【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Clear night, cloudless and moonless.

The lights of Wanjia are silent, which sets off the brilliance of the galaxy on the zenith.Misty light flakes fell into the room lightly along with the wind that passed through the window, which seemed to have a slightly biting smell.Those faintly flickering yellow-blue light spots fluttered into the opened eyes of the person on the bed, but they seemed to have plunged into a deep pool, and there were no stars, let alone ripples.

Zhang Jiale's even and steady breathing sounded from behind, and the warm breath gently brushed against the back of Sun Zheping's neck following the rhythm.He quietly looked at the mottled stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his left hand hidden under the quilt kept making a fist and stretching, silently, experiencing the pain of biting and gnawing up his arm over and over again.

The pain seemed to mess up his breathing.

But in the end, he still turned his uncontrollable unwillingness into a sigh that passed away in the darkness of the room.

The cell phone next to the bed vibrated suddenly at this moment.

In the dark room, the cold white light scattered from the phone screen illuminated Sun Zheping's face.

He sat up silently.

The chilly night wind poured into his back along the back collar of his shirt, making him feel chilly to the bone.

Zhang Jiale beside him was still sleeping soundly, but under the faint light of the stars, his lower eyelids had already revealed two patches of faint blue, showing that his delicate and delicate face was haggard for no reason.

Sun Zheping knew that Zhang Jiale was very tired.

All the burdens that I had shouldered in the past fell on Zhang Jiale's shoulders in an instant after he announced his withdrawal from the fifth season due to injury.

In order not to worry him, to prevent the outside world from questioning, for the "future" they had promised, for the golden glory, even for the sponsors, for their supporters... Zhang Jiale put all his burdens together He picked it up, with a relaxed smile on his face——

But how can one person carry the whole team and sprint forward with all their strength without being exhausted?

However, when he wanted to tell Zhang Jiale that he didn't need to work so hard, don't overextend himself like this, he found that there was nothing he could do about it, and he couldn't help Zhang Jiale one of them.

Sun Zheping wanted to stretch out his hand to gently wipe away the bruises under his eyes, but he was afraid of disturbing his sweet dreams, so he just stared at his peaceful sleeping face for a long time, and then picked up the bruise with his backhand under the persevering reminder of vibration. cell phone.

On the screen is a familiar number.

From City B.

Sun Zheping stared at the screen, and waited until the vibration of the phone subsided and the noise started again before pressing the answer button.

He only put the receiver to his ear, before he could figure out how to face it, the person on the other end of the phone had already opened his mouth in a low voice:

"it's me."

Sun Zheping never expected that his father, who hadn't had any contact with him for nearly four years, would actually call him on such a night.

Sun Zheping stood in front of the French window of the study with his mobile phone in his hand, took a deep breath, and softly exhaled: "What's the matter so late."

"You haven't called me once in four years, but now you talk to me in such a tone when I call you." He said lightly: "It seems that you drove me out of the house at the beginning."

"Let's go back to City B." The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to take his cold attitude seriously, and his tone was undisturbed, but I don't know if it sounds like thousands of kilometers away because the speaker is on the other end of the phone : "The position for you has been arranged. Of course, if you want to go to university first, it is not impossible."

Sun Zheping's hand holding the phone tightened, his fingertips turned white: "I said a long time ago that I won't go back." He paused, and then said: "I have a game tomorrow, if there is nothing else, I will go back." How about this."

"You can still compete now?" He was about to hang up the phone, but the voice on the other end was both mocking and clear: "Don't think that I will be blindfolded by your tricks and know nothing."

Sun Zheping was stunned.

The person on the other end of the phone continued with his words.Although the speed of speech is slow, the majesty that can't be rejected is completely in every word: "Go back to City B, I will find the best hospital to treat your hand injury."

"What if I say no?" Sun Zheping tried his best to suppress his voice, "You don't need to worry about my affairs, my hands are my own, and I have things I pursue..."

"Pursuit?" The person on the other end sneered, "Do you think that in your current state, you are not causing trouble to your so-called partners? Are you sure that you at this moment are a help to others, not Is it a burden that needs to be thrown away?" He spoke out the calm and disgusting tone that Sun Zheping often heard when he was young: "You might as well think about it, if you continue to stay there, it will be of any help to anyone, anything, or anything. ?"

Sun Zheping was silent.

He wanted to refute, wanted to tell his father loudly that he could continue to fight for his dream; he was also the rightful captain of Team Hundred Blossoms, and he was the spirit that supported the entire team; and Zhang Jiale would not see himself that way , He is still looking forward to the next, next and next season where he will fight with him.

However, when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

No matter how optimistic and consoling you are, there may still be many "miracles" in this world waiting to be discovered;

But he couldn't lie to himself after all.

He could hear the discussions among the team members and managers about his hand injury, he could hear the sponsor's decision to withdraw the endorsement of the advertisement, and he could see Zhang Jiale struggling to support himself pretending to be calm.

Would everything be fine without me?

Doesn't Zhang Jiale need to be busy and exhausted in front of himself and the team?

He will not make his steps so heavy because he feels that he has an extra champion of Sun Zheping on his shoulders, he will not make his every word so cautious because he takes care of his injuries and take care of his feelings, and he will no longer only dare to be in front of him. In his sleep, he showed such a painful and exhausted appearance...

But I'm so unhappy...

Unwilling to leave like this, unwilling to return to the original point, unwilling to abandon the glory for which I almost gave up everything, unwilling to return to the track that was arranged by others called "Prison", and even less willing to let go of him That person's sincerity that was finally grasped in the palm of your hand.

"How about it? Think about it?" It seemed that he could hear his wavering, and the tone of the person on the other end of the phone was slightly softer, which could be regarded as a "loving father": "Go back to City B , this is where you should be."

"I will walk my own route. I don't need you to tell me what kind of life I should live." Sun Zheping gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his emotions, so that his shoulders began to tremble slightly: "I won't leave here."

"You can do whatever you want, but you have to think carefully, I'm doing it for your own good." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be smiling helplessly: "Call me when you think it over."

"Sun Zheping!"

Just as Sun Zheping put away his phone and was about to go back to his room to sleep, someone turned on the light in the study.

Zhang Jiale was wearing pajamas, with messy hair, standing at the door of the study with an angry look on his face.

"I said you don't want your hands anymore!" Seeing Sun Zheping turned around, Zhang Jiale rebuked aggressively: "I see you are not easy to use hands during the day, so you just play games while I'm sleeping at night, right?! You are trying to piss me off! Your hands are on your own body, if you don’t take good care of them, there will be no time for you to cry when the time comes! If I hadn’t slept..."

Sun Zheping couldn't help laughing as he listened, but Zhang Jiale gave him a more serious stare: "Still laughing?! Let me tell you why you don't realize the seriousness of the problem at all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Zheping leaned forward, put his right arm around Zhang Jiale, and pouted at the desk next to him: "I didn't turn on the computer."

"It's not okay if you have this intention." Zhang Jiale tapped him lightly on the back, "Attempt to commit a crime is also a crime."

Sun Zheping had no choice but to raise his hand in surrender, shaking the phone in his hand towards Zhang Jiale: "I'll just answer the call, so as not to disturb you."

Zhang Jiale glanced at him with a half-smile, "So mysterious, who is it?"

"Scam call." Sun Zheping shrugged, and made Zhang Jiale a grimace: "You think I'll believe you! Go back to sleep! There's a game tomorrow!"

Since Sun Zheping announced his retirement in the middle of the fifth season, rumors and rumors about Team Hundred Blossoms have never stopped.

For any team, when an important part of the team's dual-core is taken away halfway, it is already difficult to stop the loss in time, let alone maintain the original state that is close to the peak and run all the way.

But Zhang Jiale managed to lead Team Hundred Blossoms to do it.

This vice-captain of Baihua, who used to be in people's minds, who always followed Sun Zheping with a heartless smile, was lazy, and made jokes from time to time, turned into a different person overnight, serious and serious. Seriously, keep everything in order for the team.

Even leading Team Hundred Blossoms, in the absence of Sun Zheping, they won three regular season games in a row and entered the playoffs with an impressive record of No. [-] in the overall ranking.

At the end of the last regular season game in which Hundred Blossoms won another [-]-[-] victory, the prominent words "MVP: Zhang Jiale" on the big central screen drew cheers from countless people in the stadium.

The voices of the crowd gradually became orderly from scattered shouts.Accompanied by rhythmic high-fives, the shouts of the audience slowly merged into one voice——

Zhang Jiale! MVP!

Sun Zheping sat under the stage, and the crowd behind him shouted Zhang Jiale's name over and over again with high spirits and tirelessness, pushing his back wave after wave.

Looking at the highlights of the wonderful operations played back on the screen over and over again, the muzzle of Dazzling Hundred Blossoms ejected more gorgeous and diverse flowers than before.

One-on-one in the individual competition, one-on-two in the group arena, and one-on-three in the team competition.

Such brilliance, such brilliance.

But in the face of such a turmoil, Sun Zheping found that he could no longer tell what he was feeling in his heart.

He was shamefully jealous of Zhang Jiale.

Jealous of his healthy hands, jealous of his ability to continue to stand on this battlefield, jealous of the clusters of flowers on his muzzle.

But in his eyes, there is clearly such a passion that wants to rush out of his eye sockets.

It turns out that Zhang Jiale's energy is so great.

It turned out that the light and heat that he radiated could be so blazing, so scorching and hard to move people's eyes away.

The person who is loved by him and who loves him at the same time is actually such a shining bright star.Sun Zheping only felt that there was something constantly fermenting and growing from the bottom of his heart, becoming warm and fluffy, filling every inch of his blood vessels, until the blood in his whole body was boiling hot.

Such Zhang Jiale, how could he not be attracted?

But maybe this Zhang Jiale is his original appearance?

The light that was constantly shining in Sun Zheping's eyes dimmed in an instant.

Zhang Jiale, who is getting more and more dazzling, and him, who is destined to perish.

Their paths are destined to diverge here; the distance between him and Zhang Jiale is also destined to grow farther and farther.

And he was powerless to change.

He didn't want to continue to sit in the audience and live a life envious of Zhang Jiale on the stage, and he didn't want to let himself be a burden to anyone or anything as his father said.

Sun Zheping got up, and walked into the empty corridor against the restless crowd who were still immersed in excitement.

Through the thick door, people's shouts could only be faintly revealed, but they were still very clear in the corridor.

Sun Zheping opened a window, and the icy wind, wrapped in the tide, whimpered through the empty corridor, cooling down the blood that was constantly rolling and clamoring in his veins bit by bit.

He took out his mobile phone and pressed the familiar number.

"Hey, it's me."

He took a deep breath, and when he exhaled again, the white water vapor dissipated in the cold night wind in an instant.

"I can promise you."

"But I have a request."

"I'm going to wait until the fifth season is over before retiring."

Sun Zheping didn't care to listen to what his father said afterwards, so he ended the call quickly.He looked down at the screen of the phone in his hand, and on the lock screen was his and Zhang Jiale's faces together, smiling flamboyantly.

His fingers flicked across Zhang Jiale's face on the screen——

No matter what, I have to see the most dazzling appearance when you hold the trophy of the champion of glory with your own hands, before I can leave with peace of mind.