【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

The cirrus clouds in the morning sun are light red, and the dew is thick in the deep spring.The morning fog has not dissipated, and on the street that is about to wake up, only a few old street lamps are still half-opened with sleepy eyes, dispelling half of the drowsiness through layers of white gauze.

The light of the street lamp and the sun light patted his face lightly through the morning mist, as if covering him with a layer of orange veil.The wind in front of him was still a bit pretentious, but Sun Zheping, who was only wearing a thin windbreaker, was still sweating profusely.

Zhang Jiale in his arms usually looks very thin and feels awkward to the touch, but it is unexpectedly heavy to hold.

It was 15:[-] in the morning, before dawn, and the street was silent.He held Zhang Jiale in his arms and waited for nearly [-] minutes at the gate of the small team building, but he didn't even see a car.After a long time, I only felt that the two arms gradually became numb and heavy, and there might be one or two sharp pains like snowflakes on the flashing TV screen in the midst of the sluggish insensitivity.

He sighed, his hot and humid breath beat into the cold and humid air, blending with the mist in front of him.He slowly squatted down, slowly pulled out one hand from behind Zhang Jiale's knee, and tightly clasped Zhang Jiale's right arm with the other hand, and gently lowered Zhang Jiale to the ground, turned around again, and lifted him up carefully .

Zhang Jiale's body was very hot, the scorching heat pressed against his back through the thin fabric of the windbreaker, his arms were hanging softly on his chest, his slightly long hair and his soft breathing touched his neck The wind was blowing down, but it made him more and more bored—he could feel his slight trembling, hear his low moan, and his heart was full of anxiety—but there was still no car.

The bus at the gate of the small building hadn't reached the departure time for the morning shift, and standing in the wind only made him feel Zhang Jiale's hot body temperature even more in the slightly cold air.Sun Zheping gritted his teeth, carried Zhang Jiale on his back again, and stepped into the depths of the fog.

Zhang Jiale opened his eyes in a gentle bump.

The first thing that came into view was Sun Zheping's profile.

"Awake." Sun Zheping turned his head slightly, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and kept walking, "Hang on, we'll be at the hospital soon."

"Let me down, I can walk by myself." The cold air was sucked into his lungs by him, and when he exhaled it was scalding hot again.Zhang Jiale opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he raised his head, he only let out a low and hoarse moan, and a burst of dizziness spread from his brain in an instant, messing up his brain.The strength of his hands and feet seemed to have been sucked clean. Zhang Jiale, who was aware of his current situation and wanted to struggle, could only continue to obediently lie on Sun Zheping's generous back, and gently rested his head on the hollow of his shoulder.

Sun Zheping let out a muffled laugh in his chest: "You can walk by yourself like this? Just lie down on your stomach. Fortunately, the hospital is not too far away."

Zhang Jiale looked at Sun Zheping's mouth full of fine beads of sweat and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy.The smell from Sun Zheping's body and the cool dew smell filled his nasal cavity together, making Zhang Jiale's nose sour and almost crying.

One of my hearts has obviously been smashed into a mess, but it will always be the next time when the warmth comes, I still can't help but do it myself, ignoring all the pain, holding the glass glue to glue the heart piece by piece, and then handing it over timidly. When I went out, someone threw it on the ground, and I smiled and clapped my hands, yelling "well smashed" and "well smashed".

I'm so unhappy.

But who do you blame?

Zhang Jiale smiled bitterly.

Don't waste the glass glue like this, the glass glue will cry if you know it.

His voice came from behind Sun Zheping, muffled: "Why don't you take a taxi."

"I thought, I can't beat you. Who can beat you and walk with your 100-plus catties of meat." Sun Zheping couldn't laugh or cry, "You should really lose weight after you recover from your illness."

"Fart, I'm much lighter than you." Zhang Jiale arched Sun Zheping's back with the greatest strength, squeezing the gap between himself and him: "How long have you been walking?"

Sun Zheping's voice was mixed with gasps: "About ten minutes? We'll be there in another five minutes. Don't talk, lie on my back and sleep for a while. I'll call you when we arrive."

Zhang Jiale still wanted to talk back, but the words came to his lips, and after turning around, he didn't have the energy to speak out anyway.

I dare not define it as a blessing in disguise, I dare not tell him my secret joy and apprehension, I dare not let him know that the back in front of me has unconsciously filled his heart once again.Just lying on his generous back, feeling the ups and downs of the soft waves.

The street scene twisted in a bizarre way before his eyes, his body's weakness and throbbing temples twisted into a dull pain.Tiredness took advantage of the void, and all exhaustion finally returned to a silent darkness.

There was no longer the chaos of pain in the mind, but the whole body was full of sticky hotness.

When Zhang Jiale opened his eyes again, he was already in the infusion room of the hospital.

There is a hanging bottle in his hand, and the medicine in the bottle is almost exhausted.He tried to open his mouth to call the nurse, but his voice was still low and hoarse.In desperation, he raised his other hand without the needle and waved it vigorously, and the windbreaker he was covering fell to the hospital floor as he moved.

He slowly bent down to pick up his coat, and turned his head to see Sun Zheping who was sleeping beside him.

Sun Zheping's coat was in his hands, still carrying his body temperature, so Sun Zheping, who only wore a loose T-shirt, hugged his two bare arms and slept uneasy.Just staying up all night with Zhang Jiale, and carrying him all the way to the hospital until he was given salt water, Sun Zheping must have been exhausted, and that's why he tilted his head and leaned against the cold metal chair back in the hospital's infusion room On, unknowingly entered the dreamland.

The nurse quickly pulled out the needle inserted in the empty bottle and inserted it into another bag of saline. Two drops of cold liquid medicine leaked from the needle tip and splashed on the back of Sun Zheping's hand.Feeling the slight coolness from his skin, he straightened up and sat up, squinted to look at the newly replaced salt water bag, then pushed Zhang Jiale's bangs away with his backhand, and touched his forehead.

"It's much better." He withdrew his hand from Zhang Jiale's forehead, and then tested the temperature on his own forehead: "When I brought you here, it was 41 degrees and you could fry eggs on your forehead. The doctor said you It’s just that I’m under too much pressure and I’m in a bad mood, and I’ve caught a cold from a little wind, so I still don’t believe it.” Before Zhang Jiale could speak, he grinned again, his white teeth piercing Zhang Jiale’s retinas: “Are you hungry?”

As if conjuring, he stretched out his hand to pick up two plastic bags from the seat next to him, and waved them triumphantly in front of Zhang Jiale: "You didn't eat that bowl of rice noodles last night, did you?" He peeled off the plastic bags carefully, He unscrewed a bag of soy milk and handed it to Zhang Jiale: "I bought soy milk and knife-cut steamed buns for you. It's getting cold, so you should put them on first. The fried dough sticks and steamed buns are too oily so I didn't dare to buy them. I'm afraid you won't be able to digest them well." .”

What the fingertips touched was obviously warm soy milk, but it seemed that there was a curl of hot air covering the eyeballs one by one, making Zhang Jiale's eye sockets red.

In order to block the mist that was about to pour out of his eyes, Zhang Jiale angrily bit the mouth of the soy milk bottle and sucked it hard.The stomach pouch that had been vacant for a long time could no longer feel hunger, and after taking a few mouthfuls of soy milk, he only started to feel a numb pain.

The road ahead is obviously bleak and bleak, but behind the willows and flowers, there is an unprecedented light of hope shining in front of us.

If it's just a friend, can you ask him not to be so nice to himself?

Even though I thought this way, I still couldn't help but rush to that piece of light and warmth like moths to a flame.

"Sun Zheping, I will work hard." Zhang Jiale suddenly whispered.

Try to make yourself stronger and braver, be strong enough to no longer worry about trivial matters, overcome all difficulties and obstacles and run towards your dreams, be brave enough to stop being entangled in your inner emotions and the eyes of others, and listen to the voice from the deepest part of your heart .

He will strive to become stronger and braver, strong enough to win the championship, and brave enough to show his heart.

The promise that he silently made to himself before echoed in Zhang Jiale's heart and ears again.He turned his head solemnly: "Dry Tiny Herb to death."

"Well, do it!"

"Damn the imperial wind!"

"All right."

"Damn Excellent Era!"

"Must!" Sun Zheping couldn't help laughing at Zhang Jiale biting a steamed bun, picked up his coat from Zhang Jiale's lap, shook it vigorously, and put it on Zhang Jiale's back again: " Don't be awkward?"

"Kill them to death and win the championship first!" Zhang Jiale glanced at him, adjusted the infusion speed to the fastest, and looked at the nurse's station restlessly: "Go and ask the nurse if the other hand can hold it. Go back to training early after hanging up!"

"I'm taking a good leave of absence, you idiot, you want to hang up in the operating room." Sun Zheping slowed down the infusion wheel, "You hang up first, and I'll shut up for a while. Call me if you have anything to do."

Zhang Jiale turned his head away and didn't answer.

It wasn't until the breathing of the person next to his ear became even and deep that he blushed and gently moved his head, which was leaning against the back of the chair, onto his shoulder.

After the match against Tiny Herb, the match went smoothly. In the second match of the semifinals, Hundred Blossoms won the home game with a score of 8:2, advancing to the season three finals.

The only surprise for Sun Zheping was that after stepping down, at the entrance of Baihua's contestants, he unexpectedly ran into Wei Herb's strange young man who had just made his debut and assumed the position of captain, who broke all the walls of newcomers.The young man didn't seem to be surprised to meet Sun Zheping here, and he didn't congratulate Baihua for successfully entering the finals. He just glanced at him with his large and small eyes, and suddenly smiled with unknown meaning.

"Hongluan is moving."

Leaving only four words, the boy turned around and walked away, leaving Sun Zheping standing there alone inexplicably.

"The press conference is about to start, what are you standing here watching?" Zhang Jiale came up from behind and patted Sun Zheping on the shoulder.

Sun Zheping glanced at Zhang Jiale.

"Nothing. Let's go."