summer passerby

The windows are bright and clean, and the sky is clear.

Jiang Xindong lowered his head to write and draw on the draft paper, his back was slightly bent, and his long and thin knuckles were bent when holding the pen, revealing the thick calluses on the pads of his four fingers.

The two were very close, the ink smell of the book was gradually replaced by the fresh shampoo smell, and there was a hint of sweetness in the breeze.

He Ting looked at the densely packed numerical formulas on the draft paper, but his mind was still full of the phrase "like".

Jiang Xindong said he likes him.

Seeing the other party's calm expression after speaking, it's definitely not the kind of liking He Ting wanted.

But these four words, as long as they come out of that mouth, are enough to make him full of reverie.

"Hey listen?"

"Hey listen!"

Jiang Xindong called him twice, He Ting finally came to his senses, but still looked confused.

The other party picked up a pen and tapped his head: "Are you listening?"

He Ting's voice was very small and not very confident: "Yes, right."

"Really?" Jiang Xindong frowned, pointing to the graph on the draft paper, "What did I just say?"

He Ting returned his dull eyes: "How much?"

"..." Jiang Xindong put down his pen, folded his arms and asked him, "Did you wander off to Mars?"

He Ting returned him in a daze, and was about to say something when the door of the study was knocked several times, and He Chenxing's weak voice came from outside the room:

"Brother, I have a stomachache."

"What's the matter with you?" He Ting frowned and stood up to open the door, only to see He Chenxing curled up on the ground clutching his belly, his lips were pale, and his forehead was sweaty, and Erqi groaned next to him, walking back and forth worriedly.

"Eat some...ice cream." He Chenxing's voice became smaller and smaller, and he didn't dare to look at He Ting at first.

The milk and bread on the coffee table in the living room remained untouched, but there was a can of ice cream that was mostly eaten.

He Ting was a little angry. When he bought it yesterday, He Chenxing clearly promised him that he would only eat it in the afternoon, and he would not eat too much.

"How did you promise me yesterday?" With a stern look, he knelt down and put one hand on He Chenxing's stomach, carefully touching it a few times.

"Don't blame him yet," Jiang Xindong also walked over and knelt down, stroked He Chenxing's forehead, wiped off his sweat, and asked warmly, "Can you stand up?"

He Chenxing shook his head, his eyes were moist and a little red, he didn't know if it was pain or he was frightened by He Ting's fierce words, he just huddled into a ball in aggrieved way: "I was wrong, brother."

He Ting's heart softened inexplicably, and he hugged He Chenxing, his voice softened a lot: "Now take you to the hospital."

He turned around and shrugged at Jiang Xindong, meaning that in the current situation, there was no way to continue the class.

Jiang Xindong understood, walked a few steps to the entrance to open the door for him, and said, "I'll accompany you."

There was a lot of people in the hospital, but fortunately Jiang Xindong was there to help line up and pay the bills, so He Ting was not in a hurry.

The result of the diagnosis was stomach cramps caused by cold, so he took the medicine and accompanied He Chenxing on the hospital bed for drips.

He Chenxing had vomited once in a taxi before, crying in pain. Although he calmed down now, his eyes were wet and his eyelashes were still stained with tears.

Jiang Xindong brought some hot water from the outside and fed it into his mouth mouthful.

He Ting didn't want to blame him anymore, so he gently wiped away the tears on his face with a tissue, and sat on the bedside and whispered to him the children's story he just found on his phone.

"On the endless African prairie, there are crowds of antelopes, bustling with each other..."

He Chenxing doesn't seem to be interested in children's stories, but is full of curiosity about the African savannah.

"Brother, why does the antelope look like this?"

"Apart from antelopes, what animals are there on the grassland?"

"When is the great migration of animals? Why do they migrate?"

He Ting just wanted to tell a story in a perfunctory manner, but he didn't expect the child to have so many problems.He wasn't impatient, and he was frightened by He Chenxing in the morning. He was still angry at this moment, so he squeezed the space between his brows and sighed: "Why don't you just change your name to Hundred Thousand."

The words are not serious, but children are sensitive, and they can tell if adults are in a good mood as soon as they hear it.

He Chenxing lowered his head, curled his lips and dared not speak.

He Ting regretted that he shouldn't be angry with the child, but for a moment he was speechless, moved his mouth and couldn't speak.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

"In fact, the migration time of different species in different regions is different," Jiang Xindong said with a smile on his face, and took the words seriously and gently. "To be precise, animals are migrating 365 days a year."

With bright eyes, He Chenxing quickly forgot the unhappiness just now, and continued to ask him questions.

Time passed by, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and various potions.He Ting propped the back of his head with one hand, quietly listening to Jiang Xindong's popular science on the African savannah for the people on the hospital bed.

He found that Jiang Xindong has a kind of magical power, no matter how noisy the environment is, it can make people jump out of disturbed or restless emotions and calm their minds.

The sun was shining like fire, and the muggy summer wind was blowing over. He Ting tilted his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of Jiang Xindong's beautiful lip line moving and closing out of the corner of his eye.

It seemed that the longer he spent with this person, the more he felt moved.

No matter, no matter his appearance, talent or personality, Jiang Xindong has moved him in every way.

He Ting leaned against the armchair and closed his eyes without saying a word.He had an ominous premonition that he would be in deep trouble this time.

Half an hour later, He Chenxing took a sip of water contentedly, and couldn't help but admire Jiang Xindong in his eyes.

He tugged at He Ting, who had been silent all this time, with stars in his eyes: "Brother, you can take me to the African savannah in the future, I want to see the great migration of animals."

After that, he pointed to Jiang Xindong and added: "Call this brother, and he will go with him."

He Ting thought to himself, I would like to, but they may not be willing.He pinched He Chenxing's little face, and said leisurely: "I can take you there. You can ask him yourself whether this brother will go or not."

"Are you going?" He Chenxing turned his head and asked Jiang Xindong, his eyes widened slightly moist.

It seems that the He family members have a pair of eyes that are irresistible. When Jiang Xindong looked at the pupils in front of him, what appeared in his mind was He Ting, who was drunk and eagerly looking at him with slightly red eyes.

Suddenly, there was a softness in his heart, and after a few seconds of pause, he replied: "Go when you have time."

It was already half an hour later when Li Man arrived at the hospital.When the sound of her high heels clicking at the door of the ward, He Chenxing's face was full of disappointment.

Because he knew that Li Man would take him home.

Li Man is wearing a famous brand, with exquisite makeup, but his hair is strange, half curled up and half unbuttoned, like a doll that has failed in styling.

In the morning, half of her hair was permed in her barber shop, and He Ting received a call saying that her son had been admitted to the hospital, and she rushed over in such a hurry that she didn't care about her hair.

People are still angry.

He greeted He Ting with a cold face, but scolded He Chenxing when he saw He Chenxing.

He Ting felt that some of her words were actually meant for him, and she was suspected of accusing Sang and scolding Huai.For example, "I know I have a bad stomach, but I still want to buy ice cream", "Why don't you have breakfast first in the morning".

But it was true that something happened to him, and he was tired after working all morning, so he didn't bother to explain.

He didn't want to embarrass Jiang Xindong, so after making sure that He Chenxing was taken over, he dragged him to leave the hospital.

A few minutes after he came out, He Wenbin's call came.

They scolded He Ting head and face, from the matter of He Chenxing's admission to the hospital to the matter of He Ting's choice of major, in short, they went through all the old accounts that could be turned over.

He Ting reckoned that the phone call would not be over in a short time, so he covered the phone and turned to Jiang Xindong, "You go first."

The other end of the phone was still crackling, and he had a headache. He suspected that the father and son were enemies in the previous life, and they collected debts from each other in this life.

Otherwise, why would it be like dynamite every time I speak.

"I just told you last night that he has a bad stomach. You turned around and went to buy a box of ice cream?"

"I said, when he bought it yesterday, he promised me to eat only a little each time."

"Then why does he eat so much?"

"How do I know, when I..."

"If you cared more about him, how could he be admitted to the hospital?"

"Fuck...then why don't you pay more attention to me? Last time I was hospitalized, where the hell are you? Your youngest son is important, but I'm not a human being?"

……

A few minutes later, He Ting hung up the phone and squatted on the sidewalk exhausted, rubbing his hair with one hand and covering his face with the other, he didn't care about people coming and going.

Too tired, he and He Wenbin seemed to be living in two unrelated worlds, with barriers between them, unable to communicate.

Everyone envied him for casting a rich baby, but no one knew the pain of being left out in the second marriage family.

He Wenbin's undisguised partiality these years, He Ting thought that he could pretend not to see and slowly forget, but at this moment, those big and small things that were neglected and forgotten in the past suddenly broke the cage of memory, and swarmed over him in an instant .

He Wenbin will hold a birthday party for He Chenxing every year, but he can't always remember his birthday;

He Wenbin would pick up He Chenxing from school when he had time, but he never picked him up, not even once;

……

Many pictures came to my mind, and a sense of grievance and powerlessness followed.Every little detail is vivid, clearly saying: He Chenxing is He Wenbin's favorite son, He Ting, you are just dispensable.

He was looking forward to it, but he was already disappointed.

He thought he didn't care, but he didn't dare to care.

The sun was scorching and the air was sticky. He just felt overwhelmed.

The phone vibrated again, and He Wenbin kept calling.He Ting hesitated for a moment, but still picked it up.

There is no intention to stop the drums and drums, and the threat is still menacing.

He Ting was already tired of such fruitless quarrels, and raised his thumb to hang up, but the phone was snatched away suddenly.

With great strength, Jiang Xindong grabbed the phone, put it to his ear and started talking to He Wenbin.

"Hi uncle, I'm He Ting's tutor, Jiang Xindong."

"While his brother was eating ice cream, I was giving him a lesson, and the study door was closed, so he didn't see it."

"I saw that He Ting had prepared breakfast for his younger brother early in the morning, and I blamed me for starting class before the child finished eating."

"It's okay, He Ting is very obedient, and his grades have improved a lot recently."

……

The sun was shining brightly, He Ting squatted on the ground and looked at Jiang Xindong's body as if covered with a layer of light. He was in a daze for a few seconds before he realized that he was trying to defend him.

Jiang Xindong's voice is clear and calm, polite and sincere.If He Ting didn't catch his frowning, he would think that he said these words without emotion.

For a few moments, He Ting even felt that Jiang Xindong's expression was cold, as if he was more angry with the people on the phone than him.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xindong hung up the phone and handed him the phone over his head.

He Ting heard him say easily, "It's done."

Jiang Xindong's remaining warmth was still on the phone, He Ting was reluctant to put it back in his pocket, so he held it tightly in his palm.

The temperature seems to become a contagious liquid, spreading to the limbs and bones a little bit, and even the depressed and pessimistic heart can feel the warmth.

He Ting hadn't eaten all morning, and was a little dizzy when she stood up from the ground.

Jiang Xindong walked over, under the scorching sun and in the streamer, firmly held his wrist, firm and powerful, and said earnestly and firmly: "Come, come home with me."