【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Since when did my left hand become like this?

After finally sending Zhong Yebei out of the house, Sun Zheping sat on the sofa, raised his left hand, and squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight that fell into the house from the balcony in the afternoon.

The golden sunlight couldn't penetrate the palm of his hand, so the fingertips were reflected crimson, and then passed between his fingers and passed around the back of his hand, illuminating the layers of bandages dazzlingly.

He spread his five fingers vigorously, and then lightly bent his fingers to make a fist, but it was a simple movement, and it was not as strenuous as before.But the bandage covering half of his palm, under his repeated movements, when he clenched his fist, cut into the flesh again and again, reminding him with a vivid touch that his hand is far away from the "waste". The word "was so close.

He sighed, took out the character account card from his pocket, got up and walked into the study.

In the fourth season, Team Hundred Blossoms ended up in the second round of the playoffs.For this result, Sun Zheping and Zhang Jiale were not surprised. They were only slightly depressed for a moment, and immediately organized their teams and started their summer break ahead of schedule.

The construction of Baihua's new building is completed, and it will be put into use in the new season.The old players were elated when they learned about it, and the unhappiness caused by the failure of the semi-finals disappeared with the spread of the news.

After returning to the small building, the team members happily went back to their rooms to pack their things. Only Sun Zheping and Zhang Jiale were sitting in the training room where the computers had been removed.Sun Zheping glanced down at Zhang Jiale, only to find that he was a little gloomy.

"What's wrong?" He put his arm on Zhang Jiale's shoulder, felt Zhang Jiale's head lightly nodded, and immediately leaned against his neck.He blinked, didn't speak, just reached out and stroked Zhang Jiale's hair.

"Don't make trouble." Zhang Jia happily took his hand away from his head, looked up at Sun Zheping: "Can I not move?"

"This small building was only rented by the boss at the beginning." Sun Zheping laughed helplessly, "If the boss doesn't renew the lease, you will definitely be kicked out by the landlord one day if you still live here."

Zhang Jiale was annoyed: "What's wrong here." He gave Sun Zheping a sneering look, "The flowers I planted in the flower bed downstairs will definitely bloom next year!"

"Many things in this world are like this." Sun Zheping sighed and stood up: "It's not bad, but since you want to move forward, you always have to choose the path that suits you best and give up something. " He stretched out his hand to Zhang Jiale: "I don't want to live in the new building, we can go back to our own home, anyway, it's not that far away, just take a taxi and we'll be there in no time."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiale suddenly remembered something, turning red from neck to ear.Sun Zheping looked interesting, and felt teased again: "Speaking of which, when we were renovating before, the goal we set to try everywhere...has more than half of it not been realized?"

Zhang Jiale's face was so hot that it was almost smoking. He remembered that one morning, Mo Chuchen yawned, knocked on his door with two dark circles under his eyes, and immediately bowed——

"I have nothing against you two, but please take it easy at night and don't be so intense, okay? I haven't had a good night's sleep for several nights..."

At that time, Sun Zheping was still washing up, so Zhang Jiale was the only one poking at the door as if he had been boiled, and he didn't dare to look Mo Chuchen directly for several weeks afterwards.

The embarrassing past that was inadvertently turned up in his mind once again stimulated Zhang Jiale, who was thoroughly irritated, rubbed his face, and gave Sun Zheping a provocative look: "If you have time to think about what you have, why don't you pack your things and go back to practice. Next season You must win a championship, or you will be sorry for the new building!"

Sun Zheping laughed loudly: "The more you use the ability to change the subject, the more slippery it becomes."

After moving all kinds of sundries in Xiaolou's dormitory home, Zhang Jiale just put the cardboard box in his hand on the spot and sat down with his back against the box.

"I haven't found out if I don't move." He panted, lifted the sweat-soaked bangs on his forehead, and wiped the sweat on his face indiscriminately: "We have only been in the small building for more than three years. One point, there are so many things!"

Sun Zheping dug out the electric kettle from the cardboard box and went into the kitchen to get a pot of water: "It's all yours. All my things add up to only one suitcase."

Zhang Jiale snorted, stretched his waist, and lay back on the floor covered with clean tiles.After lying down for a while, Zhang Jiale seemed to have thought of something, got up from the ground again, stared at Sun Zheping with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "How about we have a match?"

"Start fighting just after moving so many things?" Although Sun Zheping said so, he reached out and pulled the laptops of the two of them out of the bag, and put them on the box behind Zhang Jiale: "Little comrade, opportunism is the right thing to do." It’s not good. And even if I moved the things just now, we’ve made so many trips, there will be no problem with the condition of my hands.”

The two turned on the computer and swiped their cards to go online.

Sitting on the ground, he could only bend his legs, and the height of the cardboard box was not very suitable. Zhang Jiale's computer even popped up a warning box that the battery was too low when the two of them were fighting fiercely.

But in the end, he still won.

He was so unsatisfied that he danced and showed off his might, ran and danced in the room that seemed a bit empty because there were not many daily necessities placed there, and even made a lot of funny faces at Sun Zheping.

Sun Zheping looked at the excited Zhang Jiale, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, but there was a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Just now, under the condition that both of them had the same residual blood, he spread his fingers to press the violent skill button.It was obviously a key that he was used to every day, and the distance was neither long nor short, but when he stretched out his finger, there was a short and severe pain that spread from his wrist.

With only that momentary pause and hesitation, Zhang Jiale manipulated his character and ended the battle with a bombardment.

Maybe it's just because of carrying too much luggage, the wrist muscles are a little sore.

Sun Zheping interlaced his fingers, and slowly moved his wrists, trying to open his five fingers again.

This time, there was no pain like before.

Everything was too short and unpredictable, as if it was just his illusion.

But Sun Zheping understood that the pain that flashed between the flashes of light did indeed happen.

"Do you have anything like Baiyao spray at home?" He stood up while supporting the box, and asked in as relaxed a tone as possible.

Zhang Jiale blinked, approached with a smirk and said, "Isn't it an excuse that you lost to me?"

Sun Zheping couldn't help scratching the tip of his nose: "It seemed to be twisted when I just moved the box, and my wrist hurt a bit."

Zhang Jiale's expression suddenly became serious.

"Which hand?" He glared at Sun Zheping, and took turns taking his two wrists up and down to examine them carefully. While looking at them, he couldn't help but scold him, "Why aren't you careful at all?" What if you hurt your muscles and bones? If you can’t move, ask me to help you, tell you to be brave, will the Bravery Association give you a gold medal, or what?” He stretched out his fingertips, gently from the Sun Zheping's wrist brushed all the way along his arm, and he frowned tightly, staring at Sun Zheping's face, refusing to let go of the slightest change in expression: "Did it hurt here just now? Is it still hurting?"

Sun Zheping couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed his forehead. Zhang Jiale glared at him and pushed him away angrily, "I'm asking you something! It's not a trivial matter to have something happen to you! Pack your things, let's go to the hospital..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Zheping stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Zhang Jiale's waist.

He carefully hid the dimples that were almost overflowing from the corners of his upturned mouth, buried his face in Zhang Jiale's neck, and carefully sniffed the scent of the few strands of his hair that had fallen down. He whispered: "It's okay, I just accidentally twisted it too hard, just spray some medicine and rest. Does it hurt?"

Zhang Jiale was angry, so he had no choice but to pat him on the back lightly to vent his anger: "Go over there and sit obediently, I'll give you the medicine, you're too clumsy to fix it yourself!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Sun Zheping surrendered with both hands up, and obediently put down his left hand under Zhang Jiale's sniper: "The chief taught you the right lesson!"

The pain of that day did not reappear in the next few months, so Sun Zheping gradually calmed down, just regarded it as an accident, turned around and devoted himself to training.

The fifth season started as scheduled. One year after the dazzling performances of the "golden generation" have been repeated in front of people's eyes, the professional players have basically adapted to the style and style of play of this group of up-and-coming stars. In addition to the strategic approach for rookies, they are no longer caught off guard like they were at the beginning of the fourth season.

Maybe it's because the team's new building brought about a huge boost in morale, or maybe it's because after several years of adjustment, the team finally formed a set of nearly perfect style of play. Team Hundred Blossoms led the way from the very beginning of the season. , far ahead of other teams with a complete victory record, ranking first in the regular season.

In the No.12 round of the regular season, after winning the home game against Excellent Era by a big score, Team Hundred Blossoms held a celebration party in the spacious cafeteria with clean windows as usual in the new building.

It was said to be a celebration party, but in fact it was just that the aunts in the cafeteria made some meat dishes with the highest praise rate in the weekdays for these young men with vigorous appetites.Even so, everyone ate like they had won the finals, and ate their mouths full of oil.

Seeing the joy and excitement of the crowd, Sun Zheping put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up: "You guys eat first, I'll go out for a while."

Zhang Jiale stuffed his mouth full of stewed beef, pulled Sun Zheping's lapel, and said vaguely: "You haven't moved a few chopsticks yet. Even because of Ye Qiu's deflated expression, we should eat two more bowls of rice! !"

"I just got tired of it, and I'm a little bloated. I'll go for a walk and I'll be back soon." Sun Zheping patted him on the shoulder, and heard Zhang Jiale shouting aggressively from behind him, spitting gravy: "Leave me that beef!" Go! Yes, keep the skewers for me too! Auntie! Give me a takeaway box! I have to take away the dishes I left for my grandson!"

Standing on the balcony on the top floor, with the pleasant evening breeze blowing, looking at the quiet and serene night scene of City K, which is not as brightly lit as City B, Sun Zheping's heaviness in his heart could not be relieved.

He didn't tell anyone that during the last team game against Excellent Era today, the short and severe pain from a few months ago wrapped around his wrist again.

Last time, he was able to masturbate by lifting too many heavy objects;

But this time, he couldn't lie to himself.

His professional life will not be too long, which is something he has known since he first stepped into the professional circle.

His fierce style of play, fast hand speed, high-intensity training, and difficult games that cannot be reserved, all require him to consume the length of his professional life as a price.

However, he never thought that this day would come so soon.

In the past, he had thought that this might have the same effect as the blood-for-blood Berserker he manipulated—since his Berserker was so flamboyant and unrestrained, he naturally couldn't be left behind , naturally should be open-minded and free and easy.

However, when this day really came, he found that he was far from being as fearless as he thought at the beginning.

He was a little at a loss, and the nameless panic that he had been suppressing in the deepest part of his heart escaped through this crack of helplessness, growing wildly uncontrollably, biting fiercely like a ferocious beast out of a cage. every inch of his muscles and bones.

But how could he give in?

Since the beginning of the fifth season, Team Hundred Blossoms has achieved impressive results, but at this moment, he, the captain of Team Hundred Blossoms, had such a fatal problem.If it is exposed at this time, not to mention what other teams will use this weakness to do, just talk about the morale of Team Hundred Blossoms itself, it will be a huge blow.

At this critical juncture, how could he admit defeat, how dare he escape?

Sun Zheping's left hand slowly clenched into a fist, and then slowly released it.

Since no matter what, the end result is the same,

Then he must climb to the highest peak of glory and realize his childhood dream before discussing it.

Since it has been as short as fireworks, it should also be as bright as fireworks.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

If you don't think about the future, just think about the present, it's not impossible to persist through the fifth season regardless of the consequences, and stand at the pinnacle of glory.

Since he is the captain, he naturally needs to bear more than other players.

This is his duty.

With this belief, he tried his best to suppress his "secret" in the subsequent training and competitions.The pain between the wrists has also evolved from an occasional, short-lived pain like an electric shock to a long-lasting torture.If the time is short, he can still grit his teeth and persist, and if it is more severe, he will secretly swallow two painkillers.And before the game and when the pain is unbearable, he will also sneak to the hospital for an injection.

He thought he was covering up perfectly.

But he didn't expect that in just two weeks, after he and Zhang Jiale finished their final match in a training session, Zhang Jiale would suddenly raise his head from the computer and look straight at him without even a hint of a smile in his eyes .

"Is there something wrong with your hand?"