【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

It was nightfall when the plane landed.

Liuting Airport is not far from the sea, so the night wind that blows head-on and still has a hint of salty ocean smell.

Zhang Jiale's bangs were fluttered by the wind, and he dragged his suitcase, walking aimlessly along the sidewalk.

Along the sea level, a series of light spots flickered and jumped into a line, surrounding the seawall, reflecting a little bit of light on the dead black sea.The dim yellow street lamps on the old street seemed to warm the body, but only this small ray of light was just mottled in Zhang Jiale's eyes.

Although he had been to the city countless times over the past few years, he had never really enjoyed it.

From no time, no energy, no mood, until now, nothing.

At this time, the sky was starless and moonless, and the layers of clouds could barely press down on the sea.Even though it was dark, the streets were still full of traffic.However, the endless flow of people in the past seems to be coming and going in another world. At this time and this place, he is the only one standing here silently, facing the wind and the sea,

Hearing the falling cherry blossoms fall to the ground behind him, the sound of the tide lapping on the shore was deafening.

In the end it was nothing but loneliness.

For some reason, Zhang Jiale wandered aimlessly around the Tyranny Club.

The food stalls on the old street still have no intention of closing. Simple tables and chairs are lined up along the sidewalk, and small blackboards with price tags are placed at the door of each house.The lights from the street fall on the log-colored tabletop, making the aroma and mist from the plates of scallion clams and charcoal-grilled scallops on the table invisible, and also illuminate the happy backs of the diners.

Dragging the suitcase and walking beside the hustle and bustle of people, Zhang Jiale lowered his head and walked silently in the direction of the Tyranny Club on the blind path.But when passing by a store, he stopped suddenly.

The tactile sensation of the blind path under his feet became less distinct at this moment, but there was clearly something, following his eyes, piercing into his heart with scorching heat and swelling all the way.

The raised second step, the wooden beer barrels, the tables and chairs with dirty oil, and the big signboard with the word "beer" - that was completely different from many years ago. The shop that hasn't changed.

He came back here, but no one stopped him from taking out a ten-yuan bill that was about to sweat, and with half apprehension and half expectation, he went to make a bag of beer and steal it for a while.

No one would watch him from time to time, exchange a bottle of orange juice for the beer in his hand, and no one would expect him to drink or not.Partners, teammates, fans, and even lovers have all stopped on the road and waved goodbye to him. The only reason he can persuade himself to move forward is that he still has a dream.

But whether it was a dream or a paranoia, he himself couldn't tell.

However, he has long understood that whether it is a dream or paranoia, he has already lost the chance to turn back, and there is no other path for him to choose except to go on.

He still walked into the store and handed over ten yuan, in exchange for a small bag of beer that was much less than many years ago.

Standing under the street lamp, Zhang Jiale quietly looked at the thick and delicate foam floating on the surface, and waited for them to burst and dissipate one by one, then opened the bag and took a sip.After the tangy aroma of beer, a burst of bitterness spread along the tip of his tongue.

Zhang Jiale closed his eyes, silently bit his lower lip, and laughed silently.

I have thought about these years and regretted it many times, but in the end——

It turns out that beer is bitter.

The beer, which was only touched by a sip, was thrown into the trash can together with the bag.

Zhang Jiale raised his head and took a step in the direction of Tyranny Club.

In Zhang Jiale's memory, the real taste of wine was during the summer break of the third season, Sun Zheping's birthday.

Even if they didn't break through the invisible layer of paper between the two of them that night, and Sun Zheping "brazenly" reminded him of his birthday with his mobile phone password, Zhang Jiale naturally couldn't take this annual "big day" lightly. depending on it.But the two bought a house for the first time, and apart from the time spent training in the small building, Sun Zheping took care of the decoration of the new house, leaving Zhang Jiale alone, holding the half watermelon with the mouthful in his arms every day. Waiting for the sunshine pouring in from the window, waiting for the big pot of honeysuckle tea he had brewed to cool down slowly, and waiting for Sun Zheping to come back, that sip of cool tea will become warm again in the lingering kiss of the two hot.

Finally, one day he forced Sun Zheping to repaint the house together, but couldn't hold back, and the two of them had a wild fight on the spot, so that in the end they didn't do anything but wiped the ashes all over their bodies. After returning to the small building, he was sure that he really shouldn't follow by force.

But seeing Sun Zheping's birthday approaching day by day, Zhang Jiale never got a hint from him that could reveal his expectation.

Sitting at the head of the bed, facing the still bright sunlight and the deep green shade of the path downstairs, Zhang Jiale pulled the yellow-green curtains and angrily inserted a spoon into the newly broken half of a melon.

I don't know what he wants, but I want to give him everything I have.

It's so difficult.

Zhang Jiale closed his eyes and lay down on the back.The sun mercilessly passed through the curtains and spread in the room, casting yellow-green light all over the place, and through the eyelids, it was also a dark scarlet.

Suddenly he got up from the bed in a jerk, proudly compared the gun with one hand, and lifted it with a flick, so chic.

The summer wind has slightly revealed the coolness of the night when the evening is approaching, and the afterglow of the setting sun has also splashed a layer of orange-red veil on the newly painted white wall.Sun Zheping wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, before he had a good look around his finished product, a force rushed to his back, and immediately his eyes were covered with a pair of wet eyes. Covered tightly with his hand.

"You still dare to come here?" Sun Zheping couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you afraid I'll do it for you again?"

"Don't forget that I own half of this house, don't try to monopolize it." The man behind him spat angrily, but he didn't hold back, but pressed closer to his back, and the body temperature burned Sun Zheping's back for a while. The commotion was hot.

Sun Zheping gritted his teeth, and patted Zhang Jiale's butt with his backhand: "Go down, I'm covered in sweat."

"I don't despise you." Zhang Jiale poked out the tip of her tongue and licked behind his ear, covering Sun Zheping's hands but refused to let go no matter what.Sun Zheping bowed forward, pulled Zhang Jiale with his feet off the ground, turned around several times, and heard him yelling, but his hands covered him more and more tightly.

Sun Zheping was helpless: "What do you want to do?"

"Follow me, I'll give you a big surprise!"

Although he couldn't see it, Sun Zheping could imagine that the soft twilight that poured into the room from the window fell on Zhang Jiale's raised lips behind him, what kind of color people couldn't take their eyes off.

Being pushed all the way by Zhang Jiale covering his eyes, Sun Zheping was secretly amused. It turned out that he was able to raise those thin arms without moving for such a long time. He couldn't help guessing what the "big surprise" Zhang Jiale was talking about was. .

Although his eyes were blindfolded, Sun Zheping remembered the road under his feet.

That's the way to the small building.

After getting off the taxi, turn left into the yard, ten steps forward is the door of the small building.Take 23 steps to the left, climb 35 steps, and take [-] steps along the corridor, which is the familiar door.

In the past two years since he moved to the small building, everything behind this door, from unfamiliar to familiar, and then deeply trapped in it, has gradually integrated into his life. , It is difficult to give up.

The body temperature of the person behind him still sticks warmly behind him, a thin layer of sweat stains between the two of them, after the friction of the cloth, it magnifies the slight throbbing countless times, so that the autumn outside the window The worm chirped, but it couldn't ring the trembling heart in his chest.

Under Zhang Jiale's urging, he pushed open the door, but before he could continue to look forward to the "surprise" Zhang Jiale said, the scent that hit his face made him dazed for a while.

It's a scent of flowers, sweet and rich, maybe with a touch or two of dew that shouldn't exist.

It's a very familiar smell, but for some reason it feels strange when I sniff it at this time.

The hand that had been covering his eyes was suddenly released at this moment.Outside the window, the golden and crimson sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the yellow-green curtains, overflowing the floor, along the white walls, white sheets and his white sneakers, coating the whole room with warm colors.

Squinting his eyes, he gradually got used to the light, and what Sun Zheping saw was not the room he was familiar with before.

The room is still the same room, but something is different.

flower.

A whole room of flowers.

Sun Zheping recognized this kind of flower.These were the flowers he bought for Zhang Jiale who was angry in City B, and they were also the flowers that Zhang Jiale showed off to him enthusiastically afterwards.

Honeysuckle.

The yellow and white flowers are intertwined, with slender petals blooming outwards. Under the setting sun, the stamens have turned into deep and shallow golden red.After the strong honeysuckle fragrance was tangy when the door was first opened, it gradually became soft and light with the setting sun outside the window. With the wind at night, the window screen was lifted a little bit, and it also lingered in his heart and refused to go away for a long time.

"Happy birthday."

Sun Zheping turned around, and what he saw was Zhang Jiale's sparkling eyes facing the setting sun.

The slightly upturned corners of the eyes, the wandering gaze, the joy, anticipation and enthusiasm in the eyes without any shadow, the light gray shadow cast by the eyelashes under the eye sockets, the flying look...

It overlapped with the pair of smiling eyes in his heart just now, and under the afterglow at this time, even the tiny fluff on his eyelids glowed with warmth.

For some reason, Sun Zheping's eye sockets were faintly hot.

"You don't have to..." He turned his head and couldn't help but thank the light from behind him for not reflecting his blush cheeks and ear tips: "You don't have to do this for me..."

Before Zhang Jiale could answer, he suddenly reached out and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

People like Sun Zheping never thought that there would be someone who would celebrate his birthday like this.

"Thank you..." He buried his face in Zhang Jiale's neck, the water in his eyes was blinked again and again, but after all, it was as he wanted, and it did not condense into emotions that he was ashamed to express.He just tightened his arms tightly, wanting to use all his strength but was afraid of hurting Zhang Jiale, and then let go. The white ash stained on his hands inevitably rubbed Zhang Jiale's body.

"You didn't tell me what you want, so I can only think for myself." Zhang Jiale nestled in his arms without realizing it, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, she punched Sun Zheping on the chest and smirked. Get up: "Do you like it?"

Sun Zheping couldn't speak, he just nodded vigorously, and Zhang Jiale smiled triumphantly: "I've traveled all over K City, and I bought all the honeysuckle I could find."

No wonder his bangs were still glued to his forehead with sweat.

No wonder there are so many flowers.

On the window sill, on the floor, on the wardrobe, on the table and chairs, and even on the bed, countless layers of flowers are swaying in the evening wind, and the fragrance is so soft and sweet, but it follows Sun Zheping's blood vessels all the way Going down, pierced into the softest part of his heart.

"Fallen Blossoms and Dazzling Hundred Blossoms..." Zhang Jiale looked at the shadows of the two entangled together, stretched infinitely by the thin sun in the west, thought for a while, but finally swallowed the half-sentence he hadn't said yet .

Falling Blossoms and Dazzling Hundred Blossoms, you and I, we and Glory, just stay together forever.

Maybe it was because he thought it was ridiculous, Zhang Jiale suddenly took a deep breath, shrugged his shoulders and got out of Sun Zheping's arms, turned around and took out a box of chocolates with ribbons crookedly tied with bows from the flowers, and handed it over: "I almost forgot, birthday present!"

Sun Zheping was about to reach out, but Zhang Jiale pulled off the ribbon, picked up a piece of chocolate with two fingers, and stretched it out to Sun Zheping: "Ah—"

Sun Zheping is as good as others.

After the chocolate entrance, after the dense and mellow aroma, there is a strong and strange taste.

He took the box from Zhang Jiale, glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing: "Professional players are strictly forbidden to drink alcohol."

"I know?" Zhang Jiale's expression was inexplicable, and Sun Zheping shook his head when he saw it, and suddenly showed a smirk.

Zhang Jiale wanted to say something more, but Sun Zheping leaned over in the next second, his warm lips firmly pried open his lips, and the tip of his tongue took advantage of this opportunity to slip in.

A strong smell of alcohol rushed into Zhang Jiale's mouth like this, and between their entwined lips, it gradually melted into the sweet fragrance of flowers in the room, and was swallowed together with the rich fragrance of chocolate. go.

When the setting sun finally fell to the horizon and the ambiguous night filled the room with the bright moonlight, Sun Zheping let go of Zhang Jiale's lips.He pointed to the "leonidas" logo on the box and winked at him: "Liquor chocolate."

Seeing Zhang Jiale's expression of astonishment and embarrassment alternately, Sun Zheping rubbed his nose with the tip of his nose: "This is not an example."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiale raised his head, grinned provocatively, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "You mean, it doesn't matter today?"

Sun Zheping didn't answer.

He just picked up another piece of chocolate, lifted Zhang Jiale's chin, and started a new round of kissing.

Under the moonlight, the honeysuckle flowers in the room faded from their golden red color, and were covered with a silvery white halo.

Zhang Jiale closed his eyes.

So the taste of wine...

Probably, it is sweeter than honey.