【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

"You say you are angry or not!"

The clear moonlight outside the window was blocked by thick brocade curtains, and in the supposedly quiet study of Sun's residence, a somewhat inauthentic cry came out.

He got up and drove away Huo Jiaqi who was poking around the door, and Sun Zheping closed the door smoothly.

"He is really old and strong." Back at the desk, he adjusted the height of the camera, and showed a smile that can be described as "gloating" at Zhang Jiale, who was puffing up his cheeks and puffing up like a puffer fish on the computer screen. :"and after?"

"What is growing old and strong? It's a lingering ghost! A lingering ghost!" Zhang Jiale at the other end of the video rubbed his hair into a mess, "You said, he's retired, why is that guy still running back?"

"That's what I said, but why do I feel that you are quite happy?"

"It's better to let Lao Ye come here than to send someone from above who doesn't understand anything to point fingers." Zhang Jiale sighed. It feels like the championship has already been won by us, it is rare that everyone has become a team this time, and it seems that he is not as demanding as before."

"It seems that you have discussed quite a lot of tactical arrangements."

Appearing on that young face was Sun Zheping's very familiar and energetic smile: "Planning tactics is what Ye Xiu and the others have to do. What I have to do is, no matter who appears in front of me, defeat him .”

Sun Zheping rubbed his chin, and looked at the words "National E-sports Basic Training Center" hanging on the wall behind Zhang Jiale, fascinated: "So how many games have you won against him in the past two days?"

As if being poked at a sore spot, Zhang Jiale's face collapsed.He took a deep breath and said angrily, "I didn't win."

"No wonder." Sun Zheping laughed, "Do you want me to avenge you?"

"Go away! You can't even beat me now!" A Zhang Jiale showing his teeth and claws appeared on the computer screen, making Sun Zheping laugh out loud.Zhang Jia couldn't help but waved his fist at the camera: "Go online! Three hundred rounds in the arena! Your Brother Le will teach you how to be a man today!"

"Okay, wait for me to come up!" Sun Zheping skillfully swiped his card to go online, "What room number?"

"Room 1520, password 123456."

Earlier, Zhang Jiale received the call-up notice for the national team, and set off for the training center in City B, where he and other members of the national team began to receive training and training for the World Invitational Tournament.

Every name on that list seemed to be shining brightly, which hurt Sun Zheping's eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, and accepted the application for discussion from the little ammunition expert in front of him.

A battle is over soon.Facing the gray word "failure" on the screen, he blinked, and said as if nothing had happened: "When will you go to the opening ceremony on the 17th?"

"Let me take a look..." Zhang Jiale took out his phone and looked, "Saturday."

Sun Zheping laughed: "Isn't tomorrow Saturday?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday?" Zhang Jiale looked through the calendar over and over again, only to put the phone back in his pocket, and smiled guiltyly at the screen: "Going to Zurich, I have jet lag."

Sun Zheping smiled lightly: "Have you brought everything? Is there anything missing? Will I send it to you at night?"

"No need, no need! I brought everything!" Zhang Jiale yelled again and again: "My luggage will be more than Chu Yunxiu's!"

Sun Zheping sighed softly.

"What time is the plane tomorrow afternoon? I'll see you off."

"Do not……"

"Don't say no." Sun Zheping interrupted Zhang Jiale's unspoken refusal clearly, "What time, which airport?"

Zhang Jiale pouted: "Nurse Sun, you are really lenient."

Seeing Sun Zheping on the other end of the video slowly raised half of his eyebrows again, Zhang Jiale closed his eyes and yelled, "Saturday at ten o'clock in the morning, SD International Airport T3, Air China CA2566."

Sun Zheping nodded: "Remember. If you have nothing else to do, go and rest. You have to catch a plane tomorrow?"

"I don't." Zhang Jiale tilted his head, "One more!"

Sun Zheping twitched his eyebrows, raised his hand and asked for a match: "Then don't call if you lose."

"If you lose, I'll call him your son!"

"Well, my son is really good."

"Sun Zheping, your uncle, your uncle, your uncle!"

The next day was a fine day with no clouds.

The sun at 07:30 in the midsummer morning falls on people, mixed with the air-conditioning blowing from the airport, it only brings some soft itches.The plane cut straight white lines, cutting the blue sky like stained glass on a cathedral roof.

Zhang Jiale dragged his suitcase and mixed in the crowd before getting off the bus. At a glance, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure by the glass automatic door not far away.

"Wow, you came so early. I thought I was early enough." Zhang Jiale greeted him cheerfully, "How long have you been waiting?"

Sun Zheping shook his head and smiled: "I'm late, can I still see you?"

He reached out to take Zhang Jiale's luggage and weighed it: "It's quite heavy."

"That must be!" This sentence was heard by Huang Shaotian, who was talking to Yu Wenzhou at the side, and he wrinkled his face and leaned over: "Wow, Sun Zheping, you don't know, Zhang Jiale has been in base training for the past two days. The center is almost becoming an old Chinese doctor, and he promotes his honeysuckle tea when he sees people!" He pointed to the suitcase in Sun Zheping's hand and shouted: "I can guarantee that half of the suitcase is honeysuckle for foreigners!"

"What do you know!" Zhang Jiale held Sun Zheping's shoulders, and almost covered his ears with his hands: "It's so hot now, how good it is to drink some honeysuckle tea to clear away the heat!"

Sun Zheping couldn't help but burst out laughing. Under Zhang Jiale's dissatisfied eyes, he held the trolley case with one hand and Zhang Jiale's hand with the other. He took a step forward and was about to enter the airport hall.

When that generous palm touched his own, Zhang Jiale instinctively wanted to struggle as if he had been stung by something.It's just that the hand continuously conveyed reassuring firmness and gentleness mixed with body temperature, and he couldn't help but look forward to this person holding him for a long time, side by side with him, in the endless Walk down the road of life together.

The teammates around him walked forward in twos and threes. Even though Zhang Jiale was usually very popular, and this period of training had allowed him to develop a lot of relationships with a few players he was not familiar with, but walking among them, Zhang Jiale still feel uncomfortable.

He couldn't bear to shake off that hand, so he leaned closer to Sun Zheping, and said in a low voice, "Let go, it's weird for people to see."

"What's so strange?" Sun Zheping walked ahead without even turning his head: "I already knew everything I should know. We both have nothing to do, so I went all the way to the airport to see you off?"

Zhang Jiale was at a loss for words for a while, and was about to refute, but Ye Xiu's voice sounded lazily behind him: "As far as the matter between you two is concerned, there is nothing to hide. But if you really want to keep your mouth shut, do you want to go back and talk to me?" Discuss with your guild, help me grab some bosses or get some sets of materials?" Ye Xiu patted him on the shoulder: "The price is clearly marked, no one cheats, think about it?"

"Sure enough, even if you retire, you, Ye Xiu, are still Ye Xiu." Sun Zheping turned a blind eye to Ye Xiu's blatant "coercion and temptation", put down his suitcase instead, and stretched out his hand to him: "Come on for the game."

"Don't worry." Ye Xiu also stretched out his hand, shook Sun Zheping lightly, turned around and rubbed Zhang Jiale's braids on the back of his head: "Security check."

Zhang Jiale covered the back of his head and watched Ye Xiu enter the long security line viciously. Looking back, Sun Zheping had a smirk on his face.He was angry: "You don't even help me!"

"Hit him for you?" Sun Zheping smiled and handed the suitcase to Zhang Jiale, "That will have to wait for you to come back."

Zhang Jiale narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Then I'm leaving too."

"En. Be careful on the road." Sun Zheping squeezed his palms, suddenly raised his head and approached Zhang Jiale's ear, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Do you want me to give you a breath of fairy air?"

Zhang Jiale's face instantly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Obviously it happened many years ago, but now it is brought up again in Sun Zheping's provocative words deliberately, and that hot breath seems to linger on his fingertips again.

Zhang Jiale bit his lower lip and raised his hand to Sun Zheping.

"If you can't win, I'll come back and find you." He didn't dare to look at Sun Zheping's smiling eyes, but Sun Zheping firmly held his outstretched right hand.

It's just a soft kiss printed on the back of his hand along with the warm breath.

"Do not worry."

The lips left the back of the hand, and before the skin had time to feel the cold air blowing from all sides of the airport, a gentle air flow slowly passed by.Sun Zheping raised his eyes, looked at him steadfastly, and said word by word:

"Zhang Jiale will definitely be a world champion when he comes back here."

After sending Zhang Jiale away, Sun Zheping did not drive away from the airport.

From the trunk of the car, he took out two beautiful bags with the words "Inada Village" printed on them, turned around and walked to another security checkpoint.

When the plane took off and landed, the blue sky remained the same, but it was quite different as far as the eye could see.

Standing in Changshui International Airport with two bags of snacks, Sun Zheping looked at the crowds around him and the people holding signs in front of the pick-up gate, feeling a little emotional for some reason.

The figure of the boy holding the sign "Falling Blossoms" still seemed to be in front of him.

But in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Walking out of the airport, he hailed a taxi and found the first rice noodle shop he had eaten in K City ten years ago based on his memory.Sun Zheping ordered a bowl of rice noodles, took the bowl to the feeding area, scooped up a small half spoonful of chilli carefully, returned to his seat to taste it, and still couldn't help shaking his head.

Ten years later, the medium spicy of this shop is still so hot.

Zhang Jiale was not around at the moment, but for some reason, Sun Zheping felt that his shadow was everywhere on the road he walked alone.

Ten years ago, ten years later, countless faces were layered on top of each other, becoming three-dimensional little by little in front of his eyes, as if at this moment, the guy who had already boarded the flight to Zurich was sitting next to him. Beside him, holding a bowl of rice noodles, he was eating happily.

Walking out of the shop, Sun Zheping touched his chest.

There is a heart that is beating steadily, and there is a person in the heart, but it makes him feel warm across the chest.

A little warmer than the sunlight that fell on him.

Even, he was able to melt all the apprehension in his heart, leaving only soft expectations.

In front of you is an old-fashioned anti-theft door.After the door opened, it was the hurdle he had never dared to touch again.

Sun Zheping took a deep breath, bent his fingers and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" A voice asked from inside the room.It was the female voice that had appeared in memory, and it fell into Sun Zheping's ears, only making his heart beat faster.

He suppressed his heartbeat, and said in the calmest voice possible: "Hello, Auntie, I'm Sun Zheping. I think you probably still remember me."

The voice from the other side of the door suddenly disappeared, as if the voice that answered the door just now was just Sun Zheping's illusion.

Just when he thought that this door would no longer open for him, the door opened.

Standing behind the door was a middle-aged woman who was Zhang Jiale's mother.

She frowned slightly, stood at the door, looked Sun Zheping up and down for a while, her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just turned around and made way for Sun Zheping.

"It's hot outside, let's go inside and talk." She looked at the two bags of snacks in Sun Zheping's hands, and suddenly laughed: "Take the things back, we won't take them."

"Auntie..." Sun Zheping had just opened his mouth to call out, but the woman in front of him seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot, and her eyes gradually turned red.

"I remember you. So I can't forgive you." She took a deep breath and looked up at Sun Zheping: "Even if it's for Jiale's sake, you shouldn't appear in front of him again. I think this matter You figured it out five years ago."

Sun Zheping was dumbfounded for a moment.

At this moment, he didn't know how to face Zhang's mother's seemingly non-questioning words.

"Yuehua, do you have guests?"

Father Zhang, who was watching the replay of the Glory Professional League Finals in the living room, seemed to hear the sound from the entrance and came out.Thanks to Zhang's father who appeared in time and broke the embarrassing silence between the two.

The slightly bald middle-aged man walked out of the living room in a daze, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Sun Zheping.

"You're not...the..."

He was raising his hand to Sun Zheping to wave, but Zhang's mother gave him a gouged look, took out 20 yuan from her pocket, and handed it to him: "Go downstairs and buy a watermelon."

"Ah? But..." Father Zhang looked surprised, and pointed at Sun Zheping: "It's rare for Xiao Sun to come to the house..."

"You know the guests are here, why don't you buy some fruit to entertain? Go quickly."

After pushing Zhang's father outside, the look in Zhang's mother's eyes made Sun Zheping even more uncomfortable.

He gently put the bag in his hand on the coffee table, and Zhang's mother sat aside, not speaking, just watching him quietly.

Until the trace of guilt that Sun Zheping had been suppressing in her heart gradually surfaced, Mama Zhang said suddenly:

"I originally thought that you were all just young and ignorant, just playing around."

Sun Zheping shook his head: "I'm serious."

Zhang's mother suddenly laughed: "I know. My kid can't hide things, I already knew."

She withdrew her sharp look, and looked at Sun Zheping with helpless eyes: "To be honest, I used to like you quite a bit. After you left that night, sometimes I asked myself, if you were a girl My child, or my Jia Lele is a girl, will I still be so pessimistic about things between you?"

She sighed, shook her head and smiled: "Maybe it's the progress of the times, I'm old? I used to always feel that I like someone, marry him, form a family, give birth to a child, raise the child together, and then the two of us live together. Walking the rest of the road slowly is the most correct choice."

"Auntie." Hearing Mama Zhang's words, Sun Zheping felt courageous for no reason.He looked at Zhang's mother, without any evasion or hesitation in his eyes: "Maybe I can't marry him, and I can't have our children with him, but I will accompany him to finish the rest of our lives together. "

Zhang's mother closed her eyes and laughed: "Actually, I know what my son is like."

"He hasn't mentioned you to us all these years since you left. But I know, he's been waiting for you." She smiled helplessly, "We also urged him to fall in love and persuade him to change his target. In the end, in fact, we all I have already acquiesced, thinking that as long as he can take his mind off of you, even if he brings a man home, we will admit it."

"But he still has to wait for you. Don't say anything, but my own son, how can I not know what he is thinking?"

Mother Zhang smiled, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"What can we do? As parents, we just hope that our children can live happily."

Sun Zheping lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

Mother Zhang sighed, and patted the back of Sun Zheping's hand lightly: "If you treat Lele better, you will be worthy of us."

Sun Zheping didn't know what to say, so he kept nodding his head, which made Zhang's mother laugh again: "It really looks like my silly Lele."

"You are..." Sun Zheping looked up in disbelief, but Zhang's mother didn't answer him, she just winked at him, turned and walked into the kitchen: "Stay for dinner tonight?"

Sitting in the living room, listening to the pots and pans playing a symphony in the kitchen, Sun Zheping always felt a little unreasonable.But he went to the kitchen several times to try to help, but Zhang's mother chased them all back, and he also got two albums of Zhang Jiale's childhood.

"If you really have nothing to do, you can browse through it." When Zhang's mother said this, the slyness in her eyes made Sun Zheping think of her father for some reason.

He shook his head, sat back on the sofa, opened the photo album, the first photo almost made him laugh out loud.

When Zhang Jiale was young, he didn't look as clear and handsome as he is now, but rather fleshy, so fat that he could hardly see his eyes when he smiled.

Looking carefully, there are photos of Zhang Jiale wearing horn braids and wearing a small skirt when he was in kindergarten, there are photos of Zhang Jiale participating in a performance with his face painted red like a monkey's buttocks when he was in elementary school, and Zhang Jiale was caught skipping class in junior high school and was locked up at home with a look of embarrassment. Bisheng's eyes are full of unconvincing photos...

Sun Zheping took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the photos in the album one by one. He was in the mood to take pictures when he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.Looking back, Zhang's father was smiling kindly at him.

"Zhe Ping... Lele's game is about to be replayed. When he was at home, he always told us not to believe those commentators' nonsense." Father Zhang touched the back of his slightly bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: "How about , will you explain it to me?"

"Okay Uncle, there's no problem." Sun Zheping closed the photo album, thinking about the photos already saved in the phone, a few calculations crackled in his heart.

"What's your name, uncle?" Without making him proud for too long, Mother Zhang brought out a plate of sliced ​​watermelon from the kitchen, put it on the tea table, and looked up at Sun Zheping.

"Call Dad."