Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li's heart suddenly suffocated, and the dense pain rolled over the apex of his heart and spread to all the veins in his limbs.

He squeezed the edge of the table tightly with his fingers, staring at Chen Shushu with a chill all over his body, he didn't dare to ask, but he opened his mouth one step before consciousness: "Why?"

Chen Shu raised his chin, his eyes still harbored hatred for Jiang Li who left without saying goodbye.

He calmed down the surging emotions, and started from the beginning: "That year you said that your father was going to work in Guangdong, and you were going to go to Guangdong to study. I really don't know. You did it on purpose...Jiang Li, you did it on purpose." , right? Knowing that Sheng Qianling would come to me, he deliberately asked me to convey this to him so that he would not be able to find you. But he still left everything behind and searched everywhere in Guangdong like a headless chicken."

Jiang Li's heart throbbed when he heard it, and he didn't dare to refute, the soreness in his mouth hit him.

He took a quick sip of water, but it didn't help.

Chen Shushu said: "Sheng Qianling has been to all the cities in Guangdong Province, big cities and small cities, and he has gone to all the ballrooms with snooker. He said that you will not give up snooker, even if you give up him , you can play too."

Sheng Qianling was right.

After Jiang Li left Wuhan, he returned to Jiangling, borrowed half a year from high school and got into a university with the lowest score. He never participated in campus activities, and spent all his spare time in a small ball room with only one snooker table.

"There are a total of [-] prefecture-level cities in Guangdong. There are no less than ten snooker ballrooms in each city. He went to each house to ask and searched for each house. In order to find you, he fell out with his family and even when he was sick. He refused to go back. At the most serious time at the end of the year, he contracted a viral flu, became unconscious and caused other complications. That year my whole family was in Guangdong for the Chinese New Year. By the time I rushed there, he had already been sent to the emergency department. up.

"Jiang Li, as long as you have a little bit of conscience, you shouldn't be so selfish."

The word "selfish" was like a sharp sword, stabbing hard into Jiang Li's heart.

He was in a trance for a moment, as if he had to leave that year because he was "tired of playing and wanted to break up" and because he was "selfish".

And Sheng Qianling's serious illness was his "selfish" retribution.

The bitter taste in his mouth became more and more intense, so strong that he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did.

He forced himself to be calm and took out a lollipop from his trouser pocket, tore off the wrapper tremblingly, and stuffed the candy ball into his mouth.

It turned out that Sheng Qianling's words in the taxi, "I was dumped by my girlfriend that year, I searched frantically for a year but I couldn't find anyone, I couldn't play the ball, I was sick for a year" was really not out of thin air to win his sympathy on purpose, he was even just In an understatement, I summed up the exhaustion and darkness of that year.

Jiang Li always felt that Sheng Qianling didn't like him too much.

He seldom speaks frank love words. When he is a master or a boyfriend, it is all because of his own stalking.

He originally thought that after breaking up, Sheng Qianling might be depressed for a few days, but he wouldn't sink for himself.After all, he still has a brilliant dream and a golden life path.

And he himself will only become a vague past mistake in Sheng Qianling's memory.

Chen Shushu confided very freely, as if he was very satisfied with Jiang's obvious pain.

Or, the purpose of saying these heart-wrenching words is to make Jiang Li repent, so that he can enjoy the pleasure of revenge.

He was originally Jiangli's best brother, but in the past six years, he has been in frequent contact with Sheng Qianling.

It was so frequent that at a certain moment, he sympathized with Sheng Qianling's pain, and developed hatred for Jiang Li's desperate deception and concealment.

But at the end of the talk, Chen Shushu himself couldn't help but turn his eyes red.

He said: "Jiang Li, I don't know why you want to be a scumbag and insist on breaking up with him. I only know that he finally got up from the hospital bed and said that he wanted to return to Beijing and continue to play professionally. It was all because of you."

The sourness and bitterness in Jiang Li's mouth has spread to the whole body through nerve sensing.

He was biting the candy stick tightly, his fingers clenched into fists and he refused to let go.His skin was very white, his blood vessels were bulging when he was pinched, and his nails were clearly red and white.

Chen Shushu leaned closer to Jiangli, and happily stabbed Jiangli in the heart for the last time.

"Because, I told him, if you can't find you, go play professional games, win the championship, stand on the highest podium, let you see him, maybe one day you will change your mind and like him again."

Therefore, since the age of 20, Sheng Qianling has overcome obstacles all the way in professional competitions. From the World Youth Championships, to the British Championships, and then to the Wembley Masters, he took every step steadily and won the trophy every time. very high.

Jiang Li remembered that in his Douyin video collection, there was an interview Sheng Qianling gave when he won the Wembley championship.

During the interview, the reporter asked in English: "Why are you holding the trophy so high? Is it because you are too excited?"

Sheng Qianling answered in Chinese.

He said calmly, "I hope to be seen."

He didn't want to be seen by snooker fans all over the world. The object he omitted was always only one person.

River.

When Sheng Qianling came back with two baked Aolong, the two people at the table had stopped talking.

Jiangli's candy had been eaten, and the candy stick was thrown into the trash can under the table, without Sheng Qianling finding out.

The plate in front of Chen Shushu was still empty, he had an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes half-closed, lazy but happy.

Sheng Qianling didn't know what they were talking about, so he passed the plate over and gave them each a portion, then sat down and ate the cold soup he had brought earlier.

Chen Shushu returned to the yin and yang strangeness, and asked Sheng Qianling pointedly: "Master, April is the competition cycle of the World Snooker Championship, so why don't you go?"

Sheng Qianling glanced at Jiangli and saw that he was pale, cutting his head down and cutting the lobster meat, looking not interested, so he turned to answer Chen Shushu: "This year only the Shanghai Masters is arranged, the second half of the year."

"Oh——" Chen Shu's ending sounded very long, and he continued to prod: "Master, do you think ordinary people like me can learn snooker? If so, I will also worship you as a teacher. Don't worry, although I don't What a talent, but the victory lies in obedience."

It is self-evident to ridicule who is disobedient.

Jiang Li couldn't listen anymore, took out his mobile phone, looked up at Chen Shushu, and asked, "Do you want to add WeChat?"

Chen Shushu was even more aggressive, raised his face and looked at the river in contempt: "Don't add it, I'm not used to adding strangers on WeChat."

Jiang Li couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Shushu, you fucking enough is enough!"

Chen Shushu raised his eyebrows and fought back: "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Jiang Li put down his chopsticks, stood up "Teng", and said, "Let's go out and fight."

Outside the cafeteria door, Chen Shushu sneakily grabbed Jiang Li's hands, but suddenly leaned his head on his shoulder, the bravado that he had carried for a long time finally subsided, and said with red eyes: "Brother Li, you are really not a fucking thing."

Jiang Li didn't refute for a long time, he raised his head to look at the back of the corner of the restaurant, his throat was burnt by fire, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Yes."

Chen Shushu burst into tears, forbearing and heartbroken.

He choked up and said, "Brother Li, I regret sometimes, I regret telling you that the same sex can be together, I regret encouraging you to confess, I regret supporting you to be together. If it weren't for me, maybe you wouldn't be in such pain. "

Jiang Liyang put his arms around Chen Shushu's back, embracing the friendship he gave up more than six years ago, his eyes were red.

He said, "No, Dashu, I want to thank you."

Chen Shushu was sobbing, as if he had just calmed down from the ups and downs of reuniting with Jiangli.

He backed away a few steps, wiped away his tears, snatched Jiang Li's cell phone silently, forced Jiang Li to unlock it, and added his WeChat.

With her hair messed up and her face messed up, Chen Shushu didn't want to go into the restaurant again to embarrass herself, so she said, "Brother Li, then I'll go back first, Xiaolian is pregnant, I'll go back and take care of her."

Jiang Li was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Okay, let's get back in touch."

"Ah."

After Chen Shushu left, Jiang Li returned to the dining table and sat down as if nothing had happened.

On the plate in front of him, there were some seafood that Sheng Qianling had prepared for him, and a piece of dessert that looked very good.

Seeing Jiang Li coming back alone, Sheng Qianling asked, "He left?"

Jiang Li responded casually and said, "I can't win a fight, so I ran away."

Sheng Qianling didn't expose his lies, but he felt that Jiang Li had regained some of the youthful spirit he hadn't seen for many years, and couldn't help but soften his heart a little.

Jiang Li casually took a few bites of the food in front of him, and put down his chopsticks.

Sheng Qianling didn't have much appetite either, so he didn't eat half of the pasta.

The two finished their meal and went back to the room together.

It was already dark, and all the lights on the riverside were turned on. Looking out through the clean viewing window, the galaxy was shining, and the Qingchuan Bridge in the distance was bent like a moon under the cover of night.

The night view of Jiangcheng never disappoints.

Jiang Li took a few more glances, recalling the time when he and Sheng Qianling went to the river beach to watch the lights.

At that time, Sheng Qianling asked him if he had thought about their future.

At that time, Jiang Li really hadn't thought about it, but the current situation was never in his assumptions.

After sitting in the car for a long time, both of them were a little tired.

Especially when meeting Chen Shushu at night, Jiang Li spent a lot of energy.Jiang Li changed into slippers, took a set of pajamas, and said to Sheng Qianling, "Rest early today, and go to Yellow Crane Tower early tomorrow."

Sheng Qianling stood quietly by the window admiring the night view. Hearing the words, he turned his head and looked at the river quietly, and let out a "hmm".

Jiang Li quickly came out of the shower, wiped the water off his feet, chose the bed next to the door, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

He rested his head on the pillow, and the words Chen Shushu said to him tonight echoed in his ears.

Sheng Qianling's past mentioned in a few words was like thunder with strong stamina, shaking his heart ache.

He didn't know how to deal with the current relationship with Sheng Qianling. He didn't get out of his habitual avoidance, and he didn't dare to take a step forward. He was worried about hurting others and himself, and making the hard-working peace turn into a mess. .

Sheng Qianling held his pajamas and stood beside Jiangli's bed, wanting to have a few words with him, but seeing that his face was half covered and he refused to talk, he had no choice but to turn around and go into the bathroom.

Jiang Li couldn't fall asleep, so he played with his phone for a while, watched a few snooker videos in his favorites, and when he heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom stopped, he quickly put away his phone, curled up, and lay on his side facing the wall, pretending to have passed away. Fall into light sleep.

A minute later, there was the sound of light footsteps.

Sheng Qianling reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, and then closed most of the fully open viewing curtains, dimming the light in the room.

Jiang Li closed his eyes tightly, his mouth was sore and bitter, he wanted to eat sweets but he didn't dare to make a movement, so he had to maintain this position and pretended to sleep until midnight.

Tomorrow we are going to visit the Yellow Crane Tower. What about after the visit?

Parted ways with Sheng Qianling, one headed west and the other went north, as Sheng Qianling said in WeChat before, won't you bother him again.

Or should he be given a chance to know the truth, tell the whole story of the grievances he suffered that year and that month, and prove that he is not as "selfish" and "not a thing" as Chen Shushu said?

Jiang Li couldn't figure out these thoughts.

He gave up once six years ago, and he is still stuck in a dilemma.

The night was getting darker and the air was getting colder.

Although the room has a constant temperature wall, it cannot resist the thin coolness in the early morning.

Suddenly there was a soft whimper in the room: "Jiangli."

At first, Jiang Li thought he heard it wrong, blinked in the dark, and didn't move.

But soon there was a second sound, this time it was a more panicked "Lili".

Jiang Li was startled, and quickly turned towards Sheng Qianling.

The window was mostly blocked by the blinds, and only a ray of moonlight peeked through the gap.This ray of light was dim, unable to illuminate in the dark, but it was enough for Jiangli to see Sheng Qianling's face clearly.

Sheng Qianling's breathing suddenly became short of breath, and his expression was painful, as if he was in a deep quagmire.

He yelled "Lili" again in a hoarse voice, his whole body was stiff, and panic appeared on his face, as if someone had strangled his neck and couldn't move at all.

Jiang Li was frightened, quickly opened the quilt, ran barefoot to Sheng Qianling's bedside, reached out to hold his palm, but found that his palm was cold, exuding a penetrating chill.

Jiang Li didn't know what kind of nightmare Sheng Qianling had, so he didn't dare to wake him up forcefully, so he knelt down beside his bed eagerly, and softly called out, "Brother Ling, Brother Ling...don't scare me..."

Sheng Qianling's condition is getting worse and worse.

His face was pale by the moonlight, his lips were pale and bloodless, with a look of fear and bewilderment, helplessness and fragility.Like a Barbie doll in a bubble, as soon as you touch it, it will disappear without a trace.

Jiang Li's heart was about to break, he held Sheng Qianling's cold hand tightly, trying to give him some warmth.

But to no avail.

Sheng Qianling was struggling in a terrified dream, his chest heaved sharply, he seemed unable to sense the real world, he refused to wake up, and willingly fell into the dream of phantom rebirth, fragmented.

Jiang Li didn't know what to do, and kept calling "Brother Ling" softly in his ear, trying to wake him up.

Every time Sheng Qianling yelled "Lili", the expression on his face became more painful.

It seemed that he had suffered great torture in his dream and was about to be entangled to death.

At a certain moment, he seemed to finally be unable to bear the extreme pressure, and suddenly woke up from the nightmare, trembling all over his body, his eyes seemed to be fogged up, and he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly.

Jiang Li held him tightly, leaned close to his face, and called him extremely uncomfortable: "Brother Ling..."

After a long period of slowing down of consciousness, Sheng Qianling gradually withdrew from the dream.

He slowly got used to the darkness in the room, and then said like a survivor: "Lili, did you scare you?"

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Li continued to kneel beside Sheng Qianling, and asked anxiously and heartbrokenly, "Brother Ling, what's wrong with you?"

In the dark night, Sheng Qianling's hoarse voice was particularly fragile, like loose strings on a violin.

He said: "It's a nightmare, it's okay, I'm used to it."

Jiang Li was shocked.

In other words, Sheng Qianling's sleeping state is not once or twice.

His heart was hoisted high, and the bitter taste in his mouth swept across the sky and covered the whole body of blood.

It turned out that after breaking up for so many years, he was not the only one who was tortured.

When he didn't know, in a place he didn't know, Sheng Qianling, who he thought would live well, was trapped in such an abyss dream for a long time, unable to escape the invasion of nightmare.

However, the root of all this is because of his phrase "I'm tired of playing, let's break up".

Sheng Qianling sat up very slowly, turned on a reading light on the bedside table, and said, "Lili, can you get me some medicine, it's on the outside of my bag."

Jiang Li sniffed quickly, jumped out of bed, found Sheng Qianling's bag on the sofa next to him, and took out a small white round-capped medicine bottle from the outermost compartment.

Take a look at a place with strong light, and it says "A, Pu, Zol, Lun, Tablet" on it.

In the explanatory text, Jiang Li saw several explanatory words that made him worry - "Anti-anxiety", "Anti-depression", "Anti-fear", "Hypnotic".

Jiang Li's heart tightened suddenly, he raised the medicine bottle and threw it on the sofa vigorously, and returned to Sheng Qianling's side empty-handed.

He knelt down on the carpet beside Sheng Qianling's bed, his face was already wet with tears.Behind the reading light, his shadow was drawn long, light, thin and broken.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, very soft but urgent: "Brother Ling, do you still like my butt? Let's do it, shall we?"

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