summer passerby

Crush love is like riding a roller coaster, the mood often rises and falls with the other person's eyes and words, sometimes in the clouds, sometimes in the valley.

He Ting is now hanging in mid-air.

There were rustling sounds in the room, and a string of yellow lights lit up in front of the bookshelf. Jiang Xindong was using the lights to concentrate on trying to figure out the clues on the cup.

He Ting didn't want to wait any longer, and moved over to stand in front of him, his dark eyes gleaming, and asked him, "Why did you follow me into the mechanism?"

Jiang Xindong paused, and slowly shifted his gaze to his face. After a while, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and replied very calmly: "I'm afraid your brain is not enough."

"...Then why did you lie to me?"

"What are you lying to?"

"You said you triggered the mechanism yourself."

"I didn't lie to you, the organ automatically closed after you went down, and I triggered it again."

Logical coherence, no flaws.

Jiang Xindong sat halfway on the cabinet, with his long legs bent, raised his eyebrows lightly: "Why are you so concerned about this?"

"I..." He Ting was left speechless when asked.

I suspect you have other ideas about me, but I have no proof.

And it can't be ruled out that I'm self-indulgent, so I don't dare to ask more.

He Ting's eyelids drooped, and he waved his hands slightly annoyed: "It's okay, just ask me."

They met almost every other day this summer vacation, and Jiang Xindong took him home for dinner and took him out to play.

But if you count it carefully, most of the time it is just frolicking, and there are very few heart-to-heart conversations, let alone any heart-to-heart words to each other.

Jiang Xindong may have a tepid soul living in his body, he is polite to everyone and keeps a distance.

He Ting was always unable to figure out his thoughts.

Interpreting his calm, calm, or flustered expressions is similar to doing reading comprehension.

Perhaps the consideration between one or two pauses is quite different from the original intention.

This made He Ting feel distressed.

"What are you two talking about?" Zhuang Gaoyang leaned over and asked, "What did you find?"

"No," Jiang Xindong bowed his head and said, "Look for clues."

Seeing that he was still holding the cup, Zhuang Gaoyang said with a bit of disgust in his words: "It's not that I said, you've been staring at that cup for almost 5 minutes, and you should have seen the inscriptions on the ceramic..."

Jiang Xindong: "..."

Zhuang Gaoyang dragged his chin with one hand, thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Why are you... a little abnormal today?"

Jiang Xindong subconsciously glanced at He Ting, who was lost in thought and didn't pay attention to the conversation between Zhuang Gaoyang and him.

He put the cup on the cabinet, stood up and clapped his hands, and replied, "It's hot."

After the dark room, Jiang Xindong's IQ regained the high ground, he talked less, and devoted himself to solving problems all the way.

The progress bar for exiting the secret room is pulled back at double speed, as if pressing the fast forward button.

They spent an hour and 15 minutes in the two-hour secret room.

The staff said that they broke the record and wanted to give away a doll. Boys are not interested in this kind of gadgets, so I let Ai Siyi choose.

Taking advantage of the time spent choosing dolls over there, Jiang Xindong handed He Ting the birthday present.

When He Ting returned home, he opened it, and found a matte black gift box, elegant and delicate, with several watercolor brushes neatly placed inside.

Not long ago, he seemed to casually mentioned that he wanted to change the brush, and Jiang Xindong made a note of it.

Changfeng sable hair, imported from Germany, even the model is carefully selected.

To be honest, it was purely an accident that he took the initiative to tell Jiang Xindong on his birthday, and he never expected to receive a gift at all.

All he asked for was a happy birthday, but Jiang Xindong seemed to have an insight into people's hearts, and he seemed to be able to take care of He Ting at his fingertips, and the gifts he chose were accurate and stable.

He sounds a little selfish, I hope Jiang Xindong will not treat all his friends so well.

After walking the dog, he still felt flattered. He clicked on John Lennon's profile picture on WeChat and said, "The gift is very practical, thank you."

Jiang Xindong never answered him, but He Wenbin's call came first.

The family of three over there just went to Europe for a round of fun. Judging from the status of Li Man's circle of friends, they should have returned the day before yesterday.

The background on the other end of the phone was noisy, and it was He Chenxing's sweet voice: "Brother, I want to play with you."

It's strange to say that He Ting has no relationship with Li Man, but He Chenxing is very attached to him.

Perhaps it was because he and He Chenxing would go to live with his grandma for a while every summer before, and they developed feelings for each other.

Or maybe it's simply because of blood relationship.

Sometimes the likes and dislikes between people are metaphysics, and no one can tell.

"Now?" He Ting checked the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and it was getting dark.

"Well," He Chenxing whispered over there: "The place they brought me here is so boring, I want to visit you for a few days."

In addition to being bored, He Chenxing actually has other little plans. When he stays at home, he has to practice piano, learn English and calligraphy every day.There is no need to go to class at my brother's place, and there are many fun things to do.

He heard: "Then you give my dad the phone."

He Chenxing obediently sent the mobile phone to the person who was socializing next to him: "Dad, brother is looking for you."

He has figured out how to go to his brother's house to play.

Mother generally disagrees, because she thinks that her brother's academic performance is not good, which will lead him badly.

But my father hopes that the two brothers will have more contact, so it is most important to get father's permission directly.

Dad will convince Mom.

An hour later, the driver took He Chenxing downstairs to his house.

Before going to bed, He Wenbin told He Ting a lot of things on the phone, and the father and son almost quarreled again.

The quarrels are still those old fights, what major to choose in college, and whether to continue painting.

He Wenbin felt that he was not authoritarian and his son was not up to the mark, he just paved the way for him from the perspective of someone who had experienced it.

He initially chose a major for He Ting, finance or management.

The country has also been chosen, the UK or the US.

Other options will not be considered until He Ting presents a sufficient reason.

Holding the phone, He Ting felt that lead was poured from his toes to his scalp, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

He has no interest in financial management at all.

He has raised his opinion and explained the reasons eight hundred times, but has He Wenbin ever heard a sentence?

there has never been.

In the living room, He Chenxing and Erqi were having fun, and the moonlight was scattered on the balcony. It should have been a pleasant evening, but he was annoyed by the phone call.

He Wenbin was still babbling, occasionally adding a few words of personal attack, He Ting felt tired, and cut off the call before his father could say more bad words.

When Jiang Xindong came to teach He the next morning, he found that there was a little boy in the house.

The child was sitting on the carpet in the living room with the dog in his arms. His eyes were watery and his voice was soft. When he saw him, he greeted him politely: "Hello!"

"Hello," Jiang Xindong looked at He Ting blankly, "This is?"

"My brother." He Ting just got up, brought a glass of milk and bread from the kitchen, and said to He Chenxing: "Come and have breakfast, brother is going to class, you can play by yourself."

He Chenxing glanced at the bread, curled his lips coquettishly: "But I want porridge."

He Ting walked over to rub his hair, knelt down to comfort him patiently: "Be obedient, I don't have time now, I will take you to have porridge at noon."

He Ting's cheeks were still stained with drops of water from washing one minute ago, reflecting the crystal light in the morning light, from Jiang Xindong's perspective, the contours were soft and the skin was bright.

"Okay." He Chenxing nodded obediently.

The air in the morning was quite fresh. He Ting walked to the wall and opened the window, and there were occasional cicadas singing outside.

When he turned around, he found Jiang Xindong holding his hands and looking at him with great interest and smiling.

He froze for a moment and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Xindong shook his head, "I thought you wouldn't like children with your troublesome character."

"He's quite afraid of children," He Ting raised his chin slightly in He Chenxing's direction, "but he's different."

"Oh?"

"He is obedient," He Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, "and he likes me too."

Jiang Xindong followed his words with interest and asked back: "As long as others like you, you will like to go back?"

After the words rushed out of his mouth, he realized that the question was stupid.

Just like many people have confessed their love to him, he will not like to go back to everyone.

He Ting paused, raised his eyes casually, and said vaguely to the air: "No one else would like me."

Jiang Xindong knew that He Ting would not be sensational, let alone show off deliberately.Although he said it lightly, he really thought so in his heart.

This feeling is like a thick tire running over a gravel road. It can't be said to be piercing, but it does have a faint sense of discomfort.

He could only look at He Ting and said firmly and seriously: "Then you may have underestimated yourself too much."

He Ting chuckled, narrowed his eyes, and a smile spread across his face, staring at him mischievously and asked: "Then do you like me?"

There was fine dust floating in the air, He Ting's bright and black eyes stared at him motionlessly, and his beautiful facial features shone brightly in the fragmented light cut by the sunlight.

Jiang Xindong's heart trembled suddenly.

He couldn't tell whether the other party was sincere and sincere, or just asking casually.

He couldn't figure out any answer.

I don't know when it started, it seems that as long as He Ting is by his side, rationality and calmness become an elusive shadow.

It was the last time in the Chamber of Secrets, and it is also today.

Does he like He Ting?

As a friend, I must like it, otherwise I would not invite him to the secret room, and I would not have carefully checked the information for an hour in order to send a suitable gift.

But at this moment, he looked at the look in front of him that seemed to be full of expectation, and suddenly his throat was stiff and he couldn't answer—he wasn't sure that He Wen's liking package contained other meanings.

In the summer of more than [-] degrees, when the wind passes around the hair, it is always hot.

He Tingquan saw Jiang Xindong's hesitation.His pupils tightened slightly, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was bit by bit. After waiting for too long, the corners of his lips were a little stiff.

Jiang Xindong wanted to comfort him, but even the comforter couldn't say that he liked him.

Then comfort would appear superfluous and cheap.

In fact, Jiang Xindong can directly say that he doesn't like it, or doesn't feel it, it doesn't matter.

But this look of wanting to speak but not wanting to hurt others made He Ting feel sad.

The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, and he suddenly felt that this prank was not fun at all.

So he raised the corner of his mouth in self-deprecating manner, turned around and walked into the study, and said in a low voice, "It's time for class."

He shouldn't have asked this question, it's too disrespectful.

No straight guy would answer such a boring and embarrassing question.

A strong wind blew in the living room, the curtains were rolled up, and light and shadow danced on the ground following the changing shapes of the curtains.

The wind blew past my ears, bringing with it the mixed smell of summer.

After a few seconds, he heard the person behind him say, "I like it."