【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

It's the beginning of May again, the late spring is no longer cold, but the heat of early summer is still hidden deep in the sea breeze.With the sound of the tide lapping on the pillow, the petals of the late cherry blossoms fluttered up with the night wind, reflecting the sea and the moon as a faint crimson crimson.

Sun Zheping stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, looking at the moonlight shining on the sea not far away, slightly lost in thought.

He also stood here five years ago.

In the Tyranny Club, in the player passage leading to the competition field, the walls made of cement bricks and tiles five years ago have all been replaced with bright floor-to-ceiling glass windows.The light of the distant lighthouse flashed from time to time, casting his shadow on the wall on the other side of the corridor.

More than half a year has passed since the ordinary day when he joined Heavenly Swords and announced his comeback.

For the outside world, he can use the three words "I am willing" to answer all the questions he is unwilling to answer; , there is still a trace of confusion and apprehension.

The three characters "Sun Zheping" slid across the rolling light board not far away, throwing a piece of red light into his eyes.

He stood at the door of the operating room, holding the doorknob, but did not open the door.The cold metal hand rested on his palm, and where it touched the skin, he could feel his pulse beating slightly.

He had known this day would come a long time ago, and had even looked forward to and fantasized about reuniting with Zhang Jiale countless times.

In every sleepless night in the past five years, in every unexpected dream of every night, in the dappled sunshine among scattered shades of trees, in the darker darkness against the background of gorgeous fireworks, in every period of wanting to forget And in the memories that I can't forget, let alone forget, in every contradictory and lingering thought that I know I shouldn't but still keep cutting.

He thought that when they met again, there would be kisses like biting, and hugs that kneaded flesh and blood into one; he would penetrate him fiercely, violate him, listen to his whimpering, and bite his lips till they were bloody Dripping; he would tear his whole body into pieces, swallow pieces with blood, and take it as his own completely, so as to calm his heart that had nowhere to rest for five years.

However, when the real reunion came, he hesitated.

He didn't even dare to appear in the handshake session between the two contestants before the match, but stood far behind the crowd, looking at the picture that he had traced thousands of times in his dream through the dim light curtain. Face.

Obviously, he was the one who said grandly in the game that he wanted to cut off the past, and he was the one who first raised the epee and slashed towards the past decisively, but he lost the on-screen keyboard and mouse, when he had nowhere to hide and that person The unchanged figure was thrown straight into his eyes——

He was anxious, hesitant, uneasy, ready to move, and with inexplicable anger.

Such a wimp, such a self.

He hated himself for being so miserable.

He wanted to go forward, but five years seemed like an insurmountable gap: the farewell five years ago and the disappearance five years ago were all stirred up in his heart at this moment, Like sharp blades, the places they pass are dripping with blood and flesh, but they are strangely refreshing.

It deserves it.

It's like in front of him, he will shrink all the way to humbleness, until he has no place to be ashamed, until he wants to puff out his chest and pluck out his heart that is beating like a young dove and offer it devoutly, but he is stepped into by that person. silt.

But he finally had a heartbeat.

Although this heartbeat seems to be painful.

After the glory gave him rebirth, his lost soul finally returned to his body in the blink of an eye.

He smiled.

After all, God treats him well.

With a "click", he turned the doorknob and walked into the room, swiped his card, and logged in. The familiar interface and familiar feeling.

Behind him is a familiar epee, and in front of him is a familiar person.

Just like the wild west that year,

"Hey, your skills look good, do you want to have a combination with me?"

But now, perhaps what he should say to him is "Hello, I'm a Berserker, sleep for another summer, Sun Zheping".

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Thunder, guns, swords—

But it is no longer the scene of flowers and blood in the past.

When the flowers in the sky are extinguished from the screen, the darkness that symbolizes death and failure is shrouded.

Sun Zheping's hand has not been retracted from the mouse and keyboard, but his brows have already been stretched.

The tip of his nose was sour, but he smiled.

Zhang Jiale has changed.

After so many years, it turned out that he was no longer the guy who followed behind him with a smirk and spread a gorgeous curtain for himself with the flowers blooming in the pistol.

Although I can understand that the man in front of me only needs this game, but the current self has already exhausted all his energy to break through the flowers of his who has never stopped moving forward.

How many setbacks and growth Zhang Jiale has experienced in these years is unknown to himself in the distance, but he knows that at this moment, he has come to the present place step by step from the extremely distant memory of the past. , in front of him.

"come on."

On the public screen, only this short line of words remained abruptly.

He suddenly had some regrets, he should have sent this sentence containing his most sincere wishes earlier, instead of hastily pressing the send button when he was about to fall down.

He wasn't sure if he was still waiting to hear back.

But on the public screen, there was finally an extra line of words.

"Ah."

Sun Zheping looked at that word, and for some reason, was on the verge of tears.

Five years.

The only word that pierced into his eyes seemed to be able to detonate all the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for five years.

He took a deep breath, and in the end, he pulled out his account card and left in a hurry as if fleeing.

The duel between Heavenly Swordsman and Tyranny did not last too long.

After the team competition ended and Tyranny took the lead and won by a big margin, Lou Guanning returned to the players' bench. Before he could sit down, Sun Zheping, who had been watching the battle after the group arena, walked towards him.

"I won't participate in the post-match handshake and interview later. Is it okay, Lao Lou?"

Although it was a question, this sentence fell into Lou Guanning's ears abruptly, but it didn't look like a question, he was just confused: "What do you mean?"

"It means I'm leaving early."

Sun Zheping's eyebrows were raised high, obviously full of refusal.But his eyes fell on the player passage not far away, perhaps because of the dim lights in the arena, there seemed to be a hint of flicker and hesitation in it.

Lou Guanning rolled his eyes, and his heart seemed to be bright, knowing that he had slipped his words just now, he just patted Sun Zheping on the shoulder, and said with a dry smile: "Would you like to make a call and ask my driver to take you back to the hotel?"

Sun Zheping shook his head, turned around and walked into the contestant passage as if fleeing.

The lights in the corridor are not so bright, so the moonlight falling into the corridor looks more and more charming.He looked out of the window, the sea horizon illuminated by the moonlight in the distance, and the flickering lights embedded on the coast like bead chains, his heart trembled so suddenly that it almost shattered into stardust in the sky.

He rubbed his chest and stepped forward, but as if he wanted to respond to the call of every cell in his body, a voice passed through the gentle waves and tied his steps in place——

"Sun Zheping!"

Like a spell, Sun Zheping found that his feet seemed to have a will of their own, and he could no longer take another step towards the path he came from. Instead, the endless desire to turn around was transmitted to his limbs. Baike.

He didn't look back, and didn't move, he just stood there quietly amidst the sound of the waves, letting the sea breeze passing through the gap in the window shake his clothes——

But he knew, he was trembling.

He was trembling violently, and he tried all the strength in his body, but he couldn't restrain his trembling that almost shook the moonlight off his shoulders.

He is not ready for a meaningless face that looks flawless enough to handle everything, and he is not ready for a strong heart that will no longer hurt.He didn't have a pair of armor or a mask that could hold up when facing that person. What was cut from his flesh and blood and exposed to the air was his helpless naked heart.

But listening to the panting sound of the person behind him combined with the sound of waves crashing on the shore, he finally stiffened his body and turned his head bit by bit——

There is a person standing at the end of the corridor just like that:

"You don't have anything else to say to me, do you?"

How can it be?

Sun Zheping wanted to deny it.He has so many things he wants to tell him.He wants to say that he seems to be thinner now than before, he wants to ask him how he is doing all these years, he wants to ask him about his life now, he wants to apologize to him, he wants to tell him about his return, and he wants to tell him that he has lived every day these years. A dream and memory about him, I want to tell him about my heart that has nowhere to rest these years...

But when he opened his mouth, those thousands of words were all blocked in his throat, so that he finally, with all his strength, could only utter one sentence hoarsely and in a low voice:

"You... have grown taller."

What greeted him was a heavy fist wrapped in the sound of wind.

The punch that Zhang Jiale swung with all his strength hit him directly in the lower abdomen.The severe pain oncoming made him instinctively want to curl up his body, but the next moment, another astonishing force lifted his collar and pressed him straight to the wall behind him.

There was a burning pain in his lower abdomen, and his back also hurt sharply from Zhang Jiale's full blow.But he gritted his teeth, tried his best to force himself into a not-so-ugly embarrassed smile, and wanted to take advantage of the moonlight to trace Zhang Jiale's face carefully.

But when he saw Zhang Jiale's eyes reflecting the waves and moon in the distance, the slightest line of defense he had managed to prop up collapsed in an instant.

The Zhang Jiale in front of him is thinner, but taller than before.The boy who was half a head shorter than him before was almost catching up with him now.

Sun Zheping looked at his trembling hand that was held up high and was about to punch him in the face, and for some reason, his heart softened completely.He closed his eyes, just waiting for Zhang Jiale to vent all the grievances of these years on himself——

But his collar was suddenly loosened.

Standing against the light, Zhang Jiale stood in front of him, as if he would melt into the misty moonlight in the next moment.

He put down his hands slumpedly, lowered his head, and let out a series of choked smiles: "Really, it's a waste of emotion to spend one more second on you." He sighed softly, but didn't speak anymore, turned around leave.Sun Zheping ignored the screaming pain in his lower abdomen, staggered forward, and grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute."

Zhang Jiale stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn his head back, he only twitched mockingly from the corners of his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"I have a lot to tell you."

Sun Zheping didn't dare to look him in the eyes, but lowered his head to look at the hands they were holding, and couldn't help but tighten their grip: "Can you give me more time?"

"But I have nothing to say to you." Zhang Jiale sneered, and wanted to pull his hand out of the confinement, but this small movement seemed to irritate Sun Zheping, making him almost drag Zhang Jiale towards the exit.

"Sun Zheping, you're crazy! Let me go!" Zhang Jiale lowered his voice and snarled at Sun Zheping in a low voice, but Sun Zheping smiled and winked at him: "I've always been a lunatic, you didn't realize it until today. "

Zhang Jiale still wanted to struggle, but when he lowered his head, he saw the half of Sun Zheping's sleeve protruding from Sun Zheping's sleeve tightly wrapped around the bandage on his left hand under the moonlight.In an instant, he stopped struggling as if he had been drained of strength, leaving only his trembling eyelashes like a butterfly avoiding the rain.

Sun Zheping took out his mobile phone and made a call to someone. When the two reached the main entrance of Tyranny Club, there was already a black Phaeton parked at the entrance.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, feeling the residual heat on his wrist, Zhang Jiale sneaked a glance at Sun Zheping beside him, not knowing what it felt like for a moment.

The driver drove steadily all the way, but Sun Zheping didn't speak.Some embarrassing silence flowed in the car like this, merged into the seemingly endless and fleeting memories of those five years, forcing Zhang Jiale's eyes to turn red.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, the night view of City Q outside the car window fell into his eyes through the blackout stickers, like a shimmering coastline.

Maybe after going around for so long, he finally couldn't beat this cunning person.