Qianli Jiangling

When Jiang Li got home, he charged his phone first, and then went to take a hot bath.

The water from the shower head splashed and fell from the top of the hair in the river, along the white neck, and slid onto the body and legs.

What happened today, frame by frame, appeared in his mind like a movie.

Sheng Qianling really changed a lot.

Six years ago, he was cold and elegant, reserved and reserved when dealing with his feelings.

In Jiang Li's impression, Sheng Qianling has never said such explicit words of love as "I like you" or "Love you". At most, he would only send a WeChat message saying "I miss you so much" when we were separated for a few months.

Now that they meet again, he has become straightforward and fragile, as if he has lingering fear after suffering a severe trauma.

He was born in such a good family and had a smooth journey. What kind of trauma can he experience?

It was nothing more than being abandoned by a bastard six years ago, and he was not reconciled.

Jiang Li wiped the water off his face, turned off the shower head, and pulled the towel beside him to dry off the water on his body.

He put on his underwear and white cotton short-sleeved pajamas, and walked to the room with a damp body.

Looking up at the room, he keenly felt that the room was different. His eyes stayed on the corner of the ceiling for two seconds before he remembered that the Potts Pole he had hung here for six years had been put away.

Jiang Li opened the cabinet, took out the cue that he bought at a high price, and gently stroked the shaft.

He wanted to hang the cue on the hanger, but he was afraid that Sheng Qianling would come over tomorrow, so he touched it for a while and then put it back.

In the closet, a large black short sleeve with a white pattern on the chest was lying quietly in the pile of clothes.

Jiang Li reached out and took out the clothes, held the clothes in front of his face, greedily took a few breaths of the breath that had long since disappeared from the clothes, and recalled the feeling of being held in Sheng Qianling's arms tonight.

His embrace was wide and warm, exuding the pleasant fragrance of lemon-scented laundry detergent.

It is a place where people will be nostalgic and fascinated as long as they touch it once.

Jiang Li stood still for a while, took off his pajamas, put on the black short sleeves, wrapped his arms around him, and fell asleep wrapped in a quilt.

The next day, Jiang Li woke up very early.

He has not been snoozing since he was a boy, and he is used to getting up early after leaving Wuhan.

The spring sun slantly shone on the quiet buildings, and the flowers and plants in front of the neighbors’ houses held the morning dew and stretched their waists, welcoming the arrival of a new day with great energy.

Only the front of Jiangli's house is bare, except for a complete cement rice field and electric car shed, there is nothing else.

Jiang Li cleaned the rice field first, and then cleaned up the upstairs and downstairs of the house.

There are many rooms in the two-story building, but several of them are vacant.Only his room on the first floor had beds, tables and chairs, and the other three rooms were either empty or piled with sundries.

Jiang Haijun's room is on the second floor, but because he has lived in Sanatorium Liao for a long time, this room has not been used for nearly two years.

Jiang Li wiped the furniture he could see with a rag.

Running upstairs and downstairs was out of breath, but he didn't feel tired. In the past few years, he was used to this kind of life, and he was addicted to this kind of busyness.

From the street outside the door came the sound of frolicking, car horns, and conversations from far and near.

It's busy, it's time for work and school.

Jiang Li washed his hands, went back to his room and changed his clothes.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he wanted to ride an electric scooter to the nursing home to see Jiang Haijun, when he saw a familiar figure walking towards his door.

Sheng Qianling seemed to be stepping on a spot, and appeared as soon as Jiang Li showed up. His steps were slow and unhurried, and he walked here with a few big bags of breakfast.

After walking a few steps and looking up, facing Jiang Li head-on, Sheng Qianling took a look at Jiang Li's attire, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He was wearing a citrus-colored loose-sleeved shirt with wide cuffs, rolled up and folded over the forearms.Wear a pure white round neck T-shirt inside, and the T-shirt should be longer than the shirt.He was wearing a pair of black half-cut sweatpants, and the waist cord of the sweatpants was hidden in the hem of the T-shirt, occasionally revealing sporadic corners.

His calf below the knee was bare, revealing fair and well-proportioned skin and muscles.

At the ankles are a pair of white mid-length socks with English letters printed on them, extending from the clean basketball shoes.

It's a stunning outfit.

Full of juvenile feeling, handsome and handsome, even more dazzling than before.

Sheng Qianling took a closer look, but saw that there was no expression on the inside of the river, the smile that always hung on his face was gone from the corners of his eyes and brows, the peach blossom eyes were still there, but no peach blossoms bloomed again.

Jiang Li stopped at the door, waited for Sheng Qianling to approach, and asked nonsense: "Why are you here?"

Sheng Qianling replied nonsense: "Come to find you."

Seeing that Jiang Li was about to push the electric car, Sheng Qianling said, "Let's have breakfast before going out."

The tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation.

Jiang Li couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to go back to the door, open the two doors to the maximum, took out two wooden chairs leaning against the wall, and placed them at the square table in the middle.

The square table was covered with a white plastic table mat with a translucent pattern, and it was spotless.

Sheng Qianling put the breakfast on the dining table.

Two bowls of mixed hot dry noodles with brine, two cups of soy milk, one deep-fried dough stick, one fried bun and one three-fresh bean curd.

He gathered all the transparent plastic bags, wrapped them in a bag, and put them aside, ready to deal with them together at the end.

Jiang Li silently glanced at the breakfast pattern on the table, took a pair of chopsticks, scooped up a bowl of hot dry noodles, mixed it casually, and started eating.

Before Sheng Qianling could stop it, Jiang Li had already taken a big mouthful, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it whole.

After eating and taking a sip of soy milk, I saw Sheng Qianling standing still from the corner of the eye, and asked curiously, "Why don't you eat it?"

Sheng Qianling withdrew his surprised gaze, took the remaining bowl of hot dry noodles, mixed it a few times, and slowly began to feed it into his mouth.

Jiang Li ate noodles very quickly, gobbling them like he was in a hurry.

After finishing a bowl of hot dry noodles, he couldn't eat anything else, so he wiped his mouth with two pieces of paper towels and said, "I'm full, eat slowly."

Sheng Qianling also quickly put down his chopsticks, and called Jiang Li before he was about to get up: "Jiang Li, let's have a chat."

Jiang Li stiffened his back, raised his eyes to look over, and asked calmly, "What are you talking about?"

Sheng Qianling thought about these words for a long time, and when he uttered them, he seemed extremely smooth.

He opened his mouth slowly: "My apprentice doesn't recognize me as a master, and my boyfriend simply wants to break up with me. Back then, I didn't even have a chance to talk. Now that I see you, I have to ask for an explanation."

His voice is very soft, with the clearness and magnetism unique to men in their twenties, retaining a little juvenile tone, but more of a steady and mature voice.

When he said these words, he regained his usual calmness and composure.

The fragility of last night seemed to be a flash in the pan.

Jiang Li was dazed, staring at Sheng Qianling's face for a few seconds, his heart agitated like waves rolling in.

He is really not good at dealing with this kind of situation where the old lover is overturning old accounts, and he doesn't know how to answer in order to maintain the current superficial harmony.

"I—" just uttered a syllable, and a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting his voice.

After a while, the frantic car sped away, leaving only dust blown up by a gust of wind.

In this fleeting time, Jiang Li quickly calmed down.

He pursed his straight lips, leaned back on the wooden chair, and said very calmly: "Didn't you say that, I don't like it anymore."

Sheng Qianling reached for the roll paper on the table, tore off two pieces to wipe his hands and mouth like Jiang Li did, stared at Jiang Li with burning eyes, and asked, "Then why didn't you go to Guangdong, but came here?"

Jiang Li opened his mouth and answered, "Jiang Haijun didn't earn any money in Dongguan, and his health wasn't very good, so he went back to his hometown, Jiangling."

Sheng Qianling's emotions fluctuated, and he commented lightly: "It's a lie."

Jiang Li fell into an awkward silence.

In this matter, he was at fault.So no matter how you explain it, it seems pale and weak.

Seeing that Jiang Li didn't explain, Sheng Qianling continued to say in a self-destructive way: "If you don't like me, you want to break up. I understand. Why don't you even recognize your master?"

Jiang Li folded his eyelids, stared at Sheng Qianling awe-inspiringly, and said with some self-mockery: "Why do you recognize that you are already a world champion, and I'm a little ruffian. I'm a bit of a braggart when I say I'm your apprentice."

The conversation couldn't go on, and the room fell into a brief silence.

Jiang Li got up and wanted to go to the door to calm down, but just as he stood up, Sheng Qianling grabbed his wrist.

Sheng Qianling looked up at Jiang Li's eyes, the injury in his pupils was obvious.

He frowned slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lili, you hurt me so much."

Jiang Li was immediately pinned in place and could not move.

Sheng Qianling knows how to poke his weak spot too well, not threatening, not intimidating, but like this, while tearing up the scabbed wound with his bare hands, and putting the bloody past on the table, while being subdued, he has to face up to what he has done The things that remind him of what a jerk he is.

Jiang Li stood for a few seconds, looked down at Sheng Qianling, and said, "Shouldn't you hate me?"

They were broken up after a text message, and since then, they have not seen each other day and night for six years.

As the party that was abandoned and let down, shouldn't it be hatred?

Sheng Qianling's eyes lightened a little, as if thinking of some embarrassing past, even his voice softened: "Hate, why don't you hate."

The corners of Jiang Li's mouth froze, and he couldn't even smirk.

In the next second, Sheng Qianling said again: "How could there be such a cruel person in this world who bound me with a belt and then abandoned me mercilessly."

At this moment, Jiang Li only felt that his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows, and even his breathing stopped.

He didn't dare to move or speak, for fear that the peace that had been whitewashed for so long would be completely turned into ashes if he made a sound.

Sheng Qianling continued: "I have hated you for a long time, and I have also hated snooker for a long time. Is it too much for me to ask you for an explanation?"

Jiang Li moved his lips very slightly, trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

A very deterrent cell phone ringtone broke the dull and depressing atmosphere at this time, Jiang Li was startled, and took out the cell phone with his free left hand.

This is the exclusive ringtone for the nurses in the nursing home. As long as it rings, it must be related to Jiang Haijun.

Jiang Li answered the phone nervously, and sure enough, he heard the nurse on the other end of the phone say nervously: "Xiao Jiang, come here quickly, your father is not in good condition, we are going to the People's Hospital now."

Jiang Li hastily freed his right hand from Sheng Qianling's grasp, with confusion and panic appearing on his face.

He forgot what he said about the heavy topic with Sheng Qianling just now, the ever-changing love and love will disappear automatically in the face of life and death, becoming an insignificant wisp of smoke.

He didn't even have time to think about it, and instinctively said "Brother Ling, go back first" and ran outside.

Sheng Qianling grabbed his hand and said eagerly: "Li Li, don't be afraid, I'll go there with you."

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