【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

The consequence of eating spicy hot pot for half a night was that the next morning, while sitting in the hotel cafeteria eating breakfast, Sun Zheping saw that Zhang Jiale was holding his chin with his tongue out, and he didn't even take a bite of the breakfast in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?" Sun Zheping reached out to touch the forehead of the man opposite, but he dodged it.

Zhang Jiale didn't answer, but stuck out his tongue hissingly at Sun Zheping with a face full of tears.

Sun Zheping took a closer look, and it turned out that Zhang Jiale's tongue and corners of his mouth were blistered, and he seemed to be on fire.At this moment, when he moved his mouth a little, he gasped in pain, and when he grinned and defecated, it would trigger the burning foam at the corner of his mouth, and it was another vicious circle.

Sun Zheping smiled slightly, lowered his head and continued to eat breakfast.

"What's so funny." Zhang Jiale covered his mouth, his voice sounded muffled.

"You said I was fine after eating so much spicy food in K City, why did you get angry after eating a little hot pot?" Sun Zheping gently stirred the cup of coffee in front of him, "Eat as much as you want."

"I can't eat it. It hurts when I touch it." Zhang Jiale said with a sad face, "It hurts to talk."

"It's so serious." Sun Zheping took a sip of coffee, and grabbed Zhang Jiale's hand covering his mouth with his other hand: "Take it off, let me see."

Zhang Jiale refused to let go: "What's so interesting. It's just blisters. This must be Fang Shiqian's curse!"

"Why did he curse you as soon as he healed?" Sun Zheping smiled, "Is this the light of the holy commandment that you hid yesterday and finally hit you after going around the earth?"

Zhang Jiale pursed his mouth and didn't speak.

Sun Zheping stood up, picked up his coat, and went out: "You take two slices of bread back later, I'm going out to do some shopping, and I'll be right back."

Zhang Jiale also stood up, took two paper towels, wrapped three small meal bags, stuffed them into the pockets of the windbreaker, and followed Sun Zheping: "You don't pack your luggage anymore? I'm leaving for the airport at ten o'clock."

"You look at it and help me clean it up. I will definitely be back before ten o'clock."

When Sun Zheping came back, Zhang Jiale had finished packing his things and was packing his luggage.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhang Jiale turned around and said, "You are back, grandson."

Sun Zheping handed over a paper bag: "I'll grab some water to drink later."

"What is it?" Zhang Jiale took the paper bag, and saw "Tongrentang" printed on the top of it.When I opened it, I found that there were several air-dried thin strips wrapped in the paper bag.He couldn't help frowning: "Medicine?"

Sun Zheping leaned against the wall with a smile: "Don't you know a hundred kinds of flowers? I should ask you what it is."

"I rely on these medicinal materials and not flowers." Zhang Jiale put his nose close to the paper package and sniffed carefully, but there was a strange smell of medicinal materials mixed with the smell of the wrapped paper, rushing towards his face, which made people feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. adapt.

"It smells weird, what the hell is this?"

"Honeysuckle."

"Ah?" Zhang Jiale didn't know why, but once he thought that it was a traditional Chinese medicine, it wouldn't be so difficult for Sun Zheping to give him such an awkward name.Suddenly, he seemed to think of something: "No, according to you, this is a kind of flower. It doesn't look like it?"

Sun Zheping leaned against the wall and laughed: "I just use its scientific name to tell you that you don't know." He took the electric kettle to the bathroom to get a pot of water, and when he came back, he plugged it in and heated it up: "It's honeysuckle. You still use high-grade toothpaste. 〇The one that cleans the honeysuckle and removes the fire, this time I will let you meet the real master."

"What? This is honeysuckle? It's kind of ugly." Zhang Jiale grabbed a handful of slender slivers from the paper bag, rubbed his fingers and sprinkled them down, and said with a smile, "I knew it if you said it was honeysuckle earlier, grandson." Well. Saying such a literary name as 'Honeysuckle' hahahaha... Dasun, you are not a literary person, do you know how strange it sounds to say this word?" He laughed and fell on the bed, and the honeysuckle in the paper bag followed His movements are all over the place.With a groan in his heart, he quickly suppressed a smile, and obediently picked up the scattered honeysuckle on the floor and bed.

The electric kettle on the side blared loudly.Sun Zheping reached out and grabbed a handful of the remaining honeysuckle from the paper bag in Zhang Jiale's hand, opened Zhang Jiale's travel water bottle, threw it in, and poured hot water on it: "Drink more honeysuckle, it can clear away heat and detoxify."

"Hey grandson, you can do it, you really learned my mother's tricks!" Zhang Jiale said happily, "You are a barefoot fairy from Tiny Herb, so?"

"What's the fun?" Sun Zheping rubbed the top of Zhang Jiale's head: "Seeing that you like spicy food and get angry easily, if you can't quit spicy food, then drink something to relieve the fire."

Zhang Jiale blushed: "I didn't get angry because I like spicy food, it's because you guys in City B are too dry, okay? Look at when I got angry in City K."

"Yes, yes, yes." Sun Zheping handed the brewed honeysuckle tea to Zhang Jiale, nodded and said, "In K city, I got angry."

Zhang Jiale took the honeysuckle tea, sucked his lips and blew in small breaths, grinning and gouged out Sun Zheping's eyes, and immediately gasped a few breaths because of the burning bubbles that got to the corner of his mouth.

"squeak--"

The kettle in the kitchen creaked and screamed, and the sound of boiling water falling on the flame woke up Zhang Jiale who was sleeping on the sofa.He got up from the sofa, rushed into the kitchen, and frantically turned off the gas.

Changing out of the cold honeysuckle tea in the cup overnight, Zhang Jiale let out a long sigh.

The habit that started at that time has been maintained to this day.

Speaking of it, it was because I liked spicy food and was afraid of getting angry, but why was it not because I was afraid that Sun Zheping would not get used to the food in K City?

Zhang Jiale admitted that he kept making honeysuckle tea and insisted that Sun Zheping drink it with him, which was out of selfishness.

Before he established a relationship with Sun Zheping, even before he understood what kind of emotion he had for Sun Zheping, he checked the information on Honeysuckle on a whim.

Honeysuckle is honeysuckle.Because the flowers are white at first and then turn yellow, it is named honeysuckle.And because one stalk and two flowers, the two stamens stick out, they are in pairs, inseparable, like male and female accompanying each other, and like mandarin ducks dancing in pairs, so it is called mandarin duck vine, also known as double flowers.

At that time, after reading the entry, he usually went to Sun Zheping to show off in front of Sun Zheping.He only wanted to "reveal shame" and tell Sun Zheping that his "Dazzling Hundred Blossoms" was not a vain name, but Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "Double flowers? Falling Blossoms and Dazzling Hundred Blossoms?"

Zhang Jiale was stunned for a moment, but after realizing it, he proudly listed honeysuckle tea as a daily drink, and gave the entire Hundred Blossoms team, from the team manager down to the auntie cleaner, a popular science.So much so that in the end, the uncle in the reception room could lift his head from the newspaper and glance at people through the reading glasses: "Honeysuckle? I know, those two boys in our team."

However, when he realized that he had other thoughts about Sun Zheping, the "honeysuckle" that everyone in the team used to joke about took on another meaning in his eyes.

Mandarin Duck Vine.

Ah, what a shame.

Zhang Jiale put the honeysuckle tea on the coffee table, poured it backwards into the sofa, covered his face with his hands, his heart was sweet and astringent for a moment, but the sweetness faded away quickly, and in the end only the bitterness in his heart was left with nowhere to say, forcing him to The eyes are swollen and astringent.

The phone rang again, Zhang Jiale picked it up casually, and lazily said:

"Hello? Ah, Mom."

"It's okay, I just have a cold."

"It's all right, it's almost fine."

"what?!"

I don't know what Zhang's mother on the other side of the phone said, Zhang Jiale suddenly sat up from the sofa: "Blind date?! How old am I to go on a blind date?"

"Oh mom, can I wait until I'm 30 to talk about this kind of thing!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant...Mom, how many times have I told you that I'm not gay! Don't arrange for me to have a blind date, my real mother!"

"I told him that it's...Mom, can you see if this works? Give me a little more time until I win the championship..."

"I don't actually want to retire. Mom, don't howl! In fact, I was possessed by a ghost two days ago... No! I don't want you to hire a Taoist priest for me, Mom! Hello? Hello?! Mom?!"

Dejectedly defeated, Zhang Jiale put down the hung up phone sullenly.

In fact, it's not that the original heart of glory is lost.

He's just not sure if he still has the strength to continue to compete for the championship trophy with the newcomers pouring into the professional circle, and he's not sure if he can bring the whole Hundred Blossoms to catch up with his former self.

Or since Sun Zheping retired, he just wanted to prove that he could do without Sun Zheping?

But if you give up now, what are your previous efforts?

In order to prove something to others, what is the love of glory and the dream of being a champion?What qualifications do I have to say that I live up to my original intention?

His progress does not need anyone's witness or anyone's applause.

Because the dream is your own.

Feeling relieved for a moment, Zhang Jiale took a deep breath, opened the phone's address book, rummaged through and dialed the number:

"Hello, old Han?"