【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

That's it...is it over?

Why is the screen gray, why no matter how much he taps the keyboard, his proud Dazzling Hundred Blossoms still doesn't move?

get up!Keep fighting!It's not over yet!get up!

Zhang Jiale pressed the keyboard hard like a lunatic, but his right hand finally trembled so much that he could no longer hold the mouse tightly.He didn't know whether the countless emotions rushing in his heart at this time, making him want to scream and tear his own flesh and blood to release, were despair, remorse, or something else——

But he knew that he was unwilling, extremely unwilling.

If he didn't bring the negativity of losing in the individual competition to the team competition;

If there were no mistakes in his receiving movements;

If only he had been more stable and waited for his teammates to support him...

But everything is too late.

The gray and white screen and still images are constantly reminding him:

ended.

The cheers from the auditorium outside the stadium even faintly passed into the well-soundproof game room.

People were celebrating Team Excellent Era's victory, discussing the excitement of the game, admiring One Autumn Leaf's heroic figure, and witnessing the birth of a dynasty.

However, his dream, his hope, all the efforts he put in, this magnificent scene of flowers and blood, after all, fell on the last step that was about to touch the crown of glory.

The thousands of red fruits he has worked so hard to water, after all, are just the spring mud at the feet of the winners.

The scene of flowers and blood became the most eye-catching backdrop for the Excellent Era Dynasty's defending title in the third season.

Something dripped onto his hand with a little bit of temperature, and immediately rolled down the back of his hand, and it became colder and colder little by little.

His account card was still in the computer, but Zhang Jiale seemed ignorant, just sitting blankly facing the computer screen.

Champions, there will be more.

But the sweet vow he made the night before, the courage he had spent all his energy to accumulate, at this moment, like a balloon full of air being punctured suddenly, there is no bones left.

Could it be that God is foretelling himself that this relationship is destined to be dark?

At this point, then what is all the entanglement and tossing, all the sweetness, bitterness, and exhaustion that belonged to him alone?

Zhang Jiale lowered his head and tried to move his lips upwards, as if he wanted to make a smile, but in the end, he held the corner of his eyes and smashed two teardrops onto the table.

Before he had time to wait for him to feel sad for a while, the door behind him was opened with a "bang".

"I'm back from the media conference, why don't you come out?" Sun Zheping leaned against the door frame and yawned, "Didn't you secretly hide and cry after losing the game?"

"No way!" Zhang Jiale hastily stretched out his hand, wiped away his tears, then wiped his hands dry on his clothes, then turned his head and said with a forced smile, "Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will be forced to attend the press conference? You know I'm most afraid of reporters. "

Sun Zheping looked him up and down carefully, then turned and walked towards the corridor: "Hurry up and pack up and go back to the hotel."

"Oh, oh!" Zhang Jiale sniffed, touched his face again, made sure there were no tears to embarrass others, pushed the chair outward, and hurriedly chased Sun Zheping's back: "Wait for me to get down."

"Can't you remove the account card?" Sun Zheping turned his head, and didn't point out the strong nasal voice in his words and the red and slightly swollen eye sockets. It’s worth several million, if you lose it, you’ll spend years as a bonded laborer for nothing.”

Zhang Jiale touched his pocket, turned his head anxiously, pulled out the card and turned off the phone in one go, and laughed at himself: "Hey, with my IQ, it's no wonder Ye Qiu..."

"Forget about Ye Qiu." Sun Zheping covered Zhang Jiale's mouth with a stretched arm, and winked at him: "Go out for something to eat? I'll treat you."

Zhang Jiale pulled Sun Zheping's hand away and gave him a vicious look: "Bring me to drink bean juice again, I won't be fooled."

"Don't pull it down." Sun Zheping withdrew his hand and hugged the back of his head with both hands. Shi Shiran took two steps forward and realized that Zhang Jiale hadn't followed him. Go to: "Just eat at the hotel where we live?"

Zhang Jiale sneaked a glance at Sun Zheping's composed face from the corner of his eye, and the endless melancholy in his heart finally turned into tears and flowed out.

"I'm so unwilling..." He lowered his head, his eyes were blurred by tears, and he walked forward relying entirely on Sun Zheping's lead: "Just a little bit, I just a little bit... a little bit..."

The thin light veil of the fluorescent lamp spreads in the dark blue darkness, lengthening and shortening the shadows of the two people continuously.

Sun Zheping didn't look down at Zhang Jiale, and didn't say anything to comfort him. He just embraced Zhang Jiale, who was biting his lower lip and dripping tears, and walked silently in the deserted gymnasium after the game.

Sun Zheping didn't ask Zhang Jiale what the unfinished words were, and Zhang Jiale didn't answer either.

He just silently recited the words he could almost say over and over again in his heart.

I like you, Sun Zheping.

They still couldn't eat supper in the end.

Zhang Jiale's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he couldn't see anyone.In desperation, Sun Zheping thoughtfully took out his sunglasses and gave them to him, and the two took a taxi back to the hotel where they were staying.

This game is exhausting.

When they got back, Sun Zheping simply rinsed off and fell headlong into his bed.When Zhang Jiale came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and brushing his hair, he could only hear the sound of Sun Zheping's even breathing in the air embraced by the quiet darkness.

The water droplets on the slightly damp hair gently fell on his collarbone, and slid all the way down his skin, winding out a slightly cold water mark, which immediately soaked into the bathrobe.

thump.thump.

The fluff of the hotel carpet under his feet, separated by the thin sole of the slippers, seemed to be gently scratching his nerves, along his thighs, itching all the way to his heart.

thump.thump.thump.

Let yourself fall into the soft bed, but the rain stopped at this time.The moonlight washed clean by the rain, with a more cool and desolate attitude, shines brightly into the house through the glass windows covered with raindrops, shining a piece of moonlight and water.

thump.thump.thump.thump.

Lying on the bed with his eyes open, everything that happened during the day, like a movie replay, flashed before his eyes one after another.One Autumn Leaf with fangs and claws, gray screen, restless mood, suffocated chest, Sun Zheping's shout, Sun Zheping's figure leaning on the door frame, Sun Zheping's warm hands, Sun Zheping, Sun Zheping, Sun Zheping...

thump.Plop plop.Plop plop plop plop...

The continuous heartbeat finally made him no longer able to pretend that he didn't know.

Zhang Jiale suddenly sat up from the bed.

The rustling sound of the cloth rubbing against each other has long been buried by his deafening heartbeat.

Sun Zheping slept there.

So, just once.

Once is fine.

Zhang Jiale tried hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva, as if driven by something, he quietly climbed out of bed, and tiptoed towards Sun Zheping's bed.

In the darkness, I could almost feel the temperature of his breath; the occasional trembling and twitching of his eyelashes seemed to stir my heartstrings.

He closed his eyes, hiding the flamboyance and frivolity in those eyes——

Only at this time, his face will make me feel that he is still a teenager.

Zhang Jiale held his breath, and slowly moved closer to Sun Zheping's cheek.

Then, she pressed her lips lightly on his face.

It was only as heavy as a feather, but it seemed as if a hundred thousand lightning bolts whizzed past his lips at this moment.His heart was numb with pain in the midst of cheers, a bit of bitterness lingered in his throat, but for some reason, it became a new numbness and sweetness, wrapping his whole brain with layers of sticky syrup.

He gently closed his eyes, but he didn't dare to continue to deepen that kiss. He only kept the posture of light touch, and silently prayed that time could stop at this moment, so that he could vent all his desires this year on In this furtive kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, the surging waves in his heart finally calmed down.He moved his lips away from Sun Zheping's cheeks, sighed in a low voice, as if he had let go of a thought, and turned to go back to his bed.

However, a firm force suddenly restrained his wrist.

The blood seemed to flow from the body back to the heart in an instant, as if falling into an ice cellar, Zhang Jiale didn't even dare to breathe for a while.

He tried his best to suppress his trembling, turned his head slightly, and wanted to take a sneak peek, but met Sun Zheping's dark, smiling eyes.

"You, you, you..." It took Zhang Jiale a lot of effort to find his voice, "Aren't you asleep?"

Sun Zheping had a playful face, but he didn't let go of Zhang Jiale's wrist: "Aren't you too? You don't sleep at night, sneak up on my bed, what do you want to do while I'm sleeping?"

The brain almost froze immediately, and Zhang Jiale said reflexively: "No way! I...don't talk nonsense when I fell asleep!"

"Can you talk while asleep?"

"daydream!"

"Then how about kissing me?"

"What?! You..." The thin wrist under his hand began to tremble slightly, but the owner of the wrist still refused to turn his head: "I, I, I... I sleepwalk!"

Sun Zheping smiled.

"Ok."

He let go of his tightly circled hands.When Zhang Jiale was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he heard him speak again.

"In that case, this is really a coincidence."

In a daze, Zhang Jiale felt a strong force pull him down on the bed.

"Me too."

Immediately afterwards, two warm and soft lips wrapped his lips firmly and forcefully.

That was a real kiss.

Looking at Zhang Jiale, who was covering Guan Gong's face with a smile, and his head was almost emitting smoke, Sun Zheping licked his lips, "Stupid?"

"I..." Zhang Jiale's soul came out of his body, and after Sun Zheping lightly touched his head, he reacted and glared: "My first kiss!"

Although Zhang Jiale thought he had 12 points of anger in his eyes, in Sun Zheping's eyes, his wet eyes were really cute.He smiled crookedly: "Didn't experience it well?"

After all, without waiting for Zhang Jiale's reaction, he clasped the back of his head with one hand, and kissed him deeply again.

Ignoring Zhang Jiale's humming in protest and his constantly moving hands and feet, Sun Zheping closed his eyes and kissed the person in front of him earnestly and forcefully.It wasn't until Zhang Jiale was breathless from the kiss that he opened his eyes in a daze, and it took a long time to realize that they had transferred the battlefield to his own bed at some point.

He fell down on the soft bedding and pillows, and Sun Zheping supported his side with both hands, looking down at him with a smile.

Seeing Sun Zheping's face getting closer and closer, Zhang Jiale tremblingly closed his eyes, but when he heard Sun Zheping chuckle, he only pressed his lips lightly on the corner of his lips, and leaned closer to his ear: "What are you thinking?" What? I have to catch a plane tomorrow, go to bed."

Even though his cheeks were so red that they were about to drip blood, Zhang Jiale still didn't dare to open his eyes.

I'm afraid it's just a dream.

But if this is really just a dream.

That's enough too.