【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

The fourth season is destined to be a season that will be recorded in the history of glory.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, during this year, talented young people emerged in droves, and quickly occupied the main seats of the major teams, and their records continued to advance.

However, for Zhang Jiale, this was not such a smooth season.

As the schedule progressed, Team Hundred Blossoms was no longer as aggressive and sharp as the previous two seasons.Although the momentum of the old strong team is still huge and strong, and the Blossoms and Blood Scene are still colorful and splendid, but in the last two regular season games before the year, Team Hundred Blossoms lost to Tyranny and Blue Rain in consecutive away games by a big margin.

Back in the small building, under the cloud of consecutive defeats, naturally everyone was gloomy.When Silence gradually occupied every corner of the training room, Sun Zheping announced the disbandment, but he was no longer in the mood to wish everyone a happy Chinese New Year in advance.

Not knowing how he got back to the dormitory, Zhang Jiale didn't pack up the luggage to bring home, but lay on the bed covering his face, listening to Sun Zheping packing things carefully without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the hand covering his face was suddenly removed by a warm hand holding his wrist.

He squinted his eyes against the light, so he couldn't see Sun Zheping's face clearly, so he closed them again.

"I'm homeless this year." Zhang Jiale heard Sun Zheping leaning over to his ear and exhaled softly, then stretched out his hands, wrapped them around his neck, and gently pressed his lips to his: "how?"

Sun Zheping rubbed the tip of his nose: "I just count on you to take me in."

Zhang Jiale couldn't help laughing, a pair of crooked smiling eyes fell on Sun Zheping's eyes, which seemed to be shimmering.

"I don't believe you. I go back every year, but this year is an exception?" He stretched out his finger and pointed at the tip of Sun Zheping's nose, pushed him back, and then got up from the bed: "It's not that the parents won't let you in when you run away from home." It's a matter of this year."

Turning over and lying next to Zhang Jiale, Sun Zheping raised his hand and wrapped his index finger around the tail of his hanging hair. After a moment of silence, he used his finger to lightly draw a mark on Zhang Jiale's cheek: "I want to set off fireworks this year, and City B won't allow it." , is this reason acceptable?"

"I think you just want to come here to eat." Zhang Jiale smirked, turned over and pressed on Sun Zheping: "I will show mercy and take you in if I let the young master do it once."

Sun Zheping grabbed Zhang Jiale's hands that were pressing on his shoulders, turned over vigorously and pushed him down on the bed again.

"Believe it or not, I'll do you now." He bit Zhang Jiale's lip, the lips between his teeth were soft and warm, and he couldn't help biting it again, rubbing against it.

But Zhang Jiale just laughed, neither pandering nor resisting, causing Sun Zheping to give him a vicious look, and stretched out his hand to untie his belt, in exchange for Zhang Jiale's straight punch.The two were "fighting" on Zhang Jiale's wooden single bed back and forth, when someone knocked on the door again.

"Fuck!" Panting, Sun Zheping climbed out of the bed, glaring at Zhang Jiale, who was disheveled and slumped on the bed, laughing into a puddle of ooze: "If Mo Chuchen is still your boy, just wait!"

But after the door was opened with a "bang", standing outside the door was Zou Yuan, a youth training camp trainee who had been to the Xiaolou once before.

"That..." Looking at Sun Zheping, who had an obviously unkind expression and his eyes could almost shoot knives, Zou Yuan subconsciously took a step back, hooked his shoulders, and after a long time of deliberation, he said tremblingly, "Excuse me... is God Zhang Jiale here?"

Hearing someone calling his name at the door, Zhang Jiale got out of bed with his hair messed up.When he approached the door with his canvas shoes on and saw the thin young man whose back was almost completely against the wall on the other side of the corridor, Zhang Jiale waved to him and laughed: "It's you! Long time no see!"

Zou Yuan was obviously very excited, his fair face turned crimson in an instant, and he bowed at ninety degrees to Zhang Jiale: "Master Zhang Jiale! I have watched your matches many times, you still The same is the most handsome man in the world! So please don't be discouraged! We, Baihua, will definitely win!"

Zhang Jiale was taken aback, and Sun Zheping was also taken aback.

Such a simple, direct but scorching encouragement was thrown straight in front of the two of them.

And the annoyance accumulated in his chest by successive failures dissipated into wisps of smoke following the words of this clumsy and shy young man.

"Boy, you can." Sun Zheping smirked when he realized it, "He is the most handsome man in the world, what about me?"

Zou Yuan felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly covered his mouth, but he didn't know what to answer, so he blushed and poked in place. Seeing Zhang Jiale couldn't bear it for a while, he elbowed Sun Zheping backhand: "Why? Why are you so jealous? Can't you see people telling the truth?" He smiled brightly at Zou Yuan: "Don't call me the God of God in the future, just call me Brother Le."

Zou Yuan stared and blushed, and nodded again like a chicken pecking at rice. Sun Zheping couldn't help laughing at this, and leaned closer to Zhang Jiale's ear, and said in a low voice, "Brother Le?"

Zhang Jiale jumped up covering his ears like a cat whose tail had been scalded, and turned to look at him angrily, his eyes clearly condemned, but there was no trace of deterrence.

Seeing two blushing people, one big and one small, standing in the corridor with smoke above their heads, Sun Zheping swaggered and turned back to his room like he had succeeded: "He has always been talking about becoming a brother, and now you have fulfilled his long-cherished wish. .”

"You! Xiaoyuan, let's ignore him, let's go downstairs and hit him twice!" Zhang Jiale got angry, closed the dormitory door with his backhand, dragged Zou Yuan and walked downstairs to the training room.

Hearing the sound of the two people's footsteps coming down the corner of the stairs, Sun Zheping slightly raised the corner of his mouth, took out a ticket from his wallet, tore it up, and threw it into the trash can.

In the evening, following the sound of the old-fashioned iron door being inserted into the key, Zhang Jiale's protracted shout also rushed into the gate of the Zhang family——

"Mom! Dad! I'm back!"

Seeing Zhang Jiale's head poking into the house through the crack of the door, Zhang's mother, who had been waiting at the entrance for a long time, could hardly keep her eyes open from smiling.

But when the door opened, she saw another young man behind her son.

She remembers this person, isn't he the roommate of her precious son, the captain of their team?

"Hello, Auntie." Sun Zheping dragged Zhang Jiale's suitcase and bowed to Zhang's mother, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Before Zhang's mother could react, Zhang Jiale snatched the box from Sun Zheping, walked into the door swaggeringly, stretched out his arms, hooked Zhang's mother's shoulders and led them into the room: "Mom, grandson won't come back this year Home, come to our house for two meals, is there any problem?"

Ms. Zhang shoved Zhang Jiale angrily: "What does the boy think of your mother? It's about adding chopsticks." She lifted Zhang Jiale's arm on her shoulder, turned around and went to pick it The suitcase in Sun Zheping's hand: "Little Sun, come into the house quickly?"

Sun Zheping hurriedly walked into the room with his luggage, and was greeted by the smell of food.

Father Zhang wiped his hands with his apron, and came out of the kitchen: "Are there any guests?"

"It's that little grandson! The one Lele shared the same room with." Despite Sun Zheping's repeated refusals, Zhang's mother enthusiastically snatched the luggage from his hand, and handed it to Zhang Jiale: "Go into the room and put it away."

"Who is the real one!" Zhang Jiale yelled dissatisfied, and finally returned to his room with two boxes, leaving only Zhang's mother forcing Sun Zheping to sit on the sofa, full of oranges and gold Orange hand.

Sun Zheping hadn't swallowed the kumquats yet, and saw Zhang's mother start peeling the tangerines again.Having a headache, Zhang Jiale, who packed his luggage and returned to the living room, couldn't help but say, "Mom, you gave him so much fruit, do you want to eat later?"

"You guys are growing up now, so it's okay to eat more." Although she said so, Zhang's mother put the fist-sized citrus back on the fruit plate, and couldn't help saying: "Little What does Sun like to eat? Let your uncle do it?"

"He can eat whatever I eat!" Zhang Jiale interjected, but was stabbed by Zhang's mother, who turned his head away.Sun Zheping turned his head and glanced at the dining table, only to find that almost all the dishes on the table were the most suitable for his taste.

He suddenly understood the content of the text message Zhang Jiale sent with his hair down for 15 minutes after asking him what he wanted to eat as if he was torturing a criminal when he was packing his luggage.

"What Zhang Jiale said is right, I'm not picky." Sun Zheping nodded slightly, watching Zhang Jiale stick out his tongue at himself, and then confronted Zhang's mother with a lot of comparison and nagging.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother decided to take the reserved dishes to Zhang Jiale's second uncle's house and stay in the middle of the night.Zhang Jiale said he wanted to stay at home with Sun Zheping to practice games and prepare for the competition, Zhang's parents didn't force him to go out together.

However, when the sound of his parents' footsteps gradually faded away, Zhang Jiale took Sun Zheping's hand and trotted out the door.

On New Year's Eve, there were only a few fireworks shops along the street, and they had all been evacuated at this time, leaving only one peddler cleaning up his almost sold-out stall.

Before it was too late, Zhang Jiale let go of Sun Zheping's hand, ran to the peddler, involuntarily grabbed the peddler's sleeve, did not know how to negotiate, and finally held a small box triumphantly to the waiter Sun Zheping, who was under the street lamp, approached.

Sun Zheping put his hands in his pockets and looked at Zhang Jiale with uncontrollable excitement: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say you were going to set off the fireworks? I snatched the last box." Zhang Jiale proudly shook the box in front of Sun Zheping, lowered his head and eagerly opened it, but his expression became depressed in an instant: "What, only two fireworks sticks?"

Sun Zheping smiled lightly, and took out one from the box: "You have one and I have one, it's a fair share."

Zhang Jiale pursed his lips: "But we agreed to set off fireworks for you."

"It counts if you let it go." Sun Zheping twisted the lead wire of the firework stick in his hand, "I guess the sparks will be bigger if we let it go together."

Taking out the lighter that came with the fireworks vendor, Zhang Jiale leaned his own firework stick to Sun Zheping's side, suddenly raised his head, and glared at him with a smile: "Who is it durable?"

The street lamp above his head cast warm orange light, and a faint halo appeared on Zhang Jiale's hair.The tips of the ears that were faintly exposed in the hair, whether it was excitement or the slightly cold weather, seemed to be covered with a thin layer of rouge, like wisps of red thread, entangled his breath little by little, and then wrapped his breath around him. Hearts are bound together.

Sun Zheping laughed, stretched out his hand suddenly, pulled Zhang Jiale into his arms and rubbed vigorously: "Light the fire."

Zhang Jiale wrinkled his nose provocatively at him, and with a "cha", a cluster of small flames jumped up on his fingertips with the wind.

"Happy New Year."

People counted down the second hand and ushered in twelve o'clock.The surrounding firecrackers crackled, clusters of fiery trees and silver flowers spewed out from the ground, and the dark night sky also exploded with colorful flowers one after another.

People raised their heads one after another, marveling at the dazzling and colorful blooming colors, and congratulated each other on the arrival of the new year.

So no one noticed that under the street lamp at the outermost corner of the street, there were two fireworks sticks "sizzling" burning, bright sparks flying around like stardust, illuminating a couple hugging each other tightly. teenager's face.