【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Zhang Jiale was shocked by a rush of news alerts.

The honeysuckle tea on the table was already completely cold, and Zhang Jiale, who was only wearing a loose T-shirt and boxer shorts, would inevitably feel a little chilly in the air-conditioned room.Picking up the cup, he raised his head and gulped down the honeysuckle tea with some strange scents. He moved the mouse over the blinking message prompt.

Old classmate, Wu Weiyuan.

Zhang Jiale clicked on the chat window, and swiped the screen full of "Are you here?" It made him think that he made a mistake in the note to Huang Shaotian.

After making a question mark and going back, who would have thought that the other person could feel his brows on fire, and quickly replied:

"Zhang Jiale, quickly call your mother! She's going crazy!"

What?Zhang Jiale was confused by this sudden sentence.

Wu Weiyuan continued to shoot fast, and his APM was close to 200: "Your mother has been calling you since the afternoon when she saw the news of your retirement, but who knew that the connection could not be reached all afternoon. I called the club and said that you left at noon. But she was so anxious! No, call me and let me help you find you together!"

"But my phone hasn't been ringing all afternoon..." Zhang Jiale just replied half a sentence, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Damn my phone!"

He jumped straight from the swivel chair and went straight to the bed to flip the quilt, but after turning the bed into a mess, he still couldn't find his mobile phone.Zhang Jiale panicked, and flashed through his head the fragments of the whole day: when he left the club, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, and then he took a Baihua fan's car and drove around K City In a small half circle, let him leave himself at a bus stop some distance away from his residence, and then walk back with his luggage...

It's over... Did you drop your phone in that taxi?Or did it fall out of your pocket on the way from the bus stop to your home?

Zhang Jiale hastily put on his pants and was about to go out with a flashlight, but he stopped at the door.He turned his head to look at the laundry basket by the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly trotted over, and then lifted the lid of the laundry basket.After rummaging through the pile of clothes, sheets and curtains inside for a long time, Zhang Jiale let out a long breath and collapsed on the ground.

found it.

He held the dead phone tightly in his hand, stared at it for a while, raised his hand as if about to smash the phone, then closed his eyes suddenly, and slowly pressed the hand holding the phone to his chest— —His heart was still pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.When the mobile phone was not found, his heart seemed to be gouged out of his chest by someone's hand; when the mobile phone was found, the heart could indeed be put down, but he didn't know if it was because he was too nervous just now, and now he suddenly relaxed, and when the blood flowed into his heart Almost painful.

Zhang Jiale slowly got up and leaned against the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window.He smiled exhaustedly, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face, but it only seemed that his smile was more bitter than crying.

Can't let go.

I finally couldn't let go.

When my life is full of indelible traces of you, when everything about you has been integrated into my blood, how can I force myself to strip you from my life?

After plugging in the phone, Zhang Jiale dialed the number at home.

"Hey...Mom..."

"Ah, I'm fine. My phone ran out of battery in the afternoon. I just found out now."

"Haha, you must pay attention next time! Hey, hey, there is no next time, no next time!"

"Ah, I'm a little tired from playing, so I'll retire."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you must pay attention to your health. You and my dad are too!"

"I know. I'm going to get a job."

Not knowing what was said on the phone, Zhang Jiale froze.He bowed his head in silence, his untied hair hanging down to his collarbone.He didn't take a deep breath until Mama Zhang said "Hello" several times, and let himself smile:

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not waiting for him."

"Well. Goodbye, Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jiale stared at the phone screen in a daze.

On the screen lock interface is the promotional picture of the glory of Baihua's home stadium in K City during the third season.

An ammunition expert and a mad swordsman, Dazzling Hundred Blossoms and Blossoming Chaos, are exactly the Blossoming Blood Scene.

But now, even Dazzling Hundred Blossoms was gone.

Zhang Jiale has lost many things.Wallets, keys, watches, credit cards and ID cards have been lost more than once, and some even almost every year, so that in order to avoid losing the wallet, cash, credit cards, ID cards and various coupons and membership cards, he never takes them with him when he goes out. wallet.

But there are two things he never lost.

One is his Dazzling Hundred Blossoms account card.

The other one is this phone.

Because his mobile phone has been used for a long time, a layer of silver paint on the side has been worn away, but the screen is still smooth and smooth, without a single scratch.Most of the professional players are young people who like new gadgets, and there are not a few who follow the trend of electronic products. Therefore, whenever he takes out his mobile phone, he always attracts attention, and he is praised like "Zhang Jiale is really thrifty".Every time Zhang Jiale exclaimed in front of people that the quality of the brand-name mobile phone was so good and durable, when he got behind people, he could only smile wryly at the mobile phone, watching his melancholy face reflected on the backlit black screen.

Seeing that there is only bitterness in my heart, I want to throw it away but I still can't bear it.So I had no choice but to watch it over and over again with a heart full of sorrow and grief.In the end, I don't know when, this mobile phone has become a part of my life, and I can't get rid of it anymore.

Probably, it was because of him.

Zhang Jiale's birthday falls in winter and spring, and because it often falls during the long Spring Festival holiday, so since he was a child, his birthday celebrations have always been just blowing candles at home with his parents.

However, in the year of the third season, whether it was on purpose or by coincidence, he flew from City B to City K just before the Spring Festival, just in time for Zhang Jiale's birthday.

Zhang Jiale still remembers that when he handed over a small white box with a careless face, there was a faint blushing on the pinnae of his ears—even the tone of his speech at that time, Zhang Jiale still didn't care about it. Not badly remember:

"When I bought it, I directly set my birthday as the password. Do you know my birthday?"

Zhang Jiale smiled wryly.How is it possible not to remember?

The phone screen is automatically locked because it has not been touched for a long time.Zhang Jiale reached out and pressed the unlock button, and gently swiped open the screen:

0.

On the mobile phone desktop, the smiles of the two people illuminated Zhang Jiale's face in the darkness.

How can I not remember your birthday.

Zhang Jiale woke up from the cold the next morning.

He was already physically and mentally exhausted, and he had been busy all night, and at the end he had a false alarm. In the end, he lay down on the floor and fell asleep unknowingly.The air conditioner in the house was adequate, and Zhang Jiale, who was essentially an otaku, lay on the floor all night and ended up catching a cold.

Really bad enough...

Zhang Jiale twisted his sore limbs left and right, and then sneezing one after another, found the remote control panel of the air conditioner and turned off the air conditioner.After remaking a pot of honeysuckle tea, he opened the window, wrapped in the air conditioner and lay down under the blanket.

The slightly spicy wind rushed in from the open window, squeezing out the air-conditioning in the room bit by bit.Zhang Jiale's eyes were wide open, staring at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, because he sweated a little and didn't wipe it off in time, his whole body was wet, the quilt and the hair on his forehead were sticking to his skin, and it gradually became cold, and the whole quilt became even colder. It became damp, cold and sticky, and it was very uncomfortable.

When you are sick, you are very vulnerable.When vulnerable, people especially like to recall the past.

At that time, he was still a 17-year-old boy.