【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

The cloud curtain is deep, the sky and the water meet, and the half moon sinks to the west.

There are few star trails, and in the thick night, there are only lights in the windows on the far side that are flickering, which can be compared to stars.

Sun Zheping pushed open the door in the darkness, without turning on the light, and closed the door behind his back.

There was a "click" sound from the locking tongue, and the sound of the key colliding to the ground was clear, followed by the muffled sound of him throwing the handbag on the leather sofa and the soft friction sound of the woolen coat falling to the ground.The trivial voices were mixed and entangled, and there was a faint echo in the dark air of the room.

In this huge room, he tried his best to make a sound.However, those small voices can't penetrate the space, they just dissipate like the white steam sighed in the breath, and finally make the cold house even more empty and lifeless.

In the end, it was still a cold loneliness, piercing to the bone.

There is no light before, a person, a hug waiting for him in the depths of darkness.

After several years of precipitation, he has long been used to sinking into a sense of loss in his heart, and he can walk all the way back to the study in the dark without bumping into anything.

But he understood that he just didn't dare to turn on the light.

He just didn't want to be forced to face it or be reminded repeatedly that he was alone in his bright, empty house.

The account card given by Zhong Yebei was still neatly inserted in his wallet, and the stamp album full of unspeakable thoughts was also taken home by him, but he still dared not open it. Together with that memory, it was clearly close at hand, but Every time he wanted to stretch out his hand to touch it, his heart would throb.

In the beginning, he was still willing to think about it over and over again like self-torture, as if only the suffocation and dull pain in his chest could make him realize that he still had feelings, and could make his boundless guilt and regret disappear a little bit; However, the blunt knife repeatedly cut through the flesh and blood, and at the same time, the pain went deep, followed by boundless numbness.It is like a person who is addicted to drugs. After the pleasurable hallucinations caused by drug use disappear, the chest cavity is densely poured into the chest, full of boundless emptiness and loneliness.

But he finally agreed to Zhong Yebei.

Could it be that he finally couldn't stand Young Master Zhong's entanglement and compromised?Is it for the stamp album?Or it was because there was always a voice in his heart that he deliberately ignored. For nearly three years, he had been stabbing his tympanic membrane with the phrase "Go back", urging him to continue to rehabilitate his left hand, which was no longer as strong and powerful as before. fitness training?

He didn't dare to think about it.

So he put it all down to fate.

He, and Glory, are just passers-by in his life, just a memory that should pass away with the wind, just a certain intersection point of two straight lines, destined to get farther and farther away.

So since it's fate, it doesn't matter what the reason is.

Sun Zheping turned on the computer, opened the official website of Honor, and began to download the game client.

All right, only one.

It's just one game.

After all, before fate, what else could I do?

The internet speed is not slow, and it only takes a pot of hot water to finish downloading the client.

The curling heat of honeysuckle tea diffused in the darkness, adding a bit of warmth to the still chilly night after the Spring Festival.But this trace of warmth disappeared so quickly, it was as if it had never been born.

The dismal white light scattered from the computer screen cast a shadow on Sun Zheping's already chiseled face.With his eyes lowered, he clicked to install and swipe his card to log in, without any hesitation in his movements, as if he had never left.

On the login interface stood a majestic Berserker with a silver helmet, silver armor, silver sword, and silver hair.

It's different from his Blossoming Chaos.

Luohualang's epee is crimson, as if it has just kissed the petals, exuding a radiant brilliance; Luohualang's upper body is almost naked, and against the backdrop of several burgundy metal shoulder armors, his lean muscles look like cast iron. Blossoming Chaos has dark red hair that looks short and hard, with flying eyebrows and slightly raised lips, a face that looks a bit naughty and wicked, and a matching pair of flowers with their names engraved on it. The limited edition commemorative ring for the glory anniversary event...

But now, is his Blossoming Mess still the way he remembered?Has that ring been destroyed as the equipment has been updated...

And the person he misses but dare not miss, is he still the same as in his memory?

Every time I think about it, I can't help feeling bitter.Sun Zheping took a sip of scented tea with a wry smile, and then turned his gaze to the mad sword in front of him—then, the veins on his forehead couldn't help but twitch.

In the column of the ID name, five large characters are clearly printed:

Play with Superman.

In the third season, Team Hundred Blossoms had a smooth record. First, they defeated Team Samsara and Team Tyranny in the playoffs and successfully entered the top four. Then, in the next away game against Tiny Herb, they won 8:2. .

Even so, Sun Zheping found that Zhang Jiale started avoiding him again.

Although the tacit cooperation between the two is still there, just like the days at the beginning of the season, when Zhang Jiale faced him, his words were obviously much less; more often, Zhang Jiale would choose to be alone, only when he had to face him , without saying a word, finished the training as quickly as possible, turned and left.

He also asked insincerely a few times, but Zhang Jiale always turned around with other topics.He was baffled, but the home game against Tiny Herb was coming soon, and he didn't like to get angry, so he could only silently glance at Zhang Jiale secretly during training, hoping to find out some clues - but in the end, he couldn't see anything .

What Zhang Jiale didn't tell Sun Zheping was that the team manager called him into the office that day, and under the sunlight that shone through the window through the magnolia flowers, what he said was not just about his two-year salary.

"This is your salary." The team manager sat in a separate office that looked rudimentary, but it was much more luxurious than other rooms in the small building. He stroked the thick hair on his head and put a bank card Push it in the direction of Zhang Jiale on the desk.Halfway through the push, he suddenly reached out to cover the bank card: "But before you get this salary, I think it is necessary to tell you something." Seeing that Zhang Jiale did not object, the manager Qiqi Ai said: "The team's economic The income is directly linked to the record, and you should know this." He looked embarrassed, "The daily operation and maintenance of the team, personnel salaries, and the promotion of your roles all require money."

"Oh, I'm not in a hurry." Zhang Jiale grinned, "It's okay to pay the salary later, anyway, my food expenses are usually reimbursed by the team..."

The team manager let go of his hand on the bank card in embarrassment: "I didn't mean that. It's just... last year we were in the semi-finals, right?"

Zhang Jiale seemed to have realized something, and the next words of the team manager confirmed his thoughts: "A sponsor contacted us before the Chinese New Year. They can provide us with a sponsorship of 3000 million, but the premise is that you need to be good-looking to get it." A champion." The manager stuffed the card into Zhang Jiale's hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Think about it, with this 3000 million, we can run our own research and development department, build a youth training camp, and exchange a A spacious new building for the team, and it can also have its own independent competition venue..."

Zhang Jiale unconsciously clenched the card in his hand, excitement and hesitation intertwined and flickered on his face, he opened his mouth several times, and finally said: "How many people are in the dormitory in the new building?"

Before the team manager could react, Zhang Jiale laughed by himself.He waved to the manager, made a face and ran out of the manager's office.Leaning against the damp and peeling wall of the corridor, Zhang Jiale covered his face with one hand, his soft bangs flowed out from between his fingers, drawing a few soft arcs in the turbulent sunlight.

The heart was beating violently, and the hot blood seemed to spurt from the neck all the way to the upper ears, so that the whole face was scalding hot.The strength in his body seemed to be drained the moment he left the room. At this moment, he could only support himself with his back against the wall, sucking in the slightly cold warm air, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat.

But all his actions were intended to reveal clearly to himself the little thoughts that he deliberately buried deep in his heart.

He was poisoned by a kind of poison, and he was terminally ill, and it was impossible to cure him.

Bitter and sweet, in the midst of trepidation and depression, but also full of joy.

He spat at himself deeply, then ran back to the dormitory on the second floor to report the results to Sun Zheping.

The sun is very good this day, warm but not dazzling, like golden feathers, scratching gently on the tip of a person's heart.

Itchy, but crispy and numb.

Borrowing this itch, Zhang Jiale threw himself onto Sun Zheping's bed and fiddled with it. All that lingered in his nose was his smell, which made his heart itch even more. A heart was scurrying around like a white rabbit. Bouncing back and forth in the body, screaming loudly, itching and unable to vent.

When Sun Zheping stretched out his hand to him in the sunlight, the itch in his heart suddenly calmed down.

That's how it should be.

It should be a warm and sunny afternoon without glare. The person he likes stands in the sun, stretching out his hand against the light, as if to lead him to where he wants to go.

He couldn't see his expression clearly, but it should be a warm, soft and trusting smile.

When he took his hand with his own, although he felt his heart screaming and convulsing, his arms trembling and numb, it should be the sparks and lightning flowing through his body engraved. Mark of.

Falling Blossoms, Dazzling Hundred Blossoms, they should be the champions.

Sun Zheping, Zhang Jiale, they deserve to be together.

The eye sockets were inexplicably swollen, Zhang Jiale hurriedly covered his eyes with his free hand, pulled Sun Zheping's arm to pull himself up, reached out to pick up the large glass on the bedside table, and took a sip to keep it cool. honeysuckle tea.

"I'll go home and send my salary card." He didn't want Sun Zheping to see his expression at the moment, he squeezed the card, covered his face and walked out: "Let's continue practicing when we come back tonight."

Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows at the honeysuckle tea that Zhang Jiale drank most of, then looked at the messy bed, and suddenly laughed: "When you come back, fold my quilt first."