【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

City K, rainy night Fang Ji.If you smell it carefully, you can smell the slightly fishy smell of earth in the wet and cold air.

A floor lamp stood alone by the roadside, reflecting a cold light on the puddle of water at Zhang Jiale's feet.

He carried his luggage, stood in the thin light in the darkness, and looked up.

Three twelve in the morning.

The lights in the house have long been extinguished, and even the bats that used to flutter their wings in the dark did not know where they flew.There are only dark windows in front of you, weaving into a black net, covering the whole sky.

He walked into the corridor with his head down, pressed the elevator button silently, and watched the red numbers on the display screen change one by one.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and the dense darkness in the corridor on the top floor poured into the elevator room, wrapping Zhang Jiale layer by layer.

He was clearly standing in front of his house, but for some reason, he didn't even dare to step out of the elevator.

The elevator door slowly closed in front of his eyes, and his face was reflected on the mirror stainless steel skin polished by the property maintenance personnel.

He stared blankly at himself reflected in the elevator door, and in a daze, he seemed to see Sun Zheping behind him, pressing the buttons for each floor with a smirk.

The eye sockets were a little hot, Zhang Jiale couldn't help rubbing them with his hands, and when he looked again, there were only bloodshot eyes in his eyes in the mirror.

What are you waiting for?

Zhang Jiale asked himself in the mirror.

However, no matter how faint the glimmer of hope is, he still wants to convince himself that as long as he is willing to pursue, wait, and believe, he will always be able to grasp this glimmer of hope in the end.

He stepped out of the elevator and opened the door of his house.Facing the darkness, he didn't turn on the light, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility, he only closed the door gently.

Putting on slippers, I went around the entrance, and the first thing I saw was a bottle of soy sauce on the dining table.The body of the glass bottle that he hadn't had time to put into the kitchen was still glowing slightly in the darkness, as bright as a fluorescent light, but for some reason, it stung Zhang Jiale from the bottom of his eyes to the tip of his heart, trembling with pain all the way.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the body of the bottle, as if there was still residual warmth from Sun Zheping's fingertips on the cold glass wall.

"Fool, you can't even tell the difference between soy sauce. If you buy light soy sauce, how can someone cook it for you?"

He laughed softly and talked to himself until the end, but his voice was choked with sobs.

Not knowing who he wanted to show it to, he suddenly put down the soy sauce bottle, leaned on the table, took a deep breath, and staggered back to the bedroom.

Lying down with the clothes closed, the dry and swollen eyes seemed to have their own consciousness, and they were unwilling to close no matter what.Everything related to Sun Zheping flashed before Zhang Jiale's eyes one after another.The many dusty and musty memories that he thought had been pressed in the corner by him were clearly so clear, with the pungentness and warmth of the sun coming to his nostrils.But on the contrary, what he thought he could have, the endless life journey with Sun Zheping, in the end, only this vivid scene of yesterday remained in his memory.

Until this moment, there was endless regret covering Zhang Jiale's body wave after wave from the darkness, slowly clenching his heart tightly, and pulling it out of his chest bit by bit.

He always thought it was still a long time.

But now he discovered that they hadn't even lifted a championship trophy together.

If I had matured a bit more in the final of the third season, would the ending be different?

If I had worked harder in the season that just ended, would the ending be different?

If I usually help him share more, will he stay in this field for more time?

If I had noticed his strangeness early on, had kept him early, and chased him early, would he have stopped for himself?

Zhang Jiale thought over and over again, every word that hit his heart was like a hot iron, torturing himself, poking them at the tip of his heart over and over again, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't breathe. Dare to stop.

The tiredness came, like a great relief.

In the chaos, Zhang Jiale felt that he opened his arms to welcome the peaceful and peaceful darkness.

But there was a rustling sound that pulled him back to the sober reality just like that without warning.

He opened his eyes suddenly, as if the whole person came to life at once, dazzling brilliance burst out from the originally dark eyes.

His body was frozen on the bed, unable to move, but when every drop of blood flowed back to his heart, he clearly expressed ecstasy——

In the living room, there was someone's voice.

Even though the sound of footsteps and breathing was quiet, Zhang Jiale heard it.

It's him!It's him!

Inexhaustible power rushed to Zhang Jiale's limbs and bones in such an instant, causing tears to fill his eyes and lips to tremble.As soon as he stood up, he turned over from the bed and fell off the ground. He didn't even care about putting on his slippers, and stumbled out of the bedroom.In ecstasy, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, but he still tried hard to find his own voice: "Big—"

His words came to an abrupt end in the middle of his mouth.

In the living room stood a stranger.

The stranger's face was swept by the scattered moonlight outside the window, as if covered with a layer of white veil, but it couldn't hide the panic of being discovered on his face.

However, before this strange and uninvited guest could make a move, he found that the eyes of the person in front of him rushing out of the bedroom with a look of ecstasy as if he had survived a desperate situation, all the lights were extinguished in an instant.

The anger in his eyes seemed to be completely emptied at this very moment, and what was left was only boundless emptiness, a gloomy and numb despair.

The thief's mind went blank, and when he was thinking about how to get out, without warning, he saw Zhang Jiale slowly sliding along the wall and sitting on the ground.

Two lines of tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks silently, and dripped on the floor, shining brightly under the moonlight.

In front of a strange thief, Zhang Jiale leaned against the wall and wept silently.He tried his best to suppress his voice, but he was unable to suppress the tears that gushed out like a bank bursting.

He was finally told in this way.

He can no longer lie to himself.

The person he was waiting for had already left.

Won't come back again.

Zhang Jiale didn't know when the thief left.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom, covered with a quilt.

The sunlight fell into the room through the gauze curtain, and fell on the back of his hand, like a big butterfly scattered with golden powder.

Zhang Jiale sat up silently, picked up the mobile phone placed by the bed, stared at the wallpaper of the mobile phone for a while, immediately unlocked it, and dialed a series of numbers.

The sunlight fell on his body and hair, which seemed to have coated him with a light halo.

"Mom, we won't be here in two days."

He tried his best to adjust his voice.

"Well, didn't we not win the championship this year? The team needs to step up training."

"Okay, I'll tell him."

"Don't worry, he...he's fine, I'll take good care of him."

"Yeah, he's been... nice to me. Nice."

"Then take care of yourself too."

"We'll always be fine."

After putting down the phone, Zhang Jiale's heart no longer felt the endless aches and pains in his heart.

After the pain, it was empty and blank, eating away at his body bit by bit.

He numbly got up, walked into the bathroom, looked at the two toothbrushes on the sink, but didn't move his eyes.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, change your clothes, lock the door, go downstairs, take the car.

Zhang Jiale sat on the bus, like a machine, staring at the passing street scene outside the window without blinking.The increasingly verdant greenery accompanied by the golden sunlight swayed past his pupils one by one, making him mistakenly think that he was back in the summer when he was 17 years old.

Two teenagers, with nothing in their pockets, but with infinite longing and hope for the future, sat on the bus from Tianshui International Airport to the urban area, and then wandered into the two-storey building. small building.

He emptied his mind, followed the sensations of his body, got off the car at the stop he thought he should get off, and slowly turned into the trail surrounded by countless camphor, ginkgo and eucalyptus trees.

Walking alone on this road that has entrusted him with countless memories, this feeling is so strange that he is afraid.

As if to confirm his feeling, not far away on the floating gray cement wall, the huge red "Demolition" character pierced his eyes.

He stopped, stood outside the fence, and silently watched the workers wearing hard hats swinging sledgehammers in the wall, standing on the half-demolished second floor, knocking down countless bricks and rubble with one hammer after another. .

The sixth room from the left is the manager's office.The fifth room is a small warehouse.The fourth room is Zhang Wei's room.These rooms, together with the rooms to the right, have been demolished to pieces, and the workers chanted loudly and moved on to the next room.

Mo Chuchen lives in the third room from the left.Because of that guy, every time he and Sun Zheping do those indescribable things, he is always uneasy, and Sun Zheping will always kiss his lips understandingly to seal his voice , but the two have more exciting romance because of this.

To the left is his and Sun Zheping's room.

In this room, he couldn't tell how many things had happened, how many tears and laughter had left him, what kind of anxiety and what kind of sweetness he had conceived in it.

But here he had a dream and fell in love with the one with whom he was dreaming.

That dream has not woken up yet, but that person has left.

Now, even this small building is about to turn into flying dust under the sun.

The flower seeds he buried in the flower bed under the window sill before he left may not have a chance to bloom again.

Zhang Jiale just stood on the small path in the distance, watching the workers tear down the second floor of the small building bit by bit, chanting and tearing down the communication room, conference hall, and training machine room that he remembered. ...

The sound on the construction site was like the buzzing of cicadas, but a heart in his chest was clearly loud and clear with the sound of the bricks and cement falling apart.

The sun was rotating above his head, but he just stood motionless, allowing every minute and every second of the small building to be demolished to be reflected in his eyes.

Until the afterglow of the sun was fading, the workers walked out of the construction site in twos and threes, found him, thought he acted suspiciously, but didn't say anything clearly, just looked him up and down curiously.

Zhang Jiale tried his best to smile, but his legs seemed to be bitten by thousands of insects and ants, as heavy as lead.

It's just that he didn't have the energy to care about these things.

He was leaning against a tree, and a crimson golden sunset fell into his eyes.

He still remembered that it was a summer after the end of the second season, and it was the same sunset. He was lying on the window sill in the room in the small building, waiting for Sun Zheping's return.

He slowly closed his eyes.

nothing left.

Zhang Jiale rubbed his legs, walked slowly to the main road, and stopped a taxi with his hand: "Go to the Baihua Club Building."

So from now on, let all the past end here.