【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

From the small building of the team to Zhang Jiale's house, he would still pass the billboard he used to go to school when he was young.

When passing by that billboard, Zhang Jiale still couldn't help but glance at it.

But this time, after he finished taking a look, he couldn't look away.

There are two characters printed on the billboard.

A Berserker with short hair and an epee face, and an ammunition expert with braids and Zhang Jiale's face.

Zhang Jiale raised his head, faced the billboard, and giggled.

One day, he also boarded this billboard—and beside him on the billboard stood the person he was secretly thinking about.

He took out his mobile phone and took a burst of snap shots at the billboard.He took thirty or forty photos in a row, played with various angles, filters, and tricks, but in the end he was still unsatisfied, and he walked around the billboard for a long time before he was willing to leave.

And when he got home, he looked around and found that in the advertisement bulletin board downstairs of his house, and in the elevator of the apartment building in the community, there were also dazzling and falling flowers everywhere.

As if sitting on a cloud, the feet are light and soft.Fireworks shot out around him, and exploded in his ears with a "bang"——Zhang Jiale's blissful joy, for a moment, he didn't even know how to express it. He just felt that everything in front of him was bright and vivid. Lu Li twisted and rotated. After watching for a long time, it seemed that the eleven-dimensional space of the universe was completely opened up to him.He saw the ammunition expert on the poster tiptoe kissing the cheek of the Berserker next to him, and immediately grabbed his hand and jumped off the poster, raised his chin to himself, and smiled knowingly.

Zhang Jiale couldn't help but also laughed, but someone behind him said with great interest:

"What's the smirk?"

He was startled, and turned his head suddenly, only to see Zhang's mother was holding a plastic bag, looking at him with a half-smile: "Returning to the soul?"

"Mom, you scared me!" Zhang Jiale patted his chest exaggeratedly, rushed over with a flattering face, and reached out to pick up the bag in Zhang's mother's hand: "Back for grocery shopping?"

Zhang's mother gave him a gouged look: "Why did you come home suddenly today? Don't call me to say anything, or I'll buy ribs and come back to make soup for you."

"Aren't you welcome?" Zhang Jiale grinned, deliberately slowed down, walked past the posters with her chest up, turned her head mischievously halfway and said in a low voice: "I'm getting paid, specially Come back and hand in your salary card. How is it, any surprises?"

"Hey, kid learned how to make money?" Zhang's mother seemed very happy, she couldn't help but reached out to touch Zhang Jiale's hair, but Zhang Jiale yelled and avoided: "Mom, I'm so grown up, you still touch it! If you can't grow taller!"

"You said it yourself, how old can you grow?" Zhang's mother took her son's arm, took out the house key with a bit of pride, and poked the elevator button: "How much is it?"

Zhang Jiale laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, stretched out a finger triumphantly, and opened his palm with his backhand: "This number!"

"Fifteen thousand?"

"No! Guess again!"

"15?"

"No! Guess again!"

"Stinky boy likes to talk or not." Just as the elevator door opened, Zhang's mother took a look at Zhang Jiale and walked into the elevator with a smile: "Can you come in?"

"Oh, come on, talk about it, 150 million, haha."

Zhang Jiale repeatedly begged for mercy, and trotted into the elevator.

Although Zhang Jiale came back suddenly, the dinner was still sumptuous.

During the past two years in Team Xiaolou, out of 21 meals a week, [-] of them were 〇〇级确箱米面noodles. Zhang Jiale almost chewed the ends of his chopsticks.

As a local, he now looks at the words "Guoqiao Rice Noodles" with pantothenic acid in his stomach. He really doesn't know how Sun Zheping feels on weekdays.

Do you want to take some of tonight's meal home for him?

"Eat slowly." Zhang's mother looked at her son who buried his face in the bowl and put his head into his bowl with some distress, and then picked up a chicken leg and put it into his bowl: "You guys have been training hard?"

Zhang Jiale nodded, chewing and swallowing and making some "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" for a while, which made Zhang's mother even worse: "It's so hard, or you can find another job..."

"Oh, it's nothing for a boy to suffer a little bit outside. Besides, what job do you do for you to eat and not work?" Zhang's father picked up a small rapeseed and stuffed it into Zhang's mother's mouth, "And you see Our son is promising, now the streets are full of his pictorials, his father and I have a bright face when walking on the road."

Zhang's mother chewed the rapeseed in her mouth, and glanced at Zhang's father angrily.Zhang's father looked away and started humming a ditty, but Zhang Jiale picked up the conversation: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not a person who is afraid of hardships. I chose to be a professional gamer at the beginning, and my salary was not available at that time."

Zhang's mother spit out the rapeseed clapper in one gulp, and sighed: "Speaking of which, what are you going to do with your 150 million yuan?"

Zhang Jiale put down his chopsticks, puffed up his chest to Mama Zhang, and saluted in a serious manner: "Hand over to the organization!"

"Slippery. Eat your food well." Zhang's mother burst out laughing, "I take care of the money I earn, and I won't worry about it for you."

"Why don't you buy a flat?" Zhang's father suddenly said, "Anyway, sooner or later you have to marry a wife. Now that housing prices are rising so fast, it's a big deal if you buy it early. It will save you a lot of trouble when you get married in the future. "

"Dad—" Zhang Jiale yelled, hot blood was pumping from the position of his heart all the way to the top of his heart, boiling and rolling in his veins, his ears could almost spit out white steam.

"Oh, look at Maotou's reaction, there is probably someone in his heart." Zhang's father was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, "The little brat is moving very fast. Tomorrow's housing fair, you have to be interested..."

"I won't tell you guys anymore." Zhang Jiale covered his face, as if he had escaped from the dinner table.

It is true that there is someone in my heart, but how do I open my mouth?

After all, how do you explain to them that the one you marry in the future may be a man?

And that's the second thing—how can I explain to them that my current emotions of anxiety, boredom, entanglement, sweetness and shyness all stem from my wishful thinking and unrequited love?

The more I think about it, the more annoying I become, but the more annoying I am, the more I can't help but think about it.

The 150 million, how to deal with it?

It's okay to buy a suite.

Then he needs to buy a slightly larger house, the one on the top floor, so that the sunlight can fall into his window every day; he needs to have a big roof to grow flowers that he usually has no place to grow; the house needs to have a big sofa It is enough for myself and him to watch the game broadcast on it together; there is also a big bed, enough for the two of them...

What are you thinking!

Zhang Jiale plucked his hair angrily, but he still couldn't suppress the sweetness that came from the bottom of his heart and went all the way up, making his scalp numb.

His figure stubbornly grows in all the futures he can imagine and plan.

So what reason do I still have to stop, entangled in the same place, and think about whether to include him in my life?

The next day, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother went to work as usual, leaving Zhang Jiale alone, with nothing to do at home, so he simply went out and wandered among the various real estate properties at the K City Housing Fair.

The lighting of this suite is not good, and the location of that suite is remote. Finally, I found a fairly satisfactory house, but the facade of the unit building is painted with pink paint.

I wonder what kind of house he likes?

After wandering around for half a day, it wasn't until he received a call from the team manager asking about his physical condition that he realized in a daze that the weekend hadn't arrived yet, and soon there would be the second match against Tyranny, and he still had a lot of training and work to do. Pre-match preparations to be done.

Feeling guilty but also faintly sweet, he stopped a taxi in embarrassment and hurried back.After more than half an hour, he finally returned to the team building before the end of the morning training time.

However, as soon as he got out of the car, he caught a glimpse of a girl in a well-dressed suit from a distance, dragging a suitcase vigorously, standing at the door of the small team building's reception room, pinching one side of her slender waist and yelling something.

"Why don't you let me in!" The girl's voice was crisp and clear, mixed with the warm wind in early spring like a yellow warbler chirping, but her tone was really aggressive: "I ran all the way from City B, and I finally found this place Are you still stopping me?"

Uncle Zhang's voice in the reception room was as vague as ever, mixed with a strong K city accent, it sounded like a duck listening to thunder.The girl obviously didn't understand, so she became more and more impatient after being provoked, and shouted in her sweet voice: "Sun-zhe-ping-"

One cry was still not enough, so the girl called out one after another.The sweet voice spread throughout the small team building where girls were scarce in resources. It was as if the sweet fragrance of honey drew out a hungry blind man, repeating mechanical operations to the computer in the training room. The boys and girls pulled out one by one.

In the end, Sun Zheping also walked out of the training room with a dark face.

When the girl saw Sun Zheping, her face seemed to glow.As soon as she threw down the suitcase, which was worth a lot of money at first glance, she threw herself into Sun Zheping's arms, swung Bai Shengsheng's powder fist, and hit Sun Zheping's shoulder.Then she raised her head, her mouth was flattened, her beautiful face with exquisite makeup was full of grievances, her two cherry lips moved again and again, and she didn't know what to say.

Sun Zheping smiled helplessly, as if he had said something.While speaking, he stretched out his hand to gently scrape the tip of her small nose, then pinched her pink cheeks, and suddenly reached out to grab her hand, and took two steps forward to pick up the suitcase she threw not far away, and then Pulling her body back as far as possible and unwilling to leave, she walked out of the team's small building gate.

After a while, until the backs of Sun Zheping and the girl disappeared at the intersection without even a speck of ashes left, Zhang Jiale came out in a daze from behind a tree on the road in front of the small building.

He never thought that one day, when the warm sunshine of early spring fell on his body, it would be cold.

Like the biting north wind in city B, it made him tremble and his teeth chattered, and every joint seemed to be frozen as if he couldn't move.

He walked into the small building in a daze, walked through the corridor, and walked into the training room.The manager greeted him, but he seemed to have never heard of it. The pale face only made the manager tell him to take a rest.

The footsteps are stiff, the body is stiff, the neck is stiff, and even the fingers touching the keyboard are stiff.There was no road, no light, no jumping red dots listed on the computer screen by the training software, only Sun Zheping's hand that slipped from the tip of the girl's nose, gently pinched the girl's face, Holding the hand of the girl who disappeared on the road in front of the small building.

Zhang Jiale shook his head vigorously, trying to get those images out of his mind.

However, he found sadly that the harder he tried to delete those image memories, those images seemed to be backed up, growing wildly in his mind like wild weeds.

It's really annoying to be like a wives-like self who only dares to hide behind the door and secretly envy a girl.

However, all this is just his wishful thinking.

He bit his lower lip and concentrated on training, but in the end he couldn't resist the coldness in his heart, and lay down in front of the computer screen, panting heavily.

"Zhang Jiale, you look very bad, go back and rest." Seeing his frightening expression, Mo Chuchen stretched out his hand worriedly, and touched his forehead with the back of his hand: "I'll go to the manager to ask for leave, and I'll wait until the captain comes back." I will also help you ask him for leave."

Zhang Jiale shook his head, reached out and rubbed his temples vigorously.

Just give up?

How is that different from admitting defeat?

If you give up just because you don't get a response, what is your feeling for him?

Zhang Jiale reached out to caress the keyboard, his fingers fluttered, and struck out a syllable that was in a hurry like a shower.

How do you know you won't succeed if you don't try?

If you refuse to speak, you won't even have a chance to try.

The villain on the screen dexterously avoided the densely packed red balls and rushed to the finish line, and the two big characters "Pass" were impressively printed on the screen.

Decided.

Zhang Jiale let out a long breath, and he seemed to be able to sigh out the oppression that was stagnant in his chest:

just wait,

Just like that day when he promised to defeat Luohuachao in the Internet cafe and form a team with him!

When he wins the championship, he will immediately confess his love to Sun Zheping!