Qianli Jiangling

After Jiang Li heard this sentence, he didn't show any strong emotions.

As usual, he said, "I'll be right over," and then quietly hung up the phone.

When hanging up the phone, he accidentally touched the word "Brother Zhuo" on the screen. Jiang Li held the phone and glanced at it blankly.

Zhuo Yunfeng's voice quickly rang through the phone.

The other party asked, "Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Li was still very calm. He raised the phone to his ear, recovered his senses slowly, and said, "Brother Zhuo, I'm sorry, I can't hit that ball."

Zhuo Yunfeng was not surprised, he laughed heartily, and said that he had guessed it a long time ago.

Like a marionette, Jiang Li hung up the phone again, put it aside, and went to the cabinet to find socks with a blank face.

As soon as the cabinet door was opened, it revealed Potts sticks, a large can of sweet orange lollipops, and a well-packed black short-sleeved shirt.

Sheng Qianling was standing behind Jiang Li, worried that he would lose control, and had been paying close attention to his condition.

Looking up, seeing the things in the cabinet, his shoulders froze.

His breathing quickened, and he looked at the familiar cue in disbelief, and the black clothes that he thought had fallen in Hanjiang Jingyuan.

It turned out that they were all here in the river.

Jiang Li took out his socks and found a black shirt and a pair of black trousers.

Sitting back on the bed, he began to undress without anyone else.

The short sleeves of the pajamas were taken off, and he put on the shirt he seldom wore, and buttoned it one by one until it reached the top.

Then, ignoring Sheng Qianling, she took off her loose pajama pants and put on regular black trousers.

After getting dressed, start putting on socks.

He moved very slowly step by step, as if he was meditating on something, or escaping from something.

After finishing his socks, he walked to the shoe rack and chose a pair of soft-soled black casual shoes.The shoes have not been worn a few times and they look like new.

He didn't pick up his phone until he was tidied up properly, and walked out without looking back.

Sheng Qianling was very nervous about his state, worried that he would collapse in the limit of emotions, so he kept following two steps behind.

Jiang Li rolled out the electric car, before starting, Sheng Qianling quickly stretched his feet up, and then hugged Jiang Li's waist tightly.

Jiang Li didn't have time to care about the close distance, he looked ahead quietly and started the car.

The sun has completely set, but there is still a gloomy residual cloud in the sky.

The temperature has dropped a little, and the spring breeze blows straight on the face.

Jiang Li opened his eyes naturally, even forced a smile into the rearview mirror of the electric car, and rode the car towards the nursing home.

When he arrived, Jiang Haijun's body was still in the previous ward.

The room was brightly lit, and the bed was covered with a brand new white cloth, covering Jiang Haijun's whole body.

With tears in his eyes, the nurse, Uncle He, stood by the bed at a loss, looking straight at the river.

Jiang Li lifted the cover, saw Jiang Haijun's peaceful face, stretched out his hand to caress it, and said, "Old man, you're pretending to be dead again."

No one answered him.

Uncle He walked over and explained to Jiang Li: "I just finished feeding Brother Jiang with food and water, and when I went out to wash the dishes, my heartbeat and breathing were gone when I came back."

Jiang Haijun walked very decently, without a trace of pain.

It seems that I just want to sleep after eating.

The person in charge of the nursing home saw the family members coming over, and went into the ward to talk to Jiang Li about the follow-up matters.

Jiang Li turned a deaf ear to him, just quietly looked at Jiang Haijun's remains, and scolded softly: "If I can't win the scolding, I will pretend to be dead. I look down on you."

The person in charge of the nursing home showed embarrassment, not knowing how to communicate with the family members of the deceased.

Sheng Qianling stepped forward, handed Jiang Li a stool, asked him to sit down, and said to the person in charge, "It's the same with me, let's go out and talk about it."

The other side nodded.

Sheng Qianling had no experience in handling funeral affairs, so he listened carefully.

In the end, he said: "So with your certificate, go to the Public Security Bureau to cancel your account, issue a certificate, and then send it to the funeral parlor for cremation, right?"

The other party had worked in a nursing home for many years and was used to seeing death, so he replied calmly: "Yes."

"Okay." Sheng Qianling followed the other party, "Please prove it to me, and I will handle these things."

After receiving the letter from the nursing home, Sheng Qianling went back to the ward to look for Jiang Li.

Jiang Li sat there motionless, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his whole body was icy cold.Dressed in black, he looked solemn, and when he was not speaking, he looked like a terrifying sculpture.

Sheng Qianling walked over and hugged Jiang Li's head in his arms like no one else was there.

He stroked Jiang Li's hair with his hands, stroked his soft and fluffy hair, and coaxed him gently: "Li Li, cry if you want to."

Jiang Li's eyes were clear but lifeless, they were opened slowly, like black planets that could not be reflected by sunlight.

His voice was as cold as the night breeze: "Why should I cry?"

Sheng Qianling wrapped his arms around his shoulders and said, "Okay, then don't cry."

People from the nursing home came over and asked Jiang Haijun to be transferred to the mortuary, and he could no longer stay in the ward.

Sheng Qianling took Jiang Li up and led him outside the door. He saw several people covering Jiang Haijun's face with a white cloth and pushing him to the other end of the corridor.

Jiang Li stood there stiffly, watching them leave without following them.

Sheng Qianling took Jiang Li to do all the funeral procedures the next day.

Fortunately, finding the police station, issuing a certificate, and making an appointment for a funeral home are not difficult things.Especially when Zhuo Yunfeng heard about it, he helped a lot.

After the cremation, Jiang Li held the hot sandalwood box without moving his fingers.

He has been very quiet, holding the urn and not letting go, standing there stubbornly, wondering if he has forgotten something.

During the time when Jiang Haijun was dying, Jiang Li always felt this way.

It seemed that he had forgotten something important, so he refused to follow what Zhuo Yunfeng and the others said, and sent the urn directly to the cemetery for burial.

Sheng Qianling sent Zhuo Yunfeng, Lao Xu and the others away for Jiangli, and led Jiangli home.

Jiang Li didn't sleep much all night, he was still wearing the black suit from yesterday, and he looked tired and decadent.

As soon as he got home, he suddenly thought of something and went straight to the room where Jiang Haijun had slept in before, which was opposite the guest room where Sheng Qianling was staying.

Jiang Li put the urn on the table and began to rummage through the cabinets used by Jiang Haijun.

The clothes were almost empty, there was no bedding on the bed, there were no ornaments on the chest of drawers, and the room was empty.

But Jiang Li was not reconciled, and continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets, trying to find the reason for his uneasiness.

Finally, in the bottom drawer of the closet, he saw a cloth bag that he hadn't seen for many years but was very familiar with.

The bag was originally supposed to be a bright red, but over the years it has faded to a pale orange.But the fabric is spotless, and it can be seen how carefully the owner has cared for it over the years.

Jiang Li still remembers the fire in Jixian Alley in 2014. Jiang Haijun risked his life to rush upstairs, rescued the cloth bag from under the bed, and held it in his arms as if holding his life.

Jiang Li took the cloth bag, walked tremblingly to the bare bed and sat down, peeling it off bit by bit slowly and carefully.

There is also a paper bag containing wine bottles in the cloth bag, which has been bent twice, and the creases are very prominent, silently highlighting the age.

Jiang Li took out the paper bag, unwrapped its tight rope, and took out the contents.There is also a layer of waterproof bag inside, but it is transparent, and you can see that there are a few photos neatly packed inside, and a few envelopes with stamps and postmarks.

Jiang Li held his heart tightly, staring at those things without blinking.

He took out the photos and flipped through them one by one.

The picture resolution is not high, it shows the same strange young man, standing under a tree, wearing a white coarse cloth shirt, old long cloth pants, and an old-fashioned yellow leather belt around his waist.

This man looks very intellectual, and when he looks at the camera, there is always a faint smile on his face, very gentle.

There are words on the back of the photos.

Jiang Li turned over and saw a few lines of vigorous ballpoint pen writing.

"Gu Yugang in front of Haijun's house in Tanqiao Town, Jiangling County in 1992."

"Gu Yugang attended West Lake Middle School in Haoxue Town, Jiangling County in 1993."

"Gu Yugang attended Timeiyuan Middle School in Tawau, Gong'an County in 1995."

Jiang Li had a premonition that he was about to see his father's biggest secret, and his breath became short of breath.

His palms were unsteady, and he squeezed several times before putting down the photos and pulling out a few letters from the waterproof bag.

There are five letters in total, and they are placed in chronological order.The first four envelopes all had postmarks, but the last envelope was empty.

Jiang Li tore down the first three seals.

I saw a letter from this man named Gu Yugang.

The content is roughly the same. In a polite tone, he tells the trivial things about his transfer from Jiangling County to Gongan County to teach and work.

The letter mentioned that he is a junior high school Chinese teacher and is full of enthusiasm for teaching and educating people.

In the last line, he mentioned something related to Jiang Haijun very implicitly: "Haijun, I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night. I look forward to seeing you soon."

Jiang Li's heart beat faster, he clenched his teeth, his eyes were so hot that they almost burned the letter paper.

These three letters almost all reflect the same fact, that is, during the five years from 1991 to 1995, this man named Gu Yugang was in a relationship with Jiang Haijun.

In other words, Jiang Haijun himself is gay.

Jiang Li opened the fourth letter with trembling fingers.

According to the postmark on the envelope, the letter was delivered on July 1996, 7.

When Jiang Li noticed the date, his eyelids twitched heavily, his heart rose to his throat, and he took out the letter with cold palms.

"Navy: Words are like words.

"In recent days, I have been deeply disturbed. I don't know how to mention my current situation to you. Tossing and turning, struggling to survive the day in pain; worrying and sleepless, fearing that the sun will rise tomorrow.

"The principal saw that I was alone and had been working in a foreign country for a long time, so he enthusiastically arranged for my marriage. The other woman was simple and kind, and she fell in love with me when she saw me, and she was willing to spend the rest of her life. I am ashamed of you, and I am afraid that I will lose this job of teaching and educating people. , Never dare to admit your sexual orientation to others.

"People in the world have a deep prejudice against homosexuality, and I am also in a deep mire, without the courage to go up. Navy, my love, I'm sorry, forget me. I will get married soon and become the most recognized person in the world. and accepting normal people.

"Parting from Qin with Jun Xiaoxiang, I will not see you for the rest of my life. Navy, take care!

"Gu Yugang on July 1996, 7"

As if guessing what the last unsent letter was, Jiang Li's eyes trembled uncontrollably.

A familiar sour taste welled up in his mouth, and he felt that even his breathing became dry.

The last envelope was sealed, but because of the age, the paste on the crease had already dried and lost its effectiveness.

Jiang Li lowered his head, took out the letter inside with fever in his eyes, and slowly unfolded it, revealing a fuzzy letter that had been soaked by water.

It was Jiang Haijun's reply letter to Gu Yugang on July 1996, 7.

There are only a few words, and the handwriting is faded and melted by water, making it very difficult to read.

"Gu Yugang: After waiting for the letter for so long, I actually look forward to the news that you are going to get married. Well, you are really good.

"I'm going to throw myself into the river at the edge of Jiangling, let the corpse float to Gong'an County, call ghosts to attend your wedding, and let you live in the nightmare of Lao Tzu for the rest of your life. Just wait, you bastard."

There is no signature, and it can be seen that Jiang Haijun wrote very hastily back then.

The lines between the lines are full of deep hatred.

From 1996 to 2021, 25 years are interlaced.

At this moment, Jiang Li finally gave the answer.

On July 1996, 7, Jiang Haijun, who was injured by his same-sex lover, decided to throw himself into the river, but before the letter was sent, he met an abandoned baby by the river.

That day was the day Jiang Haijun wanted to die.

It was also the day when Jiang Li was reborn.

Jiang Haijun set July 7 as Jiang Li's birthday, in fact reminding himself time and time again that it was his own rebirth.

Jiang Li remembered that when he was with Sheng Qianling, Jiang Haijun only told him to stop him, but he never took action to stop him.

Even when he was designed to crash into a luxury car and had to sell the house to compensate, Jiang Haijun just said calmly: "Being gay will not end well."

He was talking about Jiang Li, and he was also talking about himself.

Jiang Li held the letter paper, unable to move for a long time.

Sheng Qianling was still by his side, walked over quickly, squatted in front of Jiang Li, held up his tear-filled face, and asked anxiously, "Li Li, what's wrong?"

The fire in the river was raging in his throat, and he couldn't speak a word.

The tears are like the rain in March, and since the beginning, they have been falling non-stop.

Sheng Qianling wiped away Jiang Li's tears with his fingertips, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and pulled him into his arms again.

"Lili, don't cry," Sheng Qianling said, "Your father entrusted you to me, and I will take good care of you from now on."

Jiang Li's thoughts were confused, and he couldn't spare any energy to think about when Jiang Haijun entrusted him.

He broke free from Sheng Qianling's arms, put away the photos and letters, neatly arranged them into a pile according to the original appearance, and stuffed them back into the paper bag containing the wine bottle.

When he opened the paper bag, he noticed that there was a folded piece of white paper under the bag, because it was very similar to the inside color of the paper bag, so he didn't notice it just now.

Jiang Li took out the white paper, unfolded it gently, and a photo fell out from it.

The child in the photo looks to be two or three years old, with delicate features, one round eye, and a little vermilion between the brows, sitting in a rocking car, looking very cute and cute.

It's a photo of Jiang Li when he was a child.

The white paper was completely opened, and Jiang Haijun's slightly scribbled handwriting appeared in front of Jiang Li.

"Jiang Li: I got lung cancer, probably due to hereditary reasons. My father who died early also had lung cancer. It's not what you think. It was made in a chemical factory to pay for your education. I'm not that expensive, so don't put it on your face. Gold.

"The dilapidated house on Jixian Road is sold as soon as it is sold. As long as people don't die, they can't start over. I received a sum of money a few days ago. I don't know if it was transferred by that idiot. It happened to be 40, so I didn't take it. It’s out for you, it’s stored on the campus bank card you used to study at university, the password is 969696, you can take it out and use it after I’m dead.

"Whether you want to marry a wife or continue to like that little boy, anyway, I'm going to die and I don't care about you. I know that you have been unhappy in the past few years, but it is difficult to be gay. You must now know why I said fuck Homosexuality doesn't end well.

"I have lived for more than twenty years, and I have earned it. Of course, if you don't dig up my ancestral grave every day, you should be able to live a little more happily. Forget it, I am dead, and you have no one. I quarreled, and I won the game.

"Don't take all the responsibilities on yourself. Everyone has their own destiny. You don't need to show off your abilities. If you still think that Lao Tzu is your Lao Tzu, I will be buried in Songshan Cemetery, Haoxue Town, Jiangling County, away from that dog and beast. Get closer. We can't meet each other in life, and I won't let him go even if I'm a ghost after death.

"Don't cry, or I will look down on you. If you live a better life in the future, you will repay me.

"Your Father Jiang Haijun June 2020, 6"

Holding the suicide note written by his father a year ago in his hand, Jiang Li finally broke down and cried bitterly.

The author says:

Woooooo, my dears, is Jiang Haijun really good?

I'm so excited, really, I've been laying the groundwork for so long, and finally come to this chapter of revealing the secret.

The navy said that "it will not end well in txl", and he was talking about himself!