summer passerby

In just this half of the summer vacation, He Ting went to Jiang Xindong's house to eat more times than he had with his father this year.

He is not good at dealing with the world, but he knew that Meng Banmei really cared about him, so he reciprocated, and went to the mall to choose an elegant silk scarf before dinner.

Passing by the entrance of a trendy brand store, there is a letter "J" in the middle of the peaked cap displayed in the display window, and the appearance of Jiang Xindong wearing it emerges in his mind.

I bought two, the black one for Jiang Xindong and the white one for myself.Immediately brazenly defaulting to couple outfits.

Meng Banmei only planned to cook two small dishes today, but after hearing that He heard about her birthday, she went to the vegetable market to buy more meat. Seeing that the birthday star brought a gift, she hurriedly said politely: "Why did you bring us something for your birthday? ?”

"I often come here for dinner," He Ting said with a smile, "I'm sorry."

Boys don't have so many oblique politeness and politeness. Jiang Xindong took the hat and took a look, then patted He Ting's shoulder with his palm naturally, and said lightly, "You have a good eye."

After finishing speaking, he went into the room and took a book and handed it to He Ting: "A present for you."

A light flashed in He Ting's eyes, unexpectedly, Jiang Xindong prepared a gift for him, and a lot of joy jumped in his heart.

However, the next second I almost choked when I saw the title of the book:

"College Entrance Examination Mathematics Fundamentals 2000 Questions"

Grass!

Good guy, he can't finish a lot of materials, and now he has 2000 more questions out of thin air.

Meng Banmei leaned over to take a look, and cast admiring glances at her son: "This gift is good, and the most important thing is to study in the third year of high school."

"Ha..." He Ting's smile condensed on his face, but he could only nod in front of his aunt, "You're right."

Jiang Xindong didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, and said leisurely above He Ting's head: "I'll buy it for you after I finish writing."

He Ting: "..."

Jiang Xindong: "There is also "Decisive 800 Questions" worth doing."

Meng Banmei: "Dongdong, go buy it if you have time, I'm afraid he won't find it."

Jiang Xindong: "Okay."

He Ting: "..."

The sunset was infinitely beautiful, and the sky was full of red clouds. Meng Banmei was busy in the kitchen, and He Ting was sitting on the sofa in the living room, feeling complicated.

It stands to reason that Jiang Xindong's first birthday gift to him is worth cherishing, and maybe it should be placed by the bedside to read every day, but as soon as he saw the title of the book, he... died.

Jiang Xindong saw He Ting's listless look while holding the book, and teased with a suppressed smile, "Why, do you dislike my gift?"

He Ting glanced at him listlessly, his expression was half aggrieved and half helpless: "No, I can't finish five or three... 2000 questions..."

I almost cried like that.

Jiang Xindong couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and decided not to tease him anymore: "Actually, I bought this by chance when I went to the bookstore a few days ago. I just found out about your birthday last night, and I didn't have time to buy a gift. I will give it to you in a few days."

"Oh……"

He Ting suddenly felt that he had come back to life, but he calmed down and thought about it carefully, didn't Jiang Xindong have been playing tricks on him just now?

The young man became angry and immediately threw the book back to the other party: "You can do the questions you bought yourself."

The book drew a parabola in the air and landed steadily in Jiang Xindong's hands.

"Don't make trouble." Jiang Xindong came over and stuffed the book back into He Ting's hand.

He listened unconvinced, and wanted to throw the book out again, but was suddenly detained.

Jiang Xindong looked at him condescendingly, his slender fingers pressed down on his thin left shoulder forcefully, and the pad of his thumb landed on the collarbone, which was a little hot.

"Get up!" He Ting struggled a few times, trying to stand up.

The person above pushed him even harder onto the sofa, with his legs against his legs, and his right shoulder was also pinched at the same time.

He could barely move, raised his head, and bumped into a pair of black and bright pupils.

The two looked at each other, and even the floating dust in the air rippled in the blink of an eye.

The way Jiang Xindong looked at him was so gentle and focused that he had a certain illusion—as if the other party was also in love.

He froze for a moment, but his lips were still wet after eating the fruit, as if they were stained with softness in the warm light.

The fresh scent of shampoo entangles with the golden light of the setting sun, creating a somewhat unknown weak electric current and ambiguity.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Dongdong, come here for dinner!" Meng Banmei's long cry cut through the weird atmosphere.

Jiang Xindong seemed to come back to his senses, let go of his hand immediately, and went to the kitchen without looking back.

In the quiet living room, a needle could be heard, He Ting was sitting on the sofa, still in a daze.

He seemed to catch a glimpse of panic from Jiang Xindong's eyebrows that had just turned around.

Curious and expectant, He Ting tried to find clues to prove his conjecture, but the other party showed no flaws.

"That exercise book is really for you." Jiang Xindong came out of the kitchen with a meal, and regained his usual calm look, "Your foundation is weak, so finish that exercise book first before doing anything else."

He Ting raised his eyelids lightly, and found that there was no wave in the other party's eyes.

"If you want to go abroad in the future, you may not necessarily take the college entrance examination?" Jiang Xindong handed him the job bowl, calm and calm, "You don't have to finish all the five and three."

He Ting turned his gaze back, he didn't know whether it was disappointment or a light "Oh" indifferently.

When Meng Banmei heard the word "going abroad", she asked like most elders who cared about the younger generation: "Which country is He Ting planning to go to? What major is he studying?"

In the past, He Ting felt that it didn't matter where she went to university, and it was okay to go abroad.But when this topic was brought up again today, he suddenly felt a little repulsive.

Intuitively, after going abroad, the intersection between him and Jiang Xindong will be pulled apart, like two straight lines on the same plane, once they are staggered, they will only run in two different directions, and finally get farther and farther away from each other.

He was reluctant.

"I'm not sure yet." He Ting lowered his eyes, a trace of boredom flashed across his expression.

Jiang Xindong accurately sensed He Ting's emotions, explained a few words for him, and changed the subject by the way.

After eating the cake in the evening, Jiang Xindong went to the supermarket downstairs to do some shopping, and went out with He Ting by the way.

Their building is relatively old, and the elevator moves slowly. The doors open and close like slow sloths, and sometimes they have to wait for more than ten minutes.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and while waiting for the elevator, Jiang Xindong asked him suddenly: "You don't want to go abroad?"

After asking, he felt a little regretful. It was obvious that He Ting didn't want to talk about this topic today, but he wanted to know the answer inexplicably and uncontrollably.

He attributes this to status.

He was considered half of He Ting's teacher, and it was not uncommon for a teacher to want to know the students' plans for the future.

"It didn't matter before." He Ting pondered for a moment in the hazy light, his eyes shifted to him inch by inch, his voice was almost imperceptibly gentle, "I don't want to go now."

"Why?" Jiang Xindong continued to ask.

The dim yellow light above the head creates a little charm.

He Tingyang stared at him intently, with burning eyes, as if he wanted to dig three feet out of his eyes and dig out something different.

But Jiang Xindong always looked back calmly and without emotion.

Some words were about to burst out like a rocket soaring into the sky, but they were extinguished by the extremely calm and even cold eyes of the other party.

After more than ten seconds of silence, He Ting looked like a deflated ball, lowered his eyelids, and sighed into the empty space: "I don't want to learn English."

"Ding!" The elevator happened to arrive, and the door opened slowly.

Jiang Xindong let go of the palms that were tightly grasped at some point, raised his legs and walked in, and said in the calmest-sounding tone: "There is still time to learn."

"Let's talk." He Ting lowered his head, the white light in the elevator cast a shadow on his eyelids.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and asked, "Do you think I should go abroad?"

The two looked at each other quietly, and Jiang Xindong didn't hesitate: "Yes."

"Why? Abroad must be better?"

"According to your current grades, it is difficult to enter a good school in China, and you will have more choices when you go out." Jiang Xindong tried to discuss things from the perspective that is most beneficial to He Ting, "What I mean is, never give up anything you can do. A chance to make yourself better."

As the elevator descended slowly, the annoyance reappeared in He Ting's eyes, wrapped in a bit of disappointment.

What Jiang Xindong said was right, and he was also thinking about him.It's just such a pure analysis that makes him feel too rational and lacking in temperature.

The closer you are to rationality, the farther you are from sensibility.

He hoped that Jiang Xindong would say "up to you", then he would at least have a reason to argue with He Wenbin to stay.

But the other party said very rationally, "Yes."

It seems that he doesn't have much memory of him, and he doesn't care much about coming and going.

Maybe Jiang Xindong really only regards him as an ordinary friend, or just a poor student with no family to care about.

No matter which one it was, it made He Ting, who had other fantasies, feel disappointed.

There was a small tingling pain in his heart, even if Jiang Xindong brought up other topics later, he just answered absent-mindedly.

When he walked to the door of the supermarket, Jiang Xindong stopped him: "You seem to have something on your mind?"

He Ting looked aimlessly at the ground, paused, and said, "No."

Jiang Xindong nodded and watched He Ting leave, but he felt uncomfortable.

He had a vague premonition that what He Ting was looking forward to, this expectation was more important and grand than watching a movie or eating a delicious meal.

Most of all, the expectation seemed to concern him.

It was already midnight after returning home from KTV, He Ting was smoking on the balcony alone.

The evening wind in the [-]s was considered cool in the hot summer, and the bangs were blown away, revealing the smooth forehead.

Friends who celebrated his birthday together said that he was in a trance tonight and was out of shape.

Indeed, what Jiang Xindong said in the elevator was like a stick, which made him wake up a little bit.

He has been thinking about what kind of mentality he should have to like Jiang Xindong all night.

Humans are greedy animals. At first, they just want to say something more to each other and see each other more, but after a long time, they inevitably want more.

He would not be so disappointed if the conversation in the elevator today had been advanced by two weeks.

Thinking about it further, even if Jiang Xindong doesn't like Ai Siyi, it doesn't mean he likes the same sex or He Ting.

Before going out tonight, he accidentally opened a drawer in Jiang Xindong's bedroom, which was filled with various awards and trophies.

There are many national competitions for mathematics music.

Jiang Xindong never took the initiative to bring up his past honors, so He Ting's understanding of him was limited to such one-sided words as "smart", "good at math", and "can sing".

But one after another, it was as if he had clearly witnessed this person shining in the crowd since he was a child.

He Ting didn't care about these before because it had nothing to do with him.

But the intuitive picture of that drawer pulled him onto Jiang Xindong's life track in an instant.

Let him truly understand the gap between them.

He couldn't help wondering what kind of person Jiang Xindong would like.

Sophisticated?Outstanding?Probably at least half a drawer of awards.

Looking at myself again, I was in a mess, without any pride that I could show.

The person he likes is too good, for the first time, He Ting felt inferior and felt ashamed.

The wind messed up the ends of his hair, and he felt that he must be crazy, because he only expected Jiang Xindong to like him before.