【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

When he returned to his residence, Zhang Jiale just tossed his two shoes at the entrance, and fell headlong into the sofa, wishing he could never get out of it again.

Sun Zheping threw the two people's large and small bags of "trophies" on the coffee table, and stepped on Zhang Jiale's ass: "Get up."

"I don't." Zhang Jiale's voice came muffled from the sofa cushions.After a while, he lifted half of his face from his arms, and carefully looked around the interior of the house: "Sun Zheping, I didn't expect you to be quite rich. The house is not bad!"

"You are poor." Sun Zheping rubbed the top of his hair carelessly, looking at the mimeograph on the waist of the clothes on his body: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Zhang Jiale turned over and smiled comfortably: "You do it for me?"

"Good idea." Sun Zheping took out his phone, "I'll order takeaway."

Zhang Jiale laughed loudly, rolling back and forth on the large sofa, seeing that the corners of Sun Zheping's lips couldn't help but smile too.

He was thinking about the content of dinner on his mobile phone when the phone rang.

Zhang Jiale was lying on the sofa, staring at him with his chin motionless, making Sun Zheping uncomfortable for a while, so he just smiled and looked away, and answered the phone: "Hello? Dad?"

"Dad" made Zhang Jiale calm down in an instant, as if he saw a real person. The person who was still rolling on the sofa just now got up straight, with his hands on his knees and his face written all over his face. All of them are "good".

Sun Zheping was amused for a while, looking at Zhang Jiale who was sitting upright on the sofa, for some reason, his heart arose again.

He suppressed a smile, with a serious face, secretly glanced at Zhang Jiale, who was staring at him, who was brewing up some bad idea, and said in a deep voice, "Well, we've arrived in City B."

The grandfather on the other end of the phone naturally couldn't fail to understand the meaning of his words: "You? He's here too? I shouldn't be mistaken?"

"Yeah." Sun Zheping said calmly, "It's exactly what you think."

Grandfather laughed for a while: "Specially brought it back for me to see?"

"Not specially," Sun Zheping glanced at Zhang Jiale, "but if you insist, it's not impossible."

"Okay. Tomorrow then." Grandfather turned a blind eye to the intentional or unintentional provocation in Sun Zheping's words. For some reason, his tone still sounded like a smile: "At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I will ask Lao Zhao to pick you up and come over to have a meal together." Let's have lunch."

"Old fox." Sun Zheping scolded with a smile, just as he put down his phone, Zhang Jiale who was beside him couldn't wait to pounce on him, and pushed him down on the sofa.

"Speak." Zhang Jiale propped his hands on both sides of his head, and smiled condescendingly: "Did your father teach you?"

Sun Zheping looked at him, frowned, and sighed: "We can't keep our affairs a secret."

"Ah?" Zhang Jiale didn't understand, so he tilted his head to look at him. Taking advantage of this moment, Sun Zheping grabbed Zhang Jiale's shoulders and pulled him down, pulling him into his arms, and bit his ear sideways: "My dad is not I want to see you. Tell me to take you home at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

The person in his arms froze for a moment.

After a while, Zhang Jiale suddenly sat up supporting Sun Zheping's chest: "Why does your father insist on seeing me?"

"You cut off half of the incense in his house, who do you see when the old man doesn't see you?" Sun Zheping had enough time to recuperate, and almost hummed an out-of-tune tune to cock his legs.He was about to sit up from the sofa when Zhang Jiale held him down by the collar and pushed him down on the sofa.

"Be honest." Zhang Jiale narrowed his eyes, "When did you tell your father? You never told me."

His face was so close, it was a distance that could be kissed with a little effort.The warm breath from his lips brushed against the fluff on Sun Zheping's lips, and the tip of his heart, together with his toes, was tickled by the man in front of him.

Sun Zheping reached out and grabbed the back of Zhang Jiale's head, pulling him towards him, not giving him such a long and deep kiss, but just giving him a tight hug.

Just when Zhang Jiale thought something would happen in the next second, he suddenly let go of his hand, turned over and fell to the ground as if fleeing.He pulled the hem of his clothes, trying to make himself look more serious, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhang Jiale's messy hair.

"I'm going to buy food."

Zhang Jiale leaned on the sofa with a smile, and shouted at his back:

"Sun Zheping, you are lying!"

It was said to be buying food, but in fact it was just taking two boxes of bento back upstairs from the takeaway guy who was waiting downstairs.In the midsummer evening, the scorching breath of the day is still entangled in the wind blowing through the forest.The cicadas have already started to make noise, but he doesn't need to go on the road full of green shade and cicadas singing.

It's that summer of the year again.

The setting sun streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the elevator hall, spreading crimson all over the floor.Sun Zheping pressed the elevator button, looked at himself reflected in the elevator door, and couldn't help thinking that many years ago, he seemed to carry two boxes of takeaways like this, and walked back to the place where he was by the golden-red sunset light. .

Opening the door, Zhang Jiale didn't wait beside the sofa with his head tilted as he thought.But for some reason, perhaps because the mist from the sky had overflowed into his balcony from the far end of the city, even though the living room was empty, his room, which seemed to lack the smell of fireworks on weekdays, still had two more. Very warm feeling.Sun Zheping turned on the lights in the dining room, put down the takeaway box on the dining table, and called out, "Zhang Jiale! It's time to eat!"

He called several times, but Zhang Jiale still didn't answer.The light in the study was on, Sun Zheping walked along the light, opened the door, and saw Zhang Jiale who was sitting on the floor of the study.

Zhang Jiale was looking down at something carefully, and he didn't even notice Sun Zheping approaching. His half-length hair hung from the back of his head to the front of his collarbone, revealing a section of soft white nape.Sun Zheping stretched out his hand to pull him, but when he got closer, he found that it was the stamp album that Zhang Jiale was fascinated by.

Breathing became disordered in an instant, and Sun Zheping subconsciously reached out to close the booklet.But when his fingers touched the edge of the stamp album, he finally stopped.

He didn't dare to look at Zhang Jiale's expression, his ears were buzzing, as if his tympanic membrane was being pounded by his beating heart.

"It's time to eat." He turned around in a little embarrassment, "I'll watch it after eating."

Before he could walk out of the room, Zhang Jiale hugged him tightly from behind.

"Sun Zheping, I'm so happy." He stood on tiptoe and rested his chin on Sun Zheping's broad shoulders.He clearly said that he was happy, but his voice was choked and trembling: "You can't imagine how happy I am now."

As if knowing that he had lost his composure, Zhang Jiale laughed again, pushing Sun Zheping's back and walking out: "Let's go, let's eat."

It's as if the longing for so many years finally has a place to be shelved, no matter how long and how far apart they are, there is still such a light in the end, lighting up a small room, and the smell of food will waft out of it, making people feel happy. They can find their way home.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a black car showed up at Sun Zheping's residence on time.

Zhang Jiale got into the car, smiled at the driver who closed the door for him, finally couldn't help but shook his head, approached Sun Zheping, and whispered, "I'm a little nervous."

Sun Zheping shrugged: "What are you nervous about?"

"I don't know why, I'm just nervous!" Zhang Jiale grabbed Sun Zheping's pants, tightened them and then let them go. Seeing that Sun Zheping could only hold his hand in his own, he gently rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips: " My dad’s house is very close to here, and it takes a few minutes to get there without traffic jams.”

Zhang Jiale was finally amused: "I have to borrow your good words, I hope there will be no traffic jams. I didn't expect to have only one dinner in the end."

Obviously, Sun Zheping had good luck.The black car that was scrubbed to a bright spot drove smoothly through the sunny street. After a few turns, it seemed to be driving on a mountain road, and the greenery was getting deeper and deeper where it was going.

When the car finally stopped, there was already a lush greenery as far as the eye could see.

Zhang Jiale got out of the car and looked up at the villa in front of him that could be described as a "manor".

The woods in the distance spread a patch of mottled emerald mist to the eyes, surrounded by the small and varied sceneries in the vast courtyard, making Zhang Jiale forget to breathe for a moment.

Sun Zheping pushed open a carved metal door with ease, stood by the door and greeted him, "Go in?"

Zhang Jiale secretly swallowed his saliva, turned around and ran towards the car that picked him up: "I'll come as soon as I go!"

Sun Zheping grabbed him, "Why are you going?"

"Go and buy a decent set of clothes!" Zhang Jiale looked down at the cultural shirt on his body that he got with a [-]% discount yesterday at a small stall in Nanluoguxiang. "IloveBeijing" in small white characters gleamed in the sun: "Boss, Armani, anyway, I can't wear this in, right?!"

Sun Zheping laughed, pulled his clothes, as if to show something, and pulled off the line of "Beijing" on his chest: "Why can't I go in with this? I'm wearing the same clothes as you." The same clothes? Don't be too nervous."

"But you never told me that your family lives in this kind of place before!" Zhang Jiale covered his face, feeling that his head was going to explode for a moment.

"You didn't ask." Sun Zheping rolled up the "Beijing" in his hand and stuffed it back into his pocket, took a breath, and said calmly, "Besides, this is my father's house, not mine."

Looking at Zhang Jiale who was still hesitating, he plucked a small rose flower from under the fence beside him, stuffed it in Zhang Jiale's chest pocket, and blew lightly into his ear: "My family is here! City K, I bought the house together with you." When Zhang Jiale looked up, he could only see a narrow smile: "What? Now you plan to monopolize it and not let me live in it?"

"Poor! Continue to be poor!" Zhang Jiale looked down at the flower on his chest, "It's not that I don't have money. Wearing this dress, in case your parents feel that I don't take it seriously, don't let me..."

Sun Zheping didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

He hooked Zhang Jiale's shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and touched Zhang Jiale's head.

"Then I will trouble you and take me to elope."

Walking through the garden full of flowers, the smell of petals almost stained the soles of his shoes, Zhang Jiale finally saw the place where Sun Zheping grew up for the first time.

He changed his shoes in the entrance, and when he looked up, he saw a somewhat familiar face.

It was a pretty woman in every sense, but even though she was supporting her slightly protruding belly, she was still looking at Zhang Jiale with a narrow smile on her face.

"Not bad, it looks like you still recognize me?" She winked at Zhang Jiale first, then took out a notebook from behind and handed it over: "Zhang Jiale! I'm your number one fan! Let me tell you! Seven I knew years ago that you would come to our house one day..."

"Huo Jiaqi, don't make trouble." Sun Zheping came up from behind, took the notebook in her hand, held her by the shoulder, and sent it to the man waiting not far away: "Sun Zhekang, you Take care of your wife."

The man nodded politely to Zhang Jiale, looked helplessly at Huo Jiaqi who was still making noise, and said softly, "Don't get too excited."

But obviously, Huo Jiaqi's attention was not on him at this time.

"Sun Zheping, you are not old or young! Your nephew is about to come out and you still call me by my first name! Call me sister-in-law! Call me sister-in-law!" Huo Jiaqi was helped into the room by the eldest brother of the Sun family, but she still did not forget to turn her head and turn to Zhang Jiale He waved his hand: "From now on, you can also call me sister-in-law! Don't be polite!"

Zhang Jiale couldn't help but burst out laughing, and turned around to see Sun Zheping laughing helplessly.

"That was my brother and sister-in-law just now." Sun Zheping shrugged and took Zhang Jiale's hand: "Are you still nervous?"

"Not at all." Zhang Jiale wrinkled his nose and made a face at him.

Zhang Jiale followed Sun Zheping around the pillars of the porch, and the living room of the Sun family was displayed in front of him without reservation.

Hearing the sound, an elderly man who was reading a newspaper sitting on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows raised his eyes and smiled kindly at them: "Hey, here we come."

"My father." Sun Zheping pouted at his father, then patted Zhang Jiale's shoulder lightly: "Zhang Jiale."

"Hello, Uncle!" The embarrassment that had been suppressed earlier bounced back at this moment.Zhang Jiale rubbed his hands nervously, took out a velvet box from his pocket, and handed it over: "I came in a hurry, I didn't prepare any presents, I hope you will forgive me."

Grandfather raised his eyes to look at him with great interest from behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and Zhang Jiale's back was bristled with shivers.He was hesitating whether he should continue to accept the tie clip that he looted from Sun Zheping's residence overnight, when a servant who was not young at the side took the small box gently with both hands.

"Sit." Grandfather nodded to Zhang Jiale, then raised his eyes to Sun Zheping: "You have a good eye."

Zhang Jiale was in a daze, took the scented tea from the butler, and before he had time to flush down his stomach full of doubts, his grandfather seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said slowly: "He went out to fight a few years ago. The competition almost cut off the father-son relationship with me. Although it didn't end in the end, we haven't seen each other or said a word for nearly five years."

Even though Sun Zheping had already heard the whole story about his past yesterday, but what he said through his grandfather at this moment fell on Zhang Jiale's ears, and it was still nothing more than a shock.

Grandfather didn't wait for Sun Zheping and Zhang Jiale's response. He sat under the sunshine from behind the floor-to-ceiling windows and sipped a sip of tea: "My child left early, I used to be busy with business, so I didn't teach my two children well. , which made my second son's personality so thorny and strong, he was as stubborn as a bull, and no one could stop what was decided."

"Back then, he was not afraid to leave this house, but he wanted to play that game, but in the end he was persuaded to come back with just a few words—I know, this is definitely not what I can do with the power of those two words."

He looked at Sun Zheping, the indelible majesty between his brows finally eased a little under the sunlight: "Later, I saw his pamphlet. I don't know if you have read it."

"At that time, I knew that what I said just poked at his most painful place."

He stood up, stretched long, walked to Zhang Jiale, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's been difficult for him these years. It's not easy for you to get to where you are today, so cherish it."

"Uncle, you..." Zhang Jiale was speechless, "Do you agree?"

"Otherwise, do you think I should strongly oppose it?" Grandfather asked back.

"I thought...you would take out a wad of money and throw it in my face and ask me to leave your son or something..." Zhang Jiale laughed dryly and rubbed the back of his head: "I'm even ready to throw the money back It's..."

"Hahaha..." Unexpectedly, grandpa didn't get angry, but laughed heartily: "Zhe Ping, where did you find such an interesting kid?"

Sun Zheping laughed and patted the back of Zhang Jiale's head: "I picked it up in the western desert."

After eating a sumptuous Chinese meal in Sun's house, even though it was only the first time Zhang Jiale and his grandfather met, the family reunited together, and the atmosphere was naturally harmonious.It's just that at the dinner table, Huo Jiaqi couldn't help pestering her for a while.When returning to Sun Zheping's room, Zhang Jiale opened his arms and fell on the bed.

"Big grandson!" Zhang Jiale was lying on the bed and laughed coyly. He couldn't help but sit up when he was so excited. He said to Sun Zheping who was trying to put "Beijing" back on his clothes in front of the mirror, "Your father." It's so easy to talk!"

"Now he's your father too." After several attempts, Sun Zheping finally gave up on this idea, stretched his arms, took off his clothes and threw them aside: "Now the big stone in my heart has been put down?"

Zhang Jiale's eyes sparkled with a smile: "Yeah!" But then he seemed to think of something, and fell down: "If my family can be so smooth..."

Sun Zheping bent down, and gently pressed his lips against his, not letting him continue thinking.

"Now there is a water bed under your butt." He grinned, showing one side of his teeth, looking a bit sly: "Would you like to try to see what it feels like to be on a water bed?"

Zhang Jiale made a grimace, put his hands behind his head, and pulled him into the bed together: "I said lying down is so exciting! It would be a pity not to come again! How about the soundproofing of the room? Don't let me come to your house for the first time Just being caught by your dad... oh! Being caught by our dad."

"How is it possible? The sound insulation is definitely much better than in the small building back then." As if not wanting to waste a second, Sun Zheping put his hand under Zhang Jiale's skirt while speaking.Just as he was about to retrieve the higher fruits, Zhang Jiale's cell phone rang untimely.

Zhang Jiale stuck out his tongue, reached out to pick up the phone, and after a few words, put down the phone again.

Seeing his strange silence, Sun Zheping stretched out his hand to caress his back: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Zhang Jiale blinked, but his face was not the frustration that Sun Zheping expected to see.

The muscles on his face trembled and twisted strangely, but Sun Zheping knew that he was laughing.

"Big grandson..."

In the shortness of breath, what flows out is good news that lights up the whole room.

"I……"

"I want to join the national team and go to the World Invitational Tournament!"