Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li often felt that there should be two souls living in a person's body.

They usually coexist peacefully without interfering with each other, and are called the two sides of human beings by writers and screenwriters of literature and art.

If this theory is true, then he is certain that one of his souls died in the winter of 2014.

He didn't even have time to watch a heavy snowfall in Wuhan.

The other soul has since then been alone and celibate, dependent on the body like a walking corpse, spending its young life wantonly.

I don't know which day, it will dry up by itself, decaying like a dead flower.

And he had waited a long time for that day.

Because he knew that the most brilliant and brightest time in his life had already passed.

From the winter that started and ended in a hurry that year, to him, every remaining day was just an unused picture book, pale and clean, without any color.

When the last page of the picture book is turned, it is time for the remaining soul to perish.

Jiang Li felt that he had never been afraid.

But at this time, the painter in his memory who had given him a short-lived splendor opened his picture album, wanting to add colorful touches to his life, which made his consciousness blurred.

It was so blurry that I couldn't quickly reflect whether this was a dream or reality.

Because he has had such a dream too many times.

The beginning is always good, affectionate and soft.But the ending is scary and frightening.

Every time he woke up, what remained in his heart was unquenchable fear.

Because at the end of the dream, the man would always ask him in a hoarse voice: "Lili, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

To play with me on purpose and then dump me, right?

Jiang Li was stiff all over, moving his dry lips, trying to explain that I didn't, I didn't play with you——

However, saying this does not change the fact that he abandoned the other party.It is also impossible to go back in time, back to before Jiang Haijun hit the McLaren sports car with a steel thorn and was forced to sell the house for compensation.

Seeing that Jiang Li hadn't responded for a long time, Sheng Qianling let go of Jiang Li's body slightly, and looked down at his face.

He still had the same handsome and good-looking face as before, with the long and narrow eyelashes drooping slightly, revealing the faint mole at the corner of his left eye.

It's just that when there is no smile in Taohua's eyes, it is inexplicably a little more cold and unkind.

It is close at hand, but it rejects people thousands of miles away.

Sheng Qianling called him by name: "Lili?"

Jiang Li raised his eyes calmly, without any panic.He seemed to stay out of it, watching all this with cold eyes, and didn't want to hand over his blank album.

Sheng Qianling didn't wait for an answer, and refused to let go of Jiang Li, he still held him in his arms and asked repeatedly: "Li Li, like me again, okay?"

Jiang Li's expression remained unchanged, he raised his dark eyes and said expressionlessly, "Not good."

Sheng Qianling was very injured, his fair face became paler and his eyelids drooped quickly, as if he was hiding a sudden sadness.

He said, "What did you like about me before?"

After finishing speaking, I asked myself and answered: "Do you like how I play well? I have won all other world championships except the World Championships. Do you like my face? The appearance of me and Shi has not changed much. I still like me I've got abs now, Riri, and I'm in better shape than I was before."

Occasionally passers-by pass by in the corridor of the VIP room at the airport.

The two men with tall stature and outstanding appearance attracted people's attention, not to mention that one of them was hugged tightly by the other, which made people look back frequently.

Jiang Li has long felt that it doesn't matter, whether he is gay or not, whether he is understood or respected by others, is not a big thing to care about.

He was alive, and he didn't care about the eyes of others.

But Sheng Qianling couldn't do it. He was a professional snooker player who often appeared on camera, and he was a well-known public figure.

So, Jiang Li said, "Let go of me first."

Sheng Qianling refused.

He was afraid that once he let go, Jiang Li would run away again.

Jiang Li had no choice but to raise his head and look at Sheng Qianling, explaining: "I bought some goods in the past few days, I didn't run away. I dropped my phone on the train, and I just got it today."

Sheng Qianling was dubious, but still relaxed the strength of his arms, and slowly released Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took two steps back, and answered Sheng Qianling's question seriously: "I used to really like your skills, your face, and your figure, but I don't like it now."

Sheng Qianling was a little anxious, Jiang Li answered the words just after he finished speaking: "Then I--"

"Sheng Qianling," Jiang Li didn't really want to discuss this with him at the airport, so he interrupted, "Your plane is delayed."

Sheng Qianling didn't even buy a ticket to return to Beijing at [-] o'clock tonight, he just wanted to take a gamble and see if Jiang Li would come to see him before he left.

When the lie was exposed, he didn't appear flustered, but responded in a timely manner: "There are no tickets today, so I'd better go to Jiangling County first."

Jiang Li glanced at him with a carefree expression, and then looked away lightly.

He turned around and walked out of the airport, his body, which had been stiff from running before, recovered a little bit of blood.

Jiang Li walked to the taxi waiting area outside the airport to take a taxi, and Sheng Qianling followed closely behind him at a distance of two steps.

Jiang Li glanced sideways, saw the shirt and trousers Sheng Qianling was wearing, and secretly felt that he hadn't changed at all in all these years, and he still liked formal clothes so much.

The sky has long since dimmed, and the pitch-black sky is like an upside-down net covering the gloomy world.

There were not many people outside the airport, and the taxis lined up, gliding slowly through the dedicated lane.The lights on both sides of the road are like stars, winding into a winding river.

Jiang Li raised his hand to hail a taxi, got in from the right rear, and leaned against the right rear door.

Generally, the left rear door of a taxi cannot be opened. His intention was obvious, and he hoped that Sheng Qianling could sit in the front.

But Sheng Qianling held the car door on the right rear with his hand, bent over to look at him, and said softly, "Li Li, go over."

Jiang Li wanted to refuse, but at this time the taxi behind had already taken passengers, so he honked his horn impatiently to express his urging.

He had no choice but to move his buttocks and moved a position inside, letting Sheng Qianling bow in.

The taxi quickly pulled out of the airport corridor and slid into the wide road.

There are many shadows on both sides of the road, and the street lights are like fireflies. It is impossible to see the distant scenery clearly, but Jiang Li still looks out of the window stubbornly, and the fog in his eyes is so thick that it cannot be opened.

He knew Sheng Qianling was watching him.

It seems that after saying "Li Li, I miss you" in WeChat, Sheng Qianling showed his emotions and love more unscrupulously, without hiding it, so straightforward that it was unbearable.

Sheng Qianling was not such a person before.

He is reserved and reserved, even though he has been tempted by Jiang Li for a long time, he kept restraining himself, and tried several times to suppress Jiang Li with snooker par, or to suppress his own heart.

Jiang Li actually never thought that they would meet again, after all, he made a deliberate noise and announced to the world that he was about to transfer to a high school in Guangdong.

I didn't expect to meet again in this remote central town.

He had the intention of not seeing him until he died, and he didn't feel the slightest regret or remorse for his cowardice.

Seeing him staring out the window in a daze, Sheng Qianling reached out and pulled Jiang Li's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Li, talk to me."

Jiang Li withdrew his gaze, already calming down his emotions.

He looked at Sheng Qianling calmly, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, and asked, "What do you want to talk about, brother Ling?"

Sheng Qianling was startled when he heard this title, which had not been used for more than six years.

He stared at Jiang Li in disbelief, trying to figure out his true mood when he called out this name from his expression.

But all he saw was a frank face.

It seems to be the kind of fearlessness after completely letting go of the past.

This made Sheng Qianling flustered, and unconsciously leaned a little towards the river, slightly parting his lips, trying to continue what he hadn't finished talking outside the VIP lounge at the airport.

Jiang Li, however, lifted the weight lightly: "Brother Ling, how have you been these few years?"

Sheng Qianling's emotions were hard to calm down, but his consciousness was unconsciously drawn by the river.

He said bluntly, "Not good."

Jiang Li's heart suffocated, and then he swallowed his throat calmly, as if asking casually: "Why? The professional competition is going well, why is it not good?"

Jiang Li felt a bit like a psychopath.

On the one hand, he suppressed his emotions and refused to take half a step towards Sheng Qianling, but like a devil bewitching him, he lured Sheng Qianling to say what he wanted to hear.

So, Sheng Qianling spoke softly as he wished.

"I was dumped by my partner that year. I searched frantically for a year but couldn't find anyone. I couldn't play the ball. I was sick for a year."

He picked out heart-pricking words and turned them into sharp knives to stab Jiang Li's heart.

He just wanted to see if Jiang Li was really that heartless. After sending out such a breakup message, he didn't even give him a chance to defend himself, and disappeared into the vast crowd without hearing from him.

Jiang Li's heart was stabbed in pain, bloody, and the pain spread from his chest to his whole body, so that he had to use greater concentration to stabilize his expression.

In his scattered thoughts, he suddenly remembered what Zhuo Yunfeng said when he introduced Sheng Qianling.

"Officially became a professional golfer and won the World Youth Championship at the age of 20."

In other words, the middle 19-year-old year is blank.

Now, Sheng Qianling told him calmly that he was abandoned by his partner that year, he couldn't find him, he couldn't play ball, and he was sick for a whole year.

Jiang Li's throat was bitter, and a familiar stimulus came over him.

He subconsciously fumbled for his pocket, and snatched out a sweet orange-flavored lollipop from his trouser pocket, unpacked it a few times, and stuffed the candy ball into his mouth.

The sweetness spread, and Jiang Li's throbbing heartbeat gradually subsided.

The taxi driver who had been driving quietly in the front row suddenly joined the conversation.

He briefly glanced at the two people in the back row from the rearview mirror, then continued to look at the road ahead, and sighed: "The young man is so handsome, and he will be dumped by his partner. What kind of girl is this, so cruel?" heart of."

Jiang Li: "..."

Two seconds later, he heard Sheng Qianling answer the taxi driver: "Well, he is very cruel. He may have fallen in love with someone else, so he gave up on me."

Jiang Li subconsciously raised his voice and blurted out: "I didn't—"

After a moment of shock, Jiang Li wandered back to his senses with a sugar ball in his mouth, and quickly stopped talking.

Sheng Qianling pointed out something, and asked in a low voice: "What do you have?"

Jiang Li took out the lollipop from his mouth, squeezed it like a cigarette, and said with a frown, "I'm not interested in hearing what you say."

Changed tone hastily, lacking confidence.

The car galloped on the Shagong Expressway leading to Jiangling County, and soon turned a rounded bend, got off the expressway, and got on the Jingjian First-Class Highway.

Familiar streets of the county town lay before his eyes, and the lonely evening wind blew in through the slightly opened glass and brushed against Jiang Li's cheeks, making him sober.

The driver slowed down and asked the two people in the backseat who had a strange atmosphere: "Where to stop?"

Jiang Li answered first: "Send him to Huayue Hotel on Jiangling Avenue first, and then go to Jiangling No. [-] Middle School."

Jiang Li was like a bright mirror in his heart, knowing that Sheng Qianling hadn't checked out at all, because he didn't even have any luggage and followed him back empty-handed.

But Sheng Qianling always felt that he didn't finish talking tonight, and he didn't want to go to the hotel alone to sleep, so he refuted Jiang Li's words: "We all go to Jiangling No. [-] Middle School."

"Sheng Qianling," Jiang Li became more serious, "It's getting late, you should go back and have a good rest, and we'll talk tomorrow if you have anything to do."

Sheng Qianling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes unconsciously revealed resistance and doubt.

He is like a frightened bird. After being thrown in the river twice, he dare not easily believe the words "we will talk about it tomorrow".

In the night, he took off his exquisite disguise, revealing a distressing loneliness, and stared directly at the river with a pair of dark and soft eyes.

Jiang Li finally relented and said, "I won't run away."

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