summer passerby

There were no classes on Tuesday, and around noon, He Ting went to Jiang Xindong's house to pick up the dog.

Before going out, he carefully washed his face and chose the cleanest pair of sneakers.

At this time, large black clouds piled up high in the sky, rolling into a thick ball of cotton wool, and the sky gradually darkened, only feeling gloomy.

Jiang Xindong's family lived on the edge of Xicheng, in a bunch of the most inconspicuous houses.He listened to the taxi, walked through an alley, and walked for 5 minutes before finding it.

The greenery in the community is sporadic, and the houses are quite old.There is a three-two breakfast shop in the alley, which is steaming hot, and the owner of the fruit shop next to him opened it early in the morning, occasionally yelling.

Looking around, it is full of fireworks.

Jiang Xindong was wearing the simplest T-shirt and shorts, and led Bian Mu to wait for him under a banyan tree at the gate of the community.

In the gray sky, the young man under the banyan tree was wearing white earphones, his hair was hanging slightly, his eyes were dark and bright, and he stood straight in a straight line, becoming the most dazzling scenery.

He Ting paused in the distance, a strange and indescribable palpitation came to his heart again.It seems that as long as he can catch half of the opponent's shadow, he will feel inexplicably happy and satisfied.

"This way." Jiang Xindong's hair was blown up by the wind, and a few strands of hair fell on the clean forehead, and he raised his wrist and waved at him.

He Ting trotted over and took Bian Mu over.Bian Mu rubbed one paw on Jiang Xindong's body, as if reluctant to give up.

"Huh?" He Ting knelt down to look at this ungrateful or ungrateful guy, feeling annoyed, "Er Qi, who rescued you?"

Erqi is Bian Mu's name, and the street where He Ting picked it up is called Erqi North Road.

"Be obedient," the person next to him also knelt down and rubbed the fluff on Erqi's head, smiling nicely, "I'll take you to play next time." After he finished speaking, he looked up at He Ting, "I walked it this morning, We ate too."

"Thank you." He Ting is not usually a person who abides by the rules, so every time he says thank you solemnly, it feels a little awkward.

"It's okay, it's very good." Jiang Xindong waved his hand briskly, stood up and was about to leave.

He Ting had no reason to keep him, so he had to adapt to the situation and whisper goodbye.

The person in front took a few steps, then suddenly turned his head to stop He Ting: "You can call me next time you are sick."

"Uh-huh."

The gloomy cloudy sky was painted with gorgeous colors because of Jiang Xindong's last words, He Ting led the dog all the way with the corners of his mouth raised, and didn't even care too much about the strong wind blowing in the sky.

That is a few minutes of effort, the wind and rain, sand and water splashing.He Ting hugged Er Qi in his arms, and found a dilapidated roof in the alley to take shelter.

The rain was falling obliquely, and He Ting's trousers were completely wet, and a few large drops of rain fell from the eaves from time to time, hitting the bridge of his nose, and then scattered and jumped on his chest.He was afraid that Erqi would get wet and get sick, so he turned to face the wall, so the rain fell into his stamina, and slid down his back to his waist, icy cold to his bones.

He didn't know how long he stood there, but in the hustle and bustle of the wind and rain, he heard someone calling his name.

"Hey listen!"

Once, twice, the sound of rainwater falling into the concrete floor was clearly audible.He realized that this was not an auditory hallucination.

Suddenly, his back no longer fell into the water, and the ground under his feet became a pure land.He Ting turned around, and saw Jiang Xindong holding an umbrella standing no more than a foot away from him. The background was rough and indiscriminate rain, like a gray water curtain, but the person's eyes were shining , He Ting couldn't look away.

"It's raining too much," Jiang Xindong said, holding the umbrella a little closer to He Ting, holding He Ting's shoulder firmly with one hand, leading him into the umbrella, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go to my house first." .”

"Is it convenient?" He Ting's hair was half-wet, his eyelashes were wet, and tiny drops of water slid down his cheeks, reflecting a faint and delicate luster on his smooth skin.

The eyes protecting Er Qi are very firm.

Jiang Xindong's heart softened for no reason, and he took him over: "It's convenient."

The rain was still splashing down, and the water strings on the edge of the umbrella were falling fast.The two walked side by side holding the same umbrella, and many bright stars floated in He Ting's heart.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes met Jiang Xindong's upright nose, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed.

For a moment, he just wanted to kiss her.

On a summer day with continuous rain and dull air, he wanted to kiss her.

"Look at the road!"

As soon as the reminder sounded by the people next to him, He Ting bumped into a raised stone under his feet, couldn't hold on, and staggered and sprained his foot.

Fortunately, Jiang Xindong quickly grabbed his shoulders, and he didn't fall down.Erqi in his arms was also startled and curled up into a ball.

"..." He Ting felt ashamed.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Xindong was still holding his arm, the firm and scorching temperature rubbed against his skin through the cotton cloth, making He Ting's heart itchy.

"fine."

"Be careful," Jiang Xindong withdrew his hand and reminded him again, "There are many gravels on this road."

"Ah."

Walking into the elevator, He Ting realized that most of Jiang Xindong's body was wet, presumably the umbrella was on He Ting's side just now.

Half of his own trousers were also dripping, and Er Qi was the only one in the entire elevator that was not drenched in the rain.

The two looked at each other, and then looked at Erqi together, with smiles on their faces.

"Thank you." He Ting repeated again.

On weekdays, he can flirt with Xu Ming, and joke with Zong Gu. I don't know why he said these two words the most to Jiang Xindong.

"Small things," Jiang Xindong downplayed, suddenly remembered something, and raised the corners of his mouth half-jokingly, "I really want to thank me, I usually spend less time in class and use my brain more."

"Oh," He Ting turned his head away, and replied very perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it."

Jiang Xindong: "..."

Meng Banmei and a golden retriever stood at the door waiting for them.She was holding two towels in her hand, and as soon as she saw people coming back, she hurriedly sent them, muttering: "It's wet, wipe it off quickly."

Er Qiyi was so excited when he saw the golden retriever, the two dogs played together at the door.

"My mother." Jiang Xindong winked at He Ting.

"Hello, Auntie." He Ting rarely took the initiative to greet a stranger once.

"My dog, Hudou." Jiang Xindong squatted down and stroked a few golden retrievers.

"Come in quickly," Meng Banmei arranged the slippers for him, looked at He Ting for a while, and sighed, "Xiao He's skin is really good."

"Hey." Jiang Xindong was helpless, why not praise his skin, she is not a girl.

Meng Banmei chose to ignore him, and continued to talk to He Ting: "It's raining too much, let's have lunch at our house in a while."

"Will it be troublesome?" He Ting also learned to be polite.

"No trouble," Meng Banmei closed the door, saw that the back of He Ting's clothes were all wet, and the trousers were all wet, so she rushed to the people in the room and said, "Dongdong, bring a change of clothes for Xiao He."

Jiang Xindong's eyes fell on He Ting's face, he was not sure if a kid from a rich family like He Ting who lived in a luxury apartment with every inch of land would have a cleanliness addiction and would not be used to wearing other people's clothes.

But He Ting didn't show any expression, let alone refuse.

Jiang Xindong took it as his acquiescence, and went to the closet to grab a T-shirt and threw it to him.

Even though it was windy and rainy, the heat in July remained unabated, and the clothes on the back stuck to his skin, making He Ting very uncomfortable.

In fact, Jiang Xindong's concerns are correct, He Ting is picky, doesn't like being touched by strangers, let alone wear other people's clothes casually.

But Jiang Xindong is different from others, he was an accident and a special case.

It was raining heavily outside the window, He Ting closed the bathroom door, put on Jiang Xindong's T-shirt, and wrapped himself in a special clean and refreshing smell.

It's like... hugging each other.

He leaned against the door and closed his eyes silently, but fortunately, the loud thunder outside the window overwhelmed the bewilderment in his heart, and some surging emotions seemed to overflow.

He took a deep breath and knew better than ever that he fell in love with Jiang Xindong.

Meng Banmei is in her late fifties, her hair is simply coiled up, and she always has a smile on her face.She kept the house clean and cozy, cooked the usual three dishes and one soup for lunch, put all her strength into He Ting's bowl, and spoke softly and kindly.

He Ting couldn't help thinking enviously, if his mother was still around, he would look like this.

He Wenbin gave him a lot of money, but never gave him company or care.Living in indifference and neglect all year round, people gradually become numb.

The word "home" in his dictionary is more precious than gold and rarer than treasures.

Because he didn't.Rare things cost more.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Xindong noticed that He Ting was absent-minded, chewed a piece of meat for a few minutes, and shook his chopsticks in front of him.

Meng Banmei hurriedly asked: "Is it not delicious?"

"No." He Ting shook his head, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and he forced a smile, "I am, I haven't eaten at home for a long time."

Jiang Xindong felt a bit of bitterness from that smile, and felt uncomfortable.

"Come here often in the future," Meng Banmei expressed regret, and went to He Ting to pick up some food, "Auntie cooks for you."

"Ah."

Can't ask for it.

After the meal, Jiang Xindong went to cut the fruit, and when he brought it back, he unexpectedly found that He Ting and his mother were happily chatting.

"Dongdong was very good at mathematics when she was a child and won many awards."

"sharp."

"Don't look at him calm and calm now, he even got into fights with others when he was in elementary school."

"Really? Can't tell."

"He still has a scar on his chin from that time."

He Ting raised his eyebrows, and tilted his head to look at Jiang Xindong's chin, but couldn't see clearly.

Meng Banmei: "It's not obvious. He used to..."

"Mom—" Jiang Xindong coughed and interrupted her, "Should you go to the hospital?"

"Oh!" Meng Banmei remembered important things, packed up for a while, and left with the soup.

Only then did He Ting know that Jiang Xindong's father was ill in bed all year round, Li Man was the one who found the newest hospital bed, that's why they came to give him extra lessons.

Without this complicated relationship, he probably would never have met Jiang Xindong in his life.

It was rare for him to have a modicum of respect for his stepmother who had little contact with her.

The weather outside was fine, and when he learned that Jiang Xindong was going to practice guitar in the afternoon, He Ting thought it was time to say goodbye.

Unbiased, when he was about to go out, he bumped into Ai Siyi who came to deliver fruit.

He Ting stood in the entrance with his chin resting on his shoulders, making sure that this was the female drummer who had been rumored to be having an affair with Jiang Xindong.

The appearance of this person made him feel irritable for no reason, which is simply called jealousy.

"This is my child in class, He Ting," Jiang Xindong pointed to the two people at the door and introduced each other, "My neighbor, Ai Siyi."

The word "neighbor" made He Ting feel at ease, at least it was much better than "girlfriend".

He Ting's eyes fell on Ai Siyi for a few seconds, and the other party was also looking at him. During the brief confrontation, neither of them spoke first, as if they had pressed the mute button, and the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

"Thank you auntie for me." Jiang Xindong was the first to break the silence.

"Well, eat early while it's fresh," Ai Siyi thought for a second, then asked again, "Gao Yang asked if we would go to the movies later."

Jiang Xindong leaned against the door, his tone was light: "No, let's practice the piano."

"Okay..." Ai Siyi hesitated to speak, with a slight disappointment on her face, and finally left.

Jiang Xindong is polite and polite to everyone, but it is strange to have this attitude towards his girlfriend.

He sounded a little thoughtful, and pretended to test casually: "My girlfriend is pretty."

In fact, he was extremely nervous, and kept glancing at Jiang Xindong from the corner of his eyes, for fear of missing any tiny details.

"What girlfriend?" Jiang Xindong stood up, not paying much attention, "It's just a friend."

There was a gust of drafts blowing in the room, the breeze blowing across the face, blowing away the fine bangs, He Ting lowered his head, his eyes flashed with excitement.

The door was still open, Jiang Xindong turned his head to look at the person standing at the door with his hands in his pockets, and there was a sentence written on his puzzled face: Why don't you leave?

He Ting curled his lips, stretched lazily, and said like a child playing tricks: "Going home is so boring."

Jiang Xindong: "So?"

He Ting raised his head and met the other person's gaze: "I want to watch you practice the piano."