Qianli Jiangling

Sheng Qianling's few luggage was placed at the front desk of Yunfeng Club.

There is a black handbag and a paper bag with the words "Xiaojiang Men's Clothing" printed on it.

Zhuo Yunfeng enthusiastically persuaded Sheng Qianling to stay for dinner before going to Jiangli's house, but Sheng Qianling refused.

In front of everyone, Sheng Qianling is cold and noble.Be unsmiling, keep a certain distance with people, not too close, but not too rude to be too distant.

Seeing that he couldn't stay, Zhuo Yunfeng had no choice but to carry Sheng Qianling's luggage and take him down to drive.

Jiang Li followed them down, walking quietly behind without saying a word.

Zhuo Yunfeng's car was parked in the open-air parking lot at the entrance of Happy Plaza. He took Sheng Qianling and walked there, looked back at Jiangli, and said, "Xiaojiang, did you come here?"

Jiang Li shook his head, and replied, "I rode an electric bike, so let's go separately."

Sheng Qianling paused, and was about to speak, but saw Jiang Li throwing him a cold look, so he had to shut up.

Jiang Li stepped on the electric bike and rode in the direction of his home.

The sun has completely set, and the moon is rising higher and higher, just above his head, walking with his electric car.

The closer you go to the river, the colder the streets become.

As far as the row of private houses where Jiang Li's family is located, there are almost no people outside at night.

When he got home, he pushed the electric car to the carport, and then stood quietly at the door with his arms folded and waited.

Within 2 minutes, Zhuo Yunfeng's car also arrived.

Sheng Qianling got out of the car and walked in slowly.Zhuo Yunfeng parked the car on the side of the road and followed, enthusiastically helping Sheng Qianling carry things.

Jiang Li looked at them, then walked into the house in silence.

Walking to the door, Sheng Qianling blocked Zhuo Yunfeng and said, "Brother Zhuo, it's getting late, you should go back first, I can do it myself."

Zhuo Yunfeng nodded, called Jiangli to stop, and said earnestly: "Xiaojiang, Qianling is here for the first time, and he is not familiar with the place, so please take care of me."

Jiang Li nodded and said casually, "Don't worry."

After Zhuo Yunfeng left, Jiang Li took Sheng Qianling up to the second floor.

There is a guest room on the second floor, just on top of Jiangli's room.Inside there is a set of cabinets made by rural furniture and a bed made of wooden boards.

Beside the bed was a low table, which was empty but tidy.

Jiang Li opened a cabinet door and said to Sheng Qianling, "Brother Ling, there are hangers here, and clothes can be put inside."

Hearing the title "Brother Ling", Sheng Qianling stood in place and thought about it for a few seconds before answering: "Okay."

Jiang Li took out cotton wool from another cabinet.

He quickly put two sheets of cotton wool on the bed, tested the softness with his hands, then took out a well-folded pink sheet and spread it on it.

The style of the bed sheet is quite old-fashioned. I bought it at a discount in a nearby supermarket two years ago. It has a very festive large peony flower printed on it, and the words "flowers bloom and wealth" are written on it.

Jiang Li didn't care about these at the time, and bought it when it was the cheapest, but it hasn't been used a few times, and it's still as clean as new.

After laying out the sheets, Jiang Li found out another bed of cotton batting that was a little heavier, and prepared to put the quilt cover on it.

It was quite difficult to do it alone, but he didn't ask Sheng Qianling to help.

Sheng Qianling took the initiative to help him hold the two corners, and after he stuffed the cotton wool in, he dusted it off with him.

When the two of them were standing at one end and tugging at the quilt, Sheng Qianling suddenly had a feeling, as if he was living a very ordinary life with a partner who loved each other, but respected each other like a guest.

Jiang Li didn't know that Sheng Qianling's thinking had gone so far. After tidying up the sheets, quilt covers and pillows, he said, "The conditions are not as good as those in a hotel, so you'll make do with it."

"The conditions are pretty good." Sheng Qianling said.

He was telling the truth. Although the room had a concrete floor and no tiled floor, it could be seen that it was very clean and tidy.

The windows were spotless and lit by the lights, reflecting a gentle light.

Jiang Li showed Sheng Qianling around the other rooms of the house.

Most of them were empty, and there was nothing to introduce, so I focused on telling him the location of the toilet and bathroom.

Sheng Qianling listened very seriously, and after Jiang Li's introduction, he suddenly said, "Can I sit in your room for a while?"

With a cold face, Jiang Li said, "Impossible."

After finishing speaking, I would like to add another sentence: "Except for my room, you can freely enter and exit the rest of the places."

Sheng Qianling looked regretful, but he still agreed very gentlemanly.

After running around all day, both of them are very tired.

Jiang Li didn't want to go out for dinner again, so he discussed it with Sheng Qianling and ordered a nearby donburi for takeaway.

Sheng Qianling went back to the room on the second floor to tidy up for a while, and hung the clothes in the closet one by one.

Not long after, Jiang Li asked him to go downstairs for dinner.

It was the same square table that was used for breakfast in the morning, and now it is used for dinner together.

Sheng Qianling slowly unwrapped his mushroom and chicken rice bowl, casually glanced at Jiangli's, and paused for a moment.

But Jiang Li didn't realize it, he just ate his food without saying a word.

Sheng Qianling couldn't hold back after all, and said, "Lili, it's been so long since you've seen each other, your taste has changed."

Jiang Li didn't react, and asked instead, "What?"

Sheng Qianling pointed to the rice bowl in Jiangli, and said, "There are bitter melon and some coriander in the dish."

Jiang Li's expression froze for a second, the panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly explained: "Yes, people always change."

Sheng Qianling continued: "So, not only can I accept bitterness now, but I can also eat coriander and acetic acid."

Jiang Li was a little puzzled, thought about it, and asked, "When did I take acetic acid?"

Sheng Qianling's eyes suddenly deepened, revealing a sharp edge.

His heart sank, and his voice was unconsciously harsh: "Jiang Li, what you ate in the morning was hot dry noodles with old vinegar."

Sheng Qianling went to buy breakfast in the morning, and told the boss not to add vinegar.But the business in the store was good, and there were many people buying noodles. When the boss was reheating the dry noodles, he accidentally put some mature vinegar in one of the bowls.

Sheng Qianling hurriedly stopped and kept the second bowl, but he didn't want to waste the bowl with vinegar, so he decided to keep it for himself.

In order to distinguish, he specially sprinkled some chopped scallions on the bowl of noodles, just because he was afraid that Jiang Li would make a mistake.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Li took the bowl away without saying a word, ate it with his head down, and found nothing unusual at all.

Jiang Li: "..."

He really didn't know, but he couldn't show it.

So, Jiang Li tried his best to hide it: "Huh? No wonder, I said why the bowl of noodles in the morning was so unpalatable, and I just stuffed it down."

Sheng Qianling's eyes became darker and darker, as deep as a cold pool that could not be seen to the bottom.

He withdrew his tenderness and concessions in the past two days, and became cold and serious, with emphasis on each word, which clanged in Jiang Li's ears: "Jiang Li, what's wrong with you? Tell the truth."

Jiang Li frowned guiltily, wanting to quickly skip the topic, and joked, "It's normal for people to change. You haven't seen me for so many years, I'm no longer the Jiang Li you remember."

Sheng Qianling put down his chopsticks, leaned closer to Jiangli with a sense of oppression, fixed his gaze firmly in his eyes, and said, "What does Jiangli look like in my impression?"

Jiang Li didn't want to mention it, so he said vaguely: "Brother Ling, aren't you hungry, eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold, really."

Sheng Qianling was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly discouraged and said with a smile: "That's right, the Jiang Li in my impression likes me and tries his best to fall in love with me. But the current Jiang Li has no feelings for me at all, and he doesn't even recognize his master." .”

Love can be so freely, not to mention the insignificant taste.

People will always change, and they will become completely different from the one in their memory. When they are mentioned, they will be understated, complaining that time is too hasty.

Hearing these words, Jiang Li's heart was sour and swollen, as if he had really been poured a bottle of old vinegar.

This wave of sourness was too turbulent, making him feel like strong wine in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it, it was spicy and pungent.

Sheng Qianling's self-defeating words were the trigger, causing Jiang Li's accumulated emotions to explode at this moment.

He couldn't raise money to buy medicine for Jiang Haijun, and he heard Sheng Qianling say with his own ears that he would give up the World Championships, and he heard him mention the past and present in disappointment, and made a desperate evaluation of their hasty love.

Each pile is like a gradually tightened rope, ruthlessly strangling Jiang Li's heart.

He had an inexplicable urge to cry, and the bitter taste in his mouth was beating loudly, quickly overflowing every taste bud in him.

He couldn't finish the meal, he was eager to go back to the room and eat a lollipop to save his life, but Sheng Qianling still stared at him with burning eyes, which made him unable to think of an excuse to escape.

Under the illumination of the fluorescent lamp, Jiang Li's face looked cold and pale, his eyes were steamy, and the eye sockets soon turned red.

He raised his face and looked at Sheng Qianling.

She tried to seek relief from him, but only saw a pair of deeply hurt eyes.

Jiang Li's heart rate increased, and finally he couldn't control himself. He couldn't continue to pretend calmly in such an atmosphere, so he stopped explaining, put down his chopsticks, and ran into the room.

Trembling, he opened the cabinet door, took out a Xu Fuji sweet orange lollipop from the transparent box, tore off the candy wrapper tremblingly, stuffed the candy into his mouth, and leaned against the cabinet door to breathe.

He was very sick, his broken hair covered his forehead, the corners of his eyes were red, his hand holding the cabinet trembled slightly, and he completely lost the vigor and vigor he had before.

The citrus-colored shirt seemed to be a little darker, making his face as pale as paper, and the color of his lips gradually faded.

He sucked the candy hard, and the coating of his tongue was so painful, but he didn't care.

The saliva that came out was too late to swallow, and a drop fell along the bloodless lips, hastily and weakly.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind, turned him over forcefully, and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Li fell into the arms of that day and night, like falling into a confusing dream, reluctant to wake up, and wanted to see Sheng Qianling more.

He struggled to raise his head, wanting to take advantage of this dream to look at the other person's face openly, so that after waking up, he would forget all the suffering that life gave him and continue to live.

But this time the dream was a little different from the past.

Every time before, it was Sheng Qianling who pressed him on the No. 1 table of Time Billiards and entered his body forcefully, as if he wanted to leave some deep imprint.

But this time, Sheng Qianling just hugged him and called his name over and over again.

"Lili, Lili..."

Jiang Li couldn't tell where he was or what he was doing, so he could only respond to the voice with instinctive consciousness.

"Brother Ling, I'm here, I'm here."

He didn't know when he cried, and the tears fell without warning.

The sore nose hit, and the strong bitter taste in his mouth that couldn't be ignored, made him want to twitch all over.

He frowned deeply, and murmured to the person in his dream: "Brother Ling, it's so sour, so bitter, I hate sourness and bitterness..."

Jiangli is a picky eater, especially dislikes sour and bitter.

Every time I get a little bit of it, I can't wait to wash my tongue with a lot of water to get rid of all the remaining taste.

but.

People will always encounter what they fear most.

During the six years of parting from Sheng Qianling, he tasted all the sourness and bitterness that he hadn't tasted in those years, and none of them fell.

The author says:

Woooo uncomfortable.

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