summer passerby

One morning three days ago, He Ting was taking pictures of models in the studio when he suddenly received an overseas call from his father.He Ting felt strange, since the incident four years ago, the relationship between the father and son had dropped to freezing point, and there was almost no possibility of any relaxation.In the past few years, He Wenbin never took the initiative to contact him, and he even thought that they would be like this for the rest of their lives.

He Ting picked up the phone, and He Wenbin's hoarse and tired voice came from the other side of the ocean through electromagnetic waves, saying that He Chenxing was diagnosed with leukemia a few days ago, and begged him to return to China for a bone marrow match.

He Ting on the other end of the phone froze in place, his mind was still a little dazed, and when he realized it again, his eyes suddenly turned red.The assistant in the studio had never seen him look so bewildered, and hurriedly asked what was wrong.

He Ting frowned, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke: "My brother is sick, and I want to go back to China."

Today is sunny and sunny, exactly the same as the day he left four years ago.

As soon as He Ting got off the plane, Zong Gu called directly, saying that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and asked him when he would have dinner together.

"Everything will be done except tomorrow." He Ting was dressed in simple light-colored casual clothes, and dragged his suitcase to the airport to take a taxi. The July sun was scorching the earth, and there was a humid and hot smell in the air.

When the taxi arrived, he opened the trunk and stuffed a large 28-inch suitcase into it.The day before, he had packed his New York apartment in just two hours.After four years, he only brought back one box in the end. There were very few things, and it was no worse than when he left. Maybe he is destined to not take anything with him.

The driver was about to get out of the car to help carry the luggage, but found that the guest had already moved, so he turned to look at him.A young man in his early twenties, with his hair tied up at the back, a few fragmented bangs on both sides, a straight nose under sunglasses, fair features, and looks very much like the male star her daughter has been chasing recently, but is it her? Not sure either.

The driver was about to strike up a conversation, but He Ting just took off his sunglasses, his eyes were full of fatigue, and his whole body exuded an air of indifference, so she had no choice but to swallow the words in her mouth.

The taxi merged into the long driveway at the intersection, and the car was very air-conditioned. He Ting had a moderate sleep, and after waking up, looked carefully at this familiar yet unfamiliar city through the window.

The dilapidated buildings four years ago had already been demolished. Many high-rise buildings were pulled up out of thin air, and the toughened glass reflected dazzling light under the sunlight.The old street where he and Jiang Xindong used to eat spicy crayfish seemed to have changed, but before he could take a closer look at the taxi, he led him past, and when he turned back, he was blocked by a bus again.

The driver played the noisy traffic radio, and the hostess' voice sounded: "Then let's see what song the next listener will order?"

"This is Ms. Wu from Zhenjiang. She wants to order a new song "Like" by the popular band Crush as a present for her boyfriend, hoping that he can feel the love in the lyrics. Listeners who know the Crush band must know that they are close The songs in the past few years have been more sad, but this new song has a cheerful rhythm. I wonder if it has something to do with the recent scandal of the lead singer Jiang Xindong? But here, we want to wish Ms. Wu..."

When He Ting heard the name Jiang Xindong, his heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his hands subconsciously, sweating slightly.He thinks that his memory is very bad, thinking that he has been separated for so many years, and many feelings will disappear with time, but he never expected to hear everything related to him from other people, and his heart still beats violently.

Gossip, new songs, joy.

He Ting leaned on the seat, frowned involuntarily, then suddenly thought of something and laughed at himself, he was the one who said they broke up at the beginning, so now he has no right to care about whether there is a scandal.

Even if Jiang Xindong announces that he is going to get married tomorrow, it has nothing to do with him. There are too many people queuing up, and it is not his turn to be jealous.

Lyrical rock music was played on the radio, and Jiang Xindong's magnetic and gentle voice lingered in his ears.He Ting closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He has heard all the new songs of Crush, singles on repeat, never tire of listening to them, but he only listened to this song once.Because starting from 3 minutes and 12 seconds, there will be a sweet and greasy female voice and Jiang Xindong singing "I Like You", which is very like two couples in love expressing their love to each other.

And that sweet female voice is the new female singer Dai Ruobei who is now rumored to be having an affair with Jiang Xindong.

Just thinking about this, when the destination arrived, He Ting sat up like a spring and paid the fare, and got out of the car before the tired harmony began.

He Chenxing lives in a private hospital, located in the economically developed east district of Wang City, the environment is elegant and the cost is naturally high.He Ting dragged his suitcase into the small garden of the hospital. A boy in a white hospital gown sat on a rocking chair and played with his mobile phone. The afternoon sunset slanted on his beautiful face, and a dragonfly was beside him. The flowers are flying and stopping, the picture is very beautiful.

He Ting stopped and carefully looked at the boy on the rocking chair. His hair was still there and he was in good spirits. He didn't look like a sick person.His tense nerves along the way finally relaxed, and he let out a breath. Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he imagined.

"Brother!" He Chenxing stood up excitedly after seeing the person coming, and ran all the way to hug He Ting.

The last time the two brothers met was last summer, He Chenxing flew to New York to visit him, and a year passed in a blink of an eye.He Ting rubbed He Chenxing's hair, and jokingly said: "The boy is quite energetic, does the doctor allow you to bask in the sun?"

"Yes, yes," He Chenxing quickly defended, gesticulating with his hands up and down because of excitement, "Didn't I hear that you are coming today, so I came here specially to wait for you."

He Ting smiled and took out two boxes of chocolates from his backpack and threw them to him. He Chenxing liked this brand of chocolate very much, but it was not easy to buy in China.

He Chenxing opened the package with a smile, and fed it into his mouth in one gulp. His eyebrows were bent like the moon, and he was full of youthful air, not at all what a patient should be.The mouth of the person who was eating the sweet chocolate became very sweet: "Brother, you are getting more and more handsome."

"Smart words." Hearing what he said, he was still happy in his heart, at least He Chenxing could still talk to him.

The evening glow dyed half of the sky red, and the sun set halfway down, making it cool and pleasant.The two sat in the garden chatting, He Ting deliberately avoided the topic of illness, and talked about trivial things, but He Chenxing didn't care, and took the initiative to bring up what happened on the day of the diagnosis, and regretted that he couldn't do it tomorrow. Go to a Crush concert.

Less than three hours after returning to China, this was the second time he had heard about Jiang Xindong. He Ting felt a little helpless, and couldn't avoid it, because he was too popular now.

"You're coming back this time." He Chenxing paused, and looked at He Ting cautiously, "Will you meet Brother Dong?"

He would fly to New York to meet his brother every year, but he always felt that He Ting was unhappy. Even though he was smiling when he spoke, his eyes were always covered with an inexplicable emotion, which might be sadness or maybe it was Melancholy.

And this emotion is especially obvious when others mention Jiang Xindong, such as now.

Sometimes he even felt that He Ting's high spirits would remain forever in that summer four years ago.

He Ting lowered his head, the bangs on both cheeks cast a shadow on his eyes, without hesitation: "No."

Oh, the phone is full of Crush songs, and the paintings in the New York apartment are all Dong Ge, but now they deny it.

He Chenxing sat on the chair and pouted: "It's a pity that my concert ticket is still a VIP seat." After speaking, he quietly raised his head and looked at He Ting, implying, "It would be great if someone could watch it for me gone."

"Ask your other classmates." He Ting knew what he meant, and didn't let go. His face immediately turned cold, and he picked up his luggage and was about to go out. "You have a good rest, and I will come to see you tomorrow."

He Chenxing is good at everything, the only problem is that he likes to mention Jiang Xindong in front of him, and he always asks this and that without giving up.

"Brother..." He Chenxing stood up and held down his suitcase, wanting to say something, when a few drops of bean-sized blood suddenly flowed out from his nose, and hit He Ting's hand with a "slap", He Ting's heart ached. It also sank a bit.

He Chenxing's nosebleeds were flowing more and more, like a faucet that couldn't be stopped, and the white shirt was instantly covered with shocking red.

He Ting was taken aback, and hurriedly took He Chenxing to deal with it.The doctor is very experienced, He Ting couldn't help, so he could only stand aside and worry, the nosebleed had stopped at least, He Chenxing smiled brightly at him with a big painted face, and said calmly, it's nothing, I'm used to it up.

He Ting wiped away the blood under his nose with his fingertips, feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't want to affect his emotions. He suppressed it and consulted the doctor about He Chenxing's current situation. He didn't drag the box away until he heard that He Wenbin was going to the hospital soon. .

A few years ago, He Wenbin bought him a valuable commercial house in the city center, but He Ting didn't plan to live in it. Before he came back, he rented a house by himself. It was not big, but it was clean and refreshing.

After taking a shower, He Ting went to the balcony to look at the scenery. The buildings of the city were hidden in the dark blue night sky, and there were faint stars in the distance.

People always like to make meaningless confessions, and He Ting also has this problem.

He began to regret it a little. If he hadn't left for four years, would he spend more time with He Chenxing?Or, if he was here, would He Chenxing not have contracted the disease at all?

But he can't come and go, if it wasn't for He Chenxing's illness this time, He Wenbin would never ask him to come back.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and it was a text message from He Chenxing: Brother, I stuffed the concert ticket in your backpack, so just throw it away if you really don't want to go.

this kid...

He Ting frowned and opened the backpack, and there was indeed a Crush concert ticket inside, a blue paper ticket stub, the workers' stadium, the second row of VIP seats, and the time was [-] o'clock tomorrow night.

When I called back, He Chenxing had already turned off the phone.He Ting had no choice but to put away the concert tickets, went back to the house and looked up some information related to leukemia, then took out an orange round plastic box, took out a few medicines, took it and was about to go to sleep.

But it was restless all night, recalling too many past events, tossing and turning, getting up from the bed in the middle of the night, dark circles were obvious, holding the concert ticket in a daze, and finally put the ticket stub under the pillow, and then reluctantly fell asleep.

In the dream, he vaguely returned to the summer when he was 15 years old, his grandmother was still there, He Chenxing didn't have leukemia, and he didn't know Jiang Xindong yet.By the small river in the countryside, the sun was shining brightly and the years were quiet. Grandma patiently explained to He Chenxing how to fish. He was drawing with a drawing board at the side. With a flick of the brush, the paper was immediately covered with dots of paint...