summer passerby

Speaking of the encounter between He Ting and Jiang Xindong four years ago, it can be considered bizarre.

He Ting's mother left early, and his father was always between career and new family, and rarely accompanied him.

Childhood is not considered bad, because grandma is still there.I spent every summer with her, fishing and sketching in the fresh air in the suburbs, and having a delicious meal with a special taste of home.

In the third year of junior high, his grandmother passed away, and He Ting suffered for a long time.Later, He Wenbin bought him a valuable apartment next to the school and hired an aunt who cooked. From then on, the father and son began to see each other once every few months.

He Ting prefers "useless" fun, such as painting and photography, and has no interest in science.He Wenbin was the proud son of heaven when he was young, and he was a high-ranking man in middle age, so he couldn't accept that his biological son didn't excel in school.He had never really educated He Ting, and the father and son had very little time to see each other, but they had a paranoid desire to control He Ting's academic performance.

One time he smashed dozens of He Ting's paintings, and after that, conflicts between the two broke out frequently, and they quarreled on the phone without meeting each other.

Jiang Xindong appeared in this tug of war where the outcome was indistinguishable.

He Ting was 17 years old that year. Like many rebellious and dandy high school students, he skipped classes, lied, and never passed mathematics.

Jiang Xindong is 21 years old, studying in the Department of Mathematics of University A. His father has been troubled by illness all year round, and his family background is ordinary. Although he plays in a band, he never thought of making a living from it.

Through the relationship between He Ting's stepmother Li Man and Jiang's mother, Jiang Xindong became He Ting's Nth math tutor.

The first time they met was on a morning during the summer vacation of He Ting's senior year in high school. There was no love at first sight scene, on the contrary, there was a bit of tension.

He fell asleep in the first class and made Jiang Xindong wait outside the door for 10 minutes.

When opening the door, Jiang Xindong's face was visibly slumped, but he restrained himself.

He Ting admits that he has little knowledge. When it comes to mathematics majors, he always thinks of honest and simple boys with thick black-rimmed glasses.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xindong is completely different—he has straight eyebrows, a straight nose, a height of 1.8 meters, simple and clean clothes, a black piano bag on his back, and earphones, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets. casual.

To sum it up simply, it looks better than He Ting imagined.

However, He Ting hated all the mandatory arrangements He Wenbin made for him, and Jiang Xindong was not immune.

He brushes his teeth and washes his face during class time, dozes off in a daze during class, and looks for a test paper for 10 minutes...

Jiang Xindong's good temper was exhausted, he stood up to pack his things before class was over, and jokingly said to He Ting: "Why are you as slow as an old man in his 80s at such a young age?"

Teenagers are the time when they are young and energetic, and they have to listen to what they hear, He Ting scolded back with a black face: "Are you sick?"

Seeing his angry appearance, Jiang Xindong smiled instead, folded his hands on his chest, and said leisurely: "If you don't want to be talked about, just live like a young man."

The words were not pleasant, but they were the truth, and He Ting was depressed all day long.

In the end, he couldn't tell whether he was angry with Jiang Xindong or himself.

He Wenbin stubbornly believed that He Ting should go abroad to study business.In order to fight against him, He Ting devoted himself to breaking the cans and smashing, made a lot of drinking and meat friends, smoked and clubbed, and indulged in entertainment.

Once a person is lazy, all dreams and fighting spirits become daydreams.That night when He Ting walked into the studio, he suddenly realized that the easel was covered with a thick layer of dust, and he hadn't painted for a year.

In the past few years, he has really lived without a human appearance.

The first meeting with Jiang Xindong broke up badly, He Ting thought that he would not come again, but unexpectedly he came home again the next day.

He Ting would not treat Jiang Xindong differently just because Jiang Xindong once said that he was in pain, he was still stubborn and resolutely carried out the matter of being a bad student to the end.

The turning point of the matter was that He Ting picked up a stray dog, a border shepherd who was more than two months old, and was thrown in the garbage dump by the owner. His whole body was dirty and his legs were injured.

The dog reminded him of himself—a neglected individual with no real home.

He took the dog to the hospital for an examination, and brought him back to the apartment to raise. The puppy defecated at home, bit the sky and the ground, and whined in the middle of the night, which made him very broken.

Jiang Xindong is not physically abused, he insists on teaching He Ting mainly because his mother owes Li Man a favor.

When he heard that this dog was picked up by He Ting, he was slightly surprised.He Ting, whom he heard from Li Man, was a spoiled, ungrateful, and prickly rich second generation. Seeing him in the past few days really didn't disappoint him—he didn't respect the teacher, didn't study hard, and he deserved a beating. .

But seeing He Ting caring for Bian Mu carefully, he felt for the first time that Bian Mu was not so annoying, nor as hopeless as others said.

He thought of He Ting's stern face cleaning up the urine but couldn't bear to scold him and even thought it was amused.

During the fourth class, he told He Wenming seriously: "You have to train it."

He Ting only tried it yesterday, maybe it was an improper method, but the effect was minimal.He frowned deeply, resting his hands on his chin, with an expression of shutting up if you can.

Jiang Xindong has a golden retriever in his family, and he is very familiar with the art of controlling dogs.He went to the kitchen to get some meat, and within a few minutes taught the border shepherd how to make some simple passwords.

Jiang Xindong, who trains the dog, is patient and gentle. The sparse morning sunlight refracts on him and the dog through the glass window, and the slender silhouette outlines a warm sun.

He Ting raised his eyebrows quickly, it was the first time he felt warm and peaceful in this deserted room.

Suddenly, an extremely bizarre impulse popped up in his heart - he wanted to keep this picture forever.

Later, He Ting found clues that he fell in love with Jiang Xindong, and found that this might be the first time he fell in love. It was so subtle, it was as small as a drop of lemon juice falling into a mineral water bottle.

It's just that mineral water has become lemonade since then.

The second time I was tempted even more strangely and violently.

It was in a bar called Yinchao.

In fact, Yinchao was far away from his home, and He Ting ran all the way there, mainly because Xu Ming said that he was broken in love.

Xu Ming is his high school classmate, both of them have a solid family background and stable grades all year round.

The first floor is the performance stage and dance floor, and the second floor is the booth.Xu Ming had reserved a deck in advance, and it was in the front and middle position, which happened to be able to have a panoramic view of the performance downstairs.

The thoughts of a 17-year-old boy are unspeakable secrets, which must be kept secret and hidden deeper than the sea.

After drinking for half an hour, He Ting didn't find out anything. He didn't know who Xu Ming really liked, and he didn't know how he fell in love.He could only immerse himself in drinking with him, and he felt a little dizzy after drinking a few cups.

There are more and more people in the bar. The warm-up band downstairs has just come out and is adjusting the sound and instruments.

"You sit down first, I'll go to the bathroom." He Ting stood up and walked outside. On the way, he heard a burst of cheers, as if the opening band was about to start singing.

After 2 minutes, the noisy crowd gradually calmed down, and the soft music sounded. He Ting wiped his hands and came out of the bathroom. The lead singer's deep and melodious voice slipped into his ears unsuspectingly:

When the sun comes up in the morning

When the windblow supinthealley

……

The magnetic voice, clean but powerful, slowly trickled into the blood of He Ting's limbs like running water, and with a few words, he was stunned in place.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, as if suddenly his heart was caught by something, melted into the gentle and charming night, and trembled.

The music in my ears was still playing, someone was swinging and dancing beside me, and someone stopped to listen carefully.

This is a delicate and slow song. The lead singer's voice is unique, like a spring breeze and drizzle, gentle with sourness. The singer is attentive and the listener is emotional.

He Ting turned his head and looked towards the stage, only seeing a few black figures from the back in the dim light, and couldn't see anything else clearly.

The 5-minute song is not long, and it is a bit short compared with some large-scale performances, but the listeners feel as if they have experienced a round of joys and sorrows.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into applause and cheers, and He Ting was still standing in the corridor immersed in the ending sound.

"Please step aside." Someone shouted at him behind him.

"Oh." He Ting came back to his senses, and found that he was standing in the center of the aisle blocking the people behind him, so he hurriedly stepped aside, and was still a little dizzy when he walked back to his seat.

On the seat, Xu Ming's eyes were red. He didn't know if he was sad or he had drunk too much.He Ting found a place closest to the stage and sat down, picked up a glass of wine in his hand, and looked towards the place where the opening band was.

Three young boys, a keyboard player, a bass player, a vocalist and guitarist, and a girl who is a drummer.

The bar is dimly lit with neon lights, people are swaying on the dance floor, and the lead singer is bowing his guitar.A beam of white light hit him on the stage, and his black loose shirt was tucked into black jeans, making him look too tall and slender.

"Next, it's a fast song," the lead singer held the microphone stand, and swept the auditorium briskly, "I'll give you a piece of "No"."

It is said that the sound will be slightly deteriorated when it is transmitted by electrons, but when the sound reached He Ting's ears, he was still a little surprised.

This voice... I always feel that I have heard it somewhere.

Half a second later, the lead singer raised his head and looked at the deck on the second floor.

Red and blue neon spots slid across Jiang Xindong's face, his hair was parted in the middle, scratched with pomade and bent finely, just revealing his straight and handsome nose.

He Ting saw the people on the stage clearly, and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

Jiang Xindong spoke again, and there seemed to be something different in the singing from the previous song. It was still a clean voice, but a little more wild, wild and youthful.

In the middle of singing, Jiang Xindong let go of the microphone stand and performed a solo with the guitar in his arms.He lowered his head, his bangs covered his brows, and his right hand swept the strings with a familiar and forceful speed that dazzled people.

He couldn't understand music, he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, he only knew that every note seemed to hit his heart, his eardrums vibrated with the beat of the drum, his heart was beating violently and couldn't stop.For a few moments he even felt that his soul had gone out of his body and flew to the strings of the piano.

Jiang Xindong on the stage was like a gravitational luminous body, shining brightly, and He Ting couldn't take his eyes off him at all.

At the end of the performance, Jiang Xindong and the rest of the band bowed on the stage. There were girls screaming in the audience, and Xu Ran who was beside him also yelled "Crush" several times with the team.

Until the next band came on stage, Jiang Xindong's voice was still slowly echoing in He Ting's ears. There was a word called breathtaking, which probably meant this. He felt that his heart and soul were no longer with him.

"What's wrong with you?" Xu Ming was very surprised to see He Ting's distraught appearance.

He Ting looked up in a daze, and found that the wine in his hand hadn't been touched, and his expression was a bit strange: "It's nothing, I drank too much."

After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, maybe because he really drank too much tonight, maybe because the lighting in the bar was too ambiguous, when He Ting raised his hand to touch his face, he felt a little hot.