Qianli Jiangling

Chapter 17 Heather.

As usual, Jiang Li went to help the waiter set up the ball for a while when the ball room was busy.

After setting up, he sat on the edge of the No. 1 table, absent-mindedly watching the members match their shots.In fact, he didn't look into it at all, he was always thinking about Sheng Qianling's illness.

I went to play a game last night, and I was fine when I came back. It’s only been a day, so how could the wind be blowing so hard.

When is the wind blowing?It's already April, how can you catch a cold from the wind?

Jiang Li sat and pondered for a while, and the desire to see Sheng Qianling became stronger and stronger in his heart.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Sheng Qianling: "Brother Ling, are you in Jingyuan now?"

It took a while for the other end to reply: "Yes."

Jiang Li quickly put the phone away and stuffed it into the pocket of his school uniform, and waved to Pan Deng: "Boss Pan, I have to leave earlier."

Pan Deng was not surprised, and chewed the betel nut with his chin up, indicating that he understood.

Three minutes later, Jiang Li rushed to the gate of Jingyuan.

The gates of this community are strictly guarded, and outsiders do not have access control cards, so they cannot enter at all.

But this point is the peak time for homeowners to go home. Jiang Li silently stood a few meters away and looked at it for a while, then quickly took out his mobile phone and pretended to put it to his ear to make a call. Into the community.

After entering, he felt worried again, he didn't know which building or unit Sheng Qianling lived in.

He had no choice but to send a message to Sheng Qianling: "Then which household do you live in?"

Within a few seconds, he received a reply: "Building 3, 2902."

Jiang Li quickly found the location of Building 3, followed the same pattern and mixed into the building with other owners.

I didn't know that this community is very strange. When entering the elevator, I have to swipe the floor card again. I just press 29 and there is no response at all.

Jiang Li has never been to such a high-end building, and has never seen such a high-end elevator. He was a little anxious, but his face did not show at all. He turned his head and smiled and asked the owner next to him: "Beautiful sister, how did you get this?" ah?"

The lady was a little embarrassed, but she still smiled and said, "Elevator cards are different for each floor. I'm going to the 12th floor, so I can't help you swipe the card."

Jiang Li's mind was spinning quickly, he nodded and said, "Okay, then the 12th floor."

After reaching the 12th floor, Jiang Li followed slowly, followed the green "safety exit" sign to find the stairs, and then climbed up in one go.

The boy has long legs and is full of energy.

After climbing more than a dozen floors, his expression remained unchanged.

He knocked on the door of room 2902, took a step back, and waited for Sheng Qianling to come out.

Half a minute later, the door was pushed open, revealing Sheng Qianling's listless face.

He was wearing a black loose T-shirt with a white pattern on the chest.The pattern is simple, but reveals the elegance of careful drawing.Under the black T-shirt is a pair of cotton gray sweatpants, which loosely wrap the slender legs.The broken hair that always hangs down on the forehead was lifted up and pasted on the top of the head with a light blue hair patch, revealing the white and complete frontal bone.

Because of the illness, the cheeks on both sides were unnaturally red, white and pink, from light to deep, extremely bright.

But the facial features are still beautiful, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, straight nose and thin lips, all of which show the unscrupulous preference of the Creator.

Jiang Li was momentarily absent-minded.

Unexpectedly, he recalled the word he complimented passers-by just now—beautiful.

Sheng Qianling, who was ill, was so beautiful.

Sheng Qianling said first, "Why are you here?"

Only then did Jiang Li regain his senses, took a step forward, and said hastily, "I heard Mr. Pan said you were sick, so I wanted to come and see you."

Sheng Qianling was sick and not in any mood. He took a pair of slippers from the shoe rack and said, "Come in."

Jiang Li hurried in to change his shoes, and then walked in the direction of Sheng Qianling.

As soon as he entered the living room through the hallway, Jiang Li was shocked by the Barbie dolls in the room.

The living room is connected to the dining room. Except for the TV wall and the balcony where the projection screen is hung, the other walls are all made of transparent glass cabinets.The cabinets are separated by grids, and there is a Barbie doll in each grid.

Looking around, there are at least a few hundred of them, each of them is wearing skirts of various patterns and colors, or holding the sky with both hands, or standing alone on one foot, each of them looks noble and beautiful, like a noble princess.

Xu Shi noticed Jiang Li's astonishment, and Sheng Qianling explained: "They are all Xiaonuo's collections. Pan Xiaonuo is my uncle's daughter."

Jiang Li nodded, and added another question: "Then they don't live here now?"

Sheng Qianling said as he walked, "Xiao Nuo is now in junior high school. It's far away from here. Their family has moved to a new house over there in Wuhan Tiandi."

Jiang Li didn't know where "Wuhan Tiandi" was, so he didn't ask further.

At this time, Sheng Qianling returned to the sofa he was sitting on before, leaning on a big pillow, and continued to watch the video of the snooker game on the projector.

The video is playing a desperate fight between Higgins and Mark Selby in 2012.

Sheng Qianling curled up inside the Barbie doll in this room, as quiet as a lonely painting.

Jiang Li naturally sat down on the sofa next to Sheng Qianling, his eyes still looking at Sheng Qianling's face.

He asked, "Brother Ling, why are you sick?"

Sheng Qianling said casually, "It's normal for people to get sick all the time."

Jiang Li asked, "Have you taken any medicine?"

Sheng Qianling nodded.

Jiang Li thought of something, suddenly concentrated for a few seconds, and said cautiously: "Mr. Pan said that you caught a cold because of the wind. Is it because of the wind last night?"

Speaking of last night, Sheng Qianling's eyes finally had a little ripple, but it was fleeting.

He changed the focus in a flat voice: "It's normal to have a fever once a year or two, which means the body's immune system is working."

Jiang Li didn't remember at all that he fell asleep leaning on Sheng Qianling's shoulder last night, so he naturally didn't know that Sheng Qianling blocked him from the refreshing but cool river wind for 10 minutes.

But inexplicably, he felt guilty, and always felt that it was because of himself that Sheng Qianling got sick.

By coincidence, Jiang Li stretched out his hand and touched Sheng Qianling's forehead.

A little hot, but fortunately not too hot.

The palms and foreheads are in close contact, the cold sensation and the heat source are intertwined, and the temperature is transferred to each other.

The skin is white and delicate, and it is quite comfortable to touch, and I don't want to move my hand.

When Jiang Li came to his senses, he happened to meet Shang Sheng Qianling's slightly surprised eyes.

Jiang Li: "..."

Jiang Li felt a little guilty for a moment, quickly withdrew his hand, and said with a sneer, "Hey, Brother Ling, I'll just see how your burn is doing now."

Sheng Qianling gave a "hmm", straightened his head calmly, and continued watching TV.

After a long time, Sheng Qianling felt that Jiang Li's gaze was still on his face, turned to look at him again, and asked, "Jiang Li, what are you still looking at?"

The man in Jiangli couldn't hide his words, and when Sheng Qianling asked him this question, he sincerely sighed: "Brother Ling, I was not convinced at first, but I always thought I was more handsome than you. But now I see it, I am really convinced. You are so beautiful Yes, beautiful—”

It was so beautiful that he got stuck.

Sheng Qianling heard it funny, raised the corners of his mouth and raised an arc, changed into a comfortable curled up position, and asked: "What."

Jiang Li is a scumbag, poor in Chinese, poor in descriptions and metaphors, except for remembering the passages of "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" that he was forced to recite, he couldn't find any other suitable embellishments.

He was stuck in the shell for a long time before choking out a sentence: "It's as beautiful as the Barbie doll in this room."

Sheng Qianling pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

Both of them had dinner and didn't need to practice ball, so there was nothing good to talk about in the same room.

Jiang Li simply leaned back on the sofa and followed Sheng Qianling to watch the replay of the game.On the way, he helped Sheng Qianling take his temperature, took another water, and then stayed quietly.

The two sat very close, the faint sound of breathing intertwined, looming when the video was muted.

Jiang Li was getting more and more absorbed in watching the game, and couldn't help turning his head, and said to Sheng Qianling, "Brother Ling, the wizard's control, where to hit and where to hit, is simply out of place."

Sheng Qianling has no energy, and because of illness, his voice is low and hoarse: "Are you envious?"

Jiang Li looked envious: "I'm very envious."

Sheng Qianling said, "I'll teach you when I recover."

The tone is calm, not bragging or showing off, and there is no desire to promote before suppressing, but to express objectively that he can also play Higgins's control.

Jiang Li became cheerful in a second, forgetting that Sheng Qianling was still sick, he opened his arms and put his arms around Sheng Qianling's shoulders, arched his forehead and smiled: "What good things have my ancestors done for eighteen generations? I know your master."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

He was out of spirits, and being shaken like this, he couldn't take it anymore, so he could only call him: "Jiangli."

"what?"

Sheng Qianling said, "Take your hands away."

"Oh."

Only then did he take his hand away.

Sheng Qianling was ill for a few days, Jiang Li went to Jingyuan to accompany him every day.

He already knew that Sheng Qianling lived alone in Pan Deng's house, and Pan Deng and the others never came here, so they became even more unscrupulous.

It's just that every time he came here, he didn't dare to run around, and would just sit obediently on the sofa and watch the game with Sheng Qianling.

It's Saturday, which happens to be the first day of the Qingming holiday this year.

Jiang Li woke up early and wanted to have breakfast with Sheng Qianling.

While getting dressed, Jiang Haijun just came out of the room.When the father and son met in the cramped living room, Jiang Haijun was taken aback for a moment, and asked in a vigorous voice, "You son of a bitch, what are you doing up so early?"

Jiang Haijun was always swearing, and treated his son very vulgarly.

After listening to it for so many years, Jiang Li got used to it, and actually answered seriously: "Go out to play with the little girl, and try to let you hug your grandson as soon as possible."

Jiang Haijun looked at Jiangli with cloudy eyes, knowing that he was talking poorly, he snorted coldly, and left with his shoulder pole.

When Jiang Li arrived at Jingyuan Community and came downstairs to Building No. 3, he inadvertently recalled the phrase "little girl" and couldn't help laughing.

Isn't Sheng Qianling who is sick just as beautiful as a little girl?

The two made an appointment to have breakfast together. Jiang Li didn't go upstairs, but stood near a peach blossom tree next to the building.

There are few people on weekend mornings, the air in Jingyuan is fresh, and occasionally there are a few birdsong.

However, Jiang Li soon smelled a strange smell coming from far and near, and followed the smell, only to realize that it was April in Wuhan again.

After a few minutes, Sheng Qianling came out of the building.

He was dressed in white clothes and black trousers, clean and refreshing, and his hair was specially washed and blown, and he returned to his usual cool and clear appearance.

As soon as Sheng Qianling came out, he also smelled the pungent smell in the air.

He frowned, smelled it a few times, and his expression gradually changed.Looking at Jiang Li's face again, seeing that he was as calm as usual, he calmed down a little and asked, "What is this smell?"

Jiang Li laughed wildly, completely naughty.

He said, "Heather flower, Brother Ling, don't you know what it is?"

Sheng Qianling shook his head.

Jiang Li refused to go into details, and signaled with his eyes: "Go to Baidu. Anyway, every year in the first ten days of April, the whole Wuhan smells like this."

Sheng Qianling was a little curious, took out his mobile phone and searched for the word "heather flower".

Halfway through, I was not sure which character "Nan" it was, so I asked Jiang Li.

Until he saw the explanation on the encyclopedia, he who has always been calm and self-sustaining, rarely got hot when he didn't have a fever.

Only then did Jiang Li come over, winking with a smile: "How is it, brother Ling? Do you think the heather flower smells like semen?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

The author says:

Thank you for saying "Xiao Qin is super sweet" yesterday, so let these four words be our secret code, okay?

Sometimes I won’t reply to all the messages, but if there are these four words in the message, I will try to reply to all of them——