summer passerby

Ye Zhiming had two big wounds on his back from the glass bottle, and the doctor said he needed stitches.

When He Ting came back after paying the fee, the door of the ward was slightly closed, and through the gap, he could see Ye Zhiming sitting on the chair with his head slightly lowered, his white clothes stained with deep red blood.

The lights in the ward were pale, Xu Ming held his hand tightly, with a heavy expression, and kept murmuring: "It's all my fault..."

Ye Zhiming moved his head, and the hair on his forehead fell down, blocking his sight.Xu Ming raised his index finger and gently moved the ends of his hair away.

He Ting's eyes lingered on the strand of hair for a moment, and a strange intuition suddenly appeared in his heart.

Xu Ming is usually not serious, he likes to gossip, but he is actually quite righteous in his heart.So in the past, He Ting always thought that he took care of Ye Zhiming out of the standpoint of a friend, out of caring for the weak.

Now, He Ting suddenly didn't think so.

He had never seen Xu Ming look at others so...gentle.

It's not just gentleness, but also mixed with more things, such as worry and concern, that kind of staring eyes, very much like the... staring at a lover.

Many details of the past flashed through He Ting's mind one by one, and He Ting's heart was shocked. Could it be that Xu Ming is not straight?What happened when he said he was broken in love not long ago?

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the ward opened a little. Seeing him, Ye Zhiming tilted his head to avoid Xu Ming's eager gaze, and called weakly, "Here you are?"

He Ting was still immersed in shock, and stood at the door for a few seconds before saying "Hmm".He opened the door and walked in, and handed the payment slip to Xu Ming: "The money has been paid."

"Yeah." Xu Ming's full attention was still on Ye Zhiming, and he didn't turn his head to look at him from the beginning to the end.

He Ting was a little more certain about the guess in his heart, hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After going out, he carefully helped them close the door.

It's not that I really want to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to disturb the two people in the room.

Several doctors in white coats walked back and forth in the corridor, He Ting just found a public seat and sat down, feeling a little confused.

He has to bear the greatest responsibility for what happened today, and he was too impulsive for all mistakes.A hot-blooded person who didn't consider the consequences at all.

At that time, several security guards from the billiard shop came to separate them.The man in leather pants was beaten until his right hand was dislocated by Xu Ming, so he might be in that hospital right now.

But according to the morality of that group of scum, this matter is probably not over yet.

He Ting is not afraid to confront them, his biggest concern is the good student Ye Zhiming.

They never cause trouble and have a bright future, so they shouldn't accompany them through this muddy water.

So this matter must not involve him again.

When the three of them came out of the hospital, it was already dark. He Ting wanted to invite Ye Zhiming to stay at his house for a while to recuperate, but Xu Ming spoke first. He Ting looked at Xu Ming, then at Ye Zhiming, and finally nothing Did not say.

Back home alone, He Ting was already hungry, so he ate something casually, turned on his phone and swipe around randomly, and just happened to swipe the Sunday band performance information posted by Zhuang Gaoyang in Moments.

Well, it turned out that Jiang Xindong didn't lie to him, there was a performance on Sunday.

Thinking of this, he unapologetically opened the profile picture of John Lennon in WeChat.

Jiang Xindong's circle of friends is always clean. The last update was two months ago, when he posted a photo of Hudou.

He Ting couldn't get any information about his recent life from such a secretive circle of friends.

Click to open the dialog box, the chat record still stays at yesterday, Jiang Xindong said that he can't come to class on Sunday, Hearing is good.

Unrequited love is the biggest natural enemy of the will, and the emotions are always repeated. You may only make up your mind in the morning to never see each other again, and then post it shamelessly at night.

It has been nine days since the two met last time, and He Ting has already tasted the pain of not seeing anyone.

Missing is like a tumbler, every time it is thrown down, it will pop up again quickly, endlessly, constantly devouring his reason.

He really wanted to say something casually with Jiang Xindong, even if it was just a simple hello, it would make him much more comfortable.So he hesitated and typed a few words in the dialog box, and finally deleted all the words.

The Internet gives people an illusion, as if no matter how far away they are, they can be found across the screen with just a flick of a finger.

It is indeed possible to find it, but if the person on the other side of the screen does not really want to talk to you, the reply will only be indifference and disdain.

He felt that Jiang Xindong didn't want to talk to him.

He Ting often suffers from insomnia.

I didn't fall asleep in the first half of the night today, and I vaguely remember falling asleep in the middle of the night.When I woke up, it was already daylight.

After walking the dog, He Ting ate breakfast downstairs by the way. When he got home, he had nothing to do. He thought of Jiang Xindong who was about to be rehearsing at this time. Impulsively, he took a taxi and went straight to the address that Zhuang Gaoyang shared on Moments yesterday.

No way, he couldn't suppress the thought that kept flashing in his heart - he wanted to see Jiang Xindong.

I don't dare to expect too much, I don't need to meet and talk, as long as I can take a look from a distance, that's enough.

If he is unlucky in the morning and can't meet anyone, then he will try again for the official performance in the evening.

Just two words, humble.

Zhuang Gaoyangfa's address is in a small stadium near University A, a temporary open-air performance stage.

Because bands kept coming to rehearse, no one stopped He Ting when he walked in.

He has never won a lottery since he was a child, and today his luck is as bad as ever, and it is not Crush who is rehearsing on stage.

There were 50 people in the venue. He scanned around, but couldn't find a familiar figure, so he grabbed a staff member beside him and asked, "Is the Crush rehearsal over?"

"Those college students," said the younger brother scratching his head, "we finished singing 10 minutes ago."

"Oh, thanks." He Ting's eyes dimmed instantly, and he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," the younger brother called He Ting, looked him up and down, and then asked, "Are you a fan?"

He Ting touched his nose: "Looking for friends."

"Then you go backstage," the little brother pointed to a channel behind the stage, and said, "Maybe it's still there."

He Ting immediately chased into the passage, and passed by several staff members who were coming and going.When walking around the corner, I just heard a female voice calling Jiang Xindong's name.

As soon as he raised his head, a tall and tall figure stood a few meters away from him, with his hands in his pockets and a black piano bag on his back.

It's not who Jiang Xindong is.

He Ting's entire attention was attracted by him. Although he only saw a back, it seemed that today was worth it.

"I..." The soft female voice sounded again. From He Ting's angle, he could just see a shy girl standing in front of Jiang Xindong, holding a beautifully packaged box in both hands.

The girl slowly handed out the gift in her hand, her voice trembling with nervousness: "I like you."

This horse riding... encounter a love rival confessing to the scene?

He Ting wiped off his cold sweat, fearing that he would run around half the city like a madman, to personally witness Jiang Xindong leaving the single.

The brief silence in the air was torture for both him and his rival.

Probably Jiang Xindong was also stunned, and it took a few seconds before he said, "Thank you."

The tone was blunt, and he didn't reach out to accept the gift. He Ting could even imagine Jiang Xindong's indifferent face, guessing that it was exactly the same as when he was alienating him.

It's really... unreasonable.

The rival in love didn't give up, trying to be comfortable but still stuttering: "If...you don't have a girlfriend yet..."

"I'm sorry," Jiang Xindong interrupted her, "I have someone I like."

He Ting's heart skipped a beat, and the love rival in front of her couldn't hide her disappointment. She quickly raised her head and asked, "Is it... Ai Siyi?"

Jiang Xindong didn't answer, but bypassed her and walked straight away.

Only then did He Ting turn his gaze to the end of the corridor, where the other three members of Crush were standing in a corner, waiting for Jiang Xindong.

Taking advantage of not being noticed, He Ting turned around and walked away quickly.He walked faster and faster, and almost ran behind.

He ran to a big tree and stopped, panting and laughing, his mind was full of one thought, it turned out that Jiang Xindong had someone in his heart.

envy?Lost?uncomfortable?

There is a little bit of it, and more of it is recognition.

After all, Jiang Xindong is just a young man with full of vigor, and it is normal to have someone he likes.

He Ting was very curious about what kind of person could make Jiang Xindong say the word "like".

The wind rustled the leaves, and he stood under the tree, lit a cigarette, and took a few puffs depressingly.People in twos and threes around him walked by one after another, and suddenly heard a familiar shout from beside them: "Hey listen!"

He turned his head and saw Zhuang Gaoyang waving at him a few meters away.

Of course, Jiang Xindong was also there, his eyes fixed on the cigarette stick in his mouth, and his brows immediately frowned.

Jiang Xindong doesn't like him smoking, and He Ting avoided him before.

He Ting froze on the spot, subconsciously wanting to snuff out the cigarette end, stretched his hand halfway, but felt that it was unnecessary, so he raised his hand to hold the cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring familiarly, and nodded towards Zhuang Gaoyang.

At this moment, he felt that the light in Jiang Xindong's eyes became cold and sharp, like a knife, which made him uncomfortable.

Apparently Zhuang Gaoyang didn't pay attention to the eyes of these two people back and forth, he still greeted He Ting excitedly: "You are here too."

"I..." He Tingka took a few seconds to come up with a barely reasonable reason, "wait for someone."

Yi Fan asked: "Your friends are also coming to the rehearsal?"

"No." He Ting was not very good at lying, so he paused for a long time before saying, "Come play basketball."

After hearing this, Jiang Xindong on the opposite side frowned lightly: "There is no basketball court here."

"..." He Ting pretended not to hear, turned his head to look at Zhuang Yifan knowingly and asked, "Are you here for rehearsal?"

"There is a performance tonight," Yi Fan put his hand on Zhuang Gaoyang's shoulder and asked, "Are you coming to listen?"

"Me?" He Ting involuntarily glanced at Jiang Xindong, but the other party didn't express anything.

The wind blew the bangs on his forehead to stand up, He Ting put out the scarlet cigarette butt, lowered his head and said, "I'm not going."

Zhuang Gaoyang and Yi Fan said something again, He listened to the mechanical answer, Jiang Xindong went away to answer the phone, until he left, he never heard a word from He again, and he didn't even raise his eyelids for him.

As if they didn't know each other well, they looked extremely cold.

He Ting felt a little blocked.

He crossed most of the city in spite of himself just to see Jiang Xindong's back, but they didn't care about him at all.

A good one to avoid.

Stepping on the creaking fallen leaves, He Ting kicked hard, thinking a little angrily: Whoever you like, whoever you love, it's none of my business!

The author says:

The third dimension jumped into a trough, and I was busy with work last week.

Added three chapters.