summer passerby

In the morning, He Ting was woken up by the pain. Yesterday he took the painkillers and he felt fine. Today, all his strength came back, his legs hurt, his back hurt, his whole body hurt.

Damn, those scumbags are very ruthless.

He Ting reluctantly sat up with his waist up, clicked on his phone, and found Jiang Xindong's reply to his text message in Chen Linxi's indiscriminate bombardment of text messages. The sending time was an hour ago, just three words:

why?

He Ting frowned, this is too hypocritical, he pretended not to understand even though he was clear in his heart.

Are you afraid that you don't know that I'm gay, or that I want to pick you up?

Forget it, it's boring to speak too bluntly, well, let's find an excuse that allows both parties to step down with dignity.

He Ting thought for a while, then turned back: "My dad wants me to improve my English and go abroad."

After the text message was sent, He Ting felt that there might be a thread holding him and Jiang Xindong somewhere, which was cut short by him at that moment.

There was no reply from the other end. He heard that he couldn't tell whether he was relieved or lost, and his mood was the same as today's weather, and he couldn't see the sun.

After eating the breakfast and painkillers brought by Uncle Xu, he tried seven or eight postures, finally found the most comfortable one, and immersed himself in the game.

In fact, what I think is far less chic than what I do, and I still feel a little lost, so if I want to play the game more and harder, it is best not to stop for a moment.

I just played like this all morning, and there was no intention of stopping until noon.

It was the intense moment of the team battle in the game, and He Ting snapped his phone.Suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open, and Uncle Xu said, "You have a friend here."

There seemed to be an extra figure in front of the hospital bed. He Ting was busy moving around to release his skills, without even raising his eyelids, he responded in an extremely vague manner: "Yes."

The visitor stood in front of the bed, remained silent for a moment, and called out to him: "He Ting."

The voice was deep, magnetic and gentle.

In just a moment, He Ting stopped, his hand seemed to have cast a spell, and stopped in mid-air without pressing it down.

The screen quickly went black, the game character died, and He Ting raised his head in a daze.

Jiang Xindong was wearing a white T-shirt today, with a peaked cap covering most of his face, the nose peak under the brim of the hat was slightly raised, his thin lips moved, but he didn't speak.

His chest was still heaving up and down, and he was panting slightly, as if he came in a hurry.

For some reason, He Ting's nose felt a little sore when he saw this person at this moment.

A few hours ago he thought they would never see each other again.

"Why are you here?" He Ting couldn't hide his surprise.

Jiang Xindong put the piano bag on his back by the wall, pulled up a chair and sat down, frowning: "I called your dad, and he said he didn't ask you to cancel the math tutoring, and said that you got into a fight and were hospitalized." gone."

He Ting rubbed his nose uncomfortably and whispered "Oh".

The dark clouds parted, and the afternoon sun came in through the window, making his plastered legs very white. Jiang Xindong stared at them for a while, and asked softly, "How are your legs?"

"It's okay." He heard.

The simplest question and answer made Jiang Xindong feel uncomfortable. He clearly felt He Ting's alienation today.

Maybe he wanted to relax the atmosphere a bit, so he raised the corner of his mouth teasingly: "You've grown up, and you've learned to fight with others."

He Ting lowered his eyes, not knowing how to answer.He still remembers Jiang Xindong who was cold to him when he met him a few times ago, it seemed that he had PTSD and couldn't warm up immediately.

Seeing that He Ting was silent for a long time, Jiang Xindong frowned lightly, and the two of them were silent, and didn't speak any more.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Come on, drink some water," Uncle Xu didn't know if he noticed the strangeness of the two young people, he brought a glass of water and sent it to Jiang Xindong, explaining for He Ting quite skillfully, "He has injuries all over his body, he probably hasn't slept yet. Awake."

"...Thank you," Jiang Xindong took the water and looked at He Ting with mixed emotions in his eyes, "How did you make it like this?"

When He Ting raised his head, he happened to bump into the other party's line of sight. The brief exchange of glances gave him an illusion - Jiang Xindong's eyes seemed to be full of pity and helplessness when he looked at him.

He guessed that he really didn't wake up, rubbed his temples, and answered indifferently: "It's a small matter."

Jiang Xindong was about to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Uncle Xu walked over to open the door of the ward, turned his head and smiled at He Ting: "Your girlfriend is here."

"Girlfriend?" He Ting was full of question marks.

"I came here yesterday. The little girl cried in fright. I blame her for everything. Your father was there at the time. I comforted her for a long time before she left." Uncle Xu waved his hand knowingly, meaning that everyone understands , you don't have to pretend.

After hearing this, Jiang Xindong froze, and an inexplicable strange emotion permeated his limbs and bones.

The door creaked and was pushed open, Chen Linxi poked her head in, looked at He Ting, and then sized up Jiang Xindong, before pushing the door and walking in.

She put the big and small bags on the table, looked at He Ting excitedly: "You finally woke up!" After speaking, she turned her head and greeted Jiang Xindong: "Hello!"

Jiang Xindong nodded as a greeting.

"I made chicken soup." Chen Linxi took out an insulated box from a pile of things on the table, opened it and handed it to He Ting, "Drink it while it's hot."

The delicious thick soup instantly filled the entire ward, and even those who were not hungry were hungry.

He Ting was unmoved, and pushed the insulation box away with his slender fingers, frowned and said to Chen Linxi, "Take it back."

"No!" Chen Linxi stubbornly pushed the thermos box towards He Ting, "You became like this because of me."

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang for a long time, Jiang Xindong was dazed for a while before picking it up with a sullen face: "Hello?"

"I said, where are you?" Zhuang Gaoyang raised the volume on the phone, "No, you said you need to rehearse? Where are you?"

"Ah..." Jiang Xindong suddenly remembered something, kept silent for a moment, and whispered: "If something happens, come here immediately."

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at He Ting again.

The person on the hospital bed was wearing a white hospital gown, his legs and arms were covered with adhesive tape, his whole body had no color, and when the sun shone on his face, he looked too white.

The pretty girl next to him was chatting with him.

It's a good match.

But he couldn't tell whether it was because he was not used to it or what, Jiang Xindong felt a subtle rebellion in his heart - he didn't like this picture.

When he arrived at the rehearsal room, the other three members of the band had been waiting for him for half an hour.

Ai Siyi looked puzzled: "What happened to you? You're so late."

Of the four members in the band, Jiang Xindong has always been the most punctual and the one who hates being late the most.

Jiang Xindong opened the piano bag and took out the guitar, shaking his head thoughtfully: "Nothing."

"It's nothing..." Zhuang Gaoyang stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said, "That's weird!"

"Really?" Jiang Xindong sat down holding the guitar and tuned the strings a few times.

The other three nodded in unison.

Jiang Xindong didn't reply and continued playing the piano.

When he learned that He Ting was hospitalized, he had one reaction—anxious, he forgot about the rehearsal on the spot, and just wanted to take a taxi to the hospital.

Can't see people can't let go.

Even if he knew that He Ting might have more affection for him than a friend, he still couldn't convince himself not to go.

Looking at He Ting who was haggard and full of distance on the hospital bed, he could no longer pretend to be indifferent.

This strangely intense feeling of being emotionally pulled by another person has never been felt before.

He didn't know what that meant, or if it would change anything.

The only thing that is certain is that He Ting is much more important to him than ordinary friends.

The author says:

Both of them have never been in a serious relationship, it will take a little time