【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

After retiring, although Zhang Jiale initially wanted to return to City K, Zhang Jiale eventually moved into Sun Zheping's home in City B.

Because he was dissatisfied that Sun Zheping's oversized house seemed too deserted and unpopular under the post-modern design style full of cold steel, Zhang Jiale decided to redecorate the house.So on this day, he dragged out Sun Zheping who was watching the boxing match from the sofa, and together they went to the home furnishing city to pick out new furniture.

It is said that visiting a home furnishing store with a lover can easily lead to the impulse to marry him - because a piece of beautiful home furnishing can really arouse people's yearning for a better life after marriage.So when Zhang Jiale secretly looked at Sun Zheping's sharp and resolute side face for 252 times, couldn't help but smirk, and then looked away guiltily after being discovered, he secretly comforted himself that all this was just because the dazzling array of household items were too It's just tempting.

There are too many choices but there is no way to choose. Zhang Jiale was in trouble for a while. He was pulling Sun Zheping out of the shop and was about to shop around. Suddenly, he heard a scream not far away, piercing his eardrum like the sound of a sudden brake on the street:

"Catch the thief!"

With the scream, countless birds scattered around.A man rushed out of the crowded crowd on the sidewalk, holding a women's handbag in his hand, and ran forward sullenly.

Such a familiar scene.

Didn't a thief stole his wallet at the airport in K City back then?

The brave young man Zhang Jiale let go of Sun Zheping's shoulder, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed towards the thief who was running in front of him, trying to block the thief's escape route with his body.Unexpectedly, the thief panicked, stretched out his hand and pushed him violently——

"squeak------"

Immediately afterwards, there was a real sound of sudden braking piercing the sky.

"Zhang Jiale!" In an instant, Sun Zheping's mind went blank, followed by heartbreaking panic.He grabbed the thief by the back collar with his backhand and slammed it to the ground, but he rushed towards the motorway without looking at it——

Zhang Jiale was pushed out of the sidewalk by the thief and fell straight onto the motorway.At this time, the light was green, and a car was passing by at high speed.Seeing someone rushing out suddenly, the driver braked quickly.The car dragged two long brake marks on the gray-blue asphalt road, and finally the silver-gray bumper was less than five centimeters away from Zhang Jiale's nose.

Zhang Jiale's face turned pale with fright. The driver's swearing was like a breeze in his ears. He didn't seem to hear Sun Zheping's deafening shouts. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't even blink. Without blinking, he didn't realize it until he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and let out a cry of pain.

Sun Zheping apologized to the driver, squeezed Zhang Jiale's wrist tightly, and picked him up from the road with a dark face.

After throwing Zhang Jiale into the car, Sun Zheping let go of his wrists.Zhang Jiale rubbed his wrist in embarrassment, thinking that there should be two green seals on it tomorrow, the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, he looked up at Sun Zheping who was wearing a seat belt in the front driver's seat, and muttered softly: "You Why are you making such a big fuss, I was the one who was almost hit."

Sun Zheping sneered, without turning his head, the air pressure around his body dropped a little more.

Zhang Jiale shrank his neck, bit his lower lip and didn't dare to say anything, then saw Sun Zheping start the car without saying a word, and stepped on the accelerator.Due to inertia, Zhang Jiale suddenly fell forward and hit his head on the soft leather pillow of the passenger seat. Although it didn't hurt, Zhang Jiale still couldn't help complaining: "Sun Zheping, what do you want to do! Can you drive well? Want to get into a car accident?" Straight up?"

"You still dare to tell me this question?" Sun Zheping's livid face reminded Zhang Jiale of Han Wenqing when he was facing the players who were late for training—it was even worse than that. Looking at Ye Xiu, Han Wenqing said, "Are you so courageous that you dare to directly bump into the thief?"

"But if I didn't stop him, he ran away..." Zhang Jiale felt guilty, and at first he defended himself confidently, but then his voice became smaller and smaller: "I... I didn't know that he would push me out..."

"Didn't push it out, what if he has a knife? Are you satisfied with just stabbing you?" Under Sun Zheping's driving like venting his anger, his expensive off-road vehicle roared like roars, and swung a few times along the way. The rear end passed the vehicles along the way, causing countless car owners to slam the steering wheel and curse for lack of quality.

"What are you talking about!" Zhang Jiale bumped his body left and right with the shaking of the carriage, and when he heard Sun Zheping's sarcasm, he laughed angrily and turned his head away from the window: "I know now, you just look It’s all about ability. It’s because there are too many people like you that thieves are so rampant.”

"Oh? Really?" As if hearing some joke, Sun Zheping laughed loudly: "Okay, then please remember what you said today."

Zhang Jiale secretly thought something was wrong, and secretly scolded himself bloody for blurting out hurtful words without thinking: Originally, he regretted the words as soon as he uttered them; But it really angered Sun Zheping.

He wanted to open his mouth to apologize to Sun Zheping, saying that he didn't do it on purpose, but as the low pressure around Sun Zheping continued to spread and invade his body, he also felt wronged.

Obviously it was me who was pushed by the thief, it was me who was almost hit by a car, it was me who hurt you, and it was me who looked at your face.

What are you so angry about?

The more Zhang Jiale thought about it, the more unwilling he was to bow his head to Sun Zheping.Along the way, the two people in the carriage were furious and wronged, but neither of them spoke. The air of silence was tangled, and it seemed that a storm was about to be brewed.

Back home, Sun Zheping still didn't speak, just opened the door, turned his head and went into the study without looking at Zhang Jiale.

"Cut, what are you pulling?" Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, but felt depressed for no reason.

Although he was still wronged, his anger had almost dissipated on the way home.He also knew that he had been reckless in what happened today, but he still stubbornly refused to bow his head to Sun Zheping first.

He gave himself a good face all the way.

Want me to forgive him?Unless he apologizes first.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiale snorted bitterly in the direction of the study, and closed the door behind his back, but his mood became much clearer.Humming a ditty, he plunged into the living room which was a leather sofa big enough for three people, put his legs on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

It was a horror movie that was playing on TV.

Zhang Jiale likes watching horror movies.Although the plots are mostly the same, but the screen is thrilling and exciting, and it is a good choice to kill time in your spare time.

Even so, Zhang Jiale's courage is actually not that great.

Therefore, in fact, he dare not watch horror movies alone.Every time he watched a thriller, Sun Zheping was bound to be by his side.Once any bloody and terrifying scene appeared, he would always turn his head and bury his face in Sun Zheping's broad chest, and waited until Sun Zheping patted his head to tell him that the episode had passed, then he would turn his head and continue watching the film as if nothing had happened.

Because of this, Sun Zheping laughed at him many times. Every time, he smashed his braids and swung his fist to hit the opponent's strong and elastic chest muscles. laughed out loud.

Naturally, when he started watching a thriller next time with great interest, Sun Zheping would still sit beside him, waiting for him to throw himself into his arms at the next bloody scene.

This time the movie is the famous plasma blockbuster movie 〇Cry.According to the number of plasma packs used in it, it can be inferred how unsuitable the picture is for children.

However, when the chainsaw whined and the characters in the film began to scream, he turned his head and suddenly found that there were only two pillows left where the broad chest he could usually bury was.

Zhang Jiale couldn't help but pouted, snorted, reached out and grabbed the pillow, and punched it down.

Punching his fist into the cotton, it was soft and felt good, but his heart became more and more depressed.

It's a big deal not to watch it, and I still can't do without you?

Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Jiale switched the eight channels of 110 on the TV no less than forty times in turn, and finally let out a long moan, threw the remote control away, and fell down on his head.

It is really inseparable.

It's not that I haven't lived without him, but when I think about the days with him, I don't have the courage to go back to those days.

Isn't it just to bow your head, admit your mistake and apologize, my brother and I can bend and stretch!

Zhang Jiale clenched his fists and secretly cheered himself up. He got up from the sofa and trotted, but stopped in front of the closed study door.

He raised his hand, intending to knock on the door, but his slender, white, well-knuckle hand stopped in mid-air for a long time, and did not fall down after all.

Taking a deep breath, he finally put his hand down resentfully, turned his head and wobbled back to the living room.

Ahhh I don't know how to speak!

He plunged into the sofa, buried his head under the pillow like an ostrich, arched his body, and rolled around on the wide sofa in distress. Just as he was rolling, his braids were crooked and his bangs were messy, when suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

Holding the pillow in his arms, he ran to the door of the study again, and said in a miserable voice, almost crying:

"Dasun—I'm hungry—"

There was no response from inside for a while, Zhang Jiale screamed a few more times at the top of his lungs, each sound more miserable, until finally he looked like a kitten waiting to be fed.

Just as he was about to shout again, the door of the study was opened with a "bang".

Sun Zheping still stood against the black cloud above his head, with a livid face, standing at the door.

"Da grandson," Zhang Jiale blinked his watery peach eyes as pitifully as possible, "I'm hungry."

Without saying a word, Sun Zheping walked around Zhang Jiale and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, he came out with a bowl of hot egg noodles.

Putting the noodles on the table, Sun Zheping still didn't say a word, turned around and went into the study again, leaving Zhang Jiale staring at the steaming bowl of egg noodles on his hips:

Hey?

What is this?