summer passerby

He Ting's mind was in a mess, and in the next few days, he didn't take the initiative to contact Jiang Xindong.

During class, he stopped laughing and joking, asking this and that, and turned back to the alienated and indifferent He Ting.

Jiang Xindong's phone suddenly became much quieter, and even Meng Banmei noticed it, and asked him, "Why hasn't He Ting asked you questions recently?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xindong plucked the strings in his hands, thoughtful.

Apart from the band members, he doesn't have many friends, and He Ting is one of them.

When he was 14 years old, his father had a car accident and became permanently disabled. Meng Banmei supported half of the family.

He was educated since he was a child to be sensible, to work hard, and to share the pressure for his parents.

Looking back on the first half of my life, being a good student in the eyes of teachers and a good son in the eyes of parents has accumulated too many responsibilities and expectations, and I dare not slack off at all.

Always being pushed by life.

When I met He Ting, I seemed to have glimpsed another possibility of life - free and easy, selfish, and lazy.

These qualities are not necessarily commendable in the eyes of the world, but Jiang Xindong envies, and occasionally he also wants such a life.

The most important thing is that He Ting is very real, laughing is laughing, and anger is anger.Getting along with him doesn't have to be roundabout and tactful, it's always relaxed and happy.

It was undeniable that he was attracted by He Ting, and he didn't really want to lose this friendship.

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to He Ting:

"Tomorrow, Yi Fan and the others have booked a ticket for the escape room, do you want to go?"

In fact, he already rejected the invitation yesterday, but now he has other ideas, if He Ting wants to go, he can accompany him.

He Ting quickly replied: "I'm not going."

Jiang Xindong stared at the four words on the phone in a daze, He Ting was acting strange recently, as if he wanted to alienate him on purpose.

When did it start?

Since his birthday.

Looking back more carefully, it seems to be after the conversation about whether to go abroad.

He continued to ask: "Have you been busy recently?"

"I have a bit of a cold." He Ting replied.

This is not a lie, yesterday he was blowing the wind on the balcony all night, and today he felt dizzy.

Jiang Xindong always felt that He Ting couldn't take care of him well, so he frowned, and told him carefully: "Remember to take medicine, go to sleep after eating, and call me if you need anything."

"Yeah." He Ting touched the screen a few times with his thumb, and every time he touched it, he felt a little warmer in his heart.

He only decided to keep a distance from Jiang Xindong a few days ago, but now the other party only said a few words of concern, and his determination began to waver unapologetically.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xindong asked him, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eat." He Ting held the phone and turned it back and forth. He wanted to say that he didn't have a fever again this time, but the text message was sent: "Are you going to the secret room to escape?"

"go."

He Ting pondered for a moment, then replied: "Then add me."

The secret room escape is on the edge of the east city, and an old building has been transformed into secret rooms with different themes.

The theme they chose was the ghost of the mansion, which lasted for two hours.

When He heard it, Jiang Xindong and Ai Siyi were still on the road, and he heard Zhuang Gaoyang ask: "Didn't Brother Dong say he can't come, why are you coming again?"

Yi Fan replied: "Who knows, maybe you're bored at home?"

Zhuang Gaoyang looked at He Ting and sighed, somewhat comfortingly: "I didn't tell you yesterday that playing escape room with Brother Dong was not a good game experience."

He Ting looked puzzled: "Why?"

"Too fast." Yi Fan answered.

"Huh?" He didn't understand.

"He deciphers too fast," Zhuang Gaoyang pushed up his glasses, shaking his head while explaining, "Men can't be too fast, otherwise there will be no fun."

He Ting: "..."

"However, I specially chose this theme this time. It is said on the Internet that the troops will be divided into two groups, and they will meet only halfway through." Zhuang Gaoyang raised his eyebrows, "The three of us will enter the same room in a while, let him and Siyi share the same room , anyway, Siyi likes..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhuang Gaoyang suddenly realized that he missed something, as if he had eaten a fly, he hurriedly coughed a few times and shut up.

In fact, everyone knows that Ai Siyi likes Jiang Xindong, but no one can figure out Jiang Xindong's attitude.

He Ting turned away expressionlessly, pretending not to care.

In fact, my heart is not happy.

On this occasion, he seems to have no right to be in the same room with Jiang Xindong.

Jiang Xindong and Ai Siyi arrived 5 minutes before the opening.The clerk asked how they planned to divide into two groups, Zhuang Gaoyang raised his chin to the two who had just arrived, and said, "Just the two of you in one group."

He Ting turned to look at Jiang Xindong, there was no disturbance from the other party, neither agreed nor rejected, but Ai Siyi who was next to him nodded in agreement, so the five people were divided into two groups like this.

He Ting suddenly felt a little regretful, feeling that he shouldn't have come today.

Before putting on the blindfold, Jiang Xindong took the initiative to talk to him: "Wait for me later, I will give you a birthday present."

A few days ago he would have smiled and asked what it was, but today he didn't ask anything, just simply said thank you.

Polite and rusty.

Jiang Xindong frowned uncomfortably, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the clerk and sent into the secret room.

In the house of the three, Zhuang Gaoyang and Yi Fan had rich experience and perfect understanding, and they opened two secret rooms with a few clicks.

Only 26 minutes had passed, and He Ting muttered to the timer on the wall: "I think you two are pretty fast too..."

After leaving the room and entering the living room, there were sounds of women's high heels clicking and children laughing strangely in front of them.

The light flickered on and off, and a woman in white clothes with disheveled hair could be vaguely seen standing by the opposite wall.

Zhuang Gaoyang was so frightened that his legs went limp, he hugged He Ting's shoulders and did not move. Yi Fan also hesitated and did not step forward.

At this time, Jiang Xindong and Ai Siyi happened to come in from the corridor.Ai Siyi was obviously also surprised, and tightly tugged on Jiang Xindong's sleeve.

He Ting was already uncomfortable being hugged, but when he saw Ai Siyi and Jiang Xindong holding hands, he just felt upset.

Jiang Xindong walked towards him, He Ting turned his head irritably, not wanting to take another look.

A few seconds later, Zhuang Gaoyang's humanoid pendant was removed by Jiang Xindong, and He Ting felt relaxed.

"Yi Fan will take you two to look for clues here," Jiang Xindong calmly said, "He Ting and I will go over there to look for clues."

The side he said refers to the position where the woman in white is standing.

As soon as the words fell, He Ting was forcefully dragged over.

The appalling laughter around him grew louder, he glanced at Jiang Xindong: "I'm afraid too."

"It's all fake." Jiang Xindong said as he grabbed his wrist, the heat from his palm was printed on the skin through the fabric of the clothes, and the originally stiff limbs seemed to have opened up the acupoints, suddenly unimpeded.

A wonderful sense of solidity.

The familiar smell of shampoo permeated his heart, and He Ting's nose fluttered slightly, half of his temper disappeared in an instant.

They found a flashlight, He Ting tried to illuminate the surrounding walls, but accidentally illuminated the woman in white.

The woman suddenly looked up, her face was livid, her hair was messy, and the corner of her mouth was still stained with blood, she stared at him with a long and ferocious smile.

"Grass!" He Ting almost didn't throw away the flashlight, and stepped back suddenly, directly crashing into the arms of the person behind.

Jiang Xindong put a hand on his shoulder, and said calmly: "There seems to be writing on the wall where the NPC is standing."

The warm breath came from the side of the ear, a little itchy, He Ting shivered physiologically, and tilted his head unnaturally: "Why are you not afraid at all?"

He discovered that Jiang Xindong has an ability that can always calm him down in panic.

"It's just an actor," Jiang Xindong took the flashlight, looking for words on the wall calmly, "Maybe they will adjust the monitoring immediately after get off work and post a collection of your timidity on the Internet."

"Oh."

Thinking about it this way, it's really not that scary, and it's a little funny.

Ten minutes later, they found the key to the owner's bedroom.

He Ting was groping around the closet, but he didn't know what mechanism had been activated, when the ground suddenly opened and he fell straight down.

His lower body fell heavily on a pile of cotton wool, and it didn't hurt, but the sudden weightlessness made him swear.

Half a minute later, someone else seemed to have fallen, right at his feet.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Xindong's voice came from the left.

"It's okay. Why did you come down?"

"It just... triggered the mechanism." Jiang Xindong spoke quickly, and after finishing speaking, he called Yi Fan's name a few times at the top of his voice, as if trying to cover up.

But got no response.He thought for a moment and said, "It seems that we have to find a way to get out by ourselves."

There is no light in the dark room, there are walls everywhere, and the space is narrow, like falling into a square well.

"What should I do?" He Ting asked.

"Knock on the wall again, if the cotton underneath is not peeled off, maybe there is something."

He Ting felt a hand in the darkness, with distinct joints and slender fingers.He rubbed the fingertips of that hand a few times to make sure it belonged to Jiang Xindong.

He often practices the piano and has many calluses on his fingertips.

Jiang Xindong coughed a few times: "You grabbed my hand."

He Ting let go, with an innocent tone: "I can't see anything."

"I know, so do I." Jiang Xindong said.

"Then how do you know that it was my hand that grabbed you? What if it's an NPC?" He Ting asked.

"I know it's you," Jiang Xindong was very sure, after a moment of silence, he explained: "There can be no third person here."

There are no windows in the dark room, and the air is blocked, as if people are steamed in hot air.He Ting knocked on the wall for a few minutes, and there was already some fine sweat on his forehead.

He had a headache in the morning, fearing that the secret room would be too cold, so he changed his short sleeves into long sleeves before going out, how could he expect that the dark room would be so hot that he would feel dizzy.

Suddenly there was a faint light above his head, Jiang Xindong took his hand out of the cotton wool and patted it: "There is indeed a switch underneath."

The light was dim, but enough for them to see the strange shapes on the door and on the wall.Jiang Xindong wanted to study the patterns carefully, but he saw He Ting leaning against the wall and panting.

He leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's too hot." He Ting wiped his forehead, and started to unbutton his shirt with one hand.

He is wearing a light-colored printed shirt today, which has a more attractive style.

But fortunately, the person who wears it has straight eyebrows and a thin figure, which supports a retro fashion sense.

Three buttons were undone from top to bottom, revealing a delicate neck and clear clavicle.

Jiang Xindong looked down at him, a layer of flush appeared on his fair face, and tiny beads of sweat appeared, which seemed to be stained with a thin layer of water under the dim light.

"Fan the wind." As he spoke, He Ting lazily turned his eyes to the front, the tails of his eyes were raised and slightly moist, not realizing that his appearance was a bit seductive, and with one hand, he pulled the collar of his shirt a little further.

Jiang Xindong felt a little hot and dry, and the traces of his heartbeat were obviously aggravated.

He thought about what He had heard, the temperature in this dark room was indeed too high.

The dark room is about three square meters in size, so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing remains.He looked away, forcing himself to focus on the clues.

However, it is difficult for people to concentrate in certain situations, such as when it is too stuffy, or when the heart is throbbing.

Ten minutes later, He Ting began to wonder if what they said before, "Jiang Xindong deciphers it quickly" was an exaggerated compliment.

Because he opened the secret room, each figure on the wall represents a number, and the password can be calculated by adding, subtracting and subtracting.

It's not difficult, the answer is on the four walls, but Jiang Xindong never looked at the wall where he was standing.

When He Ting stepped out of the darkroom, the wind was blowing under his feet, he walked confidently and proudly.

Harm, what a mathematician, he is not as good as a scumbag at critical times.

Outside the dark room is another secret room, the study room of the mansion. They successfully joined three other people.

Zhuang Gaoyang put one hand on the bookcase in the secret room, mocking the two of them desperately: "Why is He Ting disheveled? What have you two been doing in there for so long?"

Jiang Xindong was studying with a prop cup, but he seemed to lose his grip and fell to the ground.

Ai Siyi on the side stood there in fear, her heart sank for no reason, she rarely saw Jiang Xindong so unsteady.

"It's too hot inside," He Ting said quite naturally, tugging at the neckline, "It's crowded and hot."

"I just said that this kind of mechanism is designed for one person," Zhuang Gaoyang pouted, "Brother Dong insists on jumping off."

He Ting considered this sentence for two seconds, and unbelievably intercepted the key point—so Jiang Xindong didn't trigger the mechanism to fall, but jumped down on his own initiative.

He suddenly raised his head and looked in Jiang Xindong's direction. The person on the opposite side was also looking at him, but when he caught the sudden sight, he looked away in a panic.

Dim light, messy study room, eerie sound, troublesome puzzles.

These are not important, He Ting was very sure that Jiang Xindong was avoiding his gaze just now.