summer passerby

Meng Si is an assistant who has been with the Crush band for more than three years. She feels that Jiang Xindong is a bit strange today.

First, he was distracted when he was supposed to introduce the guests, and then he changed his usual refusal when everyone wanted to have dinner at the end of the concert. At first, Meng Si thought it was because he was too tired from continuous work recently, so he asked him to go home early to rest. Who knew the audience After they were all gone, he was still standing on the stage in a daze.

Meng Si was not sure whether he should ask, so he had to stand with him on the stage first.At this time, the lights in the hall had already been turned off, Jiang Xindong put his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at the auditorium motionlessly, Meng Si looked at him sideways, the dim light just outlined his sharp-edged outline, his color Ru Guanyu, now feels a little lonely.

She was very surprised, Jiang Xindong was usually calm and restrained, and he was extremely measured in doing things, and he rarely showed this side to others.

Another light in the venue was turned off, and the huge venue seemed deserted. Jiang Xindong suddenly turned his head and asked her with a serious expression: "Is there a list of the VIP auditorium?"

"Ah?" Meng Si was taken aback by the question, "Concert tickets are not issued with real names."

This is a question of common sense, Jiang Xindong must have known it after having held so many concerts, and what's the use of asking for a list of seats?

Meng thought of a solution: "Maybe you can contact the ticketing website, maybe you can find out the audience's purchasing identity information."

Jiang Xindong's eyes drifted in the distance thoughtfully, he looked away after a while, lowered his head and smiled at her, "No need, I've worked hard today, go back and rest early." After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked off the stage in a stride, walking freely , as if the one with the sad face just now was not him.

If it hadn't happened to catch Jiang Xindong's dim eyes when he turned around, Meng Si almost thought that he was thinking too much.

After Jiang Xindong left, she finally decided to have hot pot with the troops.

Crush now has a total of four members, and Jiang Xindong is the face-lead singer and guitarist. He is 27 years old this year.The other three members are all around 26 years old: Yi Fan, the keyboard player who is the least talkative in the team, Zhuang Gaoyang, the atmosphere controller and bass player, and Chen Kaiyun, the young drummer who joined later. It is said that the drummer of Crush before him was a girl.

In the nanny's car, Chen Kaiyuan was gossiping about whether Dai Ruobei was interested in Jiang Xindong, the other two were sleepy and hungry, and only Meng Si answered his words: "I don't know, but she and Brother Dong have made progress recently."

Chen Kaiyun is the youngest in the band, and has the liveliest personality, curious about everything: "Ah yes, why didn't Brother Dong suddenly come today?"

"I think he seems to be in a bad mood." Meng Si replied to him.

"Why?" Chen Kaiyun didn't understand. He was fine before the opening, and the concert was a success, so suddenly he was in a bad mood for no reason.

Yi Fan, who was resting in the front row with his eyes closed, suddenly interjected, "Maybe I met someone I didn't want to see."

"Who?" Now even Zhuang Gaoyang was interested. He carefully searched the people he met backstage today, but he really couldn't think of anyone Jiang Xindong didn't want to meet.

Yi Fan replied indifferently: "Hey, listen."

When the audience was ordering songs, he saw a figure on the big screen that didn't fit in with the surrounding audience. He kept his head buried, and seemed to be trying to avoid the camera, so he took a few extra glances.It's okay if you don't look at it, but you are stunned when you look at it. This appearance and outline are very similar to He Ting.

"What?" Zhuang Gaoyang's eyes widened in disbelief, "Didn't he live abroad?"

"I'm not sure either," Yi Fan put one hand on his forehead and yawned, "It may be that my eyesight is wrong."

Chen Kaiyun: "Who is He Ting?"

Zhuang Gaoyang: "The weather is fine today."

Yi Fan: "I'll order tender beef later."

Chen Kaiyun: "..."

He Ting slept badly that night, and woke up intermittently several times. In the dream, Jiang Xindong smiled brightly at him, and kissed him on the street full of people, and then suddenly let go at a certain intersection, and finally Disappeared without a trace.

He Ting woke up from the bed at six o'clock in the morning, the pillow was wet, and there seemed to be tears on his face.

He spent half an hour tidying himself up in front of the mirror, changed into a slightly more formal outfit, and went out when the sun rose to attend a job interview.

The interview company is called HOH, which is a fashion photography studio. It stands out from other studios with its unique style and sharp perspective. In the past one or two years, it has cooperated with many popular star models.

The interviewer was Yu Junxian, in his early thirties, as his name suggests, in a smart suit, sitting in a bright office, elegantly stirring the coffee in the cup with one hand.

"I have seen the portfolio you sent, it is very special and very appealing." Yu Junxian expressed his appreciation without hesitation.

In fact, today was supposed to be interviewed by a professional HR, but after reading He Ting's portfolio, he suddenly wanted to meet this person in person.

"Thank you." He Ting smiled lightly with a calm tone.

There is a photo in his portfolio that impressed Yu Junxian deeply.In the middle of the night, a woman wearing a luxurious and gorgeous dress stood on the side of a dirty slum street, looking up blankly at the tall buildings rising into the sky opposite.Strong contrast, exaggerated and delicate, publicity and quiet, full of profound meaning.

Yu Junxian took out this photo and asked He Ting: "Are you looking for a model?"

He Ting stretched his head forward, and after seeing which photo it was, his tone was flat: "It's a snapshot."

"Then you are very lucky." Yu Junxian raised his head.

He Ting frowned quickly, and his voice was a little cold: "I stood there for four or five hours that day, and took more than 100 pictures."

It is true that luck is a rare talent, but He Ting hates being called lucky because he is really not lucky, otherwise important people would not leave him one by one.

Yu Junxian raised his eyebrows, took a sip of coffee from his cup, and picked up the information on the table: "The photographers who come to our interview have won some awards, but this column on your resume is empty?"

"Oh, I have won some awards, but I thought the portfolio would be more convincing." He Ting was neither humble nor overbearing, without the slightest bit of nervousness, "so I didn't write it."

There are two types of people who don't write anything in the award column. One is that there are really no awards that can be won, and the other is that they have absolute confidence in their abilities. He Ting is young, but he belongs to the latter.

Yu Junxian raised the corners of his mouth and looked at him with great interest.The young man in front of him had his hair tied up, and the roots of the mountains and the corners of his eyebrows were connected into a delicate line. His eyes were always firm, with a bit of arrogance and confidence.Talented but undisciplined, usually Yu Junxian would automatically classify such a young man as blind and arrogant, but He Ting is an outlier, he can't hate him.

Perhaps what He heard was right, a portfolio is more convincing than an award, and when he saw He Ting's portfolio, he had already decided to recruit this person.

After asking a few more questions, Yu Junxian decided not to waste any more time, stood up and extended his hand to He Ting: "Congratulations, you have been admitted."

He Ting came out of the office, still in a daze. Although he was very confident in himself, he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

HR took him through the entry procedures the next day, and it was only after He Ting entered the company that he found out that the person who interviewed him that day was the CEO of the company.

The first job was hard work, flying to Phuket, Thailand to shoot a magazine cover for a second-tier girl group.Originally, He Ting couldn't get this job, but the photographer who was supposed to come suddenly fell ill, and the other photographers had work on hand, Yu Junxian said to the person in charge, give it to He Ting, he can do it.

Sunny beaches and beautiful women in swimsuits are heaven for many boys, but He Ting's only feeling is the heat, which is so fucking unreasonable.

Taking advantage of the rest time, he found the faucet and washed his face. The water poured directly from his head, his hair was half wet, and the water droplets slid down his cheeks, which looked white and transparent under the sunlight.

Girls in the girl group have seen handsome guys, but they all lamented that photographer He's skin is too good.

He Ting was actually very depressed, what's so good about a boy having fair skin, girls are chirping.He has always wanted to get a little tan, but every summer he peels off his skin, and it turns white in autumn.

If you don't want anything but give him something, life is willfulness.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening after the filming, and He Ting was too tired, so he went back to his room to rest for a while, and it was dark when he went out again.He wanted to go to the beach alone, but was picked up by the female team leader Gao Yu, who dragged him to the hotel bar for a drink.

There are more than [-] people sitting in the private room, some are from today's shooting, and some are too far away to see clearly.

Maybe it's because He Ting has a good skin and takes care of the model's emotions when taking pictures. The girl group members have a good impression of him.The only problem is that Li Zhen, the manager of the girl group, doesn't seem to like him very much.

After drinking for three rounds, Gao Yu was a little drunk, put his hand on He Ting's shoulder, leaned slightly towards him, Li Zhen's expression was very bad.He listened and avoided it calmly, Gao Yu put his hand up again.

He Ting hates physical contact with strangers, even beautiful women, and wants to leave after just a few drinks.

"Don't go," He Ting's today's assistant, Zhao Xing, held him down, "Crush will come later, say hello before leaving."

Zhao Xing is also for his own good, the fashion industry is not easy to mix, and he should expand his network before he has absolute strength.

"Who do you think is coming?" He Ting's mind suddenly went blank, and he almost didn't hold the wine glass in his hand.

"Crush," Zhao Xing recalled that He Ting had just returned from abroad, and he might not know much about the domestic entertainment industry, so he added, "A band that is very popular in China right now."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the private room was pushed open, and there was a flickering light above it. He Ting raised his head, and a vague and familiar figure came in from the door, with his nose elongated by the light spot covering half of his face .The person who came came gradually became clear, his black eyes swept across the crowd, and finally fell on He Ting tightly.

The moment the four eyes met, the air froze and time stagnated.

He Ting froze on the spot, his heart began to beat violently, he let the crowds surge and the music was noisy, he only had Jiang Xindong in his eyes.

Memories also came unexpectedly. Those years when cicadas were singing and walking down the road hand in hand in the summer, those days of touching each other with each other, together with sad and joyful emotions, flashed by before my eyes like a movie, and I couldn’t grasp it and stop. Not coming down, and in a hurry, like waking up from a dream, time and space have passed by four years without a sound.