summer passerby

There were a lot of seasonings in a mess on the stove, and the soup in the pot was spilled on the ground in a random way, and it was still bubbling, and the residual juice splashed on the gray wall, as if it was covered with a layer of disgusting slime.

A middle-aged woman with heavy make-up grabbed Chen Linxi's hair and pulled it back forcefully, her bright red lips approached her ear and grinned, "Who is the soup for?"

Chen Linxi's eyes were slightly red, her forehead was tense, she turned over abruptly, pushed the woman away vigorously, and shouted: "Don't go crazy with me after drinking!"

The woman's back was hit hard by the protruding corner of the stove, she straightened up in pain, her eyes became fierce, she raised her hand and slapped Chen Linxi on the face: "Bitch!"

Chen Linxi covered half of her face that was red from the beating, and saw a large bruise on the woman's neck, the corners of her mouth suddenly raised, and she laughed loudly: "I am a bitch, and the person who gave birth to me is also a bitch! I am willing to do it for others!" Xiaosan, who was beaten so badly that she only dared to vent her anger on her own daughter, hahaha..."

The woman's exquisite face began to distort, she raised her hand and slapped Chen Linxi heavily, her voice full of hatred was shrill and thin: "Isn't it all because of you! And your bastard father! It's all you guys!! "

The mobile phone in the brand-name bag flickered, the woman stopped to calm down her violent breathing, and then picked up the phone Jiaochen called "husband" cautiously.

A few seconds later, the sound of high-heeled shoes rattled away, and Chen Linxi leaned against the wall, covering her face and sobbing softly.

In the hospital, He Ting felt that something was wrong with Chen Linxi today.

First of all, she came later than usual, secondly, she didn't bring any soup, and most importantly, her eyes were red, as if she had cried, and her face was still a little swollen.

He Ting was chewing gum, and asked her somewhat vaguely: "What's wrong with your face?"

"It's nothing," Chen Linxi turned her face away, paused, and faltered, "Today... I didn't have time to make soup."

The angle of the bend was just to reveal the tiny scratch marks on the back of her ears, left by a morning argument in the kitchen that she probably didn't even know about.

The scratch was thin and long, and the color of blood was bright red.He Ting's eyelids twitched, and he frowned and asked, "Is that idiot messing with you again?"

He's talking about that idiot who opens his mouth and calls baby.

"It wasn't him. I had a quarrel with my mother in the morning." Chen Linxi lowered her head, a layer of mist suddenly appeared in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it and returned to her usual expression.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

He Ting saw some signs, and thought that maybe girls just love to cry, so they didn't take it seriously, and replied calmly: "I still quarrel with my dad every day..."

Chen Linxi took a deep look at He Ting: "Your father cares about you," she said with a wry smile, "My mother can't wait for me to die."

He Ting wanted to say "It's not possible", but Chen Linxi's eyes were too determined, hiding a lot of helplessness, anger, and despair.

This kind of look seems familiar, just like explaining the delicate father-son relationship with others.

Father and son, mother and daughter, should be the most intimate and important bond in the world, but unfortunately, it does not apply to everyone.

He Ting understood this truth.

He stagnated for a while, and finally swallowed back the original teasing words, and changed to a relatively relaxed topic - asking her why she was so free all day long.

This was the first time since he knew Chen Linxi that he asked her on his own initiative.

This is also his only curiosity about Chen Linxi. She looks about the same age as him, but she dangles in front of him every day. Doesn't she have any serious business?

"I stopped studying a long time ago," Chen Linxi said, "I work in a bar and only go there at night."

"How old are you?" He Ting continued to ask.

"Nineteen," Chen Linxi propped her chin with one hand, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you like Sidilian?"

"..."

Why did the topic come back to this...

He Ting fell back on the pillow and said coldly, "Boring."

Chen Linxi probably thought it was a joke, with a slight smile on her face: "How will you know if you don't try?"

He Ting stared at the pale ceiling, and suddenly remembered a certain face, and his heart ached.

If you can try this thing casually, why doesn't Jiang Xindong try it with him?

He was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I won't like you."

Chen Linxi was stunned for a moment, and after a short period of silent staring, she finally confirmed that He Ting was not joking—he was very serious.

She put away all the expressions on her face, and looked out of the window calmly: "Actually, I don't like you that much..."

A few strands of hair blew up on the face of the Buddha in the breeze, and she lowered her eyelids: "I want to find someone to sustenance. When I feel that life is difficult, I want to find someone to sustenance."

He Ting rolled up the gum with his tongue and blew a bubble expressionlessly, but didn't speak, mainly because he didn't know what to say.

"Looking at your food and clothing costs, isn't your family not bad?" Chen Linxi's eyes fell on He Ting, and she leaned her back against the wall and said to herself, "I'm not so lucky, my parents are crazy , A lunatic who wished for my death."

She narrated everything calmly, with a smile even on the corner of her mouth, as if it was an unimportant matter, and she had already stayed out of it, but He Ting caught the subtle disappointment on her face at a certain moment—maybe it was because of her love for her. Parental hatred, it could be sorrow for life, it could be both.

Not everyone is born in the clouds, and some people have to cross the thorny swamp in order to live like a normal person.

He Ting didn't know how difficult her life was, but at this moment, he seemed to see a life worse than his own through her, and he suddenly understood this girl who was only two years older than him.

"That day in the billiards room, you helped me get ahead, so I have a little affection for you, maybe not even a liking," Chen Linxi sighed, "Don't worry, I won't keep pestering you."

He Ting raised his eyelids slightly, and there seemed to be something extra in his indifferent eyes.He hesitated for a while and said, "Actually...it's okay to be friends."

Chen Linxi would still come to the hospital, she said that He Ting was injured because of her, and she felt sorry for leaving it alone.

He Ting no longer treated her coldly, and the two gradually became acquainted - anyway, He Ting felt that the words were clear, they are friends now, and they will only be friends in the future.

Ye Zhiming also came to see him often, more often than Xu Ming, and occasionally brought some food.

But some people never came again, such as He Wenbin, such as Jiang Xindong.

Sometimes He Ting would stare at the door of the ward in a daze, he couldn't figure out why Jiang Xindong came last time.

If you don't care about him, why bother to go to the hospital?If you said you cared about him, why did you leave in such a hurry?

There was no reason when he came, and there was no news when he left, and he would never be able to see through this person.

It wasn't until one time when they talked about socializing, when Chen Linxi said that some people would do everything in terms of etiquette, that He Ting suddenly realized that it turned out that Jiang Xindong came to see him out of social etiquette.This kind of behavior does not need to be repeated, and naturally it does not require further communication.

Jiang Xindong gave him enough face, but it can only stop there.

That night, Zhuang Gaoyang posted a photo of Crush's performance in Moments. On the stage full of lights, Jiang Xindong stood in the center, with a relaxed and sassy expression, and his whole body would shine.

It seemed that the more dazzling Jiang Xindong was, the more he set off He Ting's bleakness.

He felt that he was a water fetcher with only a bamboo basket, and Jiang Xindong was a clear spring on Tianshan Mountain. No matter how desperately he filled the water and blocked the hole tirelessly, it would be nothing in the end.

Being able to drink a sip of sweet spring with both hands is probably a favor, and any more is wishful thinking.

After thinking through this relationship, he finally stopped bothering others.

After lying in the hospital for more than ten days, the person is hovering on the edge of mold, and it is not certain that the body will grow mushrooms after sleeping for a few more days.

One morning He Ting woke up with nothing to do, luckily Chen Linxi brought a bowl of soup and a few cold jokes to pass the time.

In fact, he didn't really need to chat. Most of the time, Chen Linxi was talking, and he responded without saying a word.

When Jiang Xindong arrived at the door of the ward, he happened to encounter such a scene - He Ting was sitting on the hospital bed drinking soup, and the girl who was called his "girlfriend" sat beside him and smiled at him, showing a pair of beautiful canine teeth.

Vaguely, he heard the girl ask He Ting if the drink was good, and He Ting said it was good in a calm manner.

It just so happened that the weather was fine that day, and the leaves began to turn yellow. The sun lazily poured into the ward, shining on the faces of the two people in the room, and even the smiles shone with golden light.

Jiang Xindong's feet froze at the door. He didn't know that there was something wrong with the mechanism of that part of his body, and he couldn't take another step forward.

He began to wonder whether the kiss that He Ting fell in a trance that night at Yi Fan's house was just an illusion, or just dementia after drinking.

He suddenly couldn't be sure about some things, because He Ting was originally a nonchalant person, and there was nothing wrong with doing some absurd and unruly things.

The giggles from the girl in the ward stimulated Jiang Xindong's eardrums, and even his heart twitched violently.

He has lived for more than 20 years, and he knows what kind of person he doesn't like, but he can't tell what counts as love.

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in my mind, a skinny boy who likes to wear T-shirts and jeans, his fair face always has some disdain for the world, but he shows every kind of affectionate expression for a stray dog, and he will also When he was slightly drunk, he called him "Dongdong" with watery eyes.

Unfortunately, this man often had his heart beating unusually.

No one had ever given him such a subtle feeling before, like caring, and more like preference.

Only He Ting.

He is not good at lying, and the answer about feelings is almost ready to come out, but it is obviously not the right time.

The picture of the two of them getting along in the ward looked too warm and beautiful. He froze at the door, feeling the strange sense of loss coming out of his shell, as well as the rare feeling of jealousy.

After a while, he didn't open the door of the ward, but turned and left.

The author says:

I really hope that I can finish writing in one breath, but I am always stumped by such and such things TT

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