【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Sun Zheping chased the thief through the entire corridor of the terminal building, and along the way, kind passers-by and airport staff continued to join in chasing the thief.The thief panicked and tried to change direction when he made a sharp turn, but slipped and fell on the bright marble floor tiles of the airport.Before he could react, in the next instant, Sun Zheping rushed up with the sound of a tiger and tiger, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

With the help of everyone, Sun Zheping followed the airport staff to turn the thief into the airport police room.Naturally, the wallet on the thief's body could not be easily returned as stolen goods, not to mention that Sun Zheping was not the rightful owner of the wallet. He knelt down and offered his wallet with both hands, but he was handcuffed to a chair in the airport police room and could no longer move.

After being praised a few times by the police officers at the airport for being a good young man, Sun Zheping touched the back of his head, which was a bit prickly, and then remembered that his luggage and the owner of the wallet were still chasing after him somewhere.

feel like dying...

Zhang Jiale stared like a dead fish, lying on the ground of the airport out of breath.He had Sun Zheping's suitcase under his waist, and Sun Zheping's travel bag on his stomach. He gasped heavily, gasped twice and coughed twice, making it even more apparent that he was about to lose his breath.

It was July, and the air conditioner in the airport was already fully turned on.The cold and dry air was sucked into the lungs by Zhang Jiale in big gulps, choking the trachea and the lung lobes painfully.The heart in the chest was pounding, beating heavily on the chest, as if it was about to pop out of the throat in the next moment.

The last time I exercised so vigorously... No, he has never exercised so vigorously in his life, right?

Zhang Jiale, who has done the most intense exercise in his life, running 4 meters in 1000 minutes, felt the hostility of life towards nerds.

But as an otaku, why can that person run faster and faster, chasing the thief all the way and running away without a trace!

So does this mean that I have to carry my luggage all over the airport to find someone later...

Zhang Jiale thumped the ground bitterly, but he didn't stop it in time, and his hand firmly hit the smooth marble floor of the airport. The pain made him even more tired, and he was so wronged that he almost cried out.

Sun Zheping returned along the same route, and this was what he saw.

He approached, standing beside Zhang Jiale like the dazzled Baihua standing on the ground in a mess of sunsets, and with a smile on his face, he handed over the wallet that he finally got back from the police officer to the still panting Zhang Jiale.Zhang Jiale wanted to thank him, but he was still out of breath. After reaching out to take the wallet, his arm went limp, and the whole arm hit the ground again, but he just groaned as if he couldn't feel the pain.

It was very hard for Sun Zheping to hold back his laughter.He supported his waist with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, his muscles trembled rhythmically and quickly. It could be seen that he had tried his best, but he still couldn't help but let out a few small "humming" laughter.

Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, only to see Sun Zheping stretch out his hand to him suddenly:

"Si Wensun, Zhie Zhe, Po Yingping, Sun Zheping."

"Ha... haha... no... no... say this... this." Sun Zheping had a tall and burly appearance, and when he said these words with a Beijing accent, it seemed quite out of harmony.Zhang Jiale laughed, halfway through the laugh, he collapsed on the ground because he couldn't breathe, panting while laughing, "Zhang... ha... ha... Zhang Jiale."

Then he finally stretched out his hand and let Sun Zheping pull him up from the icy ground of the airport.

It was noon, and the midsummer sun was hanging overhead. Even though K City was called "City of Spring", at this time, the air outside the house was unavoidably scorching hot.

However, at this time, Sun Zheping and Zhang Jiale, who were sitting in the air-conditioned snack bar, were still sweating profusely.

Sun Zheping frowned, looking at the bowl of cross-bridge rice noodles with chili oil floating in front of him, and Zhang Jiale on the other side of the table who was eating happily, unable to put down his chopsticks but also unable to open his mouth.

As the "host", Zhang Jiale, who first made a joke about the name on the pick-up board, and let the dusty Sun Zheping help him recover his wallet, had to bleed his wallet.

On the way out of the airport, Zhang Jiale finally changed his address at Sun Zheping's suggestion.When he stopped the taxi at the door, he narrowed his eyes, grinned, and patted Sun Zheping's broad shoulders: "Tell me, grandson! What do you want for lunch! My treat! You're welcome!"

Sun Zheping thought about it.

He's still a little hungry after a strenuous workout.

Sun Zheping, who was a little hungry, wanted to have a quick meal.

Sun Zheping, who wanted to have a big meal, was a native of City B.

Sun Zheping, a native of City B, can sum up his only knowledge of food in City K, and even Province Y, in four words: Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles.

So at noon, the two sat down at a famous Guoqiao noodle shop in K city.

When Zhang Jiale arrived at the restaurant, as if he had come to his own home, he pressed Sun Zheping on the seat and asked what he would not like to eat, then he looked like he couldn't help showing his hand and began to twist slightly from side to side on the seat, ready to move.Sun Zheping said that he didn't want to eat anything, and then he saw Zhang Jiale cheering "De Ling" and then sprinted out with his braids up.

Five minutes later, Zhang Jiale came back with two bowls of hot soup rice noodles.

To be honest, the appearance of these two bowls of rice noodles is actually very good.Red chili oil, emerald green scallions, golden peanuts, and white rice noodles, when paired together, red, green, and green are truly beautiful.

But along with the rising white steam, there is also a breath of pepper that chokes people to tears.

"Is this...spicy?" Sun Zheping was in a cold sweat, and tentatively picked up a strand of rice noodles with his chopsticks.But seeing that the moment the snow-white rice noodles left the soup, a layer of chili oil floating on the soup surface was evenly attached, and instantly turned from snow-white to blood red—then he dipped the rice noodles back into the soup calmly , and completely dispelled the idea of ​​trying it.

"Hmm...you don't like spicy food?" Zhang Jiale raised his head from the big sea bowl.Because he ate a lot of rice noodles, his eyes were covered with mist and looked watery, his lips were slightly red and swollen, and his fair cheeks were also stained with a thin layer of blush.He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, I'm not very good at spicy food, I just want a medium spicy one, not very spicy."

Sun Zheping faced Zhang Jiale's eyes that were shining with tears (big mistake), and for a moment he didn't know how to refuse.He bravely blew away the chili oil floating on the soup surface, picked up another chopsticks of rice noodles, and stuffed them into his mouth like a hero.

Then, Sun Zheping bit off the rice noodles expressionlessly, got up and left without saying a word.

Zhang Jiale, who stayed where he was, felt baffled for a while, but seeing that Sun Zheping's luggage and parcels hadn't been taken away, he felt relieved, picked up the bowl, and began to snort and drink the soup left over after eating the rice noodles.

Before Sun Zheping left the rice noodle shop, his steps were steady and calm. However, after he left, he rushed towards the nearest trash can at a speed of [-] meters and spit out the rice noodles still in his mouth.

Sun Zheping's twitching temples were pressed, and he decided to find some by himself. Something to feed your stomach.

Fortunately, the rice noodle shop that Zhang Jiale brought him to was located in a food street, and there were quite a few snack bars nearby.Sun Zheping strolled around for a while, and saw a small shop selling cold pea powder, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, took out some change from his pocket, and walked over.

After ordering a bowl and paying for it, Sun Zheping immediately chewed a big mouthful after taking the cold pea powder.

This is different from the agreed cold pea flour!Why does it feel hotter than the bridge noodle just now!

"Hey, Da Sun, why are you standing there stupidly under the sun?" Sun Zheping turned his head and saw that Zhang Jiale had already left the rice noodle shop with his luggage, standing in the shadow of the red ceiling at the door of the shop and waving at him, with a frown on his face. His face was covered with sweat, and his whole body was dyed red by the sunlight penetrating through the ceiling.

Sun Zheping didn't answer, Zhang Jiale had already walked over with his luggage: "Your rice noodles are almost soaked, I don't think you came back, I guess you didn't eat. Why come out by yourself..." When he approached, he caught a glimpse of Sun Zheping took only a mouthful of the cool pea powder in his hand, covered his stomach and bent down laughingly: "I also said that if you go shopping by yourself, will you buy something that is not suitable for you? I really bought it hahahaha..." He put down his luggage, put one hand on Sun Zheping's chest, and the other on his waist: "Oh, I can't do it anymore, I have no strength to laugh, grandson, let me hold on for a while haha Ha ha……"

"Have you laughed enough..." Sun Zheping inadvertently increased the strength in his hand, squeezing the disposable plastic bowl in his hand until it was slightly deformed, and the soup of cold pea powder inside overflowed a little.But looking at the little man in front of him with braids and a face full of beatings, he was helpless and couldn't say anything.

Zhang Jiale stood up straight, restrained his wild and unreasonable smile a little, just a little, took out a small plastic bag from somewhere, and handed it over: "Here, take it to eat, flower cake, a famous snack in K city, I see I brought you some rice noodles without taking a few bites."

Sun Zheping looked at the flower cake in the transparent plastic bag in front of him, hesitating whether to take it or not, when Zhang Jiale grinned: "Don't worry, there is no spicy food."

"It's not that I can't eat spicy food." Sun Zheping turned his face away to pick up the plastic bag, and threw the cold pea powder into the trash can.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Jiale nodded his head solemnly, and at the end of the day he failed, and burst out laughing: "It's not that our army's combat effectiveness is not good enough, it's just that the enemy army is too brutal."

"Yes." Sun Zheping gnawed on the sweet flower cake and agreed vaguely.