【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

At the end of April, spring will be late.The scattered flowers gradually fade into green, and the sun is misty and the clouds are covered with dew.Although the beginning of summer is approaching, the cold spring is still lingering, and under the slanting wind, there is also a slight coolness that brushes people's temples from time to time.

At the Changshui International Airport in City K today, the crowd was as bustling as ever.

A person was dragging a huge silver suitcase, with his back hooked and his head bowed all the way, stopping every three steps, circling around, and then slowly moving forward against the wall.Looking closely, the man was wearing a white hooded sweater, with the hood pulled down low, revealing only a small half of his face that was completely blocked by a pair of sunglasses and a mask that covered most of his face.

This person's mysterious and weird attire naturally attracted the attention of countless passers-by: Is he a celebrity who wraps himself up so tightly?But if it's a celebrity, how can there be no assistant bodyguard agent and a group of people following him generously?His obviously evasive actions made his attire even more suspicious in this airport where people are passing by in a hurry.

His behavior was so sneaky that he naturally attracted the attention of the airport security personnel.Several burly security personnel followed him secretly, following him all the way to the security gate with his luggage.

The staff member in a dark blue uniform looked the person in front of him up and down, and couldn't help imagining the person's appearance: "Sir, would you please take off your hat, sunglasses and mask?"

The man was startled, as if hesitating, but before the security personnel behind him rushed up to drag him away, he finally reached out slowly and took off his glasses and mask.

Under the cover of the hood was a face that had been favored by domestic Glory female players a few years ago.

Zhang Jiale smiled embarrassingly at the young girl who checked him, but unexpectedly, the girl rolled her eyes: "What are you laughing at, raise your hands up. Take off your hat too."

Zhang Jiale hastily took off his hood, but heard the girl's almost inaudible sneer: "Isn't it just to flee to Q City with your tail between your legs, why are you pretending to be secretive? Coward, do you think that many people will take a second look at you?" ?”

Zhang Jiale was stunned.

Until the inspection was over, the girl with a normal smirk said calmly: "Sir, you can go."

As if waking up from a dream, Zhang Jiale hastily reached out, grabbed the sunglasses and mask he put in the basket, dragged his suitcase, and fled.

Sitting in the corner of the waiting room, looking up at the blue sky outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Zhang Jiale felt sad.

It's like being exiled from K City.

It turned out that I was already so annoying.

But shouldn't all of this be expected?

Shouldn't these all be prepared when you make your choice?

Knowing this, but...

As if afraid of being recognized again, Zhang Jiale covered his face which had already put on sunglasses and a mask again.

After the finals of the third season, the attention of the people of City K to the game "Glory", which is no longer a new game, has once again increased exponentially.And the most intuitive manifestation is that the local team Hundred Blossoms in K City became a hot topic of discussion among the citizens after dinner, and the ratings of the related advertising endorsements doubled and doubled.

Taking advantage of this trend, Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping, the ace players of Team Hundred Blossoms, also responded to the team's request and opened their personal Weibo.All of a sudden, the number of fans on Weibo of the two grew faster day by day, scaring Zhang Jiale who had hardly touched social media before.

"It's only been one day, and the number of fans has exceeded [-]!" Zhang Jiale lay on the bed, holding his phone and exclaimed, "So many people like us! Haha!" For a moment, the phone slipped out of his hand and hit him with a "slap" He yelled at the pain on his face, turned to look at Sun Zheping, but saw that he was secretly smiling, and felt annoyed, so he jumped onto his bed with his mobile phone, turned over and pressed him on top of him: "There is no reaction at all." ?”

"Then..." Sun Zheping glanced at Zhang Jiale, pretending to be contemplative, and said seriously, "Did you hit it well?"

"Fuck you!" Seeing Sun Zheping's smile that finally had nowhere to hide, Zhang Jiale picked up the pillow and threw it at him, the two of them got into a mess.Finally, after a round of entanglement, Sun Zheping pushed the panting Zhang Jiale back under him, and asked with a smirk, "Are you convinced?"

"Your sister!" Zhang Jiale glared at him, and when he heard the notification tone on his phone, he broke free from Sun Zheping's restraint without knowing where he was, and took a look at the phone, beaming with joy: "I just sent Someone commented on Weibo!"

Sun Zheping spread his hands, and saw Zhang Jiale excitedly replying to fans' comments one after another, and yawned: "What did you post?"

"Selfie." Zhang Jiale didn't look up, "Chu Chen said fans like to watch this."

Sun Zheping couldn't help laughing: "You really think of yourself as a big star who relies on his looks? Don't forget that we rely on our skills and achievements."

Zhang Jiale didn't take it seriously: "But the fans seem to really like to watch it." Suddenly he raised his head and smiled slyly at Sun Zheping: "I have so many girls among my fans, are you envious?"

Sun Zheping kicked his soft buttocks: "I'm envious, no matter how many female fans you have, I'll let you..."

Before the words finished, Zhang Jiale screamed.

Sun Zheping became nervous: "What's wrong?"

"Am I ugly?" Zhang Jiale covered his head, squatted on the bed, and stared at the phone screen with aggrieved eyes: "Am I a terminal cancer?"

"What is it?" Sun Zheping took a closer look, but saw a recent comment under the photo Zhang Jiale posted in the morning with a "V" scissors hand:

Hahahaha, just looking at the late-stage outfit of the po master, you know that Baihua definitely doesn't have a girl!

Sun Zheping grabbed the phone in Zhang Jiale's hand, shut it off quickly, threw the phone on Zhang Jiale's bed with a stretch of his arm, then turned around and hooked Zhang Jiale's waist: "It's true."

"No!" Zhang Jiale was obviously serious, slapped Sun Zheping's hand off, jumped to his suitcase, pulled out the clothes one by one and threw them on the bed.

Sun Zheping looked at the clothes on the bed that piled up into a hill after a while, and said with great interest, "Aren't your clothes all T-shirts and sweatpants? What else can we dig out?"

With a "bang", Zhang Jiale closed the box angrily: "Tomorrow I'll go buy a shirt, trousers, silk tie, and a V-neck sweater!"

Sun Zheping laughed and fell on the bed: "In this weather, you dare to go out wearing the outfit you mentioned, and I'll lie down and fuck you."

"real or fake!"

"fake."

If Sun Zheping was given a chance to go back in time, he might choose to go back to the day before when Zhang Jiale first opened Weibo.

He would prevent Zhang Jiale from smugly posing a silly pose, showing a silly smile, taking that silly photo of him, and posting that silly Weibo.Naturally, there is no need to receive that comment, and Zhang Jiale no longer needs to spend half an hour choosing the one that matches his limp sweatpants from a pile of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple T-shirts before going out. one piece.

He also didn't have to accompany Zhang Jiale in this shopping mall for almost a whole day.

Zhang Jiale unexpectedly cares about what fans think of him.From hairstyle to figure, to clothing and accessories selection, and even small selfie filters, he will try the modes in the mobile phone software one by one.

"Are you too concerned about your image in the hearts of fans?" Sun Zheping carried a bag of clothes, and walked beside Zhang Jiale, who had newly trimmed long hair (however he couldn't see what had changed): " People are not perfect, and fans don't pay attention to you because of how you look, won't you have an explanation if you win the game?"

Zhang Jiale shook his head: "You have to win the competition, and you have to pay attention to your appearance." His eyes were shining with the brilliance that Sun Zheping always liked to see: "Since everyone likes me, then I must not disappoint everyone's expectations. I There is nothing to repay the love of fans, so I can only do my best to meet their requirements in all aspects I can do."

Sun Zheping smiled helplessly, "You're really tired." After a pause, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Jiale: "Give me the bag in your hand."

"I can handle it." Zhang Jiale still wanted to say something, but Sun Zheping grabbed it directly: "It's your business if you want to live a tiring life. I can't stop you. Can't I help you share a little bit?"

Zhang Jiale snickered, looked up and saw a sales office not far away, his longing for the future flashed through his mind, he took Sun Zheping's elbow and walked towards the door of the sales office: "Then you can help me share some of the house price by the way." OK?"

The sales lady who received the two was a young girl with exquisite makeup.Seeing the two of them stepping into the gate of the sales office, the sales girl was about to greet them with the warmest and most ceremonial smiles, when suddenly her expression froze and she covered her mouth with ecstasy: "Zhang Jiale! Sun Zheping!"

Zhang Jiale was taken aback by the little girl rushing forward, but soon he grinned what he thought was the brightest smile, and stretched out his hand to the sales lady: "Hello, you also play Glory?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The girl nodded like a chicken pecking rice, her big eyes with heavy eyeliner almost blurred with tears: "I am a fan of Baihua! I really like you! I really, really like you! "

The movement here attracted the attention of many staff members in the deserted sales office. After seeing clearly that the visitors were Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and they surrounded the two of them. It was a leak.

Asking for a group photo, asking for an autograph, asking for a handshake... Zhang Jiale was surrounded by the crowd, looking at the happy faces of the people with admiration, he suddenly felt that his feet were light, his heart was swelling, and his whole body was about to fly.

Suddenly a force dragged him back to the ground.

Looking back, Sun Zheping looked calm: "Let's come and see the house."

The staff were just waking up from a dream, and enthusiastically brought the two of them to the construction simulation sand table, and started talking endlessly.

Zhang Jiale didn't listen to a single word of what was said.

He just felt people's fiery eyes on him along the way, and his heart was scorching hot.

It turned out that he was really liked by so many people.

Zhang Jiale took a peek at Sun Zheping, who was listening carefully to the sales lady's introduction, and quietly touched his finger with his little finger, and he stretched his palm and grasped it.

Zhang Jiale wanted to pull out his fingers, but he couldn't get rid of the intoxicating temperature. He felt a little nervous about being discovered. In the end, he even felt that he was an incense stick being gently roasted by the fire. squab.

Although it is hot and hot, it has such a happy aroma, which is fascinating. If you don't notice it, you can't stop it.

Hot, shy, sweet, and proud emotions intertwined in one place, rushing his brain lightly.

Ah, Zhang Jiale, you are really the happiest person in the world.