【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

A yellow rubber duck floated on the water, with its neck stuck up and its round black eyes staring, it slowly floated in front of Zhang Jiale.

Zhang Jiale buried half of his face in the water, and Gududu spit out a stream of air bubbles to push the duck away.While having a great time, the white water-proof curtain in front of the bathtub was pulled open with a "swish".

Before he raised his head, he only took a sideways glance and saw Sun Zheping's naked body.Zhang Jiale got out of the water, just caught a glimpse of the heavy mass quietly dormant between his crotch, and couldn't help but feel a little flushed for a moment.As if to cover up his momentary embarrassment, he reached out and caught the plastic duck floating not far away, and threw it at Sun Zheping: "What are you doing? Walking the bird?"

"Seeing that you haven't recovered after coming in for so long, I'm afraid you'll be melted after taking a bath." Sun Zheping caught the duck flying upright in his face, squeezed it lightly, and the duck let out a strange cry.He couldn't help but burst into a "poof" laugh, and threw the duck back into the bathtub: "I can't see that you are quite childlike."

Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes: "I found this thing in your sink."

Sun Zheping was noncommittal, he only supported the edge of the bathtub, and raised one leg: "Come on, make room."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jiale pushed Sun Zheping's calf out with both hands, looked up at Sun Zheping, and the man had a serious face: "Take a bath."

"Can't you wait for me to finish washing first?"

"I've been waiting for you for half an hour."

Before he finished speaking, a scorching temperature came from behind Zhang Jiale's body soaked in half-cold water.

Zhang Jiale got angry for a while, and wanted to elbow behind him with his backhand.Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his arm, he barely touched the upper abdomen of the person behind him, and before he could exert any force, he heard a muffled groan.

This sound seemed to return to him with the punch he swung last night.

"You..." He glanced back at Sun Zheping, but as if he was carrying something and refused to bow his head, he turned his face to the other side: "Did that punch yesterday hurt?"

The person behind let out a muffled laugh, and immediately wrapped Zhang Jiale tightly with a pair of arms from behind.Sun Zheping rested his chin on Zhang Jiale's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and blew maliciously: "Did you feel bad? Regret it?"

"Fart!" Zhang Jiale turned his head angrily, "I'm asking if you know if the pain has taught you a lesson. If it doesn't hurt, I'll make it up for you now."

Sun Zheping laughed, and simply opened his arms, with a calm and righteous look: "Then it won't hurt, come on!"

"Get out!" Zhang Jiale scooped up a handful of water and splashed it behind his back, only to have his head wet instead.He lowered his head, and the water dripped down his cheeks all the way back to the bathtub, wondering if there was something else mixed in it: "It should hurt you to death. If you say go, go for five years, it's like evaporating from the world. Don't even call me..."

The water in the bathtub seemed to be still hot, and the steam floated into his eyes, making his eye sockets red.All the grievances he had suffered in the past few years, which had been frozen in the deepest part of his heart, finally melted away in a reassuring temperature and poured out from his eyes.He turned around, pinched Sun Zheping's chin, and forced him to look up into his own eyes: "How dare you come back! Why did you come back! Five years! Sun Zheping! I have been waiting for you for five years! You think I am what!"

Listening to Zhang Jiale's incoherent words, Sun Zheping wanted to make fun of him, but when he looked into his eyes, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

He wanted to reach out his hand to wipe off the beads of water on his face, but Zhang Jiale grabbed his hand halfway, as if he was afraid of hurting him, he gently touched the scar on his wrist: "It's good here." Are you going to come back? You won’t relapse again, will you?”

Sun Zheping leaned over and lightly pecked his wet face: "I've been fine for a long time."

Zhang Jiale glared at him viciously: "Why didn't you contact me when you were fine? I fucking thought you were captured by aliens for experiments!"

Sun Zheping laughed, and rubbed Zhang Jiale's head: "Well, to tell you the truth, I actually went to Nebula M78 to find Ultraman for my surgery."

Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, his wet hair rubbed water beads on Sun Zheping's face, but he was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice, "You won't leave again."

"I want to walk with you." Sun Zheping squeezed his butt, deliberately changed the topic: "But now you have walked farther than me. I didn't even touch you yesterday. You have made a lot of progress over the years. .”

"That's necessary, and I don't even look at who I am..." Zhang Jiale's cheeks were slightly flushed with wolf claws under him, and he didn't bother to hide anything. He squinted his eyes and leaned on Sun Zheping. One thigh opened a little: "It's all cleaned up, are you still coming?"

"What are you here for?" Sun Zheping laughed, and lightly tapped Zhang Jiale's little brother's still-raised head: "Just now Lin Jingyan called and said that you will be resuming the session at three in the afternoon, and told you to go back then."

Angry and angry, Zhang Jiale picked up a handful of water and poured it on Sun Zheping angrily, but he grabbed his hand and shook a few wrinkled fingers in front of his eyes: "I've already eaten you through It's clear, next week at our home court, you can just wait to be blown away by me."

"Hehe! The kid is very crazy!" Zhang Jiale yelled loudly, halfway through the yelling, suddenly realized something, gave Sun Zheping a vicious look, turned around and climbed out of the bathtub.

Hearing Sun Zheping's laughter behind him, Zhang Jiale covered his ears, and ran out of the bathroom yelling:

"Sun Zheping, just wait for me! I won't be Zhang Jiale if I don't beat you until your father can't recognize you in the next match!"

Sun Zheping's laugh stopped at the sound of the door closing.

He stood up slowly, pulled out the plug from the bottom of the bathtub, watched a tub of almost completely cold water swirling into a whirlpool, and turned on the shower switch.

Hot water poured from the overhead shower and flowed into his eyes, astringent and painful.

At the beginning, he walked quietly and disappeared for many years, and now he is making a comeback. Everything seems to be just for the three words "I am willing".

But how dare he tell Zhang Jiale the real reason.

Sun Zheping looked at the yellow duck lying on the bottom of the bathtub with a miserable look, smiled lowly, and sighed.

Perhaps it is better for the humble, cowardly and unbearable self to be locked in a corner that only he knows.

After a cursory rinse, when Sun Zheping wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom, Zhang Jiale was lying on the bed and fiddling with his phone.

The sun shines on his bare back through the white gauze curtain, like a flame dancing with bare feet.

Sun Zheping leaned over, pressed the edge of the bed but still couldn't see anything, so he simply lay on Zhang Jiale's back: "What are you looking at?"

"Yesterday's match." Zhang Jiale didn't even look up, "I said I'm going to beat you until my father doesn't even recognize me, so I'm going to beat you until my father doesn't even recognize me."

Sun Zheping yawned, rolled over to the side, rested his hands on his pillow, and listened to the series of explosion sound effects coming from the phone: "Then you were a little more casual in your Luanlei handout yesterday. Watch out for the timing when I hand in the berserk, before I turn back It would be more appropriate to cast the body in the middle of the body. I didn’t react the first time I hit it yesterday and took a full set of damage, but if you continue to fight like this next time, I won’t be able to be suppressed by you like this one.”

Zhang Jiale laughed: "I didn't expect Comrade Sun Zheping that your operational awareness didn't drop much, and you figured it out in one game?"

"After all, I'm still a professional now." Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly: "This time I'm going to compete with you for the championship, aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Jiale didn't answer, but took Sun Zheping's hand and gently touched the scar on his wrist: "I'm still not worried about your hand." He paused: "Are you all right? I can't compete Is it going to be a problem again? Don’t be perfunctory to me.”

"No way." Sun Zheping yelled, "After I retired that year, I underwent artificial lunate bone replacement surgery. Now the bone inside is a high-tech material, and I can become a Wolverine after two years of development. No, I have only dared to come back after rehabilitating these years, otherwise I would not be qualified for this hero status." Half-jokingly intending to change the topic, but seeing Zhang Jiale's eyes narrowing bit by bit, he finally rubbed the back of his head, He said with a dry smile, "I can't handle the high-intensity games in the past, but now... an occasional game is more than enough."

"Let me just trust you once..." As the competition drew to a close, the golden word "Glory" lit up on the screen of the phone.Zhang Jiale stretched long, and picked up the crumpled team uniform from the ground: "It's so wrinkled, what should I say when I go back?"

"Let's tell the truth." Sun Zheping grinned and rushed over, grabbed the skin on the side of Zhang Jiale's neck, and said vaguely, "Should I give you some more convincing evidence?"

Zhang Jiale pushed away the fluffy head that was rubbing against his neck with his backhand, put on his pants again, turned around and wandered on the bed for a while: "Don't make trouble. Where's my phone?"

Sun Zheping found the mobile phone from under the quilt, but the moment he touched the screen of the mobile phone, his fingertips felt a scorching tingling like a bug sting—just watched a video, the mobile phone It was already so hot that it looked like it was about to explode in the next second.

He handed the phone to Zhang Jiale: "Why don't you change it?"

"I'm not used to it when I change it to something else." Seemingly accustomed to it, Zhang Jiale took the phone and didn't put it back in his pocket. Instead, he turned on the screen, which lit up in front of Sun Zheping like a show: "Besides, isn't it still usable? .”

After his eyes came into contact with the wallpaper that lit up on the screen and printed the unrestrained wild swordsman and ammunition expert, he couldn't help softening again.Sun Zheping gave a low laugh, but he didn't know whether it was melancholy or more emotional: "It feels like... this seems to have happened in the last life."

As if realizing something, Sun Zheping immediately turned over and got out of bed, and put on his clothes neatly: "Going back? I'll see you off."

Although the topic turned a little bluntly, Zhang Jiale didn't expose him. He just put his phone back in his pocket, leaned against the wall of the entrance, and looked at him with a half-smile: "I'm in a hurry, and I'll give you a time limit of ten seconds." , ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two point five, two point four nine..."

Seeing Sun Zheping running towards him with bandages in a hurry, Zhang Jiale suddenly felt sad.

"Sun Zheping."

When Sun Zheping was fully dressed, struggling with bandages and standing in front of him, Zhang Jiale suddenly stopped counting.

"What kind of person you are, I know best."

He took Sun Zheping's left hand, untied his hastily wrapped bandage round by round, and carefully re-wrapped him round by round, and looked up at him, calm.

"So, don't hide everything by yourself. Whether it's you or me, trust each other more, rely on each other more, and give us a chance to share something for each other?"

Sun Zheping was stunned.

From the forearm to the fingertips of the left hand, the temperature brought by Zhang Jiale's touch seemed to be stagnant and refused to dissipate.

Conducted to the heart, it was a throbbing tingling.

He nodded, Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes with a smile, and stretched out his tightly clenched fists as he did in the sunshine of the small building: "Are you ready?"

Sun Zheping smiled.

The sunshine from the sea was so nice, falling into the room from the window, warming his back.

It seems that from south to north, from childhood to the present, even though the white clouds and gray dogs seem to have passed away, there is still something, and it is still the brightest and gentlest color in his deepest memory.

So, like the boy in his memory, he stretched out his fist and lightly touched Zhang Jiale.

"it is good."

"Don't send it away, it's only a few steps away, you have to register if you want to go in."

Standing at the gate of the Tyranny Club, Zhang Jiale waved to Sun Zheping, with an airy look like a boy chasing a group of ducks.The rubber band used to tie his hair could not be found in the hotel, so he had to loosen his half-dry hair at this time, brushing the ends of his hair with one hand, and greeted the security guards in the reception room.

The outline of the person in front of him still looks like the boy in his memory. After a long absence, the dusty memory came into contact with the vivid picture in front of him, and the large gaps during the period seemed to not exist.Those edges and corners that were like a blunt saw turned into fluffy bristles all at once, and his itching was unbearable wherever he passed.

My heart felt hot.

There were three words that he had never said to him, and they rushed to his throat in an instant, eager to announce them to the world.

"Zhang Jiale!"

Sun Zheping shouted.

"Ok?"

Zhang Jiale, who was chatting with the security guards, turned around when he heard the sound, only to see Sun Zheping panting heavily, and his breathing stopped for a moment after seeing him turn his head.

He laughed for a while: "Not going back yet? What's the matter?"

Sun Zheping seemed to be hesitating for something, his eyes were locked on Zhang Jiale, staring at him until he felt a little uncomfortable, he just made some big decision, he didn't know whether he was helpless or relieved, smiled, and pointed at him neck:

"The collar is not turned over."

Zhang Jiale was speechless, before he could stretch out his hand to turn the neckline neatly, the scene in front of him was suddenly in a daze.

A pair of warm hands wrapped around his neck, his fingers tugged at the clothes, causing a slight coolness, wrapped in a nostalgic tenderness that permeated every corner of his body from the open pores all over his body.

Sun Zheping tugged at his collar again: "I'm leaving, take good care of yourself."

Zhang Jiale stared blankly at his face, not sure if he heard Sun Zheping's words, but kept nodding his head, which made Sun Zheping chuckle, "Close your eyes."

His eyelids closed tremblingly, even though he knew what would happen next, he still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

A warm kiss arrived as promised, flicking on his cheek like a feather.

But before he could fully experience this kiss——

There was a sudden coolness between the thighs.

"Damn it! Your uncle, Sun Zheping!"

This time, Zhang Jiale, who was finally unable to pull on his waistband in time, raised the team uniform trousers that Sun Zheping had pulled to his knees in panic. Under the astonishment of the security guards' gazes, he looked at Sun Zheping, who was full of pride and hopelessness. With his back in the dust, he couldn't help but greeted his ancestors cordially and friendlyly again.

Although he couldn't forget to add a sentence in the end:

"be careful on the road!"