summer passerby

The six of them were soaked by the sudden rain just now, and they were ready to go to Yi Fan's house to change clothes after riding.

Yi Fan assigned a room, glanced at Jiang Xindong, then looked at He Ting, pointed to the guest room on the second floor and said, "There are not enough rooms, since you need to be basic, let's live in one room."

Zhuang Gaoyang fanned the flames beside him: "Keep your voice down for two nights."

Jiang Xindong was drinking water and almost spit it out.

He kicked Zhuang Gaoyang's calf, and said "Get lost" sullenly.

Seeing this scene, Jian Xin hugged her stomach and laughed happily.She pointed sharply at Jiang Xindong's baseball cap and asked, "Hey, does this hat He Ting have a white one?"

Coincidentally, the baseball cap that Jiang Xindong is wearing today was given by He Ting.

He Ting did keep a white one for himself, but he only wore it for a while in the morning, and put it in his bag after getting in the car and never took it out.

There was a sense of embarrassment about being held in the hands of others, and he lied guiltily: "Oh, I bought it, the mall buys one and gets one free, don't want it for nothing."

Jian Xin covered her mouth and smiled: "Just ask, don't be nervous."

He Ting felt awkward, and went straight to the second floor through the crowd: "Hey, I'll go change first."

It is good to be able to share a room with Jiang Xindong, but lying in bed with the person you like and not being able to do anything for a night is also a different kind of suffering.

But thankfully, the rooms are bunk beds.

He considered that his sleeping appearance was indecent, and he must not let Jiang Xindong see it.As soon as you enter the house, you don't hesitate to throw your personal belongings on the upper bunk to occupy the space first.

After changing our clothes, we barbecued, sang and played games together. Logically speaking, it should be a perfect day, but Jiang Xindong is a bit weird.

But what's wrong with it, He Ting couldn't tell.

At 10:30 in the evening, scattered stars covered the sky.

Yi Fan brought a case of beer and led everyone to drink and chat in the small garden on the top floor.

In the beginning, Yan Yan was talking and laughing, having fun, but after a few drinks, He Ting noticed a trace of gunpowder—the band's internal conflicts.

Yi Fan mentioned a few words of "contract" with displeasure, without elaborating, but Jiang Xindong and Ai Siyi kept their faces cold after hearing this.

Everyone sat in dead silence, Yi Fan suddenly slapped the remaining half of the beer bottle on the table and asked: "I used to say that I would keep singing, why do I just give up now?"

No one answered, and the atmosphere froze instantly.

He Ting had never seen such a scene before, so she didn't dare to interrupt, but just listened attentively.A few minutes later, he pieced together the truth from the words of the four members of the band - a company wanted to sign Crush, but Jiang Xindong and Ai Siyi did not.

The specific reason is unknown, but He Ting remembered Jiang Xindong's calluses from practicing the piano.

If he said he didn't want to continue singing, who would believe it?

Zhuang Gaoyang came out to smooth things over: "Forget it, everyone has different positions, and there is no right or wrong, so don't talk about it today."

Yi Fan didn't speak any more, took the wine and went downstairs alone.

Jian Xin is a person who is good at invigorating the atmosphere. When she got up, she changed the subject with a few words, and made Ai Siyi laugh out loud after a few jokes.

In the middle of the night, the temperature dropped a few more degrees. She touched He Ting with her wine glass and asked, "What kind of girl does He Ting like?"

When everyone heard the question, they unconsciously cast their gazes in this direction, including Jiang Xindong.

"Uh." He Ting scratched the back of his head, how do you answer this?

Say I like that handsome and talented man sitting across from you?

Forget it, it was scary to come out suddenly, Jiang Xindong probably couldn't bear it either.

But the gazes in front of him were still fixed on him, and they couldn't escape, so they had to give a universal answer: "Look at how you feel."

"Haha, I see you are shy," Jian Xin asked with a smile, "Have you never talked about it?"

"We've talked." He Ting swallowed down his wine, subconsciously glanced at Jiang Xindong, wondering if it was because of the sudden drop in temperature at night, the eyes on the other side were a bit cold.He trembled, and immediately added: "But it will be divided soon."

Jian Xin asked them one by one, and finally when it was Jiang Xindong's turn, Zhuang Gaoyang answered quickly: "He likes fair skin, beautiful skin and long legs."

Jiang Xindong frowned into a question mark, with an expression of "I'll just quietly listen to your nonsense".

"Both of his predecessors belonged to this style." Zhuang Gaoyang peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth. "One is a flower, and the other is a ballet dancer from the art school next door."

Jiang Xindong didn't deny it, He Ting poured wine into his mouth while listening, the cold liquid flowed down the esophagus to the internal organs, the night wind blew in his ears, and he heard the sound of his heart falling apart in pieces.

Sure enough, Jiang Xindong is straight.

Those inexplicable illusions before were all wishful thinking.

People like beautiful women, nothing to do with him.

"How come they are all beautiful girls and become exes?" Jian Xin grasped the key point.

"I'm going to ask Brother Dong about it. They broke up after two weeks of talking." Zhuang Gaoyang hated iron and steel, "It's inexplicable, the girl came to ask me crying like rain."

"That's right," He Ting just finished drinking a bottle, picked it up from the ground and tapped it open with his thumb, pouring it into his mouth while staring at Jiang Xindong and asked, "Why did you break up?"

Jiang Xindong avoided meeting He Ting's burning gaze, was stunned for a moment, and said, "I don't feel it."

Probably because of the alcohol, He Ting ignored it, and the question started to be a little aggressive: "Why do you want to start if you don't feel it?"

Jiang Xindong looked directly at He Ting's drunken and hazy eyes, and at that moment he intuitively felt his unhappiness, boredom, and another unexplainable sourness.

He was stunned for a moment, almost on the verge of finding the source of He Ting's complicated emotions, but the man who was still serious just now suddenly restrained himself, his slender eyebrows were raised, his face was red, and he looked at the half-drunk wine bottle in his hand , muttering in a low voice like admitting defeat: "I drank too much today, you don't need to answer."

After finishing speaking, He Ting turned his back to him, as if he was no longer interested in the answer, and just drank absently in the center of Night Breeze.

Jiang Xindong wanted to tell the truth, but felt that He Ting didn't want to hear it now, so he finally raised his lips and said nothing.

The top-floor garden of Yi Fan’s house has been meticulously decorated, with a few rows of bright light bulbs hung on the plants in twos and threes, and the stars are shining at night.

Zhuang Gaoyang brought up other topics, everyone chatted happily, He Ting quietly drank a few cans of wine, holding the phone in a daze.

In fact, he was prepared for the fact that Jiang Xindong is a straight man, but he was more or less hesitant when facing the reality.

He received some love letters and face-to-face confessions, and realized that he didn't like girls in junior high school.

I used to be confused and feel inferior. Fortunately, I don't care much about other people's eyes. Accepting my true self is not a long and difficult process.

The first time I fell in love was He Zonggu, a freshman in high school. At that time, he had not yet grown up, his skin was as white as a little girl, he had a stubborn temper, and he was always bullied.

Zonggu has been covering him.

It just so happened that both of them were in the awakening period of their sexual orientation, and found out that the other party was of the same kind, and they regarded falling in love as a child's play.After talking for less than a week, both parties felt awkward, so they hit it off and broke up in place.

Later, he went abroad with Zonggu in his second year of high school, and this incident became a dark history that he didn't want to mention.

He Tingcong didn't think that Zonggu was his first love, because the two of them had never been in love with each other.

The first love he imagined is by no means an embarrassing scene like he and Zong Gu in retrospect.

It should be like fructose wrapped in beautiful sugar paper, sweet and pleasant, warm and long-lasting.

But this holiday, his affection for Jiang Xindong grew wildly, breaking his fantasy that first love should last peacefully.

It seems that there is a fierce and fierce tide in the body, the tide rises and falls, controlled only by gravity, and mortals can only sigh and be helpless.

Jiang Xindong seems to have become his universal gravitation.

And to Jiang Xindong, he is no different from thousands of individuals who can be attracted. He is ordinary and will be forgotten soon.

There was no one to talk about his thousands of emotions. He remembered his old story on the other side of the ocean, took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message: "I like a straight man."

In fact, I just wanted to find a tree hole to vent my emotions, and didn't expect the other party to return immediately.

But it was noon over there, and he came back quickly: "How straight?"

He Ting: "At least I have had two girlfriends."

Zong Gu: "Don't you know the number one rule in the Gay world? You can't touch straight men, or you will suffer in the future."

He Ting: "Oh."

Zong Gu: "Whoever can catch your eyes is a good person?"

He Ting: "Everything is fine."

Zong Gu: "Tsk, come on, follow my old brother and read: No matter how good you are, you are still a straight man, not mine."

He Ting: "Oh, goodbye."

He Ting turned off the phone annoyedly, and went back to the room alone under the pretext of being sleepy.

He thought that knowing that Jiang Xindong is a straight man is not too bad, otherwise his heart would always be hanging on the string, unresolved.

Repeatedly trying to figure out other people's thoughts, but to no avail.

Sometimes full of joy, sometimes pessimistic and dejected, worrying about gains and losses can kill people.

After seeing the facts clearly, it is rare to be calm and relaxed.

He packed his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, dawdled for a long time, and when he returned to the room, Jiang Xindong was already lying on the bed and sleeping.

He remembered that Jiang Xindong had taken a bath before drinking, so he must have fallen asleep by now.

Going forward, he looked carefully, his gaze was drawn from the eyebrows to the corners of the lips, and the dim light cast an unreal beauty on the handsome outline.

He Ting thought a little sadly, Jiang Xindong must be successful in his career in the future, with a lot of opportunities, maybe this is the closest distance between them in this life.

It was also his only chance to do something ecstatic.

The air is mixed with alcohol, shower gel, and the lemon mint smell that belongs only to Jiang Xindong, and every molecule is very tempting.

With a not sober mind, He Ting lowered his head, and touched Jiang Xindong's tightly closed lips very lightly. The two dry lips touched, like a butterfly flapping its wings, like a feather falling down.

The tip of his nose pressed against the tip of his nose, and Jiang Xindong's warm breath hit his face, making it itchy.

The lights were beautiful, as if he had experienced the most beautiful fall, but Jiang Xindong remained motionless, he was the only one who fell, and he was also the one whose heart was overwhelmed.

Thousands of emotions turned into a humble and light kiss in the end, He Ting was already satisfied.

Not daring to stay too long, took a deep breath and left.

go to bed.

A few seconds later, Jiang Xindong opened his eyes silently in the dark, the heat from the ironing on his lips was still there.

It invaded the chest and abdomen all the way, the heartbeat accelerated, and the breathing became chaotic.

Startled for a while, he stretched out his thumb to caress the place where He Ting's lips stayed, as if he could still taste the coffee-flavored ice cream a few hours ago.

sweet.

The author says:

Happy Monday.