Qianli Jiangling

Chapter 76 [Part 1] Let me be your candy.

In the past few years, Jiang Li has looked the same as before.

Still a yuppie who loves to laugh and is sunny from head to toe.Didn't drop out of school, didn't give up on snooker, and never once was sad because of the past.

But Jiang Haijun knew when he was still alive that Jiang Li carried a heavy psychological burden.

He blamed himself for the life dilemma of the father and son, blamed himself for all the unsatisfactory life, and hid his purest heart in a dark corner, never to restart day.

And this letter undoubtedly stepped on the root of Jiang Li's pain precisely, and became Jiang Haijun's last salvation for him.

The relationship between father and son is weak, and they seem to have no family relationship. They always call themselves Laozi and greet each other's ancestors with extremely difficult words.

But the relationship between father and son is the strongest, they are fused into the flesh and blood, intertwined and rooted, becoming a fierce collision between life and death in this world, and they have lived together for more than 20 years.

Jiang Haijun knew Jiangli too well.

He knew that Jiang Li would bear everything and force himself to live with guilt, so he left such a suicide note just when he was diagnosed with lung cancer and could write, to do the last thing for his son.

Jiang Li is most afraid of pain, but fate makes him feel pain.

He cried so much that his whole body couldn't stop shaking, and the tears gushed out wave after wave like a bank bursting from his eye sockets.

The long eyelashes are full of teardrops, the nose is red, the face is full of tears, the pale skin is flushed with a layer of blush, and the whole person looks broken.

He hadn't cried like this for a long, long time.

There should be four years, or more.It's been so long that he's used to being a mature man who can't shed blood and sweat.

His tears turned into floods, bit by bit breaking down the psychological dams he had built up over the years.

Jiang Haijun's letter was like a lever, lifting the boulder weighing on his heart, allowing him to take a long breath in the cramped living space.

Seeing Jiang Li crumbling from crying, Sheng Qianling hugged him tightly in distress.

The two bodies touched, Jiang Li's face pressed against Sheng Qianling's warm abdomen, smelling the breath of greed in the dream, like a fish swimming in a pond returning to its old abyss, and a bird returning to the forest.

He stretched his arms around Sheng Qianling's waist, tears dripped onto Sheng Qianling's clothes, he was out of breath from crying, and called him with sobs: "Brother Ling."

"I'm here."

"I don't have a father."

"I love you for him."

Jiang Li cried again.

At the end of crying, he fell into a brief coma as if he was dehydrated.His whole body was weak, his neck was limp, and he didn't even have the strength to lean on Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling hugged Jiangli with one hand, and casually packed up the scattered letters and cloth bags with the other, then passed his hand through Jiangli's knees, picked him up horizontally, and walked to the opposite room.

In the opposite room, Sheng Qianling was sleeping, the quilt was neatly folded, and the sheets were not wrinkled at all.

Sheng Qianling put Jiang Li on the words "Flowers Bloom Wealth", took off his shoes and socks for him, and started to untie his black trousers.Then he stretched out his hand, spread out the quilt, and covered Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was extremely tired.

It seems that the shoulders are heavy, and I walked a long, long way alone, and the soles of my feet were worn out. When I could no longer move forward and was about to fall, I fell into a warm embrace.

Smelling the pleasant fragrance on the quilt, Jiang Li's tense nerves and brain were relieved, his breathing slowed down, inhaled and exhaled at a uniform speed, curled up into a ball, and fell into a deep sleep with the quilt in his arms.

Sheng Qianling didn't go anywhere, moved a chair and sat by the bed, and stared at Jiang Li's face openly for three hours.

The weather was gloomy during the day, but in the evening, the sun slowly appeared.

The clouds outside the window are very thin, pieces, pieces, floating in the sky.The setting sun illuminates half of the sky, and the afterglow from near to far is like a warm color system with gradually lighter colors on the palette.

Jiang Li woke up from a deep sleep, and in the dim light, he saw Sheng Qianling's face beside the bed.

He thought he was dreaming, his sleepy eyes flashed, and he confirmed with a soft voice: "Brother Ling?"

After sitting for so long, Sheng Qianling didn't feel tired at all.

His expression softened, his eyes were light, and he replied softly: "I am here."

Jiang Li fell asleep, his whole body became unobstructed, and the blood flow speeded up.

He supported the bed with his hands, sat up slowly, and asked Sheng Qianling with blank but clear eyes: "What time is it?"

Sheng Qianling pressed the button on the phone on the bedside table and said, "It's 42:[-] p.m.."

Jiang Li let out an "oh", scratched his messy sleeping hair with his hands, lifted the quilt, fished out the socks and trousers at the end of the bed, put them on, and walked back to the room where Jiang Haijun slept in before.

The urn was still on the table, the residual heat had dissipated, and it was completely cold.

A person who used to be as tall as a mountain has since disappeared from the world, hiding in this small sandalwood box, and ending his hard-working life.

Jiang Li carried the box and walked downstairs, walked a few steps and then turned back, calmly said to Sheng Qianling: "Brother Ling, let's go have dinner first."

"it is good."

Jiang Li placed his father's urn on the storage table in the center of the main room, and covered the surface of the box with a piece of white cloth.

He went to the back bathroom to wash his face, tidied his hair, changed a pair of shoes, and went out with Sheng Qianling.

They didn't ride electric bikes, so they found a small farm fry shop nearby.

The store was kept clean and the business was very good.Jiang Li nestled listlessly in the seat, not wanting to talk much.

Sheng Qianling ordered two dishes and added another soup.

Returning the menu to the waiter, Sheng Qianling looked at Jiang Li and asked worriedly, "Li Li, are you okay?"

Jiang Li was very sad, but not the kind of sadness that could not be sustained.

On the contrary, he can calmly think about the current situation from the pain of losing his father.

"I'm fine," Jiang Li nodded, "Brother Ling, you've been in Jiangling for ten days, and it's time to go back to Beijing."

Sheng Qianling was afraid that Jiang Li would be angry like last time, so he simply said everything in one breath: "I'm not in a hurry, this year's competition schedule is not tight, all the rookies in the team have gone to the Suzhou training base, and I have no competition schedule for the last two months. "

Meaning he can stay here for a long time.

But it also means that he will leave after all.

Jiang Li slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at Sheng Qianling, and signaled that he knew and said no more.

The three dishes Sheng Qianling ordered were quickly brought to the table. They were all special dishes from Hubei, and they were ordered according to Jiangli's previous taste.

Jiang Li ate a few mouthfuls with chopsticks, without any superfluous expression on his face.

Sheng Qianling asked gently: "Lili, can you taste it?"

Jiang Li no longer hides it, and answers: "No, there is only sourness and bitterness."

Sheng Qianling said, "So you eat sweets like crazy?"

He had already seen that when Jiang Li ate candy, he wasn't enjoying the sweetness.Instead, in the case of mood swings, avoiding diseases and avoiding medicine, taking sugar as medicine.

He didn't buy sugar one by one, but hoarded cans by cans.

Sheng Qianling saw the candy in his closet, as well as the box full of orange candy sticks.

Jiang Li didn't answer, but scooped a spoonful of pork ribs and seaweed soup for himself.

When it is fed into the mouth, it is tasteless and as light as white water.

Sheng Qianling: "Eating sugar is not good for your teeth. If your teeth were damaged by eating before, it can't cure your taste disorder. Don't eat sugar in the future, okay?"

His voice was very soft, as if coaxing a young child.

Jiang Li was not very interested, and said casually: "It's not good. It will be more bitter if you don't eat it."

After hearing this, Sheng Qianling didn't speak or eat for a while.

Jiang Li thought the topic was over, but when he looked up subconsciously, he saw Sheng Qianling was still looking at him.

Sheng Qianling looked straight into his eyes and said seriously: "Lili, give me one more chance and let me be your candy."

This topic could not be effectively discussed.

Jiang Li was very resistant to talking about his sense of taste, Sheng Qianling couldn't insist any longer, and the two of them finished their meal in silence.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Li got up early.

He was going to Songshan Cemetery in Haoxue Town, but he didn't intend to tell Sheng Qianling.

Unexpectedly, when he came out of the room, Sheng Qianling was already sitting in the main room neatly dressed.

Sheng Qianling didn't bring a black shirt, so he put on a black suit jacket, which was unbuttoned, revealing a section of light gray shirt.

The whole aura is very strong, and there is a cool temperament that has accumulated over the years, but the moment he saw Jiang Li, his expression was relaxed and his eyes were full of tenderness.

He got up naturally, buttoned up his suit, and said, "Are you going to find the cemetery today? I'll go with you."

Jiang Li knew he couldn't stop him, so he followed him.

Jiangling County was originally built around Haoxue Town. Although Songshan Cemetery is in the suburbs of Haoxue, it is not too far away.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Li didn't ride an electric car, but took a taxi.

After sitting for about 20 minutes, the car stopped at a place with a wide view beside the river embankment.

Backed by the Yangtze River, there is a circle of pines and cypresses planted around it, as well as the most common metasequoia in the area.The gate of the cemetery is a bit old, and the red paint has peeled off a lot. There is only one person on duty in the security booth at the gate.

Jiang Li walked over, knocked on the window of the security booth, and asked who to talk to when buying a cemetery.

The security guard was drowsy in the spring sunshine, so he didn't ask any more questions. He pointed Jiang Li to the three-story building across the road and said, "The office is over there. You can ask."

Jiang Li quickly found out the price, and a staff member in charge of sales took him to see an empty cemetery.

He followed unhurriedly through the entire cemetery, his eyes lingering on the other tombstones.

The salesman said: "Mr. Jiang, this side is currently free, and there are still a few places on the left. Let me show you."

"it is good."

The vacant area mentioned by the salesman is a newly developed location in the past few years, and a large area is vacant.On the left are those sold out in the past few years, and there are very few vacancies in the middle.

Jiang Li finished looking at the free slots and proposed to look to the left.

The salesman didn't think much, and led them there patiently.

Jiang Li's eyes flicked across the inscriptions in front of him row by row, and various names jumped before his eyes.The various surnames in the hundred surnames changed one by one, his eyes sank, and he saw the word "Gu".

Jiang Li's footsteps stopped.

In the middle of the tombstone is written in large vertical characters——

"The Tomb of the Good Brother Gu Yugang"

On the right are two columns of small print:

"Born September 22, [-]"

"Therefore April 0, 29"

On the left is the name of the person who erected the monument and the time when the monument was erected:

"Brother Yu Zhou Zhengqi, May 0, [-]"

Jiang Li stared at the dates of Gu Yugang's birth and death, thinking that during May Day in 2014, Jiang Haijun, who had been away from his hometown for many years, said he would go back to Jiangling.

That time, he looked old and wrinkled, and his wrinkled face was full of disappointment.

Presumably, he got the news of Gu Yugang's death and sneaked back to take a look.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong.

Jiang Li glanced at the person erecting the stele again. He was a friend of the deceased, not a family member such as his wife or children.

Jiang Li's heart suddenly surged.

It is a pity that Jiang Haijun and Gu Yugang have separated life and death.

They could no longer express their thoughts to their mouths, everything was hidden by time and drifted away in the wind ever since.

Jiang Li called to stop the salesman who was still walking forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hi, I'll just buy the ones near this one, so there's no need to choose."

Jiang Li quickly paid the money, and agreed with the cemetery to be buried the next day.

Four days later, the tombstone ordered by Jiang Li was engraved in a hurry, allowing him to catch up with the worship on the first seven days.

On the first seven days, Jiang Li and Sheng Qianling were dressed in black and bowed quietly in front of the stele.

After bowing, Jiang Li knelt down and kowtowed three times to his father.

He opened a bottle of Moutai, raised it and sprinkled it on the soil in front of the stele, saying: "Old man, this is good wine, don't waste it."

After paying homage to Jiang Haijun, Jiang Li went to Gu Yugang's tombstone to bow and pour wine.

He didn't say anything, just quietly staring at the word "Gu Yugang" in a daze.

The wind blew, blowing up the fine dust in the gaps between the words "Jiang Haijun" on the stone tablet.

With a flutter, it flew lightly towards the direction of Gu Yugang's tombstone.

The sun rose to mid-air, warmly enveloping the entire cemetery.

end of March.

The weather is fine and the garden is full of flowers.

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