summer passerby

Near noon, when He Ting woke up from the bed, the person in the lower bunk had disappeared, and the quilt was neatly folded.

In the WeChat group, Yi Fan said that he and Jiang Xindong went out to play basketball, and asked the others to get food from the refrigerator.

After washing up, He Ting went to the kitchen to fetch food, and happened to meet Zhuang Gaoyang who had just gotten up, so the two sat down to eat and chat.

Talking about yesterday, He Ting followed suit and asked about the band.

Zhuang Gaoyang sighed: "Hey, in fact, everyone has been able to form a band for so many years, and they must all really like it. Otherwise, whoever is sick will practice every day. Isn't it like that you can't eat it, and sometimes you have to make a choice. "

He Ting asked: "Didn't it say yesterday that a company wanted to sign you?"

"Yes," Zhuang Gaoyang said sternly, "but the current economic companies sign hundreds of people at random. One signing lasts for five or eight years. In the end, there may not be a single one who can become popular. What can you do when the contract expires?" , the company is too lazy to take care of it, but the good youth is wasted on it."

"The band needs talent and praise, and if you have it, you also need opportunities and audiences. It's not easy to eat. The four of us are not from majors. We don't have a background, we don't have a background. Honestly, enough."

He Ting thought for a while: "But if you don't try it, will you be willing?"

"I'm not reconciled, but what's the use of not being reconciled? Yi Fan and I have no family pressure and can afford it. But Siyi and Brother Dong are not like the two of us. The family is close, and the fault tolerance rate for major life choices is not so high. Besides, Brother Dong, who is studying law in Siyi, is in a lunatic asylum, so he doesn't have to worry about finding a job."

"Madhouse?" He couldn't understand.

"It's the mathematics college. The academic pressure is very high, and it is easy to fail. If you and I go in and study for four years, you may go crazy." Zhuang Gaoyang took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl, "If he If you want to dedicate your life to science, you can go to a research institute, if you want to make money, work hard to join an investment bank and securities company, and if you don’t do well in venture capital in the future, you don’t have to go to the entertainment industry.”

"Besides, Brother Dong's father is currently hospitalized, and he may need a large sum of money at some point. He really can't afford it. Signing an economic company is the worst policy for him."

He Ting asked: "Then do you have to sign a management company? Nowadays, not many people become popular through the Internet, can't they become an underground or amateur band?"

"That's what I said," Zhuang Gaoyang took a sip of porridge and turned to look at He Ting, "But in the future, everyone will have their own jobs and families, and they will call 996, 007 as soon as they go to work. There is no time, and many bands will leave when they are doing it. gone."

After chatting with Zhuang Gaoyang, He Ting sat in the kitchen and fell into deep thought.

He is short of love and heart, but he is not short of money.

I have never considered these things before, but with Zhuang Gaoyang's suggestion, it seems that I have finally glimpsed a part of Jiang Xindong's inner world.

He wondered if He Wenbin had the resources in the entertainment industry, and whether he could help Crush.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Xindong and Yi Fan came in from the living room holding the ball.

He Ting stepped forward to say hello: "You also play basketball?"

He obviously said this to Jiang Xindong, but the other party seemed to be absent-minded, and just replied with a faint "um" and left.

In the end, it was Yi Fan who took up his words and chatted politely for a while.

He Ting reckoned that Jiang Xindong had something unpleasant to play in the morning, everyone would have one or two times when he was in a bad mood, and he didn't take it to heart.

Jiang Xindong, who came back from playing golf, has been out of his mind, and when talking to He Ting, he either bumped into the coffee table or knocked down the chair.

Most of the time, they turn around and leave when they see He Ting.

He Ting joked: "Did you hit your head when you hit the ball this morning?"

Yi Fan answered from the side: "I think so, all kinds of rampages, I guess he broke all the rules that he hasn't committed in his whole life today."

Jiang Xindong pinched his brows lightly: "I was a little insomnia yesterday."

He Tingdao: "I brought melatonin, it can even you..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xindong had strode away, leaving only a cold sentence "No."

He Ting: "..."

On the return journey, Jiang Xindong bypassed He Ting and naturally sat next to Yi Fan.

Yi Fan:? ?

He Ting:? ?

No one stipulated who should sit next to whom, He Ting couldn't force Jiang Xindong to choose a seat, but he just felt that he was disgusted for some reason.

Think about it calmly, Jiang Xindong didn't take the initiative to talk to him much today.

Unable to hold back, he frowned and sent Jiang Xindong a WeChat message in the car: "Did I make you angry?"

Jiang Xindong: "No, don't think about it."

He Ting turned the phone up and down, typed "Then why don't you sit with me" in the conversation bar, and his index finger stayed on the send button for half an hour, and finally deleted it all at once.

It seems too... intimate for two big men to ask this kind of question?

No, as a straight man, Jiang Xindong probably only thinks he is petty.

The car had already started, the sun was dazzling, He Ting turned off the phone, frowned, put on his hat and went to sleep.

When I woke up, the car had arrived.

Before leaving, he fostered Erqi at Jiang Xindong's house, and now he got up to pick it up.

Along the way, Jiang Xindong was unusually taciturn. No matter what He heard, he just prevaricated, with a distant expression.

Walking into the elevator, Jiang Xindong lowered his head uncharacteristically to play with his mobile phone. He Ting finally realized that something was wrong. Jiang Xindong was normal to others all day long, but he was extremely indifferent to him.

He thought over and over in his mind what was wrong.

Could it be that he was disturbed to sleep last night?Or did I accidentally say something wrong today?

Last night...Jiang Xindong said he had insomnia...

When He heard something, his pupils suddenly widened.

He secretly kissed Jiang Xindong last night!

A thought popped into his mind, and he felt terrified, and his breathing was not smooth.

If Jiang Xindong hadn't fallen asleep at that time...

But... no way?No way?At that time, He Ting even purposely tried his breath, he was clearly asleep!

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became. He Ting was restless and decided to try a few words first.

"Yesterday," he licked his lips, carefully turned his head to Jiang Xindong and asked, "What time did you fall asleep?"

Jiang Xindong thought for a while, without looking at him, he said casually, "I don't remember."

"Then you," He Ting was worried, the small drum in his heart was pounding, "do you know what time I'm going back to the house?"

Jiang Xindong's hands trembled inadvertently, and he stared at the screen of the mobile phone, the text seemed to have turned into a bunch of garbled characters, and he didn't read anything.

After a while, he raised his head: "My mother said that Erqi's nose is too dry, you should take him to the pet hospital."

The elevator door opened, and Jiang Xindong walked out, the cold feeling around him was enough to erect a solid and thick wall between him and He Ting.

In an instant, He Ting's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he felt panicked that the mouse was about to be caught by the cat, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The sixth sense was at work, and he was almost convinced at this moment that Jiang Xindong knew about it.

know he likes him.

Jiang Xindong is so smart, he could have said "forget" about the question just now, but he talked about him, one is to let He Ting understand that he doesn't want to talk about this matter, and the other is to save face for He Ting. It's just that they don't pierce the layer of paper, turn a blind eye and close one eye, and they can live in peace.

The corridor less than 50 meters away, He Ting felt like walking for half an hour. The atmosphere was filled with subtle silence and embarrassment. It was as if a rope was hanging around his neck, and he struggled to breathe with every step he took.

Jiang Xindong usually takes care of him, probably out of kindness, but this does not mean that he will wrong himself and like a... gay.

Being able to continue dating as if nothing had happened is probably the best ending that Jiang Xindong left for him.

They didn't speak again until they entered the house.Er Qi and Hu Dou shook their tails excitedly to greet their masters, seeing that the two masters seemed not in high spirits, they went back to the kennel to bite toys.

Meng Banmei was very busy some time ago, and she didn't see He Ting for several days, so she enthusiastically left him at home for dinner.

"No, Auntie," He Ting lowered his eyes, and it was rare to refuse her once, "I have an appointment with a friend tonight."

In fact, he didn't make an appointment with anyone, but Jiang Xindong had a clear attitude, and he ignored him all day long, and the meaning of rejection was almost written on his face with a pen.

He thought about being too shameless, and he couldn't always show up to others.

So he led Er Qi wisely and prepared to leave.

"He listen." Jiang Xindong called him to stop.

He Ting turned around at the door: "Huh?"

Jiang Xindong's expression was complicated, and he paused for a few seconds, as if he had used a lot of strength before slowly opening his mouth: "Tomorrow's class, I will ask for a leave."

He Ting's throat was tight, but he forced a smile: "Okay."

In fact, if you don't want to come, you don't have to use it in the future.

But he didn't say this in the end, because his throat seemed to be blocked and he was a little choked.

He should have been ready for this day.

But when Jiang Xindong really showed his unkind side in front of him, his heart was... so fucking hurt.

He Ting left without looking back, with an ugly smile.

The air was dry, and the cicadas outside were noisy and boring. Looking at the closed door, Jiang Xindong felt empty in his heart.

An unstoppable bitterness welled up in his chest, and this was the first time he realized that it turned out that it would make him uncomfortable to refuse others without leaking.

After listening to the conversation between him and He Ting, Meng Banmei sat on the sofa and asked him suspiciously while changing channels: "What do you need tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Xindong's mind was too confused, he was stunned for a while, and took a deep breath: "It's nothing, I just want to rest."

After speaking, he went back to the bedroom and slammed the door.

When He Ting returned home, he was red-eyed in the game, moved fiercely, with 98K in hand, shot his head with a gun.

Xu Ming personally ran to his house today to open the door. As soon as he entered the door, he felt that something was wrong with this guy today: "Hey, you are so strong, like me when I was broken in love."

"Don't be poor," He Ting stared at the screen, blasted another opponent, and slammed the mouse on the table, "I'm annoying."

"Damn!" Xu Ming came to his senses, "I won't hit the mark, will I?"

There was only the sound of the keyboard beside him, and He Ting didn't reply.

Xu Ming slapped his head: "I'll go, which girl is so blind, how many can I introduce to you when school starts? Make sure you are fair, beautiful and have long legs!"

He Ting only heard the last sentence, thinking of Jiang Xindong's two exes, he turned off the computer angrily.

Fuck your fair skin and beautiful long legs!

This group of silly x straight men is more vulgar than the other!

"No, are you really broken in love?" Xu Ming has known He Ting for two years, and he has never seen him like this. His eyes are not only full of murderous intent, but also filled to the point of overflowing...dejection and pain.

What a beautiful girl does it take to make Master He so sad?

Xu Ming rubbed his shoulder: "Brother, how about going to the bar with you to have a good meal?"

He Ting shook his head: "No."

Xu Ming: "Going to play billiards?"

He Ting: "No."

Xu Ming: "Nightclub?"

He Ting: "No."

Xu Ming: "..."

Really, he didn't bother He Ting even if he had a partner.

Xu Ming thought he was clumsy and didn't know how to comfort others, so he finally called Ye Zhiming, and the two of them drank with He Ting at home.

Ye Zhiming couldn't drink, his face turned red after half a glass.

Sometimes even He Ting finds it strange that a well-behaved and obedient student like Ye Zhiming would like to hang out with him and Xu Ming.

"Don't drink it," Xu Ming went to the refrigerator and took a can of Coke, opened it and handed it to Ye Zhiming, "It's fine if you want it."

Ye Zhiming took the Coke and took a sip first, "It's okay to lose love, I will be with you." After a pause, he added: "And Xu Ming will too."

"Isn't it lovelorn? Who couldn't meet a few blind people when they were young?" Xu Ming raised his glass, "Come on, come on, drink this cup, the old ones won't go and the new ones will come!"

"Cheers!" Ye Zhiming leaned over to touch He Ting's cup.

He Ting drank it all in one gulp, and the cold liquid flowed all over his body in an instant, making him feel better.

The weather forecast was broadcast on TV. The host said that today is the beginning of autumn. In theory, summer is over, but the heat in some areas is hard to dissipate, and the heat is still hot.

After hearing this, He sighed silently, yes, the summer is over, and he and Jiang Xindong should die without a problem.