summer passerby

He Ting didn't sleep well all night.

As soon as I close my eyes, I think of the picture of Jiang Xindong leaning against him and kissing in the corner.At three or four o'clock in the morning, half asleep and half awake, the smell of alcohol in Jiang Xindong's mouth still seemed to linger on his lips.

They kissed twice last night.

For the first time, Jiang Xindong pressed his jaw and kissed him without warning.This kiss was rough and intense, with a heavy sense of oppression, as if expressing an urgent emotion.

He Ting suspected that Jiang Xindong had identified the wrong person, or that he was just delirious due to alcohol.

So after he reacted, the first thing he did was to push Jiang Xindong away with all his strength.

He gasped and cursed loudly: "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Jiang Xindong seemed to be knocked on the nerves by the word "crazy", his body trembled slightly, his eyes lost focus for a certain moment, but he regained his composure in less than two seconds.

He pursed his lips, but didn't reply, just stared at He Ting intently, thoughtful.

"Fuck!" He Ting was anxious, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." This time Jiang Xindong admitted it very happily, with an unquestionable tone, and he seemed to be desperate.

He Ting was stunned, and in the extremely limited time, he thought over and over again what exactly do you know.

The light-colored curtains fluttered up and down with the night wind, and the cold moonlight cast a layer of frost on the curtains.He Ting opened his lips slightly because of surprise, Jiang Xindong's eyes fell on it, he unconsciously picked up his thumb, and rubbed his fingertips on the corner of his mouth that was glistening with water several times.

The degree of ambiguity of this action was even higher than that of the last kiss with unknown meaning. He Ting's blood rushed upwards, the skin from the ear to the neck became red in an instant, and the dark eyelashes blinked several times in succession, as if frightened. Animals, a little overwhelmed.

It was the first time Jiang Xindong saw He Ting like this, and his breathing rhythm seemed to be chaotic with the other person, and he bowed his head and kissed him again while his eyes fluttered.

The lips felt moist and hot again, and even the sour and bitter taste of the wine was dragged into the mouth, the lips and teeth intersected, and aftertaste, only the refreshing sweetness remained.

This time the kiss was noticeably softer and firmer.

He Ting heard his violent heartbeat, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, the momentum was huge and unstoppable.

He remembered that he grabbed Jiang Xindong's wrist in a panic, and the other party was not as calm as the expression in his eyes, but was actually trembling.

In the early autumn of September, the air is cool, but the two people's hands are hot. They held hands and kissed, distracted and carried away.

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight. He Ting pulled open the curtains, and the dazzling light squeezed into the room unceremoniously, which also made him dizzy.

There is no one else in the house.

Turning on the phone, Jiang Xindong was still lying quietly in the contact list, with no call records, no chat records, and no clues about last night.

He Ting stuffed some breakfast indiscriminately, and flicked his phone nervously every few minutes to make sure he didn't miss any messages that might be sent by that person.

However, he waited until the afternoon, only to receive a text message from China Mobile, informing him to pay the bill.

He began to question his memory, maybe Jiang Xindong hadn't been here, maybe everything was a fantasy.

Or maybe the person did come, and the kiss was indeed kissed, but when he woke up today, thinking about what happened last night, he only felt regretful and disgusted.

He Ting still didn't dare to dream that Jiang Xindong would belong to him, and decided not to be an annoying suitor.

So he turned his mobile phone to silent mode, turned on the computer and plunged into the online game world.

It was almost dark after the game, and he was dizzy from hunger. He touched his phone to order takeaway, and suddenly saw four missed calls and two unread WeChat messages on the screen, all from the same person.

When he scanned those three words, his heart skipped a beat, and he became sober in an instant.

Opening WeChat, Jiang Xindong asked him what he was doing three hours ago, and said two hours ago that he remembered to write his homework, and he would check it next time, followed by four missed calls.

He Ting was a little dazed at first, and when he thought about it carefully, he vaguely remembered that Jiang Xindong seemed to have left him a lot of homework in the last make-up class.

but……

Did they really kiss yesterday?Are you really holding hands?

His non-retreating speech last night was intended to scare away the other party and never communicate with him again, but unexpectedly, it was exchanged for a kiss on the head and face.

A straight man is more active than him, and his kissing skills are even better than him, this is... outrageous!

Just as he was thinking, Jiang Xindong's fifth call came. He Ting was shocked and almost pressed the hang up button in a panic. Fortunately, the screen of the phone was smashed and the response was not sensitive, and he could not recognize its owner to order something. What do you want to do.

He picked it up and pretended to be calm "Hello".

Jiang Xindong quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

"What could be the matter?" He heard.

Jiang Xindong coughed: "I don't reply to messages, I don't answer calls..."

He Ting interrupted him: "I was playing a game, I didn't hear it."

"..." Jiang Xindong was speechless for a moment, "Are you really in the third year of high school this year?"

"It's weekends," He Ting said without confidence, "you have to rest."

Although he usually does not take less rest.

Jiang Xindong selectively ignored his answer and continued to ask: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet..." He Ting turned his head and looked out the window, the city lights had been turned on one after another.

"I'm near your house." Jiang Xindong said.

The implication is that we can have dinner together.

"Oh," He Ting paused, as if he understood the meaning of the other party's words, he tentatively offered a suggestion, "Then... let's eat together?"

"Hmm." Jiang Xindong blurted out without any hesitation or entanglement, as if he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

After hanging up the phone, He Ting hurriedly washed his face and changed his clothes. The dark circles under his eyes were obvious in the mirror, and he wasn't handsome enough.He suddenly regretted that he didn't sleep well last night and played games for a long time today.

They decided to go to a Sichuan restaurant next door. Jiang Xindong was wearing a pure white sweater today and was standing at the intersection waiting for him. His figure was straight, and he seemed to glow when walking under the street lights.

Every time He Ting turned his head, he found it difficult to look away from him.

After last night, the development of the matter seemed to be out of control. The two met face to face, but didn't speak anymore, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

He Ting was the first to break the silence: "Why did you come here?"

University A is quite far from his home, and it takes half an hour to drive without traffic jams, and it should take longer to take the subway.

Jiang Xindong thought for a while: "Walk around."

He Ting tilted his head, very puzzled: "What is there to do in this area?"

In this residential building, apart from supermarkets and restaurants, it is hard to find even a clothes shop.

And do you seem like such a free person?

Jiang Xindong pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "Visit the museum."

What a museum, it doesn't take an hour or four or 10 minutes to walk here.

He Ting slowed down his pace, looking at the other party's unnatural expression, a ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in his mind: Could it be that Jiang Xindong came here from University A just to wait for him to call back to have a meal together?

But he quickly vetoed it because he felt it was unreal.

From the kiss last night to today's meeting, everything came too suddenly, as fast as an illusion, and a casual touch can make it shatter.

He wasn't even sure Jiang Xindong's intention to call him out today.

There are pedestrians in twos and threes on the street, and occasionally vehicles pass by.They walked slowly on the road, making a creaking sound on the yellow fallen leaves.

At this time Jiang Xindong turned his head and asked him: "What games are you playing at home?"

"Dota," He Ting sighed, "but my teammates are too good, they keep giving and losing."

Jiang Xindong smiled: "Let's form a team and help you win back."

He Ting's apprehension and anxiety, nervousness and speculation all day, all dissipated when he saw Jiang Xindong's smile.

Obviously Jiang Xindong just smiled at him, but he was inexplicable, as if he had grasped something real, and felt secure for no reason.

Suddenly there was a sense of certainty in my heart, I believed that the kiss last night was real, and it was also true that Jiang Xindong came to him on his own initiative.

Rows of street lights lit up, and there were a few young people playing skateboards on the side of the road, and there were also parents taking their children home. Such common and ordinary scenes made He Ting inexplicably feel comfortable and nostalgic.

Before confirming Jiang Xindong's intentions, he even wanted to keep going like this.

After walking a few more steps, Jiang Xindong saw that he was silent for a long time, so he stopped and asked, "Why didn't you talk?"

He Ting came back to his senses and asked curiously, "You play too?"

Jiang Xindong said casually: "I played less, but it's okay."

He Ting thought of Jiang Xindong who frequently opened the lock in the escape room, and thought that he was probably not too good at playing any games.

When it was over, I silently felt that God was unfair. Some people are not only naturally handsome, but also have a high IQ.

But you can't lose your momentum when you lose, he said solemnly, "Don't trust me."

Jiang Xindong's eyebrows twitched: "What if you hold me back?"

"impossible!"

……

The waitress in the Sichuan restaurant seemed to blush when she looked at Jiang Xindong. Jiang Xindong asked her not to add coriander without realizing it, and He Ting couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

There is a strange secret sense of joy.

The person he likes now sits with him to eat and remembers his likes and dislikes.

Jiang Xindong poured tea and handed it to him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

He Ting answered irrelevantly: "I want to drink."

So they ordered more wine.

After a few cups, the sense of happiness seemed to be magnified infinitely. The two of them lost the restraint they had when they first met, and chatted about the sparse daily life naturally and casually, but the topic about last night was tacitly avoided by both parties.

He Ting didn't know what Jiang Xindong was thinking, he didn't mention it because he wasn't confident enough.

Afraid that after putting everything on the table, Jiang Xindong will hesitate.

He had thought that Jiang Xindong had at least two girlfriends, and most likely they were straight men in the past 20 years. It might take a lot of time for him to suddenly accept kissing with the same sex.

And just like now, the ambiguous state of more friends than lovers has far exceeded He Ting's expectations.

He knows he wants more, but it doesn't have to be today.

Jiang Xindong kept his word. After dinner, he walked the dog home with him to play Dota. He won three games in a row, and it was 12 o'clock in the evening.

He put away the computer, said he didn't want to play any more, and wanted to leave.

He Ting was hesitant, there was no agreement between them, and they didn't say when they would meet next time. He didn't know how long it would be, or if they could... meet like this.

Jiang Xindong seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and took the initiative to explain: "I will be very busy next week, if you are free on Friday night..."

"Free!" He Tingqian couldn't wait to answer.After speaking, he felt that he was too active, lowered his eyes and coughed a few times to cover up.

Jiang Xindong smiled, raised his hand and patted He Ting's forehead: "Study hard, don't just think about playing games all day long."

He Ting stared at his hands and asked uncomfortably, "Why do you always flick my head?"

Leaving aside his studies, he is a cool boy who is nearly 1.8 meters in height, and his image is very, especially affected by being flicked on the forehead.

But this person is Jiang Xindong, so there is room for negotiation on this matter.

Jiang Xindong bowed his head and thought about this question seriously.

He made this action almost subconsciously. As for the reason, because He Ting's skin is too fair, every time he flicks it, he will leave a light red mark. This kind of color contrast will give him a strange sense of refreshment.

Just wanted to bully He Ting.

"It's fun." After speaking, Jiang Xindong played it again.

He Ting: "..."

He decided not to bother with this pair of hands that could play melodious notes, got up and went to the entrance to change his shoes as a gift.

Originally, it was agreed that it would only be delivered to the elevator door, but when the elevator arrived, he walked in in a strange way, and when he got downstairs, he was still reluctant, and followed silently to the avenue.

For the first time, Jiang Xindong realized that He Ting was quite... clingy.

As if the next time they meet is not next week, but a hundred million years from now.

"Go back," Jiang Xindong stopped at the crossroads, with his hands in his pockets and the corners of his eyes slightly raised: "Follow me and go back to the dormitory to sleep with me?"

The bed in the dormitory was just that big, and two men slept on it... He Ting suddenly had a sense of the picture, his ears went numb, and his blood surged up.

Regardless of whether Jiang Xindong said this intentionally or not, he was really teased anyway.

So he deliberately changed the topic: "Why is the school dormitory open so late? Is it a night school?"

Jiang Xindong said: "I have a good relationship with the dormitory manager. And I can go home if I can't go back to school."

"Oh," He Ting nodded perfunctorily, still stubbornly standing where he was, "I'll leave as soon as the car comes."

The night wind poured into his collar, messing up his fine bangs, and a few strands of hair stuck to his white forehead. Under the dim street lamp, it was messy but exciting.

He Ting straightened his hair, and when he looked up, he found that Jiang Xindong was staring at him quietly, with some kind of rich and complicated emotions flowing in his dark eyes.

He wondered, "What's wrong with my face?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xindong gave him a meaningful look, "I just suddenly remembered the question you asked me last night."

"What's the problem?" He Ting didn't even remember.

"Are you asking me if I'm crazy?" Jiang Xindong stood under the streetlight against the light, tilted his head, and his handsome silhouette was immediately clearly illuminated.

There was the sound of vehicle horns in the distance, as well as the laughter of a few passers-by who were far and near. He Ting looked at him quietly, unable to tell whether it was the wind whistling past or his own heartbeat.

"Yes, I'm crazy," Jiang Xindong nodded twice, his eyes flickered slightly, and said in a magnetic and deep voice, "I'm crazy when I see you."

The author says:

Sorry, the update is so slow that I almost forgot.

It should be revised from beginning to end after writing.

One more chapter today.