【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

There is no suspense about Zhang Jiale being elected as the MVP of the fifth season.

But when a person looked at the cameras all over the stage, for some reason, he was at a loss.

He knew that he should be more calm, but he didn't understand why he was so helpless.I just feel that the faint uneasiness that has been lurking in his heart for a long time has been magnified and magnified here for some reason, and his eardrums are rattled by bursts of non-stop humming.

The lines prepared before the game were stuttered by him, and he didn't know what he was talking about at the end of the sentence, which only caused the manager of Team Hundred Blossoms who was sitting by the side to cough frequently, almost dragging push him back to his seat.

"That... I think player Zhang Jiale has made it very clear about his feelings about winning the MVP of the season and his goals for the next season." Glancing at Zhang Jiale who was still sitting on his seat, the manager of Team Hundred Blossoms felt relieved. In one breath, he adjusted his sitting posture and put on a standard official smiling face: "Actually, I still have some things here that I want to announce to the outside world."

He cleared his throat, and moved the microphone on the table a little closer to himself: "Sun Zheping, the former captain of our Hundred Blossoms team, entrusts me to announce his retirement here on his behalf."

A short sentence passed the ears of the reporters.

Before they could realize what kind of meaning was mixed in the words, there was a cry immediately followed.

"impossible!"

Zhang Jiale stood up abruptly, his front was wet from the paper cup he accidentally overturned, but it didn't fall into his eyes at all.

His voice sounded so righteous and confident, but for some reason, at this time, he suddenly poked in a row of players waiting for follow-up interviews, which only made people feel extremely embarrassed.

"Impossible..." Seeing the unfriendly expression on the team manager's face, Zhang Jiale felt guilty, and forced a smile, trying to make his words sound more reliable: "He...he won't...he never followed As I mentioned, he also promised me... Manager, you know, we have such a good relationship, you can't just..."

The team manager suppressed his embarrassing expression, sighed, and held up a piece of paper to the many reporters in the audience: "Sorry, this news may indeed be a bit sudden. Before, we were indeed tightly sealed off the inside and outside of the team. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Jiale, who was still refusing to sit down and was staring at him. His heart was broken, and he simply took out the golden account card with the words "Falling Blossoms" printed on it: "Because I'm worried It will affect the performance of the players and the results of the game, so Sun Zheping specially chose to announce his retirement at this point in time by the team. I also thank the many players of Glory and the fans of Team Hundred Blossoms for their encouragement and support. ..."

What was said after that long speech, Zhang Jiale couldn't understand a single word.

He also lost sight of the surprised and ecstatic faces of the media reporters in the audience, as well as the pale and dazzling flashing lights constantly flashing in front of his eyes.

Someone behind him seemed to be pulling the hem of his clothes and urging him to sit down, but his knees seemed to be pierced by nails, and he couldn't even bend them a little bit.

He wanted to take the microphone from the manager's hand, and refuted loudly to everyone, "Sun Zheping won't retire like this", but when he really opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be taken away.

It was obviously a summer night, but he didn't know if it was because the air-conditioning in the room was too high, so he started to shiver.

The golden card in the manager's hand shone dazzlingly.

"Excuse me." Zhang Jiale turned his head away, unwilling to pay attention to the expressions of everyone present, followed by the flashing lights one after another, and hurriedly left the interview booth as if fleeing.

The footsteps seemed to be heavy, but in the anger that was clogging his chest, he didn't seem so heavy.

He wanted to ask Sun Zheping why he broke his promise to fight side by side.

I even wanted to ask Sun Zheping for an explanation, why I was the last one to know that he was going to retire.

But when he pushed open the door of the player passage——

The flowing light from the street in the distance fell into Zhang Jiale's eyes mottledly through the glass window.

By the window, no one stood there waiting for him.

Anger receded completely in an instant, and panic took advantage of the void, roaring and swarming up, filling his brain in an instant.

The heart began to beat uncontrollably, and the world in front of him slowly twisted into a grotesque sneer.

Trembling, Zhang Jiale took out the phone from his pocket, pressed the unlock button, saw the two bright smiling faces on the phone wallpaper that instantly lit up, and trembled suddenly, the phone fell to the ground with a "click", and the screen went black.

Leaning against the wall, he gasped for breath for a long time, gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up the phone, tried his best to suppress the violent trembling of his fingertips, and pressed the unlock button again.

Opening the call log and clicking on Sun Zheping's name, Zhang Jiale faced a long wait.

Whether it's blaming words or questioning words, Zhang Jiale doesn't want to say anything anymore.

At this moment, he just wanted to ask where Sun Zheping was, and begged him to stand where he was and wait for him.

When the sound of "beep" was finally replaced by a human voice, Zhang Jiale's eyes lit up, and he blurted out "big grandson", but immediately it was like being drenched from head to toe by a basin of cold water.

"Sorry, the number you dialed has not been answered, please try again later."

His eyes were blurred, Zhang Jiale didn't know whether to blame his dizzy mind or the tears in his eyes.

He just dialed Sun Zheping's number over and over again, and listened to the series of repeated beeps coming from the handset of the mobile phone.

With one sound, it hit his chest, shattering the beating heart under his chest into pieces.

He leaned on the wall and walked towards the exit step by step, dialing Sun Zheping's number mechanically and repeatedly.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not answered for the moment, please try again later. Sorry, the number you have dialed is not answered for the moment, please..."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unanswered, please..."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

The sweet mechanical female voice sounded polite and alienated, coldly repeating "I'm sorry" to Zhang Jiale again and again.

It seemed to be Sun Zheping's apology that he couldn't say in the end.

Zhang Jiale suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red but too astringent to shed a tear.

He rushed out of the gymnasium holding his mobile phone, but stopped the moment he stood outside.

Above him is the open sky.

Although he couldn't see the thousands of beams of the galaxy, it was so high and so far away that it was connected to the road under his feet in an endless distance, and he stood in the middle, just such a small black spot.

Standing here, it was the first time he found out in despair that City B was so big and strange that he didn't even know where he could go, should go, and where he could go to find him.

In the mobile phone, the familiar mechanical female voice came out again.

Zhang Jiale stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

There seemed to be a group of people walking out behind him, and there was a commotion from a distance, and he couldn't be distracted, until a person passed by him, seemed to notice him, and looked sideways.

"Zhang Jiale?"

Wang Jiexi patted him on the shoulder: "You don't look well, is it okay? Did you get separated from the rest of the team? Do you want to contact your manager for you?"

Zhang Jiale stared fixedly at Wang Jiexi's face, his eyes suddenly turned red, he felt a loss of composure, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you see Sun Zheping?"

Wang Jiexi was taken aback, then blinked: "If he can't be contacted, maybe he went back to the hotel first?"

Before the words finished, Zhang Jiale raised his head, his eyes shining beautifully in the darkness.He trembled, hurriedly left a "thank you", and suddenly turned around and ran away.

A small flame was rekindled in his heart.

Yes.

He comforted himself.

Sun Zheping is such a strong and stubborn person.

Since he is going to retire tonight, how can people see him as weak and unwilling?

This stinky little brat who wants to save face is probably secretly making a sad cat in the hotel room at this time, right?Then it is normal that the mobile phone is silent and cannot receive your own call.

If so, then I should comfort him well.

As for the other accounts, since they are destined to go on together, why bother to care about them?

He rushed to the side of the road, hurriedly stopped a taxi, and reported the name of the hotel.

Zhang Jiale was sitting in the back seat of the car, the colorful lights from the street cast on his white face, changing and intertwining one after another, like dream bubbles, radiant, and immediately burst behind the speeding car with a "boo".

He lowered his eyes, chewing over and over the words he used to comfort Sun Zheping after returning to the hotel.

Certain words sound harsh, some syntax is not so soft, and some rhetoric may not be appropriate...

So until he arrived at the destination, he still didn't think of a perfect set of rhetoric.

Shaking his head and laughing at his uselessness, he stood outside his room, leaning against the wall, and waited until he had calmed down his breathing before taking out his room card and swiping to open the door.

The room was pitch black.

The bed where the two of them slept the day before was tidied up by the cleaning staff, and the white sheets reflected the brilliant night of City B outside the floor-to-ceiling windows like snow.

But on the low table beside him, next to his luggage, Sun Zheping's suitcase was missing.

The room card in his hand fell silently on the soft carpet under his feet.

Zhang Jiale stooped silently to pick up the room card, walked into the room, stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked down at the thousand lights of the city below.

The colorful light spots seemed to converge into a bright galaxy at the bottom of his feet.

The night in City B is so beautiful.

But it overwhelmed his love.

After looking at it for a long time, he seemed to have thought of something, suddenly picked up his luggage, and walked out of the room without looking back.