saw dark clouds gathering in groups, swimming in the leaden sky.

But after a while, the cumulonimbus cloud turned into a heavy rain in early winter, and it fell with a crackling sound, wet his eyes and wet his whole clothes.

Let him look like a stray dog ​​abandoned by his master.

A man in an iron gray three-piece suit walked by.

Holding a black umbrella, the man stood beside the river, watching the rain in Wuhan for a few seconds with leisure and elegance, then turned his head slightly, and said a word in a calm tone.

"If we don't break up, it won't be as simple as losing money next time."

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