Qianli Jiangling

Early the next morning, Jiang Li had just come out of the bathroom on the first floor when he ran into Sheng Qianling who was coming down the stairs.

Sheng Qianling just woke up, her hair was uncombed and covered her forehead lazily.The eyelashes drooped loosely, and there was no particular expression on his face.

It was only when I met Jiangli that I raised my eyelids.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

Last night, Jiang Li was inexplicably coaxed to sleep by Sheng Qianling, and he didn't even take a shower, so he had to take a shower in the morning and change his clothes.

Jiang Li stopped, looked at Sheng Qianling, and said seriously: "Brother Ling, I have something to do these two days and I don't have time to accompany you. The door of this house is usually not closed, you can go to practice or come back to rest if you want. "

Sheng Qianling blocked the river and asked, "What are you going to do? I'll accompany you."

After a night of sleep without dreams, Jiang Li's spirit improved a lot.

He shook his head and said, "I'm going to a few towns to find the owner of the men's clothing store who asked me to get the goods before."

There are several bosses who always get goods on credit, and they haven't settled yet.

Jiang Li usually has a good personality and is willing to wait, but now he wants to get together a box of medicine money, so he has to find a way from these places.

He didn't want to tell Sheng Qianling about this, nor did he want Sheng Qianling to know about his plight.

Fortunately, Sheng Qianling didn't say much, just nodded.

For two days in a row, Jiangli left early and returned late.

Several towns are quite far from the county seat, and his electric bike can't last that long, so he had to take a bus to go there.At the end of the day, I can't always go to two places.

The point is that I didn't get any money back.

Another morning, Sheng Qianling stood by the window on the second floor and saw Jiang Li hurried out with a small bag on his back, and he didn't even have time to invite him to have breakfast together.

Sheng Qianling had no choice but to wash up, went to a nearby shop to eat small noodles, and then took a taxi to Yunfeng Billiards Club.

Next to Zhuo Yunfeng's office is a separate snooker table, which he usually uses for practice.It happened that Sheng Qianling didn't want to show his face in public, so he gave it to Sheng Qianling for training these few days.

After practicing for several hours, Sheng Qianling stopped and walked to the coffee table to take a sip of water.

His billiard cue case was quietly placed on the coffee table, and inside lay an extended handle full of stories.

Sheng Qianling took out the extension handle, accidentally circled his right thumb and index finger, put them on the extension handle, and massaged up and down a few times.

At this time, an enthusiastic voice sounded from the door of the practice room: "Qianling, are you practicing?"

Shocked, Sheng Qianling quickly held the extension in the palm of his hand and calmly put it back into the rod box.

He looked back at Zhuo Yunfeng, and replied, "Yes, good morning, Brother Zhuo."

Zhuo Yunfeng and Sheng Qianling got along for a few days, and lost the restraint they had when they first met.

He was also very perceptive and didn't ask Sheng Qianling why the opening activities were over, and Sheng Qianling hadn't returned to Beijing yet.

Sheng Qianling is here, and many snooker fans come here especially, even if they can't meet each other, they are still excited to come here to play.

Zhuo Yunfeng stretched himself out, yawned and said, "It's late, it's already afternoon. I was dragged to drink for half the night yesterday, and I was exhausted."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards his office.

The office and the practice room are only separated by half a door, and the head can be seen at a glance.

Sheng Qianling packed up the extension handle, followed Zhuo Yunfeng into the office, and sat down on the gray sofa by the wall.

He started the conversation very casually: "Jiang Li hasn't been here for the past few days, and no one can play."

Zhuo Yunfeng answered along the way: "He is busy. The clothing store is doing well, but it is too busy. His old man is sick and needs someone to take care of him."

Sheng Qianling guided calmly: "He has been so busy these past few years?"

Zhuo Yunfeng raised his thick eyebrows, thought for a while, and said: "No way, I have only known him for two or three years. I heard that he was a college student in a school in Jingzhou before he opened a shop."

Sheng Qianling nodded, pretending to be completely ignorant and asked: "What happened to his father?"

Zhuo Yunfeng thought that Sheng Qianling and Jiang Li had played in Wuhan many years ago, which should be regarded as old acquaintances, so he deliberately revealed: "I don't know the details. Lung disease, the situation is not good."

What Sheng Qianling wanted to ask was actually not this.

But he has been thinking about how to lead the topic in that direction.

He leaned his arm on the armrest of the sofa, flipped through his phone, and suddenly sighed: "It's a pity to come here this time, I can't stay for a few days, and I won't be able to eat lotus root."

When Zhuo Yunfeng heard it, he thought of Sheng Qianling's disappointed expression when he heard that the lotus root belt was not on the market at the first dinner, and said very enthusiastically: "Don't panic, I will send it to you in Beijing with SF Express cold chain." go."

Sheng Qianling was noncommittal, looked up at Zhuo Yunfeng, and changed the direction: "Do you want to fry the lotus root or add vinegar?"

Zhuo Yunfeng finally got the idea, and he got to the point: "It's fine, add chili, vinegar, or stir-fry, it's all delicious. It depends on everyone's taste. Like me, I like to add a little bit of spiciness. Old Xu and the others No jealousy, no joy, only Xiao Jiang doesn't care about it."

Sheng Qianling breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously, "Why?"

Zhuo Yunfeng twirled his thin beard with his fingertips, not knowing which sentence Sheng Qianling asked "why", he simply said more in one breath: "Our group eats a lot of delicious food from all over the world. It’s also tricky, but Xiaojiang has never been indifferent, he doesn’t care about what to eat, whether it’s sour or not, we thought he was being polite at first, but later we found out that he is really not picky, just like the kind of person who has no sense of taste , as long as you can eat it."

When Sheng Qianling heard the words, his eyelashes trembled heavily, and his fingers on the armrest of the sofa tightened abruptly.

He didn't think about it at all.

Even when Jiangli ate hot dry noodles with vinegar, bitter gourd and coriander a few days ago, he really thought that Jiangli's taste had changed.

If it’s true, then it’s no wonder that at the dinner party on the reunion night, he ordered Jiangli’s favorite food in the past, stewed lotus root with cured duck, Gong’an fish offal, and made up the vegetable sprouts that he didn’t have time to order at the last meeting. Jiangli didn’t respond , Did not stretch out a few chopsticks.

Sheng Qianling pursed his lips tightly, tried his best to restrain his emotions, opened the mobile search engine, and entered a few keywords.

At this time Zhuo Yunfeng's phone rang.

He frowned when he saw it, but still had to answer: "Oh, brother, I told you about drinking last night, and I couldn't find anyone for you. The one on the opening day? How is that possible, people How can a professional player help you play. Huh? You mean another one?"

Sheng Qianling was concentrating on checking the information on the phone, and did not listen to Zhuo Yunfeng's words.

Zhuo Yunfeng was quiet for a while, then helped his forehead and said: "The other guy never gambled, hey, okay, let me ask for you, don't get your hopes up."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Yunfeng frowned, and let out a long and depressed sigh.

He made another call, and the other party answered within a few seconds.

Zhuo Yunfeng said: "Hey, Xiao Jiang, do you have time, I have something to do with you."

Jiang Li had just returned home from the town, and when he walked around the house, he didn't see Sheng Qianling. Then he received a call from Zhuo Yunfeng. He thought it had something to do with Sheng Qianling, so he didn't even ask what it was, so he said : "Yes, yes, I will come right away."

Zhuo Yunfeng looked at the phone that was hung up hastily, and said very curiously: "Hey, Xiao Jiang is more anxious than me."

Sheng Qianling heard that Jiang Li was coming, so he quickly exited the phone search page.

He rested his head on the back of the sofa, his eyes vacant, thinking about things related to Jiang Li.

Most of it happened when he was in Wuhan, Jiang Li was delicate, he would not eat this or that, he had to spend a lot of effort to please the tip of his tongue.

A person's habits are actually very difficult to change, unless something happens that makes him have to change.

Jiang Li hurried in from the door and went straight to Zhuo Yunfeng's office.

He glanced at Sheng Qianling, who was sitting well beside him, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down familiarly on the grand teacher's chair opposite Zhuo Yunfeng.

Zhuo Yunfeng was worried about Sheng Qianling's presence, so it was not easy to say, but seeing that Sheng Qianling had no intention of leaving, he thought to himself that as a professional player, he would not make a fuss about these things, so he spoke truthfully.

He said: "Xiao Jiang, that's the case. I have a friend who is engaged in mining and has a little money. He usually likes snooker, but he can't play well by himself. He wants to find someone to play for him."

Jiang Li's eyes jumped, and he subconsciously glanced at Sheng Qianling.

The other party happened to be looking back at him.

They all thought of the same point.

Zhuo Yunfeng simply explained: "It is said that there is a master from Zhejiang, his name is Lu Xu, he is one of the best in the field of baseball, this time the handicap has been adjusted high, 1 yuan per game, seven or three open, Do you want to fight?"

Jiang Li: "..."

It has been many years since I heard the name Lu Xu.

Jiang Li remembered meeting Lu Xu in the finals when Shiguang Billiards held its first membership match in Wuhan.

Their styles of play are very similar, both academic and wild, and they cherish each other until the end. Sheng Qianling was jealous because of this, and he called "brother" several times to coax him.

Zhuo Yunfeng went on to say: "Xiao Jiang, I know you don't usually gamble, let alone be a shooter, so you just ask casually for your friends. At your level, it's a bit of a loss in July 1rd. You can win a game with [-] yuan. Not much money."

Jiang Li lowered his head slightly, his expression was tired, and his eyes were downcast, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

He is really short of money. He has been desperately asking for debts these days, and he only needs 3000 yuan, which is exactly the money to win a game.

He once promised his master that he would never gamble in his life.

But at that time, it was not foreseeable that he would face the difficult situation he is facing now.

Doctor Fang told him clearly that Jiang Haijun's time was numbered.

He was actually very anxious and wanted to raise money quickly to renew Jiang Haijun's life, and even planned to take out a mortgage.

There are not many things he can mortgage. A private house on the outskirts of the city is not worth much.There is also a store selling men's clothing. Although it is rented, the goods in it can still be worth 10,000+.

Seeing that Jiang Li didn't answer, Zhuo Yunfeng thought he understood what he meant.

Zhuo Yunfeng took out his mobile phone, unlocked the screen, and said, "No need, right Xiao Jiang. You get 7000 yuan for winning a game, and that guy named Lu Xu is not stupid, he won't let you win so easily. "

Jiang Li suddenly raised his head and asked in a panic, "Is it me?"

He thought he was three against seven.

Zhuo Yunfeng paused, and replied: "That's right. My friend doesn't make money from gambling, he just wants to find some excitement. If you lose, you don't need to bear any responsibility. If you win, you get seven points."

After hearing this, Jiang Li asked one more question: "Is he not afraid of match-fixing by gunmen?"

Zhuo Yunfeng started to touch his beard again, glanced at Sheng Qianling for a second, and then said: "There are rules in the world of match-fixing."

Either chop off a finger or break a leg.

Jiang Li was silent again.

He clearly felt a scorching gaze staring at his back, but he didn't dare to turn his head.

Afraid of being burned, afraid of breaking down at a glance.

Zhuo Yunfeng figured out some charm, leaned forward, shook the mobile phone in his hand, and said, "Xiao Jiang, what do you think? Give me a confirmation letter, so I can answer someone."

Jiang Li was silent.

He thought of Jiang Haijun's weak appearance lying on the hospital bed, and he didn't even have the energy to call him a dog.

Thinking of many years ago, he and Jiang Haijun stepped into the heavy snow and left Jiangling to go to Wuhan to seek a living.At that time, Jiang Haijun was still young, only in his 40s, with a straight back, holding Jiang Li's hand like a solid mountain.

He also thought of six years ago when they were forced to leave Jixian Alley, return to Jiangling County, and start all the poor days from scratch.At that time, Jiang Haijun was in his fifties, his back was a little hunched, and his face was full of exhaustion. He just patted Jiang Li on the shoulder without saying a word of complaint.

After a while, Jiang Li raised his head slowly and asked Zhuo Yunfeng, "Brother Zhuo, when can I reply at the latest?"

It was the first time Zhuo Yunfeng saw that Jiang Li was willing to gamble, he was a little surprised, but he still replied: "Tomorrow night."

"Okay," Jiang Li nodded quickly, as if afraid of regretting himself, "I'll answer you by tomorrow night."

"Row."

After Jiang Li squeezed his palms and finished speaking, he gave Zhuo Yunfeng a weary smile and said, "I'm a little tired these days, so I'm going back first."

It seemed that he was not the one who rushed over just now.

Zhuo Yunfeng didn't think much about it, and nodded to signal him to take it easy.

Jiang Li got up quickly, didn't dare to look over to the sofa, just lowered his head, bit his lower lip hard, and walked out quickly.

Soon behind him, another person's footsteps sounded, scattered and chaotic, following him closely.

He ignored it, left the Yunfeng billiards shop, and ran directly to the stairs without waiting for the elevator.

The people behind him quickened their pace, as if they had endured for a long time and were on the verge of eruption.

When the stairs turned the corner, Jiang Li just turned sideways, and was soon grabbed by Sheng Qianling's wrist.

In the next second, his whole body was pressed against the wall behind him.

The stairs are dimly lit and there are no vents.

There is only one "Safety Exit" sign with a faint green light, which falls into the eyes of the river's frantic jumping from a long distance away.

Jiang Li was upset, his mind was in a mess, and he could hardly think calmly, so he could only be forced to look at the person in front of him.

The smell of lemon laundry detergent and chocolate powder drilled into his nose, and an irresistible but obsessive masculine breath rushed towards his face.

Jiang Li was dazed.

Sheng Qianling grabbed his wrists, pressed his knees against his legs, leaned over, and slowly approached his face under pressure, and said dangerously: "Jiang Li, what did you promise me?"

The author says:

Glossary;

"Fighting" Two golfers colluded to cheat investors out of their money.It is also called "making a cage" in dialect, which means to let the prey drill in.