【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

On a Sunday in early autumn, in the afternoon when the breeze was accompanied by the light sunshine, the wild cat slept in the hydrangea bushes downstairs, and even the chirping of the autumn insects became lazy.

On such a day, many people in K City would light up a pot of shisha, sit on a rocking chair, make a pot of vintage Pu'er tea, meet up with friends, and enjoy this rare leisure together.

But at this time, there were two people who backed up countless times for thousands of miles, just to stand outside a building that was still surrounded by blue partitions, but they could already see a magnificent building, counting the floors with their heads raised.

"Is it this?" Zhang Jiale leaned his head towards Sun Zheping's phone screen and compared it repeatedly: "It doesn't look like it?"

Sun Zheping raised the phone, changed the angle, and tried to match the picture on the phone with the building in front of him: "It seems so, look at this corner..."

"That's true. It's just a stone's throw away from the Provincial Sports Bureau, right? I don't dare to admit that I'm in such an expensive location." Zhang Jiale nodded, as if remembering something, pouted and glanced Sun Zheping took a look and said angrily, "Why did the team tell you first when they bought the new building?"

Sun Zheping pretended to be innocent, and spread his hands together: "After all, I'm so handsome."

"Bullshit! I'm obviously more handsome than you. I'm the most handsome." Zhang Jiale made a face at Sun Zheping, grabbed his collar while no one was there, stole a kiss, and smiled triumphantly: "Go in and have a look? "

Sun Zheping couldn't help laughing: "Didn't the manager say that it's still under renovation, so he just told us the address so we can identify the door?"

"Okay." Zhang Jiale sighed, looked up at the building again, and pointed with his finger: "The twelfth floor! It's amazing!" Suddenly, he frowned again, and glanced at Sun Xiaoming calmly. Zheping glanced at him and found that Sun Zheping was looking at him, he quickly turned his head back, grabbed Sun Zheping's wrist and dragged him towards the bus stop: "Go back."

"What were you looking at just now?" Sun Zheping insisted.He held Zhang Jiale's hand instead, and stood still on the spot, smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows, Zhang Jiale couldn't look away, and finally he was teased by the increasingly obvious narrowness on his face, and turned his head away bitterly: "You are the only one who has a lot of questions! "

Sun Zheping felt his fingertips being pinched lightly and heavily, and finally he waited for Zhang Jiale's answer.

"In such a big place, will we... only have one room per person..."

Before Sun Zheping could react, Zhang Jiale suddenly became extremely ashamed, shook off his hand forcefully, and fled towards the small building with a sullen head.Sun Zheping was not willing to let him go, he stretched out his long legs and pulled him into his arms from behind him.

"What are you worried about?" Sun Zheping lowered his head and bit the tip of his ear, "I'll share a bed with you every night if you really want to share a room with each other. If there's a ward round, I'll climb over the window in the middle of the night."

"Rogue!" Zhang Jiale cursed with a smile, and stretched out his hand to hook Sun Zheping's neck: "Hurry up and go back, show them off!"

"Show what? Show affection?"

"Sun Zheping, why didn't I realize how poor you are before!"

"It's too late to regret now, this product refuses to return"

"Hey, I see that you can pull out the energy to flirt with Ye Qiu today."

"But I just want to have a cannonball with you right now."

"Fuck off!"

Time is neither too fast nor too slow, but when Sun Zheping's birthday just passed, and the sweet taste of liqueur chocolate was still faintly lingering on the tip of his tongue, the team manager and team members were already dragging their luggage with the feeling of autumn, one after another. Step into the gate.

New players, new venues, research and development department, youth training camp, with the sound of gunfire at the beginning of the fourth season, a series of follow-up constructions of Team Hundred Blossoms have entered the right track.

On the way back to the small building, Sun Zheping turned his head to look at Zhang Jiale's profile.

The slanting light of the evening sun cast softly on his cheeks, turning his pupils into the color of amber.Light and shadows hit the two of them mottled through the gaps in the leaves. Not far away, the small building surrounded by lush greenery also had a layer of orange-red halo under the setting sun.

Standing at the gate of the small building compound, Zhang Jiale suddenly stopped in his tracks.He looked up, and above his head was a window covered in ivy.He sighed for a long time: "Actually, I'm a bit reluctant."

"I haven't said I'm going to move now." Looking at Zhang Jiale who seemed a little gloomy, Sun Zheping suddenly reached out and patted him on the back of the head: "Maybe the renovation will take until the year of the monkey, even if it's finished, it still has to be with our house." Same, put it there to diffuse the smell?”

Zhang Jiale shrugged, and walked into the training room with his hands in his trouser pockets. Before the computer was turned on, Mo Chuchen, who was sitting by the side, looked up at him with a half-smile: "I came back so late, the new building is so beautiful. ?”

Before Zhang Jiale had time to present a treasure, he dug out the photos on his cell phone, when he heard commotion coming from the door.

"Master Zhang, someone wants to see you." Sun Zheping smiled lazily, leaning against the door frame.Zhang Wei stood behind him, blocking the narrow door ten to ten percent.Zhang Jiale was looking out, Mo Chuchen laughed and said, "That kid doesn't seem to have left."

"What?" Zhang Jiale turned around and asked, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a head poking out cautiously from behind Sun Zheping.

Mo Chuchen smiled, stood up and pulled out the boy who was hiding behind Sun Zheping.

"This is a new trainee from the new youth training camp this year." A [-]-year-old boy was pushed in front of Zhang Jiale, and Mo Chuchen shook his head and smiled, "Today when you went to see the new building with the captain , the trainees came to visit our team. I was going to see you two, but I waited for too long. It was getting late and I didn’t see you two back. If you don’t leave, I will say that I must see you.”

"Youth training camp?" Zhang Jiale looked down at the childish young boy in front of him, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, and stretched out his hand to the boy: "Hello! I'm Zhang Jiale!"

The boy's eyes lit up instantly.He hastily stretched out a pair of hands that were still trembling slightly, wiped vigorously on the lapel twice, and immediately grabbed Zhang Jiale firmly.His cheeks were flushed red, and he gasped for breath for a long time before he stumbled and said, "I... I, I, my name is Zou Yuan! Zhang Jiale! Zhang Jiale, hello!"

Sun Zheping, who was watching the fun with his hands on the side, couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Your fanatical fan? It seems that you are also an ammunition expert?"

Zou Yuan nodded like a chicken pecking rice when he heard the words, but couldn't say a word.

Zhang Jiale laughed.

He stretched out one hand and compared it to a gun, imitating Bai Hua Dazzling's movement of changing magazines, pointing the "gun muzzle" at Zou Yuan, shaking his wrist up and down: "Then play a game with you." !"

The slightly humid wind blows away the slight drunkenness brought by the beer, and with the sinking half-moon, the pedestrians on the street gradually subside like a tide.

Zhang Jiale was carrying a suitcase, standing in front of a magnificent building, raised his head, repeatedly read the big characters "Tyranny Club" hanging high above the club dozens of times, shook his head again after a while, dragged The box got into an Internet cafe not far away.

The most conspicuous place at the entrance of the Internet cafe is a huge electronic screen, which is replaying the past match of the Tyranny Lore Hundred Blossoms team to confirm their place in the eighth season playoffs.

On the screen, a not-so-fancy ammunition expert, holding a not-so-glamorous pistol with a flower in its muzzle, is making the final struggle under Da Mo Guyan's fist.

Zhang Jiale stood quietly and watched for a long time.

Since when has that child been covered with his own shadow?

He still remembered that when he first met Zou Yuan, although that little boy was full of childishness, his eyes were clearly shining with hopes that only belonged to young people.

He also remembered that in the first sparring session with Zou Yuan, the young man's muzzle did not burst out with flowers like his.

But since when did this little ammunition expert, from his style of play to the burden on his shoulders, little by little, turn himself into a dazzling appearance?

Since when did he start, except for the flower that bloomed more and more gorgeously in his hand, little by little, he changed himself into an appearance that he didn't know, and didn't dare to recognize?

He took out his mobile phone and found Zou Yuan's phone number, but in the end he turned off the phone screen again and sighed softly.

Don't learn to be someone else, be yourself.

He wanted to say what he hadn't been able to tell Zou Yuan, but when he turned around, he found that the person who was least qualified to say this was himself.

The golden word "Glory" lit up, and there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the Internet cafe. Everything fell on his eyes and ears, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of film, and he could only make a buzzing sound. sound and dim light.

He stared at the screen without blinking his eyes, and he didn't even realize that his shoulders were being pressed heavily.

"Zhang Jiale?"

A shout in his ear finally brought him back to reality.Zhang Jiale suddenly shrank his shoulders, turned around, and saw Han Wenqing.

"Why don't you enter Tyranny's compound?"

Zhang Jiale smiled embarrassingly: "Seeing that it's too late, I want to spend the night in the Internet cafe first, and then come back tomorrow morning. What about Team Han..."

"Just now I passed by the door during the ward round, and I felt like I saw you." Han Wenqing folded his arms and looked at the highlights of the game on the side screen: "Is the mood complicated?"

Zhang Jiale lowered his eyes: "I've already recovered my freedom, what's the matter?"

"I learned half of it, but it's a pity that it's not you after all." The battle on the screen was played back to the final fight between Blossoming Flowers and Desert Dust, and Han Wenqing said calmly: "You never told him not to be your shadow ?”

Zhang Jiale was silent.

"Okay, come back to Tyranny with me." Han Wenqing opened the glass door of the internet cafe, "Can I help you with your luggage?"

"No, no, no." Zhang Jiale quickly picked up the suitcase, followed Han Wenqing, and plunged into the night outside the Internet cafe.