【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

·With BGM "MerryChristmasMr.Lawrence"

There is light in front of you.

It was dazzlingly white, like countless small suns, entering Zhang Jiale's pupils through a gap.

He rubbed his eyes, and in front of him was the door leading to the media reception hall in the SD gymnasium.

The door was ajar, leaving only a crack.Through the crack of the door, along the optical fiber, a young man wearing the first version of the Hundred Flowers team uniform that looked a bit rusty was walking down the podium, with some tiredness hiding between his brows.

Zhang Jiale's breathing became short of breath.In the aggressive light from all directions, the long-accumulated tiredness that the boy deliberately tried to hide seemed to be invisible.But he clearly saw that there was a light in that boy's eyes that could not be covered by fatigue, which hurt his eyes.

He lay on the crack of the door, watched from afar as he walked back to his seat, then watched the manager nod to him, suddenly realized something, and trembled uncontrollably.

He saw the golden card held in the manager's hand.

The throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and the heavy memory burst out of his mind like quicksilver, taking away all the temperature around him in just a moment.He thought that the memory that he had buried deep in his heart long ago, but at this moment, as if it happened in the last second, it unfolded again in front of his eyes dripping with blood.

He knew that he could not utter a complete sentence at this time, but he still covered his mouth.The floor under his feet suddenly collapsed, and could no longer support his trembling body.He forced himself not to forget to breathe, staggered two steps back, but bumped into a warm and solid chest.

Zhang Jiale was stunned.The tense body even stopped trembling for a moment.

He kept blinking, trying to dispel the steam that was lingering in his eye sockets.Afraid that one hand would not be able to stop the whimper that was about to come out of his throat as if he had his own consciousness, he added another hand, pinching half of his face with red marks tightly, but he dared not look back.

He knew it was a dream.

When I turned around, I woke up from the dream.

He could only cover his mouth tightly, letting his hands be drenched with tears.

So that day, did he also stand behind the door and look at himself like this?

The people behind him seemed unaware of his presence, just staring at the other side of the door in a daze.When the manager stood up, he sighed softly, then turned around and walked towards the bottomless darkness behind Zhang Jiale.

The heat seemed to be leaving his spine bit by bit.

"do not go!"

Finally, Zhang Jiale turned around abruptly, ignoring the red marks and tears all over his face, facing the man's back, recited the sentence he had silently recited in his heart for many years, and shouted out hoarsely——

The man seemed to have heard his cry.

He stopped.

Then, he turned around and twitched the corner of his mouth, it was Zhang Jiale's most familiar smile.

In an instant, the bottomless darkness behind him suddenly turned into thousands of golden rays of light, which made Zhang Jiale unable to open his eyes.But he squinted, tears kept flowing, and he could taste the salty taste on the tip of his tongue, but he still couldn't help laughing along with him.

Because he heard his response.

"Well, I'm not leaving."

He rushed towards where the light came from, embraced the warm body, and was immediately engulfed by the light together with him——

Then he woke up.

Without any warning, the blue sky and blue sea outside the window, together with the golden sunlight, entered his eyes from under the corner of the white curtain.

The sun was like frothy milk, flowing on his bare arms, bringing warmth.His eye sockets were swollen and painful, and the pillow was wet, but unlike any other time when he woke up from a dream, his body was obviously so warm.

There was the sound of breathing and the heat of his skin being ironed continuously from the back of his back. An arm was still lightly resting on his waist, interlocking his fingers, as if hoping to take his whole body into his arms It's like a normal person, imprisoning him, but making him feel extremely peaceful.

Zhang Jiale blinked.

It seemed that he brought back the tears from the dream, and his nose was a little sore at the moment.

He smiled.

Zhang Jiale, it's time to wake up from the dream.

He let go of the tightly held hand, and the blood suddenly rushed to his fingers, bringing a pinprick-like pain and numbness.He slowly stretched out his hand again, and gently grabbed Sun Zheping's hand on his waist.Within reach of the tentacles, there are circles and circles of bandages, making the temperature transmitted to his fingertips a little more ethereal.He breathed tremblingly, as if every movement involved his heart, finally closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, moved that hand off his body bit by bit, propped himself up, and sat up .

His body felt as if he had been run over by a car, with a sluggish, lazy pain.

Zhang Jiale rubbed his waist, lifted the quilt, and wanted to get out of bed.But just as he lifted a corner of the quilt, his wrist was caught by the person behind him who was supposed to be still asleep.

Sun Zheping opened his eyes, and the trace of sleepiness in his eyes gradually disappeared in the sunlight.He frowned, and his hands were gentle but firm: "Where are you going?"

"Back to Tyranny."

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

"Mr. Sun, please clarify." Zhang Jiale seemed to have heard a joke, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Last night, you said that you had a lot to say to me. But it seems that you said it in body language Is it over?"

These words fell into Sun Zheping's ears, causing his hands to tremble slightly.Seeing this, Zhang Jiale wanted to withdraw his hand, but Sun Zheping put in more effort, holding his wrist firmly and refusing to let go.

He looked like a child who was suffering from great grievances but holding back hard.

Zhang Jiale laughed helplessly, and sat quietly while Sun Zheping held his wrist, his eyes wandering to the sea outside the window.

After a long while, when Sun Zheping also cautiously withdrew his strength, Zhang Jiale sighed, looked at his toes, and said in a low voice, "Sun Zheping, let me go."

"Anyway..." He didn't dare to turn his head back, panting silently, as if this could give his almost overwhelmed heart some more space to calm down: "Five years ago, you owed me an explanation, and now you owe it to me." .Then we..." He closed his eyes, suppressing the pain in his chest that was about to burst: "We, let's settle the matter."

"What's 'Liangqing'?" Sun Zheping's breath became short of breath, and the hand holding Zhang Jiale's wrist trembled again: "What do you mean?"

"meaning is……"

The cool sea breeze sneaked into the room through the gap of the window, rubbing goosebumps on the naked skin of the two of them.

Zhang Jiale forced the corners of his mouth, turned around, and looked deeply into Sun Zheping's eyes:

"let's break up."

Seeing Sun Zheping's face suddenly changed, Zhang Jiale smiled awkwardly: "But yes, it's probably with you, maybe this sentence is a little late?"

"Zhang Jiale! What nonsense are you talking about!" Sun Zheping shook his head, Zhang Jiale couldn't help stretching out his hand to smooth out the deep Sichuan characters between his brows: "I know, you still like me."

"So what?" Zhang Jiale smiled miserably, "I like you, but I don't need you to give me money. I have been here for so many years, and I can live a good life in the future."

"But me too... when am I going to give you alms?" Sun Zheping was puzzled, and for a moment he just wanted to push Zhang Jiale into his arms and give him a good rub, then knocked open his skull to see what strange things were inside.

But in the end, facing the water in Zhang Jiale's eyes that was so thick that it was almost overflowing, he still took a deep breath, pulled his shoulders, and said patiently, word by word: "There seems to be a misunderstanding between us." few."

"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Jiale turned his eyes away, "I was the last one to know that you were leaving."

"It's not just you." Sun Zheping held his head and forced him to look at himself: "I didn't say anything to anyone except the manager for the team's performance and team members' morale."

Zhang Jiale quietly looked at Sun Zheping's serious face for a while.After experiencing a series of ups and downs, at this moment his heart was actually peaceful.

He tilted his head with a slight smile, his eyes seemed to have passed Sun Zheping, and he didn't know where to look.

"Sun Zheping, you shouldn't lie to me again." Against the light, the faint smile on his lips fell into Sun Zheping's eyes, but there was a piercing pain all the way: "Your eyes can't lie. On that day, before you leave, He never looked back at me in the end."

"Zhang Jiale, you..." Sun Zheping shook his head and smiled wryly, "If I look back at you one more time, will I still be able to leave?"

The mist that had been lingering in his eyes for a long time finally condensed into shape at this moment.As the body trembled, a few hot tears fell on the back of Zhang Jiale's hand.He lowered his head, wanting to expel the hindering and weak liquid from his body as soon as possible, but he didn't like it, those salty tears only flowed more and more, and the bed sheet in front of him fainted a light gray.

"so……"

Zhang Jiale suppressed the choked sobs in his throat, forcing himself to string those broken words into sentences, which flowed out intermittently with his breath:

"So you have to go?"

"So someone took a gun and forced you to leave?"

"So I just let you have no confidence?"

"So you don't want to, even if you play with me for one more season?"

"So..." He raised his head abruptly, ignoring the criss-crossing tears on his face, and almost growled and asked the person in front of him, "So answer me! Why! Why do you have to go! Isn't it just tenosynovitis? ? Can’t it be raised well? Can’t we still continue...we can continue to be together...Didn’t we agree..."

At the end, he was so choked up that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, he just grabbed Sun Zheping indiscriminately, leaving many scratches unwillingly on the side of his chest that had left many marks last night.

But the person in front of him trembled more violently than him.

After a lot of hoarseness, the fever in Zhang Jiale's mind has subsided completely.He was about to apologize to Sun Zheping for those hurtful words he blurted out without thinking, but when he looked up, he saw an expression on Sun Zheping's face that he had never seen before.

sad smile.

Sun Zheping looked at him deeply, no longer hiding the pain in his eyes.He raised his bandaged hand and waved it in front of Zhang Jiale.

"See clearly."

He stared at Zhang Jiale's face, his right hand roughly tore off the bandage that he had never untied in front of others.

"Why should I go?"

The bandages fell down on the bed in circles, and the clean and strong hand with clear bones was finally exposed to the sunlight again before Zhang Jiale's eyes.

Wheat-colored skin, smooth and powerful joints, and—

A horrifying and terrifying scar snaking around his wrist like a centipede.

"With a hand like mine, what else can I do if I don't walk away?"

Sun Zheping felt like he was fucking crazy.

He never thought of exposing this scar to anyone, and he even had the idea of ​​tattooing a pattern on this scar to cover it up slightly.

But he never thought that one day, he would actually use the most despicable trick he ever had.

The moment he stretched out his hand, he already had some regrets.But his heart was throbbing, and it seemed that the only way to express this pain was through words. His voice became louder and louder, making his ears buzz:

"Do you want me to be a substitute in the team? But at that time, I'm afraid I won't even be qualified to be a substitute. Or do you mean, you want me to be a training partner?"

"You want me to sit in the audience from the beginning to the end, watching how you charge forward on the field, and then turn around and tell myself that I am already a waste?"

"Or do you want me to continue to make up lies to lie to you and give you false hopes until you finally find out the truth and blame me, or blame yourself for being sad for me?"

Listening to his words, Zhang Jiale became quiet.Sun Zheping knew something was wrong, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhang Jiale had already firmly held his arm.

"what happened?"

Tears pattered down on his scar.Zhang Jiale stared at him with red eyes, not knowing whether it was anger or sadness.Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhang Jiale gritted his teeth and growled:

"I'm fucking asking you what's going on! Can tenosynovitis be so serious!"

Sun Zheping was silent for a long time, looked away, and said in a low voice, "I lied to you during the initial investigation. It's not tenosynovitis." He seemed to have made up his mind, and took a deep breath: "It's the necrosis of the lunate bone." .Phase III."

Zhang Jiale looked in disbelief, looked up at Sun Zheping's lowered eyebrows, then looked at the scar on the arm he was holding, which was smiling ferociously at him, and was silent for a long time before he recovered. With his own voice: "Why didn't you tell me in the first place."

Sun Zheping looked at him for a while, and then turned his eyes away under his direct gaze: "I'm afraid to see you sad."

"Don't you think I won't be sad if I'm like this now?" Zhang Jiale's voice trembled slightly.Before he could concoct more rebuttal words, the next moment, he was pulled back into a warm embrace by a force.

Sun Zheping buried his chin in the crescent of his neck, and the hand that rested on the top of his hair was trembling.

He wanted to say sorry.

But those three words lingered in his throat for a long time, and when he finally wanted to say it, for some reason, it turned into a sob.

He hastily swallowed the weak voice that he hadn't had time to blurt out yet, but Zhang Jiale had already listened to the beginning of that voice [-]% of the time.While he was still thinking about how to comfort the weak man in his arms who had spent his whole life, although the man's tears were still dripping on his bare back, the chest against him trembled.

"It's hard to wait for a fool like you to say something nice first."

Zhang Jiale lay in his arms, the words mixed with sobs and smiles gently brushed his ears:

"I'll give you another chance to start over, do you want it?"

Sun Zheping was stunned.

He wanted to turn around to see Zhang Jiale's expression at this time, but Zhang Jiale held the back of his head firmly, not letting him turn around: "Everyone is an adult, hurry up. Just tell me, whether you want it or not."

Sun Zheping shook his head.

Perhaps the sunlight outside the window was too dazzling, and something blurred his vision.

"We never finished, why start over."

Zhang Jiale let go of Sun Zheping's arm, broke free from his embrace, knelt on the bed, squinted his eyes and smiled at him.

"Pass."

Against the light, the golden sunlight cast a warm halo on Zhang Jiale's skin.

Sun Zheping also laughed along with him: "Thank you Brother Le for your kind hand."

"Poor!" Zhang Jiale's eyes were still swollen, but he smiled like the boy in the small building back then.He stretched out his hand and violently scratched Sun Zheping's nose, turned over and got out of bed: "I'm going to take a shower. As for you, you didn't know how to wash me after finishing work last night... Whoops!"

Looking at Zhang Jiale whose legs were limp and rolled into a ball on the ground, Sun Zheping helped him up, but the person who held his hand at night and said "don't go" appeared in his mind again.

There was a dull pain in his heart, but Sun Zheping returned the choked sobs in his throat back into his stomach, and patted Zhang Jiale's butt: "It's not because I'm afraid, I can't help but come again after I'm washing you."

"You're going to kill me!" Zhang Jiale turned around and glared at him, clutching his ass, limping into the bathroom, leaving Sun Zheping sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the pair of pants he threw off the bed yesterday.

Under the sun, a mobile phone that he threw out of his trousers pocket yesterday was reflecting light.

Sun Zheping leaned over to pick up the phone, and found that the phone was so old that all the paint had been rubbed off.

It was his birthday present to Zhang Jiale many years ago.

There seems to be something in the eye socket that can't stop the car.The phone rang at the right time, and the scene of flowers and blood on the screen lit up, piercing directly into Sun Zheping's eyes.He stared at the screen in a daze for a long time, until the not-so-short ringtone started to ring for the second time, then he put away his extra sadness and connected the phone: "Hello."

Lin Jingyan on the other end of the phone didn't seem surprised at all when he heard Sun Zheping's voice.

"Sun Zheping?"

"Ah."

"What about him?"

"Bath. What's the matter?"

"There will be a tactical summary meeting at [-]:[-] p.m., and you tell him to come back early. By the way, tell him that there is no need to worry about his absence last night and this morning. I have already asked him to leave."

"Okay, thank you."

Lin Jingyan paused, and seemed to sigh: "You...he these years, it's not easy."

Sun Zheping laughed softly: "Not in the future."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Zheping stood up and opened the curtains.

On the sea in the distance, there are sunlight jumping.

The mobile phone in his hand was indeed outdated, and after just answering a call, it started to feel a little hot.

Zhang Jiale, you idiot.

But from now on, I won't leave you alone.

Facing the dots of white sails on the blue sea, Sun Zheping sighed softly, turned on the phone screen again, and looked down.