[Han Zhang] One thought

01.

It was July when Zhang Xinjie left Tyranny.

July means a lot to him - it was July when he submitted his application to Tyranny's youth training camp 16 years ago, and it happened to be July when he was formally accepted as a player of Team Tyranny 14 years ago.

Now, when it comes time for him to announce his retirement, the press conference is still held in July.

Q City in July is the hottest time of the year. Although the air conditioner in the Tyranny Club is fully turned on, and the sea breeze outside can occasionally bring a bit of coolness, Zhang Xinjie, who is preparing to give a retirement speech in the lounge, is still aware of it. There was a thin layer of sweat on the back of his neck.

He gently wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, and suddenly found himself nervous.

The matter of "nervousness" seems to be very far away from him - he has played in the Glory Professional League for 14 years, and played for Team Tyranny for 14 years.

14 years, for the players of the league's "pioneering generation", it is no different from an astronomical figure.However, with the development of the league and the "scientificization" of training and competition, the service life of professional players is getting longer and longer.

In the tenth year of Zhang Xinjie's career, he handed over all the captain's duties to Song Qiying, but unfortunately, there was a gap in the talent training of Tyranny's youth training camp at that time, and there was no suitable newcomer who could take over Shi Bu. Transferred account card.Therefore, he could only continue to play for Tyranny for four years. At the same time, Tyranny's youth training camp also put the cultivation of Shi Buzhuan's successor as the top priority on the agenda.

When he finally decided to leave, a new successor was already in place, everything in Tyranny would continue to run in an orderly manner, and he could leave "without worries".

But he still felt nervous.

It was a feeling that was both strange and familiar. He spread out his palm and found that his palm was wet and glowed strangely under the light.

He threw the manuscript in his hand aside, stood up, went to the window and opened it, intending to calm himself down with the refreshing sea breeze.

In fact, he was quite curious about where the tension was coming from - but now was clearly not the time to pursue that.

He stood by the window, took a deep breath, and looked towards the sea not far away.

Despite the astonishing speed of urban construction in Q City, Tyranny Club still uses the old city's seaside home court very "nostalgic", and even the club building is not far from the coastline.The conference room, lounge, and some player dormitories are all facing the sea. Standing by the window, you can see the lighthouse by the sea, the slight waves on the sea, and the seagulls that fly across the sky from time to time.

Zhang Xinjie stood in front of the window for a while, took off his glasses, and gently rubbed the center of his brows.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

He thought it was Tyranny's manager or press officer, so he casually said "Come in" and closed the window.But when he put on his glasses and turned to look in the direction of the door, he found that the person who came in was Han Wenqing.

"I just finished the meeting, come and take a look." The other party explained actively.

Zhang Xinjie nodded, and raised his hand to beckon Han Wenqing to come and sit on the sofa.

After Han Wenqing sat down, most of the sofa sank. He picked up Zhang Xinjie's speech script on the coffee table and flipped through it.

In fact, this speech is not long, less than 2000 words in length, and it is only two thin pages when printed.However, Han Wenqing looked very carefully—his eyesight had also deteriorated severely in the past two years, and he always wore a pair of bulky black-rimmed glasses when he was working. Now that he took off his glasses, he seemed at a loss.Zhang Xinjie sat down beside him, looked at his hand holding the script, and said nothing.

"I heard," Han Wenqing lightly put the speech script back on the coffee table, and asked hesitantly, "Are you planning to stay in Tyranny?"

"Well," Zhang Xinjie took off his glasses again, and continued pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm going to go to college... After all, it's a childhood dream."

"I haven't heard you mention it before."

Zhang Xinjie was taken aback, not knowing how to respond to this sentence for a moment.

But the other party quickly changed the subject: "How are you preparing for the press conference later?"

"There's nothing to prepare." Zhang Xinjie shrugged easily, "I'll answer whatever they ask."

Han Wenqing raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "It's almost time."

"Then I'll go there first—" Zhang Xinjie stood up, took the speech script on the coffee table, "You..."

"I won't go." Han Wenqing folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in a relaxed manner, leaning against the back of the sofa.

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhang Xinjie's eyes: "I thought you came here to go to the press conference with me."

"What am I going to do?" Han Wenqing lowered his eyelids and entered the state of closing his eyes and meditating. "You don't need me to support you now, do you?"

"No need," Zhang Xinjie smiled silently, "I'll go there first."

He left the lounge, closed the door behind him, and heard a slight "click" from the lock.

Han Wenqing took a short nap in the lounge, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already 40 minutes later.

After having his own office, he hasn't used the lounge for a long time.But in the short 40 minutes he fell asleep, time seemed to flow backwards rapidly from him - at this moment, he suspected that he was ten years ago, or earlier, when he was still the captain of Tyranny when.He sat up propping up the soft leather of the sofa, and saw Zhang Xinjie, who was still childish, pushing the door in wearing a short-sleeved shirt from Tyranny's youth training camp.

"team leader?"

He shook his head unconsciously, then nodded again.

"Are you looking for me?"

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Zhang Xinjie was already sitting on the sofa next to him, wearing the Team Tyranny uniform, and his brows and eyes seemed a lot more stable.

"Captain, I suggest you think carefully again. The tactics you planned before are too risky. I don't think we should compete with Excellent Era for consumption at this time..."

"Hmm..." Han Wenqing responded sullenly, and his eyelids naturally drooped. He seemed to hear Zhang Xinjie calling him, and then he felt a heaviness on his shoulders, a heat on the side of his neck, and opened his eyes again. When he was there, he saw Zhang Xinjie leaning on his shoulder, seeming to be dozing off.The furry head rubbed against the side of his neck, giving him the illusion that he wanted to sneeze.

He could almost confirm that he was dreaming, or a hallucination for no reason during the day, but he still reached out and rubbed the back of Zhang Xinjie's head, and even patted it lightly twice.

He still felt sleepy, and his consciousness seemed to be determined to make up for all the sleep he owed in the past, so he closed his eyes again.In a trance, he heard the sound of the door opening and the rustling of footsteps.He felt that he was roughly awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes, he just let the other party walk up to him lightly, as if bending down, and warm breath came straight to his face.

"Wen Qing?"

A hand stuck to his forehead, slowly moved down, and finally covered his eyelids.Han Wenqing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist.

"woke up?"

"Well," Han Wenqing opened his eyes and tried to sit up straight, "I had a dream."

"What?" Zhang Xinjie looked like he hadn't recovered from the press conference.

"I dreamed about the past..."

Han Wenqing is not a person who likes to reminisce about the past, and the occasional few "reminiscences" are almost all forced out by the media.

When he retired, a reporter asked him if he had any precious memories or unforgettable moments in his professional career over the past ten years.

"No," Han Wenqing shook his head, and replied decisively, "I only look forward."

The reporters in the audience were in a commotion, but this was indeed an answer in line with Han Wenqing's style.

But when he officially retired and completely got rid of the entanglement of the media, many pictures that have been dusty for a long time flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern from time to time.

He still stayed in Tyranny, became a member of the management team, went to work from nine to five every day, and went in and out of Tyranny Club as in the past—only his ID was changed, and this was not necessary for him—for Tyranny He has tried to play for more than ten years, and he can "swipe his face" to enter the club.He no longer set foot in Tyranny's training room, but occasionally he would still go to Tyranny's home stadium to watch games, and would appear in Tyranny's tactics meeting room from time to time, sitting in a corner without saying a word to "observe" the team's games Replay later.

These are some extremely ordinary moments in his work, the way of life he is accustomed to, but in the intervals of work, he occasionally loses his mind, and all kinds of messy thoughts can't get rid of in his mind.

For example, he would wonder why Zhang Xinjie didn't plan to stay at Tyranny to work, and he never mentioned the plan of "going to university" to him, but he didn't seem to intend to ask Zhang Xinjie who was right in front of him.

"How was the press conference?"

"It's going well, everything is according to plan."

"As long as nothing goes wrong."

Zhang Xinjie seemed to be taken aback when he heard the words, and gave him a slightly hesitant look.

"A reporter asked me about my plans after retirement," he chose his words carefully. "When I said that I didn't plan to stay in Tyranny, the audience seemed...to be in a mess."

"They probably didn't think of it." After Zhang Xinjie broke the topic first, Han Wenqing seemed a lot more relaxed, "I didn't think of it either."

"are you angry?"

"No," Han Wenqing shrugged calmly, "I'm just curious."

Zhang Xinjie took off his glasses without saying a word, and looked at the lenses carefully: "My thoughts are very complicated. Generally speaking, I don't want Tyranny to still be shrouded in my influence after I retire. I don't want Tyranny to become a team of just the two of us."

Han Wenqing didn't answer him, and lowered his head, looking thoughtful.

"If you want to listen, we can have a good chat—" Zhang Xinjie pointed to the direction of the sea outside the window, "Let's go for a walk."

"Now?"

"Let's wait for the reporters to leave... How about the evening?"

TBC