summer passerby

The next day He Ting went to the hospital early in the morning, and He Wenbin was also there.He Ting originally thought that their father and son would quarrel when they met, but he didn't expect that He Wenbin had aged a lot with the naked eye, and his speech was no longer as strong as before. He followed him every sentence, and asked him why he flew back yesterday with concern. , nor say hello in advance.

He Ting smiled coldly after hearing this, and answered very perfunctorily: "It's not necessary."

No one knows better than He Ting. He Wenbin's attitude suddenly softened. It was only for his precious second son, He Chenxing. I heard that everyone who can do bone marrow matching has done it, and none of them are worthy. Now He Ting is He Chenxing's greatest hope. .

He Wenbin loves He Chenxing, so he can be heartbroken and humble for him; He Wenbin doesn't like He Ting, so he throws him thousands of miles away and ignores him.The inherent ruthlessness and indifference of the original family is almost incomprehensible to the neglected child.And the solution He Ting chose was to no longer have expectations for his biological father.

Li Man is He Chenxing's biological mother and He Ting's stepmother, she started to cry when she saw He Ting, she said sorry for not caring much about you before, and then hugged his hand and begged him to save Xing Xing.

He Ting actually didn't have much feeling for Li Man. Although he was a stepmother who was indifferent and didn't care about him before, at least she hadn't been a monster in front of him. Coupled with the filter of He Chenxing's own mother, it couldn't be called annoying.

Just being annoyed by crying, He Ting found an excuse to sneak out of the ward, and briefly discussed the bone marrow matching with the doctor.Everyone probably thinks that he is cold-blooded and ruthless. Li Man and He Wenbin's worry and tension are engraved on their faces. I believe that they would not beg him if they had other options.

He Ting thought it was funny, He Chenxing was his most important relative, and it was one of the reasons why he still wanted to live in this world, even if no one begged him, he would donate his bone marrow without hesitation.

It was already afternoon after coming out of the hospital, He Ting wandered around the hospital casually, a little bored, but had nowhere to go.When he went out in the morning, he took Crush's concert tickets with him, and now he took them out of his pocket, looked at them over and over again, and rubbed his fingertips on the ticket stub until the smooth paper surface was a bit astringent, but he still couldn't make up his mind to go. .

He was afraid of hearing Jiang Xindong's voice at the scene, afraid that he would plunge into the abyss again and not change his infatuation.

Wandering aimlessly on the street holding the ticket stub, the closer the time was to eight o'clock, He Ting felt more anxious, as if there was something he wanted to accomplish, but he had to suppress it.

Walking to a bus stop, I happened to see a men's perfume advertisement shot by Jiang Xindong.Wearing a well-fitting suit, he sat casually on the white deck, with his long legs casually put aside, his tie pulled loosely, his facial features were profound, the corners of his sharp eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes raised indifferently to look in the direction of the camera.

The black-and-white photos failed to dim his sharpness, but made him more layered and impactful.

There is no publicity about Crush in New York. This is the first time He Ting has seen such a big Jiang Xindong in the past few years. His eyebrows are still the same as four years ago, but there is a lot of distance.He Ting still couldn't help trembling when he met those alienated eyes. He Ting saw him again after breaking up. Jiang Xindong looked at him at that time with a hundred times more determination and indifference than in the poster.

Thinking of this, He Ting felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He raised his hand to touch the face that had appeared thousands of times in his dreams, but stopped in mid-air, retracted it and put it back in his trouser pocket.

There is no need to mention the past, because it has no meaning to Jiang Xindong now.

At eight o'clock, the big clock in the city center struck a few times, making a crisp sound, the sky was getting late, and the streets were lit up with neon lights one after another.He Ting turned around, stopped a car at the corner of the street, and reported the address to go home.

The lights of the city receded quickly in the rearview mirror, jet lag caused trouble, He Ting leaned on the seat and closed his eyes, very sleepy, but was woken up by the taxi driver's rough voice, saying that the front was particularly congested, and asked him if he would like to Go around the third ring.

He Ting glanced at the red line on the map of the driver's phone, and nodded indifferently: "It doesn't matter."

Misfortunes never come singly, the car had just arrived at the third ring road, and there was another car accident ahead, the driver patted the steering wheel anxiously, muttering that it would be late to pick up the child.

"Then..." He Ting paused and asked, "Shall we go to the Workers' Gymnasium now?"

The driver swiped his phone a few times and then turned to look at him: "No traffic, we can only arrive in 20 minutes."

He Ting struggled for a while, and finally looked ahead and sighed: "Then let's go to the Workers' Gymnasium."

"Okay." The driver couldn't wait for it, and quickly turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and rode away.

It was almost nine o'clock when we arrived at the gymnasium, and the concert was already halfway through.As soon as He Ting got out of the car, he heard cheers and music coming from ahead.Before entering the arena, he deliberately bought a baseball cap at the entrance to support fans. It stands to reason that he was just watching the concert aboveboard, and the possibility of being recognized was close to zero. For some reason, he was still guilty and dared not look directly at the stage. The man's eyes.

A fast song happened to be sung at the scene, and the auditorium was a sea of ​​red, and the light sticks in the hands of the fans shook rhythmically with the melody.It took He Ting a few minutes to get to his seat after crossing the crowd.There were young girls on the left and right, and the screams almost overwhelmed the sound of the music, making his eardrums hurt.

Always able to find Jiang Xindong in the first time without any effort, this is He Ting's own talent.The tallest one in the center of the stage, with a fresh mid-parted head, a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, well-proportioned muscle lines smoothly sliding from the collarbone to the abdominal muscles, tall legs falling into the fitted black suit pants, walking with wind, like a clothes rack .

He Ting stared at the people on the stage, proud and relieved.The first time he was overwhelmed by Jiang Xindong's voice in the bar, he knew that one day Jiang Xindong would shine on the stage like this, attracting everyone's attention.It's just that now he is more energetic and unattainable.

At the end of the song, Jiang Xindong's sharp and handsome browbones and tiny beads of sweat on his cheeks were printed on the big screen.He flipped his shirt cuffs to his elbows, held the microphone stand with one hand and took a slight breath: "Next, we will leave the decision to the audience outside the venue, and you will order songs."

This is an opportunity to have a direct conversation with the idol. The audience cheered enthusiastically. The cameras quickly scanned the auditorium. The audience around He Ting all raised their hands above their heads. Only he lowered the brim of his hat, wishing he could Bury your face in the ground.

He hadn't seen Crush's concert, so he didn't know there was such a link. If he had known earlier, he would at least have to wear a mask to enter.

A few seconds later, the camera stopped on a girl in a white dress in the first row of the VIP, and the girl's face appeared on the big screen instantly. He Ting happened to be sitting a little behind the girl, with only one person in between.He looked up suddenly, and found that his face also appeared on the edge of the big screen.

Fortunately, the camera had adjusted the depth of field. The focus was on the girl's face. The images behind her were a little blurry, and she couldn't see her face clearly. He Ting heaved a sigh of relief and quickly moved himself away from the big screen.

The girl first expressed her love to Crush with the microphone excitedly, and then said that she has liked them for many years, and finally asked softly: "I want to order a song that you only sang once in the early days, called "Listen". May I?"

As soon as the words fell, not only He Ting, but even Jiang Xindong on the stage were taken aback.This song is really early for Crush. They sang it once four years ago when they were still singing in the bar. Jiang Xindong wrote it himself, and it was also because of him that he never sang it again.

At that time, Crush was not well-known, and even if he sang it, he didn't leave any memory on the Internet. I didn't expect that there are still fans remembering this song today.

The old members of Crush turned their heads to look at Jiang Xindong at the same time. This song actually has an accompaniment, but whether you want to sing or not depends on him.

"..." Jiang Xindong hesitated briefly, then grinned lightly: "It's too unfortunate that we just didn't bring the accompaniment of this song, and it's been too long, and I kind of forgot how to sing it."

As he spoke, he scratched his head embarrassingly, and smiled gently and earnestly, as if it was true as he said, without accompaniment, and not very good at singing.There was a bewitching taste in his dark eyes, which made it impossible to refuse, and the girl didn't insist anymore, and immediately changed the song.

He Ting lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and clasped his fingers uncomfortably, unable to tell whether it was discomfort or relief.

It seems that in order for him to recognize a fact, God specially found someone at the place closest to Jiang Xindong to click this song, and told him plainly: You are no longer possible.

The music sounded, the auditorium darkened, and a beam of white light hit the middle of the stage. Jiang Xindong was holding a yellow guitar, sitting on a high chair, and began to sing softly.It was a slow and lyrical new song. He Ting raised his eyes to look at the stage, but what sounded in his eardrums was another song from a few years ago.

It was Thursday night, and there were not many audiences in the bar. Jiang Xindong was also wearing a simple white shirt, holding a guitar and standing in the middle of the stage. He found He Ting in the crowd, his eyes were eager and full of love, and he looked at each other At that time, he smiled on the stage: "There is a new song, I want to give it to my loved one, "Listen"."

Ting Ting is the title of the song and also a nickname for He Ting.

It is also ironic to say that it was the first time He Ting heard this song that belonged to him, and it was also the last time, the words were true and gentle, but now thinking about it now, it feels dull pain.

Presumably Jiang Xindong was really angry, so he never sang this song again.

The lighting in the hall is beautiful, and the spotlights of various colors shuttle alternately. The fans are still ordering songs. Jiang Xindong sang a few more songs. Except for the song "Listen", everything else is available upon request.After singing a few familiar songs, thousands of people sang in chorus, and the warm atmosphere reverberated over the venue.

When Dai Ruobei appeared on the stage as a guest wearing a hot red skirt, the atmosphere in the venue was pushed to the climax, and screams were heard endlessly.

It was the song "Like" which was as fresh as first love. The sweet harmony pierced through the eardrums, and the sound was so loud that He couldn't hear it every time.

He began to believe in Jiang Xindong's latest romantic scandal. The speculation about CP may be due to the media's self-indulgence, but Jiang Xindong is a persistent and proud person. He invited him to perform on the same stage at the concert even though the scandal was spread, more or less with appreciation.

The two people on the stage held the microphones and looked at each other and smiled. It was a cheerful song, but He Ting's eyes turned red when he heard it. It was only five or six minutes, and it was extremely difficult.

The fingernails sank into the flesh of the palm, but in the end the challenge was not successful. He Ting turned and left the venue when they sang to the 4th minute.

At the end of the song, the lights in the auditorium were turned on again. Jiang Xindong unconsciously turned his gaze to a certain seat in the second row of the VIP seats, but there was no one there.

He was supposed to be the one to introduce the guests, but he lost his mind looking at the audience for a moment, and Dai Ruobei next to him had no choice but to pick up the microphone to smooth things over.

Outside the venue, He Ting walked to the corner of the street, his hair was blown into disorder by the night wind, and he lit a cigarette to suppress the overwhelming emotions a bit. When he touched his heart, it still hurt.

Probably Jiang Xindong is his inner demon, he has feelings in his heart, and after a long time, he becomes a demon, and if he wants to get rid of his inner demons, he must first forget his feelings.

Sometimes He Ting thinks that this life is considered lucky, although they still couldn't escape the vulgar separation in the end, but at least they had a beautiful summer, and the stamina was just enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

The music sounded again in the arena, as if it was another song.He Ting squatted down and exhaled the smoke ring, turned his head and glanced at the direction of the music sound, his nose was a little sore, thinking, this should be the last time he came to Jiang Xindong's concert.