Qianli Jiangling

Memories go through the door of time and return to the summer of 2014.

There was a handsome young man who had the cheek to stalk him and insisted on taking a snooker master as his teacher.

When he finally got his wish, he made a solemn promise to his master that he would never give up snooker and never gamble.

In order to stop him from gambling, the master once said: "As long as you accept me as your teacher, you will never be allowed to gamble. Otherwise, I will not recognize you as an apprentice."

Jiang Li's eyelashes trembled, and the end of his eyes was filled with red.

Although only his hands and legs were imprisoned by Sheng Qianling, he felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Sheng Qianling forced him to look at him, and asked ruthlessly, "Really don't want Master anymore?"

As the master of snooker, Sheng Qianling has done a perfect and impeccable job.

During the few months at the Time Billiards Club, he systematically familiarized and analyzed Jiang Li's skills, formulated a targeted training plan, and taught him all the ball control and club skills he had learned over the years, so that Jiang Li could play in the shortest possible time. Inside, grow into a semi-professional player who can compete with masters like Lu Xu.

Jiang Li was trapped in this small space and had nowhere to escape, so he had to face Sheng Qianling head-on.

He had already failed Sheng Qianling once, and that time, as a boyfriend, he just broke up and disappeared from then on.

Now he has to choose between Jiang Haijun and Master.

Jiang Li was on the verge of collapse, he braced his head and looked back into Sheng Qianling's eyes.

He couldn't say a word, and he didn't dare to speak, for fear of hurting others and himself.He knew that he couldn't turn his head back, he could only go head-on, even if he would hit his head badly, there was no other way to go.

Jiang Li didn't speak for a long time, and Sheng Qianling lost his patience.

He tightened his grip on Jiang Li's wrist and said, "Jiang Li, do you need money? Tell me how much."

Jiang Li's expression remained unchanged, and he shook his head very lightly.

The reunion is an unexpected pain, and more involvement will only make him buried in desire, making mistakes again and again.

After a long time, Jiang Li leaned his head against the wall behind his head in a daze.

The walls are full of dust and there are mosquitoes flying around.Small pieces of lime peeled off, revealing the dark red brick and gray cement inside.

A depression.

Jiang Li raised his eyes and landed on the three-dimensional space corner at the corner of the stairs. His lips parted slightly, and he said very slowly, "Master, go back to Beijing."

After a long pause, the voice became soft, very fragile, as light as a wisp of smoke, "Please."

please go.

Away from my stagnant life.

Coming out of the Joy Building, Jiang Li regained his calm.

As if nothing had happened, he went to the electric car shed to ride.

He rejected Zhuo Yunfeng's dinner invitation, saying that he would go back to the store.

Jiang Li's refusal to have dinner is normal, Zhuo Yunfeng didn't think about it at all, and then called Sheng Qianling to inform the dinner hotel.

Jiang Li was able to escape from the suffocating atmosphere and rode his electric scooter to Xiaojiang's men's clothing store.

As the temperature rises in spring, the business in the store is getting better and better.

The batch of summer clothes that Jiangli just came back from was very popular. Within a few days after the samples were hung out, more than half of the stock had already been sold out.

When Jiang Li came to the store, he saw that Yao Ting couldn't do it all by herself, and there was two bites of food in the cash register, so he hurried to help her.

He himself wore a set of sample clothes from the store, almost like a walking male model.

The guests choose clothes directly according to his collocation, and check out quickly and readily.

Jiang Li couldn't smile at the moment, but he still tried to serve the guests as politely and enthusiastically as possible.

He quickly helped them pack, scanned the QR code to collect money and printed receipts, which was very smooth.

When the guests finally left, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

But when I was free, I felt very empty, so I volunteered to go to the warehouse to check the inventory.

He likes the busy feeling of running around, especially the feeling of physical exhaustion.

Whenever this kind of time came, he didn't have the extra energy to think about it and find trouble for himself.

It was getting dark.

There are not many people shopping in the small town at night, and the business is not as good as during the day.

Yao Ting has to go home to take care of her children, so she usually doesn't stay in the shop until late.

Jiang Li dawdled on purpose, let Yao Ting get off work in advance, sat in the empty store for a while, and decided to go to the nursing home.

He checked the fire protection, turned off the lights, and closed the glass door, locking it from the outside.

Start the electric car and go straight to the nursing home.

Unfortunately, Jiang Haijun had already fallen asleep.He is having difficulty sleeping now, and needs oxygen inhalation to maintain a stable vital signs.

Jiang Li dismissed Uncle He and sat by Jiang Haijun's bed for a while.

His eyes fell on Jiang Haijun's deeply sunken cheekbones, and he didn't move away for a long time.

It was a bit cold at night, Jiang Haijun's hands were outside the quilt, covered with a layer of chicken skin, his fingers curled up naturally.

Those hands have done farm work, carried poles, worked in a chemical plant, and finally turned into a bunch of dry firewood, resting powerlessly on the quilt.

Jiang Li slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers passed through the gap under Jiang Haijun's hand, and gently and slowly attached them, holding his fingertips.

Fingertips are as cold as water when snow melts.

No matter how you cover it, it won't get hot.

The father and son have never had such a tender moment. They usually seldom talk to each other. They don't have the usual parent-child behavior between father and son, and some of them just swear at each other more and more aggressively.

Finally one day, Jiang Haijun could no longer swear, gave in, and admitted defeat.

Moonlight came in from the window and fell into the dark room.

Jiang Li sat silently for a long time, and after a while, he gently lifted the quilt and put Jiang Haijun's hand inside.

Then he got up and left the ward lightly.

He didn't see it. In the dim room, Jiang Haijun's old and heavy eyelids trembled a few times, and a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eyes.

The next day, Jiang Li went out early.

He first went to withdraw some money, paid the next installment fee for the nursing home, went to the store to help out for a while, called Aunt Zhao, who is proud of men's clothing, to order some more goods, and then explained the receipt of the goods in detail Gave it to Yao Ting.

He is ready to gamble, so he has to deal with all these things first.

In the afternoon, he went to a nearby men's clothing store again, and at least asked for several thousand yuan on credit.

As the sun was setting, he returned home very tired and covered in dust.

The gates of the houses in the countryside are not prosperous, and the gates are closed during the day, Jiangli parks the car and walks in, and unexpectedly finds Sheng Qianling sitting in the main room.

He tilted his head slightly, leaned back on the back of the chair, and slowly swipe the phone in his hand, as if browsing the news.

He was originally incompatible with this dim scene, but Jiang Li felt inexplicably harmonious when he saw it at a glance.

Sheng Qianling raised his head when he heard footsteps.

He moved his stiff neck, stood up, straightened the hem of his shirt, looked at Jiang Li calmly, and said, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

Jiang Li took out the phone from his pocket, looked at it, and said expressionlessly, "It's out of battery."

Sheng Qianling walked a few steps towards the river, stood still in front of him, bowed his head and said seriously: "Jiangli, let's talk."

With a face of resistance, Jiang Li pointed to his dusty clothes and said, "I don't have time now, I'm going to take a shower."

Sheng Qianling said, "Then I'll wait for you."

Jiang Li reacted passively, connected his mobile phone to the charger, slowly found out a change of clothes, slowly changed into slippers, slowly walked to the bathroom, and slowly took a shower.

He knew what Sheng Qianling wanted to talk about, but he didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to tear his face apart.

Time passed by every minute and every second, getting closer and closer to Zhuo Yunfeng's latest reply time.

Jiang Li stood in the bathroom, washed his face clean, and even washed his hair.

He usually doesn't like to blow-dry his hair, but today he patiently found out a hair dryer that hadn't been used for a long time, grabbed the roots of his hair and dried it little by little until there was no moisture at all.

He changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom.

As soon as the door opened, Sheng Qianling stood quietly by the wall, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

There was no expression on his face, his eyelids were raised, his nose was protruding, his lips were slightly pursed, and he was not at all impatient.

Jiang Li glanced at him, threw the changed dirty clothes into the washing machine by the back door, collected another clean towel, and walked to his room with his slippers on.

Sheng Qianling followed him into the room.

On the day Sheng Qianling moved in, Jiang Li said that he could not enter his room, but Sheng Qianling didn't seem to take it to heart.

At this moment, Jiang Li was not in the mood to remind him, ignoring his existence, and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe the water off his feet.

There was a chair opposite Jiang Li's bed. Sheng Qianling sat on it once when he was drunk, but he didn't remember much.

He closed his trouser legs, sat down in front of Jiangli, and said calmly: "Jiangli, if you still call me master, you are still my apprentice, so you have to listen to me. Gambling is like drugs. It is a bottomless pit. You only need to touch it once, and you will never lose your mind." I can’t get away. Don’t gamble, okay?”

Jiang Li's expression was very indifferent, and his eyes followed the towel on his feet.

He just took a bath, and his whole body is very clean and fragrant, his skin is white and tender, and even his feet are healthy pink.

After wiping one foot, he raised the other and began to wipe.

He never raised his head, but he still answered Sheng Qianling's words: "No."

Sheng Qianling was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you short of money?"

To be honest, Sheng Qianling didn't see where Jiangli was short of money.He has no mortgage or car loan, the store is doing well, and his income can fully pay for the nursing home.He didn't fall in love, and he was very simple in life, he didn't have any bad habits, and he didn't spend money lavishly.

Therefore, Sheng Qianling didn't understand where Jiang Li could spend his money other than the nursing home.

But Jiang Li answered irrelevantly: "Who would think money is too little?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

Thinking of something, Sheng Qianling suddenly said, "Jiang Li, have you lost your sense of taste?"

Jiang Li's hand wiping his feet trembled suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and he quickly covered it up, put down his feet pretending to be calm, and changed into a pair of cloth slippers.

"It's nothing, it's just that the taste has changed," he said.

But his guilty conscience did not escape Sheng Qianling's eyes.

Almost getting an affirmative answer, Sheng Qianling's heart almost broke.

He stood up, walked to Jiang Li's bed, knelt down, looked up at Jiang Li and said, "Li Li, don't push me away, tell me the truth, okay?"

The two are very close.

One was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the other was squatting on the edge of the bed.

The light from the long fluorescent tubes is gentle, shining on the faces of the two young people. They look at each other with different expressions.

On the road outside the window, there are occasional short car horns, and far away, there is a faint and unreal cry of frogs.

Sheng Qianling continued: "I'll take you to the hospital for an examination. Taste disorder can be cured. Believe in me, I will definitely cure you."

At this moment, Jiang Li found that his heart was as calm as the water in the Yangtze River.

He even smiled and said calmly: "If it can't be cured, I've seen it a long time ago."

He didn't gradually lose his sense of taste.

He woke up one day with a sudden bitterness in his mouth, thinking it was just excessive secretion of bile, but he didn't take it to heart.

However, from that day on, he could no longer taste other tastes except sour and bitter.

Jiang Li said: "Brother Ling, we are people from two worlds, do you understand? You should go back to Beijing, train hard, prepare for the World Championships, European Championships, Wembley, instead of wasting time with me."

After finishing speaking, I still felt that it was not enough, and said: "It is useless for you to delay time here. I should call Brother Zhuo this time, and I will still call. The big deal is that when I gamble, I still don't need anything you taught me. If you still If it’s not enough, don’t recognize me as an apprentice anymore.”

After he separated from Sheng Qianling, Jiang Li never once used the powerful strokes he taught in a match.

Precise force control, left plug rotation, post library fixed shot, super low shot.

In fact, he can do everything well, but he deliberately restrained himself and chose to return to the style of precision.

Sheng Qianling stared closely at Jiang Li's eyes.

Jiang Li said these words very calmly, as if it was not such a difficult choice to bet on this game.

As for himself, the master he had worked so hard to worship, he seemed to have no more weight in Jiang Li's heart.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room.

The ticking of time did not stop for any of them.

Jiang Li looked at Sheng Qianling's hand on his knee, looked down at him lightly, and reached for the mobile phone that was charging beside the bed.

He pressed the power button, watched the logo of the mobile phone manufacturer displayed on the screen, and stared at it turning into the home screen page.

He swiped open the lock screen with one hand, and touched the green phone icon in the lower left corner with his thumb.

Click it, and the dial pad will appear on the screen.The top half is the recent call record, which can only display five names, and the word "Brother Zhuo" happens to be in the fifth place.

With just a touch, the call can be made.

Sheng Qianling knew what Jiang Li was going to do, so he took Jiang Li's right hand holding the towel in pain.

He wrapped Jiang Li's hands in his palms with both hands, looked up at him, and begged softly, "Li Li, don't go."

Gambling is an abyss with no future in sight.

If you step into it with one foot, you can still make money with a lot of money, but it is difficult for ordinary people to turn back.

But Jiang Li had no choice.

He let Sheng Qianling stick to him, and slowly lowered his left thumb, getting closer to the word "Brother Zhuo" on the screen of the phone little by little.

At the last second, Sheng Qianling suddenly exerted a little force, stood up, and was about to forcefully hug Jiang Li.

At this time, a loud ringtone rang before he moved.

This is the ringtone dedicated to Uncle He, the nurse.

Jiang Li's fingers trembled suddenly, and he quickly swiped the answer button. As if he had a premonition, he raised his heart and called, "Uncle He?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and the world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

It seemed like a century had passed before the nurse, Uncle He, spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was an extremely heavy obituary, each word, like a huge boulder smashed into the eardrums of the river.

"Xiao Jiang, my condolences."

The author says:

almost sweet...