【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

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With the muffled sound of a briefcase being thrown on the solid wood desk, the grandfather who was sitting behind the desk and looking at the documents only slightly rolled his eyelids, glanced at his eyes, and smoothed the sleeves of the suit together with the inner shirt on his elbows. The young man who made several folds on the straight cloth: "You don't wear clothes like this."

Sun Zheping casually rolled up his sleeves from his elbows, turned his head and sat down on the leather chair on the other side of the desk, crossed his legs and said, "I'm quitting."

"Young people should keep their feet on the ground and do a good job from the grassroots level." Grandfather didn't raise his eyes, but the golden nib of the pen in his hand drew a black mark that was not too deep or too shallow on the document.He frowned slightly: "But since you don't want to do it in the subsidiary company, then come back, there will always be a place for you."

"That's not what I meant." Sun Zheping raised his eyes, not knowing where to look: "I want to go back to Glory to play the game."

Grandfather finally lifted his eyes from behind his gold-rimmed glasses.His gaze came from behind the lens, sharp and unreasonable: "What did you say?"

"I said," Sun Zheping stood up, propped his hands on the table, his eyes met his father's sharp gaze, and he spoke word by word without flinching or avoiding: "I, yes, back, glory."

"No." Grandpa sneered, his gaze behind the lens became sharper, as if he could dissect every inch of his flesh and blood.

Sun Zheping still supported the table, and raised his sword-brows for no reason to give rise to a sense of coercion, pushing back the oppressive feeling that his grandfather had hit him: "What if I have to go?"

Grandfather raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "It's not up to you."

Sun Zheping remained unmoved, and almost stubbornly smiled at his father's sharp eyes: "You can't stop me."

"You said the same thing seven years ago." As if he had expected Sun Zheping's answer, his father simply screwed the cap on the pen in his hand, folded his arms, leaned back into the back of the chair, and said calmly, "But you came back in the end." gone."

"But when I want to leave, no one can block my way." Sun Zheping shrugged, took off his suit jacket and suit vest and put them on the table casually, rolled up his shirt sleeves, turned and walked out the door: "You couldn't stop it seven years ago, and you can't stop it today."

Grandfather frowned slightly: "Are you demonstrating against me?"

"No." Sun Zheping didn't look back, just smiled slightly, "I just came to inform you."

"Your hand is healed?" Looking at Sun Zheping's back, Father Sun's eyes suddenly fell on his left hand, which was still wrapped in bandages, and he said coldly, "Do you think there will be a team that wants you with your current state? "

"There will always be." As if one thing was on his mind, Sun Zheping waved his hand back easily, and then walked out the door: "Even if there is no one, my team will go back."

Walking out of the office covered with plush soft carpets, Sun Zheping's leather heels hit the marble floor with a crisp sound, which echoed back and forth in the spacious and bright hall on the top floor of the building.It was the depth of spring, and the outside of the window was so cold that it couldn't pass through the thin layer of glass like sunlight, so the only thing that brushed Sun Zheping's exposed forearm was the warm air from the central air conditioner.

Sun Zheping had his account card in his pocket.

The name of the account card given by Zhong Yebei is really unacceptable, and the allocation of skill points is not satisfactory, but the equipment is really good, so Sun Zheping found the trumpet he created a long time ago at the bottom of the cabinet, and put The equipment on the Playboy Superman was transferred one by one to his trumpet, which was not yet at full level.

After he and Zhang Jiale became famous back then, it took some work to enter the game.Of course, the large one can no longer be used. When the two built the small one, Zhang Jiale found out the allusion of "Falling Blossoms" that he picked up on the spur of the moment.

The east wind blows the water and the sun holds the mountain, and the spring is long and idle.The flowers are in a mess, the wine is fading, and the singing and dancing are in the dream.

The sound of wearing is quiet, and the make-up is incomplete at night, who can fix the emerald maid?Lingering to cherish the beautiful scenery, leaning alone in the evening at dusk.

Li Houzhu's words are naturally full of melancholy, and the second half of the boudoir's grievances were naturally caught by Zhang Jiale, and laughed at him for a long time.

However, the scattered flowers, the waning of poetry and wine, the leisurely spring day, and the drunken dreams and singing are the visions that he wanted but could not get when he was young, and was sealed in his heart.

What he seeks, apart from the glory of burning his life, is nothing more than a piece of leisure and tranquility.

Now that I think about it, the time I spent with Zhang Jiale was neither too long nor too short, but it was all he wanted in life—struggling for dreams, but having a peaceful and happy life, a person worthy of all A trusted partner, a lover who is fortunate enough to be in love with each other.

Zhang Jiale named his trumpet "Shallow Flower Charming" that day, and insisted that Sun Zheping name his trumpet "Xianhua Chunye".Sun Zheping thought and thought, and finally nodded in agreement, and at the same time typed another line:

Sleep for another summer.

The days of spring are long, there are idle flowers falling to the ground, falling flowers are scattered, and even more messy flowers disturb the eyes, and shallow flowers are charming.

However, he just wanted to get rid of all the flowers in the summer when the sun was shining and the flowers were sparse and shaded. He only wanted to hold one person and sleep until the deep feeling of autumn.

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go.

Sun Zheping pressed the elevator button and watched the silvery white numbers on the display jump from 1 all the way.

The past cannot be learned from, but the fortunate ones can still catch up.

Fortunately, his left hand, which has undergone continuous rehabilitation for several years, is no longer as stiff and painful as before. Fortunately, he finally accepted Zhong Yebei's request and re-boarded the game. Fortunately, he still has a little dusty but not forgotten Tinder...

Fortunately, his love for Glory is still alive.

That night, I turned on the computer and logged in to the game. After the short-term discomfort caused by returning suddenly after being away for too long subsided, deep familiarity and nostalgia flooded in like a tide.

As he expected, the glory to him is that once it is contaminated, it can never be discarded.

Slowly turning the viewing angle, repeatedly reliving the long-lost passion rolling back and forth in his veins, Sun Zheping couldn't help but sit in front of the computer all night.

In the early morning, facing the orange-red sun slowly rising outside the window, he took a sip of the honeysuckle tea in his hand, and the cold and hypothermic tea stirred a bit of bitterness on the tip of his tongue.

Ever since he formed a team with Zhang Jiale and gradually got his affairs on track, as a professional player he maintained his self-consciousness and rarely stayed up late.

The most impressive time was a day in the playoffs of the third season.

The day before, they had just won against Tiny Herb in the semi-final away by a big score, but Zhang Jiale was still depressed.

Although Zhang Jiale's depression and indifference to people began after the home game against Tyranny, but after the away game against Tiny Herb, that depression seemed to materialize, reflecting his fair complexion. His face was so green that almost no one dared to approach him within a three-meter radius—in the first round of the individual competition, he was defeated by Tiny Herb's rookie Wang Jiexi with a 30% HP advantage, and even in the team competition by Tiny Herb. BOX-1 made a mistake, and Tiny Herb seized the opportunity to set fire to the end. In the end, it all depended on Sun Zheping [-]v[-] to save the battle. Zhang Jiale's resentment was not justified.

So after getting off the plane and returning to the small team building, when the other team members went back to their rooms to rest and adjust, Zhang Jiale didn't even put down his luggage, and went straight to the training room without saying a word.

Sun Zheping also knew Zhang Jiale's depression in his heart, so he let him brood in the training room to reflect on himself.Calling him at dinner, Zhang Jiale would not go as usual, so Sun Zheping had no choice but to pack another rice noodle and bring it back to the small building and put it at his hand; but when it was time to turn off the lights, Sun Zheping lay in the dark dormitory with his eyes open. After a long time, Zhang Jiale still didn't come back.

He had no choice but to shave his hair and sit up on the bed, put on a coat casually, and went downstairs to find him with his slippers on.

When I went downstairs, I saw that the lights in the training room were still shining into the silent and dark corridor.Pushing open the door of the training room, the sound of clicking the keyboard came to his ears.In the not-so-big but not-so-small training room, only one computer was turned on, illuminating Zhang Jiale's expressionless face.

"You're not sleeping yet, the lights are turned off." Sun Zheping took a closer look, and saw that the rice noodles bought for Zhang Jiale at night had already cooled completely, and the rice noodles were swollen and soft after being soaked in the soup. The smell of chilling chili oil: "Not even for dinner."

"Not hungry." Zhang Jiale didn't raise his head, and his hands kept operating, several small red dots on the screen were shot by the villain he manipulated in an instant: "Go to sleep first."

Sun Zheping tightened the plastic bag containing the rice noodles: "You have been practicing for a long time, and if you continue to practice like this, something will happen. Today's game is not entirely your problem. We have some problems with Tiny Herb's tactical arrangement." Mistakes can be avoided after everyone discusses next time, you don't have to..." In the middle of speaking, he saw that Zhang Jiale didn't seem to be listening to him at all, he sighed, and suddenly pulled away the chair in front of the computer next to Zhang Jiale. He sat down on his buttocks and turned on the computer.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jiale finally raised his head and gave him a surprised look.Under the pale lights of the training room, his face was pale and frightening, and his lips were dry and peeled. I don't know how long he hadn't drank water.

"Eat something first." Sun Zheping pushed the rice noodles in front of Zhang Jiale, "Aren't you going to practice? I'll practice with you."

"You don't have to..." Zhang Jiale frowned, but Sun Zheping stopped him when he spoke, "It's all on." With a tyrannical smirk, he skillfully opened a training software on the desktop.

Zhang Jiale didn't speak any more, but buried his head in front of the screen again, typing on the keyboard with his ten fingers flying.

In the silent night, only one light in the first training room was lit in An Mi Baihua Xiaolou.No one spoke, only two voices with completely different rhythms and textures swirled and entangled in the room.

Speechless all night, but time flies.

When the sun was slanting up outside the small building, Sun Zheping stretched his waist, glanced sideways at the people around him, and saw that Zhang Jiale finally couldn't stand it anymore, and lay down in front of the computer screen.He closed his eyes, and under the sunlight slanting through the window, his blue eyelashes cast a slender projection on his face, trembling once or twice, like a butterfly fluttering its wings after the rain.

For some reason, Sun Zheping's heartbeat suddenly became a little messy.

He actually wanted to stretch out his hand and lightly touch the face in front of him that was also as smooth as flower petals.

And he did.

But just a touch—

"Zhang Jiale!" Sun Zheping was suffocated in his heart—the skin under his hands was as soft and smooth as he expected, but it was hot; when he looked at Zhang Jiale's face carefully, the orange halo was just bestowed by Chaoyang's goodwill. He covered the light and looked again, how could there be a trace of blood?

"Zhang Jiale, wake up!" Sun Zheping shook Zhang Jiale's shoulders and kept calling his name loudly.Zhang Jiale seemed to have finally sensed it, and opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to open his mouth to say something, but he could only make a "hissing" sound.

Sun Zheping stood up from his seat in an instant, pulled Zhang Jiale's chair away without any explanation, and picked him up with a copy of his hand:

"I'll take you to the hospital."