summer passerby

When He Ting returned home, due to excitement, he couldn't fall asleep right away.

Jiang Xindong's few words made him set off fireworks in his heart, knowing that he was too incompetent, but he still couldn't resist.

He took out his mobile phone and posted a piece of Chagall's work in Moments.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xindong sent him a WeChat message asking him: Which artist do you like?

He Ting: Well, Chagall

When this painting was painted, Chagall was poor and his fiancée was the daughter of a wealthy businessman. This relationship was not favored by his family.However, on his birthday, his fiancée came to see him with a bouquet of flowers, and he was so happy that he floated up and kissed her in the air.

Now He Ting feels this way, like taking medicine, his soul is so happy that he is about to fly.

Jiang Xindong originally didn't expect He Ting to reply him right away, but before going to bed, he caught a glimpse of the WeChat message sent back there, picked up his phone and asked: Why haven't you slept yet?

He Ting: Can't sleep, you have something to do tomorrow, go to bed early.

Although Jiang Xindong promised, he still chatted with He Ting until two o'clock in the middle of the night.

They didn't talk about anything meaningful, He Ting explained the meaning of the painting to him, and he listened silently, making a simple response.

It's not that he hasn't had a girlfriend before, it's just that he didn't experience the fun of falling in love before. He thought that chatting and kissing are boring things, and it's more interesting to do a math problem or write a song.

But He Ting overturned his perception.

He hated to admit it, but it was true—he'd wanted to kiss He Ting for a long time.

It may start from the secret room, or it may start from the cave to hide from the rain, or earlier.

He Ting's lips were very soft, slightly moist, and when kissing, his heart would tremble uncontrollably and his whole body would be agitated.

Apart from kissing, He Ting will feel distressed if He Ting is misunderstood, he will worry about He Ting being hospitalized, He will be sad if he hears that you don't see him, and if He Ting doesn't want to sleep, he can chat with him.

In short, he figured it out and admitted that he was indeed attracted to He Ting.

Three days later, in the school dormitory, Zhuang Gaoyang took a camera and threw it to Jiang Xindong.

"What is this?" Jiang Xindong asked.

Zhuang Gaoyang expressionless: "Camera."

Jiang Xindong: "I'm not blind."

Zhuang Gaoyang lit a cigarette, pointed at the camera and said, "He Ting, don't you make up lessons for him on weekends, take it back to someone else."

Jiang Xindong didn't deny it, didn't agree, just asked: "Why is his camera with you?"

"Before I saw that he took good pictures, I borrowed them and used them. Now the band...is no longer needed," Zhuang Gaoyang puffed out a smoke ring, "Speaking of tens of thousands of dollars in equipment, this kid doesn't care about it." Let me go, my heart is really big."

Jiang Xindong shrugged: "He has a lot of cameras."

"..." Zhuang Gaoyang clicked his tongue and said, "I was wrong. He is not big-hearted, but really rich." He shook the soot with his index finger, and continued, "And I found that with the same camera, he I can take a picture of you like a tree facing the wind, but I can't make a picture of you."

Jiang Xindong froze for a moment: "What?"

Zhuang Gaoyang: "My shots are so blurry."

Jiang Xindong: "The last sentence."

Zhuang Gaoyang didn't know why, but he repeated it: "He can make you look like a tree."

Jiang Xindong raised his final voice: "Shoot me? When?"

Zhuang Gaoyang took the camera and called up the photos inside. About dozens of them were scenery, and dozens of them were Erqi.There are only three photos of Jiang Xindong, one is immersed in solving problems, one is practicing guitar at home, and the last one is singing with a microphone on the stage.

Indeed, as Zhuang Gaoyang said, the composition of the photo is clean, the lighting is ingenious, and the emotional details of Jiang Xindong's display at a certain moment are captured from different angles, all of which are inadvertently captured.

"It's a handsome shot," Zhuang Gaoyang smoked a cigarette, nudged Jiang Xindong with his elbow, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "If it weren't for the fact that both of you are men, I would suspect that he has a crush on you."

Jiang Xindong ignored him, staring at the camera screen without blinking, as if thinking about it.

Zhuang Gaoyang wanted to say something, but was surprised to find that Jiang Xindong's eyebrows were bent, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth could not stop rising.

This smile is not quite the same as his usual shallow smile, it is from the heart, involuntary, and emotional.

How should I put it, Zhuang Gaoyang has only seen this kind of smile on the faces of people in love.

However, Jiang Xindong quickly restrained his smile, turned off the camera and asked him: "Is there anything else?"

Zhuang Gaoyang frowned, suspecting that he was too busy recently, so serious that he had hallucinations.He still had class, so he put out his cigarette and reminded Jiang Xindong before leaving: "Remember to return him."

Jiang Xindong nodded and said yes.

Jiang Xindong heard about the camera from He on WeChat, and then he went to class to do experiments and was so busy.

At 6:[-] in the evening, I am going to the cafeteria for dinner.

A large number of students had just finished their last class, and the overpass leading to the cafeteria was crowded with people.

At the end of the overpass, stood a thin boy with a shoulder bag and one hand in his pocket. His expression was dull, and he was very conspicuous because he was wearing a blue and white high school uniform.

When he saw Jiang Xindong, there was a sudden light in the boy's indifferent eyes, he raised an arm, and waved at him against the crowd.

Jiang Xindong stood in the middle of the overpass where people were coming and going, saw the bright color not far away and the brisk smile on the young man's face, and his heart softened all of a sudden.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he went to attend the Olympiad cram school, and Jiang Shen was always waiting for him at the school gate in gray clothes.His family is very strict with him, so he never dares to relax even after school.

Going round and round, there are only endless math problems and overwhelming responsibilities left in life.

As for He Ting, it seemed that he had walked on the completely opposite path from birth.

He never worries about material things, always likes to wear bright clothes, is loose and lazy, and does whatever he wants.

They seem to live in two straight lines on different planes, but they intersect unexpectedly.

He Ting pulled him into another plane, which was grotesque and interesting, full of novelty, but if he went one step further, it would be Lei Chi, a taboo.

He felt that there was something irresistible in the dark, and while he was slowly walking into He Ting's world, he was also running counter to some expectations of his family.

But so what?

At worst, he would be hacked into pieces, his skin would be skinned and cramped, and at worst, he would be killed.

But if it's He Ting, it's fine.

The wind is soft and the light is warm today, suitable for doing some happy things.He didn't want to think about it anymore, he stepped forward and walked towards He Ting step by step.

When he came to stand still, he asked, "Why are you here?"

While chewing gum, He Ting said vaguely: "Take the camera."

Jiang Xindong raised his eyebrows: "Didn't I say it will be for you on Friday?"

He Ting turned his head away, hesitantly said: "I need to use it tomorrow."

In fact, I just wanted to see you, so I just found an excuse and came here.

It's that simple.

"Why didn't you call me?" Jiang Xindong asked.

"I've called, but I can't get through," He Ting teased, "I'm not going to send a message to any girl and the battery will run out, right?"

Jiang Xindong glanced at him, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and saw that it was out of battery.

He Ting pretended to be unhappy and lowered his head: "I'll just say..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xindong knocked his head hard: "Don't think about nothing for a day." After half a second, he explained, "I only sent text messages to you and Gao Yang today."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, because He Ting raised the corners of his mouth and teased in a very embarrassing way: "No way, who told you to be so popular."

Jiang Xindong saw that this guy was acting, so he kicked it without hesitation.

The two walked a few steps side by side, He Ting cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Actually, the last time you met me at the rehearsal, I heard a girl confessing to you backstage."

"Which time?" Jiang Xindong frowned, thought for a while, then turned to look at him in surprise, "Fushan Gymnasium?"

He Ting nodded: "At that time you said you had someone you liked."

"Oh," Jiang Xindong didn't take it seriously, with a bit of laziness in his brows, "I've said this sentence since high school, so it's easy."

He Ting pondered for a moment, then said: "Then you really like it..."

"No..." Jiang Xindong quickly interrupted him. After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to realize something and turned to look at him, "Not before."

"What about now?" He Ting stopped where he was, with burning eyes, as if eagerly waiting for an answer.

In fact, he felt impulsive after speaking.Between him and Jiang Xindong, apart from those two irrational kisses after drinking, there is only one meeting that is not known as a date, and some ambiguities that only exist in a few words.

There is no promise or tacit understanding between lovers.

He found that he was more greedy than he thought, and Jiang Xindong never admitted that he liked him, so he wanted to hear it.

Kissing is not enough, meeting is not enough, even if it is only a short and shallow liking now, he still wants to hear it.

It was raining today, and there was a fresh earthy smell in the air. Jiang Xindong stopped, turned around and looked at him, his focused eyes seemed affectionate.

He Ting became tense for no reason, even his breathing seemed to be paused.

However, in the next second, Jiang Xindong blurted out without thinking: "Yes, haven't you felt it yet?"

There are several study rooms in University A. The Dongchen Building, which is the farthest and oldest from the dormitory area, has always been sparsely populated. Because the way back to the dormitory has to pass through a small path, it has never been the first choice for girls, but it has also become Jiang Xindong’s first choice.

Zhuang Gaoyang also likes to come to Dongchen Building for self-study, because he can often occupy a classroom by himself here, which is quiet.

He came to his favorite room 1001 and found that there were two people sitting in the back row. He took a closer look, isn't this Jiang Xindong? The one next to him in school uniform is not He Ting, who is it?

Seeing the two of them sitting side by side, Zhuang Gaoyang asked, "Where are you two in class?"

Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out why He Ting appeared here, and why the two men sat so close to each other in such an empty classroom.

He Ting's eyes were weird, but Jiang Xindong replied calmly.

Zhuang Gaoyang didn't think much, and put his schoolbag in the first row when he came in.

He Ting frowned rather distressed, "Will my talking disturb you?"

"It's okay, I'm wearing headphones." After speaking, Zhuang Gaoyang took out the headphones and put them on, pulled out the chair and sat down to read a book with his back facing him.

He Ting: "..."

Jiang Xindong narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Let's read a book."

The incandescent lamp in the classroom was very bright, and He Ting couldn't see it in. With one hand on his chin, he felt that Jiang Xindong's side face, which was studying hard, was very handsome, so he took out his phone and took a photo.

Jiang Xindong squinted at him: "Do you often secretly take pictures of me?"

He Ting pressed his knuckles against his temples, and said shamelessly, "Sneaky shots? I always took them openly, but you didn't notice."

The corner of Jiang Xindong's mouth twitched, he resisted the urge to kick him off the chair, closed the book, and said with great interest, "Let me have a look."

He Ting took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened a photo album called "Moment" smoothly and skillfully.

It is said to be an instant, mainly because it is all snapshots, all of which are short and fast pictures, which are fleeting.

In this album, there are some passers-by, some He Ting's classmates, and occasionally a few photos of Jiang Xindong.

There are full body ones and half body ones, and the angles and light of each photo are different. Jiang Xindong was surprised, he had no idea when He Ting took these photos.

Now on the screen, he is standing under a tree and looking back unconsciously, his straight nose bridge has been faded by the shadow of the whirling tree, the corners of his lips are slightly pursed, his eyes are calm and restrained, but it gives people a sense of trembling for no reason.

"I took it the day I went to Yi Fan's house," He Ting pointed at the photo for introduction, "At that time, the tree shadow hit your face, so I thought I had to take a photo..."

He Ting was looking at the person in the photo, and Jiang Xindong was looking at him.

He was still rambling on, when Jiang Xindong suddenly called him.

"Huh?" He Ting looked up.

Jiang Xindong took his mobile phone, leaned over and kissed him.

The author says:

Zhuang Gaoyang: I just wanted to go to a self-study, but I didn't expect the cold dog food to pat me indiscriminately on the back