summer passerby

Xu Ming is very distressed recently, he always can't make an appointment with He Ting.

No. [-] Middle School has always been the same practice for thousands of years. The third year of senior high school will start two weeks earlier.After doing the math, they had to go back to school in less than a week, so He Ting should have copied Ye Zhiming's summer homework with him at home.

But recently, let alone copying homework, I can't even find anyone in the dark at night.

He knelt for eight consecutive rounds in the game today, he couldn't bear it anymore, and sent a long series of voice calls to ask He Ting if he still recognized this brotherhood.

At this moment, He Ting was sitting on the sofa of Jiang Xindong's house in the safe haven, stroking the dog.

Every time after a fierce quarrel with He Wenbin, he would go through a period of sullen and unhappy emotions.I don't want to talk to anyone, I shrink into a shell, trying to isolate myself from the outside world for a while.

Jiang Xindong probably knew how to read minds, and at first he chatted about some commonplace things, but seeing that He Ting was not interested, he simply kept silent.

Give him enough space to calm down and think.

Hudou's personality followed its owner's, lying quietly on the ground, allowing He Ting to do what he wanted.

After sitting for more than ten minutes, He Ting felt that he had crawled out of the shell, as if seeing a ray of sunshine, and the air outside was not bad.

This may be the fastest he has ever recovered.

The phone over there vibrated, and He Ting saw the heady 60-second voice from Xu Ming. He wanted to click to convert it into text, but with a shake of his hand, he turned it into a public release: "He Ting, tell me the truth, do you want to tell me? Got a girlfriend?"

The microphone sounded quite loud, and Xu Ming's voice suddenly hovered over Jiang Xindong's living room.

It happened that Jiang Xindong came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of tomato and egg noodles: "There is no other food at home, so I will eat it."

He Ting quickly turned off the phone, but still couldn't stop Xu Ming's last words from leaving in the air: "The one that gave you chocolate last time..."

Jiang Xindong put tomato and egg noodles on the dining table, pricked up his ears to listen to the gossip, and finally raised his eyebrows and asked He Ting: "Have you got a girlfriend?"

Hu Dou let out a "woof", and sat on the side, listening carefully as if interested.

"No." He Ting denied it.

Jiang Xindong has never been interested in other people's privacy, but today his curiosity is surprisingly strong, he dragged his chin with one hand, and continued to ask with great interest: "Is there a girl who likes you?"

"No." He Ting shook his head, paused, seemed to remember something, then changed his words, "Maybe."

Jiang Xindong smiled lightly.

He has clean bones, a high nose and thin lips, standing on the side of the road in a white shirt, like the morning sun, clear but not too hot.

Although there is always a bit of sloppiness in behavior and doing things, he is smart and interesting.

It's normal for girls to like him.

Jiang Xindong was silent for a while, and asked half-jokingly and half-seriously: "What about the chocolate?"

In fact, this question was too detailed and a bit abrupt, but he couldn't control it, and blurted it out without thinking.

He Tingman didn't care: "No need."

Jiang Xindong raised the corners of his mouth, for some reason, this answer made him feel comfortable.He pushed the bowl in front of He Ting, and said, "Eat, the noodles will soften in a while."

The red tomato was cut into small cubes, and the tender yellow egg was dotted with a few scallions. He Ting took a sip of the soup, which was delicious and delicious.

"Oh, I forgot to add coriander." Jiang Xindong turned to go to the kitchen.

"Don't!" He Ting stopped him, "Actually, I don't like coriander."

Jiang Xindong was surprised, his mother likes to add coriander to everything, He heard that his family has eaten so many meals, and never mentioned it.

"Then why didn't you say it before?"

"It's good to have something to eat, I don't want to trouble Auntie." He Ting lowered his head and wolfed it down.

He hadn't eaten anything since morning, and the bowl ran out of water in a short time. He gave Jiang Xindong a thumbs up and praised: "Excellent cooking skills!"

"This is promising." Jiang Xindong put away the bowls and chopsticks, seeing He Ting's contented look, he couldn't help teasing, "You are too easy to support."

He Ting smiled in his heart and said that you are raising it, but he dared not say that, so he had to change it into: "Then you will do it a few more times in the future."

You're welcome.

Jiang Xindong suddenly changed his mind, put the bowls and chopsticks back on the dining table, raised his chin sharply at He Ting who was slacking on the chair: "Go, wash the bowls and chopsticks."

In the afternoon, Yi Fan talked about the formation of the band in the WeChat group. It happened that his parents were on a business trip and invited everyone to his family's villa in the suburbs for two days.

Except for Jiang Xindong, everyone else is very interested.Ai Siyi said that she would bring a beautiful girl with her, so Zhuang Gaoyang immediately went to the barber shop to have her hair permed.

Two hours later, Jiang Xindong's profile picture popped up, and he replied coldly in the group: "I have something to do, I won't go."

Zhuang Gaoyang felt disappointed, so he sent a private message to Yi Fan: "Brother Dong won't go, why don't you persuade him?"

Yi Fan held his phone in thought for a moment, clicked on He Ting's WeChat profile picture, and sent a message: "Will you come to my house to play the day after tomorrow? At Wuling, you can barbecue, sing, fish, ride a bike... call Brother Dong Come together."

Attached are a few pictures of the environment.

He Ting, who was dozing off on the sofa at Jiang Xindong's house, read this WeChat message several times, but still felt confused.

Isn't this close relationship?

Obviously they are a band...

Why did Yi Fan invite Jiang Xindong to send him a message and say "Call Shangdong to come together"?

He Ting read it again carefully, and was sure that Yi Fan sent it to him, so he could only wave to the person who was practicing piano on the chair with a blank expression.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xindong stopped and asked him.

"Yi Fan asked me if I wanted to go to his house to play the day after tomorrow." He Ting paused for a while pointing at the screen of the phone, then continued to read, dumbfounded, "Tell me to bring you with me."

Jiang Xindong replied lightly, "You go, I won't go", and started playing the piano again.

"No," He Ting walked over, put his hands on the strings, and looked at him from top to bottom, "How can I have the nerve to go if you don't go?"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Jiang Xindong hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his head and asked him, "Do you really want to go?"

"How fun," He Ting found out the pictures Yi Fan sent him, and said longingly while skating, "I haven't ridden a bicycle for a long time."

……

Five minutes later, Yi Fan sent a private message to Zhuang Gaoyang: "It's done, Brother Dong is going."

Zhuang Gaoyang: "How did you do it??"

Yi Fan: "With something you don't have."

Zhuang Gaoyang: "??"

Yi Fan: "IQ and intuition"

Zhuang Gaoyang: "Fuck!"

Yi Fan's family's villa is two hours' drive away from City B.Residents here generally have houses in urban areas, and their families are at least well-to-do.

The scenery on the road was good, with clear water and blue sky, He Ting and Jiang Xindong sat side by side, with the windows open, the wind mixed with the smell of green grass rushed towards them.

He Ting took out the infinite earphones from his pocket, and handed one to Jiang Xindong: "Listen to music?"

"What songs do you listen to?" Jiang Xindong took the earphone and put it on his left ear.

"Old songs," He Ting clicked on Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, "It's hard to find a new song that suits you."

A few pieces of music were played on the phone, and the two chatted about music, life, and ideals one after another.

While chatting, He Ting fell asleep. At first, his head was by the window, but when the car turned a corner, he knocked against the glass, so he couldn't sleep well.He tilted his head and saw a strong shoulder, and a little closer could smell the refreshing lemon laundry detergent.

At a time like this, He Ting would not wrong himself, so he unceremoniously leaned forward and had a good night's sleep.

When the car arrived at the station, He Ting raised his head from Jiang Xindong's shoulders drowsily, touched the corner of his mouth, but fortunately, he didn't drool.

As soon as he got out of the car, the phone vibrated a few times. He Ting turned on the screen, and Zhuang Gaoyang sent a photo in the outing group - he was sleeping on his back with his head resting on Jiang Xindong's shoulder, his lips half-closed.Jiang Xindong didn't seem to find this intimate posture awkward, and swiped his phone leisurely while wearing a baseball cap.

Zhuang Gaoyang's accompanying text is: The moment of basic love.

The girl Ai Siyi brought was named Jian Xin, and she followed her back with a heart in the group.

The heart flashed, and then a pink word popped out: KISS.

In broad daylight, He Ting's face turned red while holding the phone.

Maybe he was just joking, but he himself had a ghost in his heart, as if a secret that had been hidden for many days was suddenly discovered, and his palms were sweating.

Jiang Xindong stared at the phone, then closed it expressionlessly, and no one in the group answered Zhuang Gaoyang again.

Everything was calm and calm, only He Ting himself was undercurrents.

Jiang Xindong walked very fast, He Ting came back to his senses, lowered his head and silently saved the photo in his phone, and quickly chased after him.

After lunch, the group arrived at the bicycle rental place.The boss said that there are only two single-person bicycles left, and the rest are for two or more people.

Zhuang Gaoyang planned to let Jiang Xindong take Ai Siyi, so that he could carry Jian Xin in a fair and honest manner.

It's a pity that Jiang Xindong ignored him, and just said plainly: "Let me go with He Ting, and you can arrange the rest yourself."

In the past, he didn't like to come out to play. It wasn't really busy, but he didn't like Zhuang Gaoyang's secret matchmaking between him and Ai Siyi.

If she refuses in person, the girl will lose face, but he really has no feelings for Ai Siyi, and after a long time, he will only feel embarrassed.

Simply reject all activities that can be done or not.

With He Ting, there is no such trouble.

Moreover, He Ting's character doesn't need to be carefully taken care of, and there is no roundabout guesswork, which makes him feel very relaxed.

Zhuang Gaoyang at the side felt a little resentful, his brothers didn't help him at the critical moment for many years, his brows were frowned: "Do you two have to be so gay?"

"Since you've said we're gay," Jiang Xindong clapped his hands indifferently, "then we'll be gay to the end."

After all, he took He Ting's collar and went straight to choose a car.

Ai Siyi was eating popsicles, and couldn't hide her disappointment when she heard Jiang Xindong's words, but quickly adjusted her state to communicate with Jian Xin.

She really likes Jiang Xindong, but she can't resist his lukewarm attitude over the years.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she probably could have foreseen the ending, it just didn't work.

The two girls chose a tandem bike first, and He Ting jumped on a single bike with quick eyesight and quick hands, and winked at Zhuang Gaoyang: "I'm sorry Brother Yang, I want to ride a single bike."

Jiang Xindong also jumped into another single-person bicycle, put his feet on the pedals, and rushed out with a light push.

The two cars sped away, one behind the other, leaving only two fast-moving figures behind.

On the path in the forest, the breeze blows through the ears, and the small woods behind are rustling.

The car ran over the dirt, drove by the starry lake, and drove through the green fields.The wind in the mountains is not as stuffy as in the city, and it blows into the clothes chilly, mixed with the smell of camphor trees, which is rare and refreshing.

He Ting looked at the person in front, a pair of slender hands holding the handle of the car, forming a nice line from head to arched back.

"Jiang Xindong!" He shouted from behind.

The person in front slowed down, turned his head slightly to look at him, his high-spirited side face was outlined with a soft halo by the sunlight.

He Ting smiled at him: "It's okay."

I feel like I haven't seen your face for a few minutes, and I miss you a little.

And, the green mountains and green waters, the sun jumping, and your days, I may remember them all my life.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xindong stopped the car on the way and called his name: "Hey!"

"Ah?" He Ting also stopped.

"It looks like it's raining."

As soon as Jiang Xindong finished speaking, drops of rainwater hit He Ting's face and body.

The rain seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and in just a moment, it became a vast and inextricably linked.

There was thunder in the sky, and He Ting was a little at a loss: "What should I do?"

"You can't hide under the tree," Jiang Xindong pulled him towards the mountain, "There seems to be a cave over there."

After running for a short distance, they hid in the cave. The entrance of the cave was so narrow that it could barely accommodate two people. It was pitch black inside, and they didn't know if there were any monsters or ghosts, so they didn't intend to go in.

Standing facing each other, only one palm away from each other, Jiang Xindong lowered his head and saw He Ting who was soaked all over. The rainwater flowed down his cheeks to his chin and neck, and the water droplets glistened on his fair skin.

He Ting didn't know why he was happy, he looked at him foolishly and smiled.

Jiang Xindong couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm so happy today." When He heard this, the corners of He's mouth were moist, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his eyes were shining.

Jiang Xindong stared at it for a few seconds, then came up with an idea for no reason - if it is kissed, it will be very soft.

When he came up with such absurd idea, he was startled, his heart felt like he had stepped on an empty step, and his head was in a cold sweat.

He struggled to look away, as if there was some strange desire in his body that needed to be suppressed.

He Ting still had an innocent face, with a pure smile, his eyelashes were wet, and his cool fingertips touched the ends of his hair and said, "It's all soaked."

Jiang Xindong hummed, and tilted his head uncomfortably to look outside.

The rain poured down from the entrance of the cave like a curtain, and the temperature was not too high, but He Ting's touch made him shiver.

It seemed that every time he and He Ting were alone in a small space, he would feel this feeling, especially today.

He Ting didn't seem to notice, still watching him talking, he didn't listen to what he said.

The rain was still falling, Jiang Xindong caught a glimpse of He Ting's pretty lips opening and closing out of the corner of his eye.

His heart was beating fast suddenly, and his breathing seemed to be stuck in the air, not smooth.

He just hoped that the rain would stop soon, otherwise he wasn't sure if he would do something absurd in the future.

The torrential rain in summer came and went quickly, and stopped after a while.

The air was filled with the fragrance of soil after being drenched in rain, Jiang Xindong heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly left the cave to ride a bicycle, He Ting always followed behind him.

On the way, they met Zhuang Gaoyang and Yi Fan who were struggling on a tandem bicycle.

The cooperation between the two seemed to be not smooth, Zhuang Gaoyang hurriedly shouted to change the car when he met them, and Yi Fan also looked at the people in the back seat with distaste, and said, "It's dead again."

He Ting tilted his head and asked Jiang Xindong: "Should I change it?"

Jiang Xindong nodded expressionlessly.

Before changing cars, He Ting went to the nearby grocery store to buy an ice cream, and sat leisurely on the back seat of the tandem car.

Jiang Xindong kept silent on the way back, He Ting felt strange, and asked him after getting off the car, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Jiang Xindong scratched the ends of his hair, sighed and said, "I'm a little tired."

"Then go back and rest, don't catch a cold." He Ting took a bite of the ice cream, his upper lip was covered with a thin layer of white foam, and then stretched out his sharp red tongue to lick it around.

Jiang Xindong stared straight at his lips, as if absent-minded, and was stunned for a while.

He Ting felt a scorching gaze, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet Jiang Xindong's eyes, as if...full of lust.

The four eyes met, and there seemed to be an electric current in the air.

Jiang Xindong quickly looked away, mechanically shifted his gaze to the ground, and asked him dryly after a moment of silence: "What's the taste? Is it delicious?"

He Ting was stunned, not sure if the weird moment just now was just an illusion, before he had time to sort out the clues, he just nodded in a daze: "It's delicious. It tastes like coffee, sweet and bitter, you should try it too."

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