【Double Flower】Honeysuckle
Chapter 81
Zhang Jiale stood in the middle of the arena.
It was not long before the summer, and the climax was blown away by the sea breeze, mixed with the color of the blue sea water, and melted into the air-conditioning of the venue.
But the light came down from the top of his head, still making him slightly dizzy.
The red and white team uniforms of the Xingxin players on the opposite side were all blurred together, and the congratulatory VCR routinely displayed on the huge projection screen behind them was dyed with an unreal color.
But for some reason, in a trance, the picture on the screen fell into Zhang Jiale's eyes, but it became what he saw when he sneaked into the propaganda office with a few Tyranny trainees a few days ago, and the club broke into it specially for them. The congratulatory CG produced by the finals.
The sparse applause from the home stands was buzzing in the ears, and the fingertips seemed to still have the touch of the keyboard cap.
But the game is over.
He lost again.
How time flies.
The person he had rejected two years ago, who looked as if his wings had been chopped off and could no longer spread his wings, has grown a pair of brand new wings, and with the light that belongs to the winner, he stands on the ground again. before his eyes.
Zhang Jiale looked up at him.
Unusual, Ye Xiu's eyes couldn't see any trace of irony, and naturally there was no trace of sympathy or regret.With only a slight smile, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Jiale.
Zhang Jiale was a little surprised.He thought Ye Xiu would ask himself if he regretted it.
Now that Ye Xiu swallowed his refusal thoughtfully, he still couldn't help asking himself, do you regret it?
Even though he was full of unwillingness, he unexpectedly found that at this moment, his heart was calm.
The self who once trapped himself in the guilt and regret of infinite reincarnation, in the final analysis, is just a coward lying in the past and unwilling to face the future.
In this way, the failure can be attributed to "fate", and he can continue to indulge in the old dream without waking up with peace of mind.
But on the way, every decision before the fork in the road was made by himself, and every footprint on the road was also printed step by step by himself.If he had made a different choice and walked a different path than he is now, would things have developed as he wished?What's more, those little things, no matter whether you take a long way or take a shortcut, every penny is an indispensable part of his life, so what qualifications does he have to deny the person who has made him who he is now? decisions made.
So, why does he still stare back at his past self and entangle the correctness of those choices that have become "once"?
He has no regrets and never will again.
Zhang Jiale stretched out his hand and gently shook Ye Xiu's fingertips.
The road to the championship is not so easy.
He knew that he couldn't relax just yet, and he still had to continue to fight hard, breaking down all the obstacles in front of him in an open and honest manner.He wants to prove that the path he has chosen will one day reach the summit of light and glory.
"Come on." He raised his eyebrows, and the overhead light fell on his eyes, dazzlingly bright.
His road is still very long.
However, someone's road has come to an end.
The handshake between the two players did not know when it ended, and the contact between the palms was barely close. After the blink of an eye, the people in front of them had already changed rounds.
He sat at the end of a long table, with the camera lens shining like a sea of stars in front of him.
Han Wenqing commented on the team's performance, and then Zhang Xinjie analyzed the battle situation.It was the same as the routine process in the past, but the reporter seemed to be able to smell something, and guessed their mood by insinuating.
After Zhang Xinjie's impeccable answers, an old reporter finally couldn't hold back anymore and cut to the chase: "What plans do you guys have for the future?"
The question fell into his ears, making Zhang Jiale's heart stop for a moment.
He could feel the breath of the person sitting next to him suddenly becoming heavy and stagnant.
Han Wenqing said that he would continue to fight, and Zhang Xinjie echoed Han Wenqing's speech, so the conversation shifted to his direction in an instant.
This scene seems familiar.
Another person will leave here.
After a brief silence, Zhang Jiale clenched his fists, and without waiting for the people beside him to speak, he went straight into the microphone and said to the reporter who was looking at the stage with an inquiring look, "I won't give up either."
He didn't dare to look at Lin Jingyan, even though he already knew that he would choose to retire after the end of this season's schedule, but he still didn't want to be forced to face another traveling companion and bid him farewell.
He and Lin Jingyan were both players who made their debut in the second season. Now that Lin Jingyan is retiring, the group of people who first entered this world, looking around, is also getting less and less.
Without waiting for him to draw the reporters' attention, Lin Jingyan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke to everyone's surprised but expected eyes, and said what he should say when he retires.Zhang Jiale had heard similar words from many players, and even said similar words himself when the eighth season was about to start.
But those words were still like thorns, piercing into his heart one by one.
Zhang Jiale looked at Lin Jingyan beside him.
Lin Jingyan was very calm, with a gentle smile on his face.
For some reason, at this moment Zhang Jiale suddenly wanted to give him a hug.
Lin Jingyan said a lot of words, tilted his head and thought for a while as if he didn't miss anything, then stood up, bowed to the audience, and prepared to leave.As if sensing Zhang Jiale's gaze, he turned his head slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth to comfort him.
"Goodbye." Like the farewell he used to say when returning home to rest after training, he patted Zhang Jiale's shoulder lightly, turned and left the media reception hall.
The seat next to him was empty.
It seemed that the air-conditioning in the hall was turned on too much, blowing from all directions, losing the cover of his body, arousing a bunch of goosebumps on his arms.
A few bits and pieces of follow-ups didn't catch his ears. His tenth season, Lin Jingyan's career, ended together with Tyranny's post-match press conference.All the reporters did not leave the room, they were looking forward to the meeting with the winner.
Zhang Jiale lowered his head and walked towards the player passage.Even though he couldn't say what he was feeling at the moment, but he knew that he couldn't stop.Even if there is no one around and he is the only one left, he will still carry everything in the past, carry the expectations of all the people he meets along the way, and walk firmly.
"Hey."
There was someone blocking his way.
When he looked up, Sun Zheping was leaning against the wall at the exit, and waved to him.
In the corridor, the lights were turned off, and the moonlight falling into the corridor was a soft and ambiguous color, and when it fell on the bandage outside his left hand, it was no longer glaring white.
The moment he saw this person in front of him, for some reason, the sadness accumulated in his heart seemed to find an outlet, and it rushed out from Zhang Jiale's chest.He didn't speak, but quietly walked in front of Sun Zheping, and put his arms around him.
Burying his face on Sun Zheping's shoulder, he thought, if Sun Zheping was by his side that year and made the decision to retire, how would he feel?
For such a stubborn and competitive person to have no choice but to announce in front of everyone that his career was forced to terminate; for this person who never bowed his head to anyone to admit that he succumbed to fate, does it seem a bit too cruel?
He said softly, "Dasun, I'm a little sad."
Sun Zheping didn't answer him, but gently placed his warm palm on the back of his head.
He was a little sad, but there was nothing he could do.Some people come happily, and naturally some people leave sadly.He understood this truth very well, but when things really happened, he still couldn't help feeling melancholy.
However, at this moment he was no longer alone.
"Why are you here?" He let go of his arms, looked at his face by the moonlight, and couldn't help holding his hand, clasping his five fingers tightly with him one by one.
Sun Zheping let him play around, and smiled for a while: "In order to support Team Tyranny, I will always appreciate Dazzling Hundred Blossoms' heroic appearance."
Zhang Jiale laughed for a while: "You traitor to Heavenly Sword."
"It's not just me, other people in the club are here too." Sun Zheping shrugged, "So next, can we watch the game together?"
"It's hard to say..." Zhang Jiale sighed, "I don't know what the team will do next... What are you doing?"
Sun Zheping pulled Zhang Jiale to the exit without looking back: "Where is your dormitory? It's no problem to lend me a stay for a while, right?"
"What? Stay overnight? For a while?" Zhang Jiale was startled, "No, no, that's our team's dormitory. Outsiders are strictly forbidden to enter..."
"Not even family members?"
"Family...Sun Zheping, can you say it again?"
"Then it's okay to be Zhang Jiale's full-time sparring partner?"
"Accompaniment?!"
"You Tyranny think..." Sun Zheping suddenly stopped in his tracks, and turned around with a smile Zhang Jiale was most familiar with, which obviously looked serious but made people feel somewhat ominous for no reason: "I At this level, you don't even have the qualifications to be your training partner?"
"Yo, the single room is in good condition."
Throwing the luggage bag to the corner, Sun Zheping sat on an armchair, stretched his arms and legs, and looked at Zhang Jiale with a smirk: "How do you sleep at night?"
"I've seen it before during the video chat. What are you pretending to be?" Zhang Jiale muttered softly, digging out the luggage bag from the dust in the corner, carried it out of the window, patted it carefully, and hung it on the hanger: " It's just a single bed, I don't have any extra quilts, you can figure it out yourself."
"It's not like I haven't squeezed on a single bed before." While talking, Sun Zheping suddenly remembered something, jumped up from the chair, hugged Zhang Jiale by the waist, and they both fell on the bed.
Zhang Jiale yelled, and was about to struggle, but was immediately blushed by the face that was approaching rapidly, and finally only pushed him lightly: "It hit my hair."
Sun Zheping grinned: "Are you familiar?"
"what?"
"The Spring Festival of that year in the third season." Sun Zheping's eyes were still bright with the light behind him: "I went to your house, you originally planned to sleep on the floor, but in the end you slept with me on a single bed. "
Zhang Jiale laughed: "You still remember."
"How could I forget. I was almost strangled to death by you on the bed that night." Sun Zheping lightly bit the tip of Zhang Jiale's nose, "Fortunately, auntie came later..."
The word "auntie" came out, but the two fell silent at the same time.
They all still remember that night in the fourth season, when their relationship was exposed in front of Zhang Jiale's mother, the strange despair and anger that flickered in a mother's eyes.
After a long time, Sun Zheping laughed dryly: "How has Auntie been all these years? Between you..."
"She's fine." Zhang Jiale said calmly, "Do you still remember, before the finals of the fifth season, I said I would give you a surprise." He raised his head, looked at Sun Zheping for a long time, Fang hesitated, and slowly She said, "Actually, that day, she called me and told me to take you to my house after the competition."
Sun Zheping was stunned.
He opened his mouth, but the voice he made was so dry and stagnant that he didn't dare to recognize it: "I...did I miss a lot back then."
"Sun Zheping..." Zhang Jiale burst out laughing suddenly, looking at Sun Zheping with mixed feelings in his eyes: "To be honest, in the year you just left, when you walked on the main road, Everyone looks like you to me."
He sighed, as if he was remembering something, but also seemed to be mocking something: "At first, I guessed that you might just hide yourself because you were afraid of being seen by others, thinking that if you could come back, I won't be angry anymore. But that night..." Sun Zheping felt his hand being held tighter by him, as if he was afraid that he would run away.Zhang Jiale lowered his eyes and smiled wryly: "I know you won't come back."
Looking at Sun Zheping again, his eyes were full of intertwining, only a helpless smile: "If you want to say hate, you really hate it. In fact, since that day, no one in the team even knows your name." Dare to mention it, I will turn my face if I mention it. It's just that in the end..."
He closed his eyes and said with a resigned smile: "I just want to know about you. Knowing that you are still living well, even if you are in a place where I can't see, living a life that has nothing to do with me..." It seems that he wants to do his best It seemed as if he was suppressing something, even his breathing couldn't help trembling at this moment.He bit his lower lip and buried his face into Sun Zheping's chest. After a long while, he said in a low voice: "As long as you live well, I will be... satisfied."
He closed his eyes, the dim light fell on his face, casting two slightly trembling black shadows on the corners of his eyes.Looking at him like this, Sun Zheping's heart felt soft, mixed with slight pain.
"At that time, I couldn't catch up with you." He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak in the calmest tone: "But if you are told to stop and wait for me..."
"Needless to say, I understand."
Zhang Jiale didn't let him finish his sentence.
Towards the source of the warmth and pulsation, he couldn't help but move closer.The steady heartbeat flowed from the ears to the atrium, thumping, and connected with his own.
No matter what happened in the past, he has finally walked in front of him again, and they can walk together towards the infinite long-term future.
"It's all over." With a relieved smile, he got up from the bed, sat on his side, and pinched the tip of Sun Zheping's nose: "So, after watching the game, are you interested..."
"Go to my house and eat the meal that I owe you?"
It was not long before the summer, and the climax was blown away by the sea breeze, mixed with the color of the blue sea water, and melted into the air-conditioning of the venue.
But the light came down from the top of his head, still making him slightly dizzy.
The red and white team uniforms of the Xingxin players on the opposite side were all blurred together, and the congratulatory VCR routinely displayed on the huge projection screen behind them was dyed with an unreal color.
But for some reason, in a trance, the picture on the screen fell into Zhang Jiale's eyes, but it became what he saw when he sneaked into the propaganda office with a few Tyranny trainees a few days ago, and the club broke into it specially for them. The congratulatory CG produced by the finals.
The sparse applause from the home stands was buzzing in the ears, and the fingertips seemed to still have the touch of the keyboard cap.
But the game is over.
He lost again.
How time flies.
The person he had rejected two years ago, who looked as if his wings had been chopped off and could no longer spread his wings, has grown a pair of brand new wings, and with the light that belongs to the winner, he stands on the ground again. before his eyes.
Zhang Jiale looked up at him.
Unusual, Ye Xiu's eyes couldn't see any trace of irony, and naturally there was no trace of sympathy or regret.With only a slight smile, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Jiale.
Zhang Jiale was a little surprised.He thought Ye Xiu would ask himself if he regretted it.
Now that Ye Xiu swallowed his refusal thoughtfully, he still couldn't help asking himself, do you regret it?
Even though he was full of unwillingness, he unexpectedly found that at this moment, his heart was calm.
The self who once trapped himself in the guilt and regret of infinite reincarnation, in the final analysis, is just a coward lying in the past and unwilling to face the future.
In this way, the failure can be attributed to "fate", and he can continue to indulge in the old dream without waking up with peace of mind.
But on the way, every decision before the fork in the road was made by himself, and every footprint on the road was also printed step by step by himself.If he had made a different choice and walked a different path than he is now, would things have developed as he wished?What's more, those little things, no matter whether you take a long way or take a shortcut, every penny is an indispensable part of his life, so what qualifications does he have to deny the person who has made him who he is now? decisions made.
So, why does he still stare back at his past self and entangle the correctness of those choices that have become "once"?
He has no regrets and never will again.
Zhang Jiale stretched out his hand and gently shook Ye Xiu's fingertips.
The road to the championship is not so easy.
He knew that he couldn't relax just yet, and he still had to continue to fight hard, breaking down all the obstacles in front of him in an open and honest manner.He wants to prove that the path he has chosen will one day reach the summit of light and glory.
"Come on." He raised his eyebrows, and the overhead light fell on his eyes, dazzlingly bright.
His road is still very long.
However, someone's road has come to an end.
The handshake between the two players did not know when it ended, and the contact between the palms was barely close. After the blink of an eye, the people in front of them had already changed rounds.
He sat at the end of a long table, with the camera lens shining like a sea of stars in front of him.
Han Wenqing commented on the team's performance, and then Zhang Xinjie analyzed the battle situation.It was the same as the routine process in the past, but the reporter seemed to be able to smell something, and guessed their mood by insinuating.
After Zhang Xinjie's impeccable answers, an old reporter finally couldn't hold back anymore and cut to the chase: "What plans do you guys have for the future?"
The question fell into his ears, making Zhang Jiale's heart stop for a moment.
He could feel the breath of the person sitting next to him suddenly becoming heavy and stagnant.
Han Wenqing said that he would continue to fight, and Zhang Xinjie echoed Han Wenqing's speech, so the conversation shifted to his direction in an instant.
This scene seems familiar.
Another person will leave here.
After a brief silence, Zhang Jiale clenched his fists, and without waiting for the people beside him to speak, he went straight into the microphone and said to the reporter who was looking at the stage with an inquiring look, "I won't give up either."
He didn't dare to look at Lin Jingyan, even though he already knew that he would choose to retire after the end of this season's schedule, but he still didn't want to be forced to face another traveling companion and bid him farewell.
He and Lin Jingyan were both players who made their debut in the second season. Now that Lin Jingyan is retiring, the group of people who first entered this world, looking around, is also getting less and less.
Without waiting for him to draw the reporters' attention, Lin Jingyan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke to everyone's surprised but expected eyes, and said what he should say when he retires.Zhang Jiale had heard similar words from many players, and even said similar words himself when the eighth season was about to start.
But those words were still like thorns, piercing into his heart one by one.
Zhang Jiale looked at Lin Jingyan beside him.
Lin Jingyan was very calm, with a gentle smile on his face.
For some reason, at this moment Zhang Jiale suddenly wanted to give him a hug.
Lin Jingyan said a lot of words, tilted his head and thought for a while as if he didn't miss anything, then stood up, bowed to the audience, and prepared to leave.As if sensing Zhang Jiale's gaze, he turned his head slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth to comfort him.
"Goodbye." Like the farewell he used to say when returning home to rest after training, he patted Zhang Jiale's shoulder lightly, turned and left the media reception hall.
The seat next to him was empty.
It seemed that the air-conditioning in the hall was turned on too much, blowing from all directions, losing the cover of his body, arousing a bunch of goosebumps on his arms.
A few bits and pieces of follow-ups didn't catch his ears. His tenth season, Lin Jingyan's career, ended together with Tyranny's post-match press conference.All the reporters did not leave the room, they were looking forward to the meeting with the winner.
Zhang Jiale lowered his head and walked towards the player passage.Even though he couldn't say what he was feeling at the moment, but he knew that he couldn't stop.Even if there is no one around and he is the only one left, he will still carry everything in the past, carry the expectations of all the people he meets along the way, and walk firmly.
"Hey."
There was someone blocking his way.
When he looked up, Sun Zheping was leaning against the wall at the exit, and waved to him.
In the corridor, the lights were turned off, and the moonlight falling into the corridor was a soft and ambiguous color, and when it fell on the bandage outside his left hand, it was no longer glaring white.
The moment he saw this person in front of him, for some reason, the sadness accumulated in his heart seemed to find an outlet, and it rushed out from Zhang Jiale's chest.He didn't speak, but quietly walked in front of Sun Zheping, and put his arms around him.
Burying his face on Sun Zheping's shoulder, he thought, if Sun Zheping was by his side that year and made the decision to retire, how would he feel?
For such a stubborn and competitive person to have no choice but to announce in front of everyone that his career was forced to terminate; for this person who never bowed his head to anyone to admit that he succumbed to fate, does it seem a bit too cruel?
He said softly, "Dasun, I'm a little sad."
Sun Zheping didn't answer him, but gently placed his warm palm on the back of his head.
He was a little sad, but there was nothing he could do.Some people come happily, and naturally some people leave sadly.He understood this truth very well, but when things really happened, he still couldn't help feeling melancholy.
However, at this moment he was no longer alone.
"Why are you here?" He let go of his arms, looked at his face by the moonlight, and couldn't help holding his hand, clasping his five fingers tightly with him one by one.
Sun Zheping let him play around, and smiled for a while: "In order to support Team Tyranny, I will always appreciate Dazzling Hundred Blossoms' heroic appearance."
Zhang Jiale laughed for a while: "You traitor to Heavenly Sword."
"It's not just me, other people in the club are here too." Sun Zheping shrugged, "So next, can we watch the game together?"
"It's hard to say..." Zhang Jiale sighed, "I don't know what the team will do next... What are you doing?"
Sun Zheping pulled Zhang Jiale to the exit without looking back: "Where is your dormitory? It's no problem to lend me a stay for a while, right?"
"What? Stay overnight? For a while?" Zhang Jiale was startled, "No, no, that's our team's dormitory. Outsiders are strictly forbidden to enter..."
"Not even family members?"
"Family...Sun Zheping, can you say it again?"
"Then it's okay to be Zhang Jiale's full-time sparring partner?"
"Accompaniment?!"
"You Tyranny think..." Sun Zheping suddenly stopped in his tracks, and turned around with a smile Zhang Jiale was most familiar with, which obviously looked serious but made people feel somewhat ominous for no reason: "I At this level, you don't even have the qualifications to be your training partner?"
"Yo, the single room is in good condition."
Throwing the luggage bag to the corner, Sun Zheping sat on an armchair, stretched his arms and legs, and looked at Zhang Jiale with a smirk: "How do you sleep at night?"
"I've seen it before during the video chat. What are you pretending to be?" Zhang Jiale muttered softly, digging out the luggage bag from the dust in the corner, carried it out of the window, patted it carefully, and hung it on the hanger: " It's just a single bed, I don't have any extra quilts, you can figure it out yourself."
"It's not like I haven't squeezed on a single bed before." While talking, Sun Zheping suddenly remembered something, jumped up from the chair, hugged Zhang Jiale by the waist, and they both fell on the bed.
Zhang Jiale yelled, and was about to struggle, but was immediately blushed by the face that was approaching rapidly, and finally only pushed him lightly: "It hit my hair."
Sun Zheping grinned: "Are you familiar?"
"what?"
"The Spring Festival of that year in the third season." Sun Zheping's eyes were still bright with the light behind him: "I went to your house, you originally planned to sleep on the floor, but in the end you slept with me on a single bed. "
Zhang Jiale laughed: "You still remember."
"How could I forget. I was almost strangled to death by you on the bed that night." Sun Zheping lightly bit the tip of Zhang Jiale's nose, "Fortunately, auntie came later..."
The word "auntie" came out, but the two fell silent at the same time.
They all still remember that night in the fourth season, when their relationship was exposed in front of Zhang Jiale's mother, the strange despair and anger that flickered in a mother's eyes.
After a long time, Sun Zheping laughed dryly: "How has Auntie been all these years? Between you..."
"She's fine." Zhang Jiale said calmly, "Do you still remember, before the finals of the fifth season, I said I would give you a surprise." He raised his head, looked at Sun Zheping for a long time, Fang hesitated, and slowly She said, "Actually, that day, she called me and told me to take you to my house after the competition."
Sun Zheping was stunned.
He opened his mouth, but the voice he made was so dry and stagnant that he didn't dare to recognize it: "I...did I miss a lot back then."
"Sun Zheping..." Zhang Jiale burst out laughing suddenly, looking at Sun Zheping with mixed feelings in his eyes: "To be honest, in the year you just left, when you walked on the main road, Everyone looks like you to me."
He sighed, as if he was remembering something, but also seemed to be mocking something: "At first, I guessed that you might just hide yourself because you were afraid of being seen by others, thinking that if you could come back, I won't be angry anymore. But that night..." Sun Zheping felt his hand being held tighter by him, as if he was afraid that he would run away.Zhang Jiale lowered his eyes and smiled wryly: "I know you won't come back."
Looking at Sun Zheping again, his eyes were full of intertwining, only a helpless smile: "If you want to say hate, you really hate it. In fact, since that day, no one in the team even knows your name." Dare to mention it, I will turn my face if I mention it. It's just that in the end..."
He closed his eyes and said with a resigned smile: "I just want to know about you. Knowing that you are still living well, even if you are in a place where I can't see, living a life that has nothing to do with me..." It seems that he wants to do his best It seemed as if he was suppressing something, even his breathing couldn't help trembling at this moment.He bit his lower lip and buried his face into Sun Zheping's chest. After a long while, he said in a low voice: "As long as you live well, I will be... satisfied."
He closed his eyes, the dim light fell on his face, casting two slightly trembling black shadows on the corners of his eyes.Looking at him like this, Sun Zheping's heart felt soft, mixed with slight pain.
"At that time, I couldn't catch up with you." He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak in the calmest tone: "But if you are told to stop and wait for me..."
"Needless to say, I understand."
Zhang Jiale didn't let him finish his sentence.
Towards the source of the warmth and pulsation, he couldn't help but move closer.The steady heartbeat flowed from the ears to the atrium, thumping, and connected with his own.
No matter what happened in the past, he has finally walked in front of him again, and they can walk together towards the infinite long-term future.
"It's all over." With a relieved smile, he got up from the bed, sat on his side, and pinched the tip of Sun Zheping's nose: "So, after watching the game, are you interested..."
"Go to my house and eat the meal that I owe you?"
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