Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li was stiff all over, and braved the heavy rain to walk from Yanhe Police Station to Jixian Alley.

The rain was pouring heavily, and it poured on Jiang Li's face and body without hesitation, and poured it all over his head, which made him feel a kind of stimulation derived from the pain.

He never knew that it would rain so much in late autumn.

In his memory, only the summer in Wuhan can be so heroic, the sky can change rapidly in a short period of time, and the sun can hang high in one second, and it can rain heavily in the next second.

And the autumn in his impression is mostly lonely and warm. When it rains, it will always be like a little girl playing the pipa, weeping like complaining, pattering.

At least he has lived in Wuhan for so many years, and he has never encountered such bad weather when winter is about to enter.

Some passers-by without umbrellas stood under the eaves of nearby buildings to shelter from the rain. Seeing Jiang Li walking slowly in the wind and rain, they were interested in finding something to talk about.

"Hey, look at that man, he doesn't even know how to hide from the rain, he looks like a drowned rat."

"A drowned chicken? Ha, a drowned dog, right?"

Jiang Li heard these discussions in a daze, and felt that it was his hallucination.

Are you a drowned chicken and a drowning dog?

That was really him.

When walking back to Jixian Alley, the whole body of the river was drenched, as if he had just been picked up from the water, with water dripping from his face and body.

Aunt Liu, who lived on the first floor, was spreading hot dry noodles in the store. When she saw Jiang Li walking over, she opened her eyes wide in shock and shouted at him, "Xiao Li, what's wrong? How did it become like this, ouch, You go upstairs to take a shower, or you will get sick easily, go and go!"

Jiang Li is very grateful that someone can give him the command "go take a bath" at this time.

Otherwise, he would be really at a loss and be at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Walking into the next step, the rain finally stopped pouring onto his head and eyes, but the dry concrete floor was still wet with water all over his body.

He climbed up step by step, came to his door wetly, and opened the door mechanically.

Jiang Haijun bought him a new cloth wardrobe in the corner of the living room. He went over and pulled off a school uniform with long sleeves and a pair of underwear, and went straight to the bathroom.

The weather turned cold and the hot water came slowly.

Jiang Li stood under the dilapidated shower head for a long time, but no hot water came out.He simply rinsed it with cold water, took the towel next to him, dried himself carelessly, and put on long sleeves and underwear.

The rain outside the window is gradually decreasing, but the sky is still covered by dark clouds.

Jiang Li stood in the bathroom and looked outside, then looked back at the irregular mirror at the corner of the wall.

There was a pale and frail face in the mirror.

The skin was so white that it was almost transparent, as if it would shatter and melt like snowflakes when touched.A pair of peach blossom eyes were red, the pupils lost their light, and the eyeballs were covered with red bloodshot eyes.

Probably it was raining too hard and ran into the eyes.

Jiang Li thought.

He came out of the bathroom and found himself a pair of blue school uniform pants to put on.

It was only after I put it on that I remembered that Sheng Qianling really liked to see him wearing these pants.Because the fabric is soft, when the buttocks are poked up, it will be very comfortable to touch.

Jiang Li deliberately didn't think about Sheng Qianling, but everything in this room reminded him.

What did Sheng Qianling say when he was wearing these pants a few days ago?

Oh.

"So Lili wanted to be fucked by me here."

Jiang Li's ashen mood finally had some ups and downs.

With his wet hair on his head, he sat down beside the bed silently.From the corner of the pillow on the bed, the golden skirt of a pendant was exposed.

He reached out and took out the Barbie doll pendant, wrapped it completely in his palm, and stroked it carefully.

It was like stroking Sheng Qianling.

The last words of the man in the suit echoed in Jiang Li's ears.

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

If she refuses to break up with Sheng Qianling, what will be the next time?

The disclosure of his sexuality has turned his life upside down by others, or will Jiang Haijun have another "accident" so that he can't save himself even if he loses money?

If he refused to break up with Sheng Qianling, what would Sheng Qianling face?

Ground him in Beijing and never see him again?Or will he be unable to play professional snooker from now on, and be unhappy for the rest of his life?

Jiang Li couldn't figure out why this world was a rich man's game.

Poor people like him can only be forced to become ants at the mercy of others.

He suddenly thought of the day when he first saw Sheng Qianling, it was a short and sunny March in Wuhan.Sheng Qianling was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and walked towards him gracefully. He was clearly an orchid and a jade tree, but he said that he was "pretending to be struck by lightning".

Now it seems that he was the one who was "struck by lightning".

Jiang Lihun was thinking vaguely when he heard the phone ring.

The phone didn't turn off automatically when it got wet.Jiang Li took out his iPhone 5s, wiped the water stains on his phone with his clean long-sleeved clothes, and watched Chen Shushu's name jumping on the screen.

Jiang Li didn't want to answer the call, so he let it keep ringing.

After a long while, Chen Shushu stopped calling and sent bombing messages via WeChat instead.

Chen Shushu: "Brother Li, are you feeling better today? Why haven't you come to school yet?"

Chen Shushu: "Ah, can you tell me about the ambiguous period between you and Sheng Qianling? I remember you said that you wanted to fuck him for a day and night to make him angry. Now Xu Xiaolian sent me a very nice message." Ambiguous news, I can't copy your sentence, how should I reply?"

Chen Shushu: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh how do you talk about love!!"

Distraught, Jiang Li wiped off the water on his phone and threw it on the bed.

The bed was very hard, and the phone made a slight "boom" when it fell on it. Jiang Li hurriedly picked it up again, put it in his hand and rubbed it slowly.

He never replied to Chen Shushu, just sat quietly in the old house alone, staring at the cloudy sky outside the window in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from the door.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open, and Jiang Haijun walked in carrying a shoulder pole.

Jiang Haijun wasn't drenched in the rain, he didn't come back until the rain stopped.It's just that there are a few circles of deep and shallow mud stains on the safety shoes that have been worn for several years, leaving a footprint after every step.

The father and son looked at each other in the dark living room.

Jiang Haijun's face was calm, and he didn't show how uncomfortable and painful he was.

His bronzed complexion had been blown away by the wind, his eyes were covered by deep eyelids, and he was not very lively, just like this cloudy day after the rain.

He hooked the hooks at both ends of the pole together, then leaned the pole against the wall, and changed a pair of shoes at the door.

Then he walked a few steps towards the river and asked, "Have you recovered from your cold?"

Jiang Li's throat was so dry that he could hardly speak, he stared hard at his father's face, and finally said dryly: "Okay."

Jiang Haijun nodded and asked again, "Have you had lunch?"

Calm as if the accident in the morning did not exist.

Jiang Li shook his head: "No."

Jiang Haijun walked to the cabinet in the living room, took out two packs of instant noodles from the bottom drawer, and said, "Then eat instant noodles."

"it is good."

Jiang Haijun went to the kitchen to boil water, and Jiang Li's eyes fell on the empty kitchen door.

He was more concerned about Jiang Haijun's state than whether he wanted to break up with Sheng Qianling.

Over the years, he had never seen Jiang Haijun's calmness beyond ordinary people.In the past, no matter what happened, he loved to swear, and all kinds of procreative words came out of his mouth.

The harsher the scolding, the happier Jiang Li was.

Because he knew that only when Jiang Haijun felt relieved would the real rain pass.

Instant noodles are packaged in bags, because they are cheaper than buckets.

Jiang Haijun put two bags of noodles into two large bowls, soaked them completely in boiling water, and then added seasonings one by one.

He was always very quiet, his eyes fell on the twisted noodles, his side face was deep and gloomy.

A few minutes later, Jiang Haijun came out of the kitchen with two bowls of instant noodles.

He put the bowl on the small dining table in the living room. The table was covered with thick oil stains, but he didn't care.

Jiang Li walked from the bed to the small table, grabbed a small bench and sat down, lowered his head to pick up instant noodles with chopsticks.

Jiang Haijun stretched out his hand to open a small drawer next to it, took out a small branch of Xiaozhijiang baijiu that had been stored for a long time, and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Jiang Li nodded without thinking, and said, "Drink."

So Jiang Haijun took another one for him.

The father and son held two small disposable cups and began to drink with a bowl of instant noodles.

Jiang Li took a sip of the wine first, and wondered if the wine had been left for too long and lost its spiciness, leaving only a throat-swelling bitterness.

He looked up at Jiang Haijun, saw that Jiang Haijun took a sip as if nothing had happened, didn't say much, and lowered his head to eat instant noodles.

I don't know how long Jiang Haijun left the instant noodles, but the soaked noodles were full of astringent and sour taste.Sour in the river, I wanted to ask my father if he put the whole package of vinegar, but his eyes fell on the trash can in the kitchen not far away.

The bag of instant noodles floated quietly on the upper layer of the trash can.

It says "Master Kong Pepper Beef Noodles".

In the full of bitterness and acidity, Jiang Li was almost choked to tears.He didn't like these two tastes, but he couldn't refuse right now, so he put down his chopsticks, looked up at Jiang Haijun, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Dad, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Haijun's hand paused, and quickly took another mouthful of noodles.

He slurped the noodles loudly, hula hula, and chewed a few times before swallowing.

"Sell the house," Jiang Haijun said.

It was dark, but the lights in the living room were not turned on.

Sitting in the dark room, the father and son did not insult each other for the first time, but spoke calmly.

Jiang Li's heart was shaken when he heard this, and he looked away guiltily, and when his eyes were wet, he quickly raised his eyes to meet Jiang Haijun's gaze.

In this short moment, many thoughts flashed through Jiang Li's mind.

Does Jiang Haijun know the cause of today's accident?Did you know it was related to him, or did you admit that those steel thorns crashed into someone else's luxury car?

Will he confess to his father?

After confessing, break up with Sheng Qianling?Then what to do?

The house is sold, where will they live?

Was it the same as when I came to Wuhan back then, huddled in that narrow and damp basement for a while?

The bitterness of the liquor and the sourness of the instant noodles intertwined and swept across the sky, making Jiang Li unable to think calmly.

He reached for the chopsticks with trembling fingers, stirred in the peppery noodle soup, and moved his lips slowly.

However, Jiang Haijun spoke before him.

His voice is thick and long, as quiet as the wind after the rain, and the ripples on the water surface are more like thorns piercing dark clouds and needles piercing time.

"I told you a long time ago that being gay will not end well."

The author says:

Father Jiang is actually a very good person.