【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

"Ding dong."

In city B at the end of summer, the sun blazingly fell from the path full of sycamore trees, scattered and shattered into small spots of light, illuminating the corners of the shadows of passers-by with bright blue colors, and even turning the The noise of cicadas constantly flowing from the shade of the trees was also dyed a thick dark green.

The crisp doorbell can't pierce the lake-like green sound, and it's almost inaudible in the chirping insects outside the window.So Sun Zheping, who was half lying on the sofa and staring at the TV screen, changed his posture, completely pretending that he didn't hear.

Who knew that the person outside the door rang the doorbell one after another without hesitation.The sound of metal reeds echoed in the corridor in a continuous line, and it actually brought some meaning of swearing to compete with cicadas.

Concerned about the relentless enthusiasm for not opening the door, Sun Zheping sighed shortly, threw the TV remote control back on the sofa cushion, slipped on his slippers, and opened the door lazily.

A smiling man stood outside the door.

Sun Zheping looked at him quietly for three seconds, before reaching out his hand to close the door.

Sooner or later, a foot wearing well-made high-end custom-made leather shoes got stuck in the crack of the door at the speed of light. With this slowness, one hand hit the snake with the stick, and firmly grabbed the thick door panel of Sun Zheping's house. .

"I'm here, why don't you invite me in?" Zhong Yebei poked a small half of his face with a pitiful expression through the crack of the door, and then pulled the door out: "Master Sun, you are not so heartless People? Can’t you?”

A vein twitched on Sun Zheping's forehead: "I didn't invite you here again."

Taking advantage of his unremitting efforts to open the crack of the door until an adult man can pass sideways, Zhong Yebei squeezed in the door, smiled, pushed the door panel open with his butt, and stuck himself in the hand outside the door. After taking it back, holding an exquisite box tied with a ribbon, he waved it in front of Sun Zheping attentively: "Isn't this here to celebrate your birthday!"

"My birthday is eleven days ago." Sun Zheping's face became more and more unkind, "Get out."

"Don't! I've come all the time. Let's eat the cake first. I bought it with great difficulty after waiting in line for a long time. You said that if it wasn't for my sincerity, what would I do with all my effort?" Zhong Yebei carried box, stepped on each other, took off their shoes and ran into the living room.He put the box on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, and looked around by the way, expressing emotion: "Your place is quite spacious, but there is no human taste, it feels like a model house."

The corners of Sun Zheping's eyes twitched, he closed the door and folded his arms and squinted at Zhong Yebei: "So what are you doing here? No one invited you here, if you choose again, you will leave."

"Don't mind!" Zhong Yebei yelled, "Why don't you give my buddy a drink first?"

Sun Zheping turned around and got a cup, took a glass of water for him, and put it heavily on the tea table: "There are so many things to do."

"Just give me a cold cup for nothing? You don't even bring a piece of tea? You're so stingy!" Zhong Yebei yelled aggrievedly, and Sun Zheping was upset when he heard it, and his tone was not good: "I didn't take the cup for you Tap water is considered polite. Tell me clearly what you are here for, and don’t blame me for kicking you out if you don’t.”

Zhong Yebei waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, don't!" He looked left and right for a while, and before Sun Zheping's last trace of patience was exhausted, he finally scratched the back of his head and grinned dryly: "Well, I said, Young Master Sun, Sun Zheping Great God, is it convenient for you to teach me a lesson now?"

"Didn't it mean two years?" Sun Zheping frowned.

As if a chatterbox switch had been pressed, Zhong Yebei slapped his thigh and began to spit out words like peas: "Hey, you don't know, what kind of honor did my little boy fight for in the professional circle... Oh! Glory! I saved my pocket money for two years and bought a place in a professional team! September, yes! It’s next month! He’s going to the competition!” He looked resentful, and snorted heavily: “I said what do I call it? He and I went fishing in Norway, went skiing in Finland, basked in the sun in Bali, and went to Russia to see beauties. He didn’t even go! Tell me! He’s going to run the team, so why do you go up there? Isn’t building a team just to make money? Is it? He is good, not only pays money, but also cares..."

Seeing that Sun Zheping's face darkened in an instant as if he had been stabbed against the scales, Zhong Yebei secretly stuck out his tongue, clasped his hands together, and smiled cautiously: "Anyway, I don't want to live this kind of life any more. I’m so bored that I’m about to grow mushrooms, but the bullshit masters I was looking for were beaten to the ground again by him, Sun Daxian, please show mercy and save me who is living in dire straits..."

In the middle of the conversation, the sound from the TV rescued Sun Zheping from Zhong Yebei's noise at the right time.Sun Zheping stabbed Zhong Yebei's unfinished words back with a look, sat down slowly as if he was afraid that the sound would disturb the TV broadcast, leaned over to stare at the TV, and left Zhong Yebei aside.

Zhong Yebei covered his mouth with both hands, and followed Sun Zheping to look at the TV screen——

Appearing in the middle of the screen was a somewhat familiar face.

Zhong Yebei tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly his eyes widened with a clear expression on his face.

Isn't this the beauty protagonist in the stamp album that he accidentally discovered in the study of Sun Zheping's old house back then!

Sun Zheping ignored Zhong Yebei's eyes with a strange smile, and only pricked up his ears, unwilling to let go of every word that came out of the TV.

One year after Zhang Jiale's retirement, he held a press conference to announce his official comeback.

Since Zhang Jiale announced his retirement, the controversy has continued and the popularity has remained high.Therefore, such big news as a comeback is nothing more than a thunder in the clear sky. Regardless of whether the sense of smell is sensitive or not, the reporters at this time are all excited like chicken blood, and they are gearing up one by one, just waiting to dig out some exclusive materials.

Under the camera, Zhang Jiale was a bit reserved, his expression was not very good, and his chin was a bit more pointed than Sun Zheping's impression.

Yeah, he's never been good at dealing with reporters and never liked dealing with them.Sun Zheping thought.

Zhang Jiale in the camera lowered his head and began to read from the manuscript he had prepared in advance.

The meaning of the words is very simple. He did not give up training during the year of retirement, and now he is preparing to come back. Thank the media and the public for their continuous attention. These are all common official words.

While thinking about it, his voice lowered.

Then he fell silent.

The crowd under the stage gradually became noisy.

Just when the sound was about to flood the podium, Zhang Jiale suddenly raised his head.

In his eyes, there was a strong and determined light that Sun Zheping was all too familiar with.

"I am very grateful to the fans of Baihua and me." Without looking at the speech in his hand, he said slowly, "From my debut in the second season to now, it has been eight years. Without your support, I would not have achieved what I am today. , and getting acquainted with you is a rare luck for me.”

"Because of my immaturity, I made very irrational actions that hurt the feelings of many people. I would like to apologize again. Sorry."

He bowed deeply.

"Hundred Blossoms is the place where my dream started, and it is the most important and beautiful memory in my life, but unfortunately, memory is a road of no return."

There was a commotion in the audience, and the buzzing voice even spread outside the TV.

Zhang Jiale ignored it, his eyes seemed to be looking at the reporters in the audience, and also seemed to be looking at the nothingness further away.

"After a season of reflection, I think, I still hope to display my light and heat in the world of Glory. I am sorry, sorry, and ashamed. I have failed everyone's expectations and love, but I can't hide it. "

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I have decided to come back and play for Tyranny Club."

Like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, the audience exploded in an instant.

Just before the press conference for Zhang Jiale's comeback, the scolding battle on the Internet continued.

Those die-hard Baihua fans who regard Zhang Jiale as a god are still arguing with the sarcastic onlookers.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jiale poured a basin of cold water on his head viciously but surely.

Some people cried.

But more people are sending out long boos.

The voices from the audience clearly reached Zhang Jiale's ears.Knowing that no one would listen to his defense at this time, he still spoke softly, with a bit of desolation in his words.

"Anyway, I have something to pursue."

"Do you mean the championship?" A reporter sneered.

Zhang Jiale nodded slowly and solemnly: "Yes."

"Championship, is it really that important?"

"Yes, it's very important." Zhang Jiale raised his head, met the reporter's contemptuous gaze, and said word by word, "It's more important than anything else."

"Hey, let me say, Young Master Sun?"

There was a hand dangling in front of him.Sun Zheping turned his head and saw Zhong Yebei blinking at him with an irritable smiling face.

Seeing Sun Zheping come back to his senses, Zhong Yebei looked away and pointed his finger down: "Your pants will tear if you hold them any longer."

Sun Zheping lowered his gaze, only to realize that at some point, his hands began to tightly grip the fabric at his knees, until his fingertips turned white.

He let go of his hand, and the blood flowed to the fingers where the blood flow had been stagnant for a long time, bringing a tingling pain.

This faint, electric shock-like feeling spread into his heart, but it set off a stormy sea.

He chuckled: "Give me another four months."

"Ah?" Zhong Yebei looked surprised, and Sun Zheping couldn't help but loosen and loosen the half-open collar of his shirt.

"I said, give me another four months." He stood up, reached out and turned off the TV.

"January next year at the latest." He lowered his head and moved his eyes to Zhong Yebei who was sitting beside him, his normal tone made Zhong Yebei feel arrogant and domineering: "I'll accompany you Then practice well when you are young."

Zhong Yebei was so shocked that he couldn't speak. When his brain finally understood Sun Zheping's words, he knew that he should be happy, but in the end he just clapped his neck: "Yes... yes Whatever you want me to help, just say!" He glanced at Sun Zheping's heavily bandaged hands, "Why don't I hire someone to cook pork knuckle for you every day?"

Sun Zheping laughed and refused: "In that case, my blood fat and cholesterol will be seriously exceeded."

But there was one more sentence, which he never said.

Who can make him taste the stewed pork knuckle that almost made him addicted, and it was made by Zhang Jiale?