Qianli Jiangling

The plane was still parked steadily, and several other guests in the business class were boarding.

Jiang Li nestled into the brown leather seat with a guilty conscience, shrank his head, and pretended to enjoy the scenery outside through the small window.

I don't really want to answer Sheng Qianling's question.

There was only an armrest of less than [-] centimeters between the two business seats. Even though Jiang Li shrank into a corner like a quail, Sheng Qianling stretched out his hand and pulled the person over without any effort.

Sheng Qianling's expression was cold and silent, his eyes were cold and hard, and he pressed his voice and asked again: "Jiang Li, answer me."

Jiang Li's face was a little hot, and he moved his lips unconsciously. He didn't dare to look at Sheng Qianling, so he could only look at the small table in front of him to cover up.

Sheng Qianling's hand firmly grasped his arm, and the heat from his palm was transferred to his skin through the fabric of the clothes.

Jiang Li decided to change the subject: "Brother Ling, you are so fierce, I won't go with you if you are so fierce."

"It's useless to act like a baby." Sheng Qianling pierced him mercilessly, "Tell me the truth."

Jiang Li begged for mercy with peachy eyes, and called Brother Ling, but Brother Ling seemed to be very angry. The gentleness that could be seen at any time in recent days was restrained and replaced by a suppressed anger.

Seeing that Jiang Li refused to say anything, Sheng Qianling said to himself: "It takes only five or six hours to go from Heilongjiang to Hainan, and it takes six to seven hours to go from Shanghai to Tibet. What kind of itinerary requires more than thirty people? Hours? Jiangli, which country did you go to?"

Being forced to ask this question, I have to admit it if I don’t admit it.

Jiang Li's heart thumped, he straightened his legs, and replied confidently without reason: "England, you ask the question knowingly."

Sheng Qianling's eyes flickered, and he leaned close to Jiang Li's face with a sense of oppression, and continued, "To Yorkshire? Or Sheffield."

Jiang Li was enveloped by Sheng Qianling's powerful aura and had nowhere to hide, so he raised his face and told the truth in one breath: "They're all gone! There's still London, are you satisfied?"

Sheng Qianling's eyes froze, and he was stunned for a moment.

The chest rises and falls, and the breathing gradually becomes rapid.

He was a little uncertain, but gradually tightened his grip on Jiang Li, and asked slowly, "Are you all watching my game?"

Jiang Li went all out, looking straight back at Sheng Qianling, in the space of the business seat, like a puppy with a blown hair, and said: "Otherwise? Go out to meet foreign girls? Or find foreign gays?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

He didn't relax a bit because of Jiang Li's coquettish words, but the heaviness, annoyance, distress, and regret in his heart came alternately, controlling his emotions.

Now that he had opened his mouth, Jiang Li simply finished his sentence: "You went out to play the British Championships in the first year. I was at the Barbican Center in Yorkshire, England. I took a plane from Wuhan to Birmingham, and changed planes in Shanghai and Frankfurt. The total cost The next year I went to London to play the Wembley Masters, and I took a plane from Wuhan to London. I changed planes twice in the middle, and it took another [-] hours. In the next two years, you Playing the World Championships, and Sheffield in Yorkshire, I went there twice. How is it, am I good or not?"

Jiang Li's spoken English is very poor, not even as good as some primary school students in early education classes.

Sheng Qianling didn't know how he managed to fly to England for four consecutive years without ever traveling far and without speaking the language.

He guessed that Jiang Li might have suffered a lot, finding passers-by to ask for directions in his stuttered English, or relying on a mobile phone translator to search for those few remote snooker venues in a foreign country where he was unfamiliar and helpless. .

He also had to sneak around in the arena and do a good job of keeping it secret, so as not to let himself recognize him.

Sheng Qianling's heart was like a huge wave on the surface of the sea, which made him feel that the river in front of him was a little unreal.

Many past events that were deliberately suppressed were automatically connected in series, and scenes emerged in his mind.

Jiang Li in his youth was always truthful and frank.

He never hides his desires, always tells the truth, and will do everything he can to get what he wants.

Therefore, when Sheng Qianling received the breakup text message, he had no doubt that Jiang Li was really tired of playing.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

He abandoned himself, but kept his black T-shirt, bought Xiaojie's Potts pole, left behind his Barbie doll, and went to England to watch his games.

Sheng Qianling remembered that some time ago, when Jiang Li was short of money and was about to embark on the road of gambling, he once asked Jiang Li where all the money was spent.

But Jiang Li said, who would think that money is too little.

Looking at it this way, it all makes sense.

Going to the UK once, even if you buy a slightly cheaper connecting ticket, the round trip will cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Once I went to the river, it was four times.

No wonder a few days ago at Xiehe Hospital, Jiang Li would say, "I had no money to go to Singapore at that time."

It means that there is money later.

It means that he has been to all the competition venues later.

Sheng Qianling's face was pale, his anger was still there, and a few traces of pain were added.

He grasped Jiangli hard, the tip of his nose almost touched Jiangli's face, resisting the surging emotions, and asked word by word: "Then why, did you say you were tired of playing with me back then?"

Jiang Li: "..."

Jiang Li didn't want to push this topic away.

Many things have passed, and it is futile to mention them again. Nothing can be changed, but it will add to sorrow.

But he couldn't tell another lie, and he didn't want Sheng Qianling to suffer again because of this reason for breaking up.

That would make him even more miserable.

The atmosphere became intense and somewhat embarrassing.

Jiang Li's cold and white face was flushed with excitement, his eyelids were drooping, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he stubbornly refused to speak again.

Just then the radio on the plane rang, interrupting the awkward silence between the two.

The business class staff came over and gently reminded them that the plane was about to take off and asked them to fasten their seat belts.

Only then did Sheng Qianling let go of Jiang Li's hand, leaned back in his seat, and finally said wearily, "Li Li, I want to wait for you to fully open up to me."

Jiang Li lowered his head, suppressing the soreness in the corners of his eyes.

A short voyage passed quickly.

More than three hours later, the plane landed in the capital, and Sheng Qianling led the people off the plane to pick up their luggage.

Along the way, Sheng Qianling was still unsmiling, as if he had returned to the aloof and dignified look he had when we first met.

Jiang Li thought that he was angry because he refused to confess, and he was also a little depressed, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

After walking a long way, he suddenly stopped and didn't go away.

Sheng Qianling was actually listening closely to Jiangli's footsteps, and seeing that there was no sound from the side, he quickly stopped and looked back at Jiangli.

Seeing Jiang Li holding the box and standing still, he had no choice but to walk back a few steps and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Li was irritable for no reason, or maybe it was because the prosperity of the capital made him flustered, so his words were a little cold: "Sheng Qianling, if you want to use cold violence to retaliate against me, then I will buy a plane ticket and go back now."

If he can say it, he can do it.

Sheng Qianling was stunned for a moment, only to realize that his distress was regarded as anger, and quickly coaxed: "Li Li, I'm sorry, I didn't violently force you. I was just angry with myself."

He looked extremely sad, obviously it was such a happy day, his beloved boyfriend came to Beijing with him.

But when he thought of the injuries and hardships Jiang Li had suffered, he felt that there was no way to forgive himself.

When Jiang Li heard Sheng Qianling's habitual apology, a bitter taste came to his mouth.

He curled his lips, lowered his voice, and said, "Brother Ling, let's turn over the past, okay?"

Sheng Qianling stood quietly for a while with the cue in his hand, and answered irrelevant questions: "Let's go, the car I ordered is outside."

It took about an hour from the airport to Sheng Qianling's home.

During this hour, Jiang Li didn't say much.

He was a little tired and a little hungry, resting on Sheng Qianling's shoulder without much energy.

Sheng Qianling rubbed his fingertips over Jiang Li's face slowly, and said softly, "We're almost home."

The car drove into the brightly lit city center, passed through the bustling streets, entered a quiet neighborhood, and stopped in front of a tall building.

Sheng Qianling got out of the car first, and he took Jiangli's suitcase and put it on the ground before taking his handbag and cue.

Jiang Li stood beside him, silently holding the handle of the box, and walked up together with him.

This place is very strange, the air is very dry, and there is a coolness different from that in the south.

But Jiang Li inexplicably felt very comfortable.

Sheng Qianling's house is on the 17th floor, the one on the east end.

He stood at the door to enter the fingerprint lock, entered the main page, and pulled Jiang Li's finger before entering the door, and recorded his fingerprints.

Jiang Li was very cooperative, standing quietly by the side and letting him play around.

After recording the fingerprints, Sheng Qianling opened the door and let Jiang Li go in first.

Two pairs of slippers had been placed in the entrance, and the aroma of food wafted from the spacious living room.

Startled, Jiang Li raised his eyes and looked over, but saw no one.

Sheng Qianling put down his things, put his arms around Jiang Li's waist, and pressed him against the entrance to kiss.

The emotions that had been suppressed all the way, dissipated immediately when they touched Jiang Li's soft lips, leaving only the tenderness that made the heart beat faster.

The kiss came so suddenly that Jiang Li was unprepared.

He was pressed down and unable to move, so he raised his face to respond to Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling liked how well-behaved he was, so he sucked it like a reward, and stretched out his tongue to sweep across his teeth.

The two exchanged breaths on their lips, sharing their breath and warmth with each other.

Jiang Li was kissed on the head, his body reacted, and his teeth murmured a few times, like a poor puppy begging its master for more love.

Sheng Qianling seemed to have had enough of his lips, let him go, touched his soft buttocks, and said with satisfaction: "Hey, let's eat first."

Jiang Li: "..."

Walking in from the porch, Jiang Li saw the whole picture of the house.

According to the house type, it should be more than 100 square meters. The living room and dining room are not too big. The mood is bright.

Jiang Li found that the decoration of this house was very suitable for his own preferences, and he said curiously: "Brother Ling, I thought that urban elites like you would live in that kind of house with black, white and gray and indifferent."

Sheng Qianling asked instead, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Li nodded without hesitation.

Sheng Qianling didn't hide anything, and led Jiang Li to the kitchen, saying, "It was made according to your preference, go wash your hands and eat."

Jiang Li: "..."

During the time when he decided not to see Sheng Qianling for the rest of his life, Sheng Qianling silently created a self-deceiving dream for himself according to Jiang Li's aesthetics.

Jiang Li felt sour in his throat, he opened the door and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

There were four dishes on the table, Sheng Qianling asked the housekeeping aunt to cook them in advance.

The color is bright and the roast duck slices are neat.

Jiang Li sat down and silently ate something to fill his stomach.

He couldn't taste the taste, but he didn't want to waste Sheng Qianling's heart in preparing these delicacies, so he thanked: "Thank you Ling brother."

Sheng Qianling asked: "Can you taste it?"

Jiang Li shook his head.

Sheng Qianling said again: "I have a psychiatrist who treats my nightmares. I will take you to see him when I have time."

Since it was determined that Jiang Li's taste disorder was due to psychological reasons, he wanted to spare no effort to treat Jiang Li.

Jiang Li had no objection, and still nodded slightly.

After the meal, Sheng Qianling cleaned up the dishes, and then showed Jiang Li around the bedroom.

In addition to the kitchen and bathroom, there are three closed doors.

Sheng Qianling opened one of the doors, and it was his master bedroom. There was an extra-large bed in the room, covered with gray-blue bedding.Next to it is a wardrobe with a built-in design, which looks exquisitely designed, elegant and beautiful.

Sheng Qianling said, "Li, this half of the cabinet is empty, you can put your clothes here."

"it is good."

After seeing the master bedroom, the two went to the study next door.

This room is slightly smaller than the master bedroom. There is a row of bookshelves in it, which is also a streamlined design in orange and white. It is full of books, mostly works related to geometry and billiards, as well as some philosophical and literary works.

In front of the bookshelf is a large desk with a pure white desktop computer on it and a notebook with a lid on it.

The desktop is spotless, and the owner's good living habits can be seen.

Coming out of the study, Sheng Qianling paused, turned and walked towards the living room.

Jiang Li looked at the last closed door, and asked curiously, "Brother Ling, what about this one, why don't you introduce me?"

Sheng Qianling was silent for a few seconds, stepped on soft slippers and came over, stayed in front of that door for a few seconds, slowly pressed down on the doorknob, and pushed it open.

There was no light in the room, only the light coming from the living room.

Jiang Li casually touched the wall and turned on the light.He raised his eyes, and after only one glance, he was stared in place, unable to move any more.

The first thing you see is a huge color photo of the height of the wall.

In the photo, there is a boy with his back to the camera, standing under a mother-in-law tree covered with red wishing strips, looking up at Kazuki fluttering in the wind.

The boy turned his head sideways, revealing half of his fair face, and the light in his bent eyes surged, as if carrying all the afterglow and sunset that day.

He was wearing a pair of blue high school uniform sweatpants, with a smooth back, a slender waist, a nice hip line, and long and straight legs.

Under the photo is a tatami mat several feet thick, and a pillow is placed on the tatami mat, which shows the traces of someone sleeping on it.

There are several dolls of golden retriever puppies on it, of different sizes, lying messily on their stomachs.

On the wall directly opposite the photos, there is a row of glass shelves.

In one of the compartments was a well-rolled black belt with a transparent dust cover buckled on it.In the small grid next to the belt, squatted a small golden retriever puppy pendant, which was also covered with a dust cover.

In the corner of the room, there was an exquisite snooker cue, which was hung on a hanger, and beside it was a black leather cue box, which was exactly the same as the one used by Sheng Qianling.

Jiang Li held his heart tightly, his eyes flicked over every inch of the room, the sourness and bitterness in his mouth was stronger than ever before.

Moisture slid across his face, fell into the carpet under his feet, and crumbled into an invisible cloud.

Jiang Li turned his head tremblingly to see Sheng Qianling's face.

He wanted to say something, explain something, or recall something.

But nothing can be said.

Sheng Qianling was also moved, his fingers gripped the door hard until his knuckles protruded, revealing clear veins.

He followed to look at the photo on the wall that he secretly took many years ago, looked at the circle of wishing tape that Jiang Li was watching, and said very slowly: "Li Li, as you wish, I will love you crazily for the rest of my life. I won't let you go."

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