【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

·Effect is better with BGM "longing for your touch"

At [-]:[-] p.m., SD Gymnasium in City B.

The surrounding lights have been extinguished, and the green light board with the words "player channel" is shining brightly in the dark corridor, and the noisy voices in the auditorium can only be heard here. hum" sound.

Zhang Jiale took a deep breath.

This is not the first time he has stood here.

Two years ago, in the finals of the third season, he also stood at the place closest to the peak of glory at this level, as if he could touch the shining light in front of him by reaching out his hand.

It's a pity that it's only one step away.

Just one step.

But now, he made a comeback and stood here again.

Zhang Jiale could even hear his own heartbeat.

"Oh no no no."

With a "snap", Zhang Jiale slapped himself on the forehead, turned around, and buried his face into Sun Zheping's neck as soon as he lowered his head. Side of the neck: "I'm so nervous!"

Sun Zheping stretched out his hand, gently stroked the top of his hair, and then patted his back: "I didn't see you so nervous about Ye Qiu the year before last. Why, are you afraid of looking at Wang Jiexi for three hundred seconds?"

"How can it be the same?" Zhang Jiale hit the snake with the stick, and simply put his hands around Sun Zheping's waist: "Didn't you still have you the year before last..." Halfway through speaking, he closed his mouth in embarrassment, and arched in Sun Zheping's direction again arch.

"You're not too hot in summer." Sun Zheping didn't seem to hear anything, and he lifted Zhang Jiale out of his arms with a low smile: "You're still standing here without me this year, doesn't it just mean that you are better than me? .”

Zhang Jiale wanted to refute, but Sun Zheping shrugged and pointed to the electronic clock hanging in the corridor.Glaring at Sun Zheping bitterly, he turned around and was about to walk into the player's tunnel, but just as he took half a step, Sun Zheping grabbed his wrist.

He turned around, and before he had time to say anything, he saw Sun Zheping pulling his fingertips, slowly moving them to his lips like that day in the third season, and blowing gently.

"Give you a breath of fairy air."

Seeing Zhang Jiale's rapidly flushed face, Sun Zheping showed a smirk he was all too familiar with: "It's very clever, isn't it."

Zhang Jiale's ears were red, his neck was stuck, he turned around and ran into the contestant's aisle in three steps in a row.

Only Sun Zheping was left standing there, watching the slowly closing door of the contestant passage, and gently closed his eyes.

"come on."

Sitting in the auditorium, Sun Zheping buried himself back into the back of the chair.

In the darkness, surrounded by countless supporters who shouted.The red and green fluorescent sticks in their hands waved along, mottled and intertwined to form a bizarre scene, as if they were scattered flowers in Dazzling Hundred Flowers' hands.

But he seemed to be unable to see anything, only the electronic screen in front of him.

On the electronic screen, Dazzling Hundred Blossoms and Wang Buliuxing were fighting in full swing. Their skill positions were complicated and came and went, making it dizzying for the eyes. The only thing that was easy to observe was the health bars on both sides of the screen that were falling at the same speed.The audience cheered from time to time, but Sun Zheping still seemed to hear nothing.

In this dark space, it seemed that he was the only one left, staring at the dazzling flowers on the huge screen.

Without blinking his eyes, he only counted those skills that he had seen countless times, which bloomed most beautifully under Dazzling Hundred Blossoms' hands one by one.

Flash bombs, smoke bombs, incendiary bombs, explosive bombs, percussion grenades, burst grenades, explosive grenades, timing grenades, electric shock grenades, remote control grenades...

Yellow light, orange light, silver light, green light, blue light, red light, so many lights of so many colors, intertwined and exploded one after another above his head——

It is very similar to that day, the arena on New Year's Eve, and the fireworks that he gave him in the sky burst into flowers.

Unknowingly, his vision was blurred by something he never wanted to admit, but he still opened his eyes almost stubbornly, refusing to blink.

It seemed that as long as he was willing to keep watching, even for a second, the person behind the screen would smile and fight for him.

The pain from the blockage in his throat kept climbing up to the tip of his nose, but it still couldn't hurt the beating heart under his chest.It seemed that every beat of that heart melted endless pain into his blood, pushing it to every blood vessel, meridian, and every muscle and bone in him.

Dazzling Hundred Blossoms' face and Zhang Jiale's face overlapped little by little before his eyes.In a trance, he seemed to see the young man lying on the floor of Changshui International Airport smiling and stretching out his hand to him, the young man walking side by side with him in the tree-lined path in front of the small building, and the young man with Looking at the boy who secretly looked at him with the enthusiasm and shyness that he thought he had suppressed very well, he saw the boy who kissed him quietly in the dark night, saw the faded wooden floor of the small building with stubble sticking up, and saw the piled up In the corner of the room, honey glowing amber in the sun saw the slender petals of honeysuckle intertwined with yellow and white...

Finally, something he couldn't help, slowly slid down his cheeks, and was reflected by the light from the screen as shallow traces, and then fell on his knee bit by bit, blending into the deep Colored fabric, disappearing.

He had thought that their journey could be so long and so far.

But in the end, he discovered that in the end, everything was only a short eyelash.

On the big screen, the golden light of glory shines through the audience.

The crowd erupted in cheers one after another.

The ribbon fireworks arranged in the venue burst at the right time, and colorful confetti sprinkled all over the audience.

The venue has completely become a sea of ​​green.

The video of Wang Buliuxing finally defeating Dazzling Hundred Blossoms was played repeatedly on the electronic screen.

In the fifth season, Team Tiny Herb defeated Team Hundred Blossoms and won the championship.

The phone's screen lit up in due course.

Two drops of water splashed onto the screen, refracting colorful lights from the edge of the screen.

It also blurred the short line of text messages.

"The car is waiting for you outside the venue."

When walking out of the competition room, Zhang Jiale stretched his waist and sighed to Sun Zheping who was standing in the corridor.

"It still doesn't work, Dasun, I've worked hard!" He shrugged, and finally smiled when he saw Sun Zheping's face: "As expected, you still have to take it with you, we are the strongest!" He stretched out his hand Looping around Sun Zheping's shoulders, he stretched his voice, and said half-jokingly, "I will strengthen my supervision on you in the future! You need to get better soon, and then we will get rid of Tiny Herb, Excellent Era, Tyranny..."

His words stopped in Sun Zheping's embrace.

Such a tight hug.

As if to forge the flesh and blood of the two into one, Sun Zheping's arms tightly wrapped around Zhang Jiale's body, tightening and tightening continuously, until Zhang Jiale let out a soft cry of pain, but still refused to stop.

"Be careful with your hands!" Zhang Jiale wanted to struggle, but in the end he stretched out his hands, embraced Sun Zheping, and patted Sun Zheping's broad back comfortingly: "It's all right, it doesn't matter if we don't win the championship, we will start again next year But, I'm fine, Dasun, you don't have to..."

He stopped talking suddenly.

He clearly felt that some liquid was dripping onto his neck, drop after drop, scorching hot.

He wanted to look up at Sun Zheping's face, but Sun Zheping's left hand held the back of his head firmly, and he didn't dare to struggle.

Zhang Jiale felt a little bewildered.

His two hands instinctively stroked Sun Zheping's spine up and down, only to get Sun Zheping's tighter embrace.

He wanted to comfort Sun Zheping, but before he could say any words of comfort, Sun Zheping suddenly let go.

"It's nothing." Sun Zheping smiled at him, "You have worked hard for the past six months."

"Where is it!" Zhang Jiale let out a long sigh of relief, resting his forehead on his shoulder, and gently rubbed it again and again: "As long as we are together, this little hard work is nothing! Even if it's harder—hey! This I didn't want you to be lazy!" He raised his eyes to Sun Zheping and laughed, "You need to get well soon and pay back everything you owed me before, do you hear me!" Sun Zheping didn't respond for a long time, Zhang Jiale pretended Angry, he tapped him lightly on the shoulder: "What do I ask you?"

"Deputy team, the media conference is about to start, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wei's voice came from afar from the other end of the contestant passage.

Zhang Jiale wrinkled his nose resentfully, got out of Sun Zheping's slowly letting go of his arms, straightened his team uniform up and down, and said reluctantly, "Then shall I go to the press conference first?"

Sun Zheping smiled slightly, and as usual, lightly stroked the top of his hair: "Well, go ahead. You must be the MVP of this season."

"Hair is messed up!" Zhang Jiale squinted and laughed, avoiding Sun Zheping's hand, turned and walked to the other side of the passage.

Sun Zheping kept smiling, watching Zhang Jiale's back as he walked towards the end of the contestant passage step by step—

"Zhang Jiale!"

Just as Zhang Jiale was about to walk out of the contestant tunnel, he suddenly heard a loud shout from Sun Zheping behind him.

"Huh?" He turned his head and squinted his eyes: "What's the matter?"

At the other end of the corridor, Sun Zheping was smiling.

He stretched out a finger, pointed at his own lips, then turned his hand, and gently pressed it in the direction of Zhang Jiale's lips.

Zhang Jiale let out a "puchi" laugh, and turned around in embarrassment, but the tips of his ears and the back of his neck were blushing.He waved his hand back smartly: "Old rascal! See you later, okay? Goodbye!"

Ok.

Facing the empty entrance, Sun Zheping's smile was finally unsustainable under the pale fluorescent lamps that came on one after another.

Bye now.

Sun Zheping turned around, walked towards the direction of the exit, and took a step.

Never seen again.

my sweetheart.

Something burst out of the embankment and landed on the carpet under his feet without a sound.