summer passerby

The phone was quiet for several moments, and after a while, Jiang Xindong's calm and short summary came: "You drank too much."

He Ting put his hands on the balcony, his head was dizzy, and he didn't know what to say: "It's true that alcohol and you are hard to quit."

"He Ting," Jiang Xindong raised his voice and emphasized, "I'm not Zonggu."

He Ting looked at the scattered lights in the distance, licked his lips, and laughed softly: "I know."

He has always been covered with a protective film, and he has known him for many years. Sometimes Jiang Xindong still can't tell the truth from what he says, so he can only warn in a sullen and firm tone: "Don't go crazy with alcohol."

He Ting could imagine that when he said this, he must have frowned, and his usually gentle face was filled with irritability.

"I'm not crazy, I have a lot to say to you." He Ting worked extremely hard to organize his words, because he had a hunch that this might be their last chance.

His head was heavy and his eyelids were heavy. He rubbed his temples and continued to add in an almost humble tone: "Can I meet at the entrance of the art exhibition on my birthday? You can come anytime, and I will always wait for you."

"He Ting..." Jiang Xindong said with a bit of helplessness, "You don't want to..."

"Listen to me," He Ting wanted to talk calmly and rationally, but the other party's hesitation just hit his sensitive nerves, and his voice sounded eager and impatient, "You want to come, even if you treat me right now There is only one in a thousand...one in ten thousand...like, you have to come. Unless...you really don't have any feeling for me at all. "

The sound of breathing in the microphone was clearly audible, and Jiang Xindong remained silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about it.

He Ting's knuckles were protruding and whitening while holding the phone, and the other hand hooked the tab of the can, gulped down half of the bottle, and emphasized it again before Jiang Xindong could speak:

"I will wait for you that day."

Jiang Xindong sighed: "I have a job that day, it depends on the situation."

The alcohol molecules were restless, He Ting grinned, with a bit of joy and presumptuousness: "You haven't forgotten my birthday."

Jiang Xindong: "..."

The wine in the can was finished, and the phone call was finished.In the end, Jiang Xindong didn't say yes, and he didn't say no.

He Ting didn't decide on the exact meeting time, because the exact time was too short, and Jiang Xindong had no choice but to choose not to come.

He is willing to bet that Jiang Xindong still has a little feeling for him, that Jiang Xindong will not be cruel and really make him wait all day.

After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, the stone that had been stuck in his heart for a long time fell down, and the little monster locked in the dark room in his body finally stopped barking its teeth and claws.

Both he and it want to sleep peacefully.

Meng Si's family suddenly has something to do, and he has to leave tomorrow.After going to the art exhibition today, she communicated with Jiang Xindong about the work arrangement for next week in the car.

Jiang Xindong used to put her mobile phone on the navigation rack when she got in the car. When the phone rang, she glanced at it casually. It was a strange call.

However, Jiang Xindong seemed to be very familiar with the other party, and he knew who was on the other end as soon as he connected.

What surprised her was that the person on the other end of the phone was He Ting.

It seems to be the photographer I met in Thailand.

She intuitively felt that Jiang Xindong was more familiar with that person than she was.

After answering the phone, Jiang Xindong seemed to be a different person, twitching his knuckles incessantly, he seemed very upset, and he still couldn't remember one thing after Meng Si said it twice.

Clearly absent-minded.

The last time Meng Si saw both helplessness and annoyance on Jiang Xindong's face was when his father passed away.

On the way home, she couldn't help but wonder, for someone as proud and rational as Jiang Xindong, what is the identity of the other party that makes him feel helpless and upset?

Over the years, she has followed Crush all the way from the industry's small transparency to the first-line position. She has experienced various turmoil along the way, and has been hacked by the whole network. She thinks she knows every member. Speaking of it, Jiang Xindong's personality is the least likely to be in a band. .

His passion and enthusiasm are limited to the stage, and his face is completely different off the stage - calm and self-possessed, rarely angry, sharp when analyzing things, and clear-headed when solving problems.

Like a science student with a strong heart, but he is.

When Jiang Xindong first debuted, he went to participate in a decryption game variety show that was said to be the most IQ test. It is said that the completion rate of the guests was only about 40%.

As a result, he completed the two-hour checkpoint set by the show in less than an hour, and he didn't forget to stop halfway to help other guests.Most of the guests were sweating profusely in the end, but he was calm and calm.

On the day the show aired, this matter became a hot search. If it were another star, the audience would say that they had taken the script, but someone picked up on the Internet that Jiang Xindong High School entered A University with an Olympiad medal, which is the top three A university in the country. , and the members in Crush are all high-achieving students of A University, all of them are top students.

So that night's hot search changed from "variety show script" to "xueba band", and Crush attracted a wave of passers-by fans.

Occasionally, Meng Si also thinks, if the members of Crush chose their studies and bands, they must be shining in all walks of life now.

Just as she was thinking, Zhuang Gaoyang called and asked how the work was going next week. She told about Jiang Xindong's absence, and asked who He Ting was by the way.

Zhuang Gaoyang paused there for a while, finally sighed, and only said two words:

nemesis.

While driving, Meng Si was thinking about the meaning of the word nemesis. Thinking of Jiang Xindong, whose face was swollen from drinking the day before filming the MV in Thailand, he suddenly had a sixth sense, and came up with a bold but logical guess—could it be Ex?

As Jiang Xindong's predecessor, He Ting encountered some difficulties at work recently.

The films he made after returning to China received a good response in the market. When some celebrities began to cooperate with HOH, they asked him to be the director.

Yu Junxian will announce the work for the next period of time in the morning, the filming of six first-line big-name stars, two of which are here for He Ting.

This is a good thing in the first place, but a newcomer who is not very sociable in the workplace is too sharp and easy to attract criticism, such as today.

At the end of the meeting, He Ting heard two colleagues talking about him in the bathroom cubicle.

"The newcomer, He Ting, has only been here for a month, why did Sui Xiaohan ask him to take pictures by name?"

"I was also curious before. A friend of mine was his high school classmate and said his father was He Wenbin. Do you know who it is?"

"Who?"

"The CEO of Qiansheng Group, the major shareholder of Yangxin Entertainment and Xinyu Media, is said to have a red background."

"I just said, how could it be possible to win so many awards not long after graduation? It's all money?"

"Damn, I don't know if the prize is paid out of money, but it's true that people have a lot of resources just sitting around."

……

He Ting frowned, he has always been impatient with people who don't care.Moreover, right and wrong had already reached his ears, so there was no reason to swallow his anger.

He pushed open the door, walked out from the cubicle, and faced the two of them, his eyes full of jokes: "I've gained a lot of experience, so I can buy prizes with money. Hey, I'll give you money, go buy some for me." How about it?"

"Also, do you envy me for having a good father? How about I tell him someday and see if he wants to take in two more godsons?" He Ting said while washing his hands and drying them leisurely at the sink, by the way After trimming the broken hair, the action was done in one go.

The two who were caught by the party fell into an infinitely embarrassing situation. They didn't answer, and they didn't answer, their faces turned pale.He Ting watched for a long time and didn't think of their names. They must not be the photographers who supported the stage in the company, but they should be assistants or something.

When he was leaving, he turned his head and smiled, and left the last sentence: "I will set aside time when I take pictures of Sui Xiaohan next week. How about you personally come and ask her if she chose me because of my father?"

The two of them knew they were wrong, but they didn't expect that He Ting, who usually looked aloof and indifferent, was so proficient in his skills, there was no room for maneuver, so he could only stand where he was.

He Ting was in a good mood those few days, looking forward to meeting Jiang Xindong with all his heart, but he forgot about it not long after he left the company.

He started to share his daily life on his Weibo account, sometimes posting a newly purchased green plant, and sometimes sharing his favorite drink, because Jiang Xindong might occasionally see it when he swipes Weibo.

He had already made up his mind that on his birthday, he would confess everything, including this Weibo trumpet.He is looking forward to the wonderful expression on Jiang Xindong's face.

He purposely bought a light blue blazer, ordered a bouquet of flowers, and had a lot to say, but first he had to apologize to Jiang Xindong, so dress formally.

The day before his birthday, he neatly hung up his suit jacket and chose the scent of tomorrow's perfume.Just like when I was in elementary school and knew that I was going to go on a spring outing the next day, I was full of joy and excitement, but I still forced myself to sleep, because too heavy dark circles would make me unlucky.

The dreams that night were bright and sweet, and he seemed to have returned to four years ago in the dream.