summer passerby

Zhuang Gaoyang suddenly took off one earphone, turned around and wanted to say something to Jiang Xindong.

As soon as he turned his head, the two people in the back row bounced towards both ends as if they were electrocuted, and the table behind them also "squeaked" and scratched a mark on the ground.

Needle drop could be heard in the classroom, and He Ting's heart tightened. He lowered his head and sat on the seat, listening to his messy breathing, only felt the roots of his ears heat up.

Jiang Xindong remained calm. He stood up expressionlessly and pushed the table back to its original position. While pushing, he asked Zhuang Gaoyang, "What's the matter?"

Zhuang Gaoyang asked puzzledly: "What are you two doing? Pushing the table in class, and physical education class?"

"Physics class," Jiang Xindong began to talk nonsense seriously, "explain friction and gravity."

He Ting originally thought of his throat, but now he almost didn't laugh out loud, thinking that I can go to your physics class, so you can just talk nonsense!

Zhuang Gaoyang was still suspicious, thought for a while, and asked in a tentative tone: "Do you two have any disputes?"

He Ting felt relieved after Ting Ting's words, and confirmed that Zhuang Gaoyang hadn't seen the two of them...kissing just now.He suppressed a smile, changed his innocent eyes, and shook his head: "No, what dispute can we have?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Jiang Xindong, and quickly winked within the range of his two visions.

Jiang Xindong raised the corners of his lips and echoed, "What disputes can there be?"

Zhuang Gaoyang narrowed his eyes, thinking about it carefully, Jiang Xindong's temper is indeed calm - he will not easily have conflicts with others, let alone that person is He Ting.

The incandescent lamp was so bright that people's eyes were a little dizzy, and Zhuang Gaoyang couldn't see through it. He looked Jiang Xindong and He Ting up and down for a long time, and found that the corners of his mouth were upturned in unison, and his smile was tacit and mysterious. There was obviously something in his eyes that only each other knew. Like there was a dispute before.

In a daze, he suddenly thought of Jiang Xindong, who was holding He Ting's camera and smiling uncontrollably, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell exactly.

Jiang Xindong had returned to his seat, raised his chin and asked him, "Do you want to listen to our physics class?"

"Physics class?" Zhuang Gaoyang waved his hand and quickly put on the earphones, "I cherish my current hair volume very much."

He Ting didn't know if he and Jiang Xindong were in a relationship now, they hadn't formally confirmed their relationship, and they wouldn't see each other every day.

But Jiang Xindong packed and sent him his schedule for the next month, and said that he could arrange it in his free time.

He Ting laughed helplessly, because he could barely mark out a few gaps in this densely packed form.

Before, he had complained about Jiang Xindong's speed of replying to text messages, but he was instantly relieved when he saw this schedule.Experiments in the morning are followed by exams, and there are competitions in the afternoon. If you change someone else, you may even forget where your mobile phone is.

Surprised, he did not forget to send a teasing message on WeChat: "Your day is full of arrangements, and I thought you were the head of state if I didn't read the content."

Half an hour later, Jiang Xindong sent a voice: "This semester is too busy, it was not like this before."

The background is noisy, obviously either in the classroom or at a competition site.

It was the first time I heard that seniors were busier than seniors, He Ting was convinced.

Every Sunday morning math tutoring is still going on as usual, Jiang Xindong marked that time in blue, and He Ting noticed that there is also a blank space in blue, which reads: "Hospital."

He knew it was the time Jiang Xindong went to the hospital to see his dad every week, but he didn't know what blue meant.

Teacher Jiang said to ask if he didn’t understand, and Student He immediately took a screenshot to express his curiosity.

Teacher Jiang over there will come back soon with six big characters: it means that it cannot be changed.

When having lunch at school on Friday, Xu Ming couldn't help asking He Ting: "Are you and Chen Linxi married?"

He Ting cast a glance at him: "It's your uncle!"

Xu Ming said: "Then you put your phone here all day long and laugh like an idiot?"

He Ting was taken aback for a moment, his expression was about to hide: "Is it possible?"

He just sent a few WeChat messages with Jiang Xindong occasionally during the day. Jiang Xindong was very busy, and he was waiting most of the time.

Ye Zhiming, who was sitting across from him, nodded weakly: "Maybe."

He Ting pretended to be deaf and dumb, and deliberately changed the topic: "I heard that the one who fought with you last time, Zhu Yang, transferred to another school?"

He was referring to Zhu Xiaoyang, one of the troublemakers in the billiard room, who was later caught by Xu Ming in the school playground and had another fight.

Xu Ming also heard about this, and couldn't figure it out. It was just a fight, and he wouldn't be transferred to another school.He curled his lips: "I asked my old man. He didn't do it. Maybe he thinks it's not good to stay in this school if he messes with me? Or maybe he just wants to transfer, who knows."

Hearing the important point, Ye Zhiming put down the spoon in his hand, and advised in a harmonious voice: "Turn it over, you two don't fight anymore."

"No fight, no fight," Xu Ming's eardrums were almost callused from the recent reading, and he raised his hands in surrender. "I promise, there will be no more fights this semester."

Ye Zhiming wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the squad leader walking towards him.

The monitor is from Class [-], and when he saw He Ting, he cut straight to the point: "Old Zhou told you to find him in the office after school in the afternoon."

He Ting: "What's the matter?"

Monitor: "I don't know."

Xu Ming took the opportunity to divert Ye Zhiming's attention: "Look, I've kept myself in check recently! Lao Zhou only looks for him and not me."

The squad leader immediately turned to Xu Ming and said, "Old Zhou called you too."

Xu Ming: "..."

In the morning, a mobilization meeting was held at No. [-] Middle School, and the countdown sign for the college entrance examination had been hung in every classroom of the third year of high school.

The school also requires everyone to fill in their volunteers, hoping that the students will work harder in less than a year.

The voluntary forms for international classes are exactly the same as those for ordinary classes, except that everyone fills in foreign universities in the target colleges.

Seeing that the deskmate had written a foreign university that seemed to be quite awesome, He Ting was a little confused holding the application form.

If it was a week ago, he would definitely fill in a random school. Anyway, He Wenbin will arrange it for him, and there is not much room for negotiation.

But now he suddenly doesn't want to write, and he doesn't want to go abroad.

Because Jiang Xindong most likely has no plans to go abroad, so he doesn't want to go either.

No one will go to a foreign country when they fall in love, let alone He Ting stubbornly wants to seize every day with Jiang Xindong.

He doesn't like the lack of warmth in the communication across the screen.

It is not practical for him to meet occasionally only after traveling thousands of miles across the country.

So in the end he didn't fill in anything and handed in a blank paper.

That's why Lao Zhou came to him.

He chatted with He Ting for 10 minutes, and found that things were more complicated than he thought.

This kid is like a joke, he entered the international class, but he doesn't want to go abroad.That's all, the international class is a precedent for some students who participated in the domestic college entrance examination and did not go abroad.

But He heard that he wanted to take the National Art Examination.

Lao Zhou pushed his glasses, and there were three black lines on his face: "Do you know when to sign up for the art exam?"

He Ting looked at him and then at the ground, but there was no sound.

"Register in November, and the unified exam will start in December!" Lao Zhou knocked on the table vigorously, "It's only been two months, you usually sleep around in class, what kind of exam are you taking?"

He Ting looked like nothing serious, and lazily shrugged: "I won't pass the exam this year, I will continue next year."

There is no way, he only figured out this matter today, to be precise, he took the volunteer form and thought about it for almost a class before making the decision.

This year's art exam really doesn't look like it's too late.

"How many next year do you have?!" Lao Zhou was almost so angry that his blood pressure rose, he pressed his temples, and waved impatiently, "Go out, I'll see your parents at night!"

Coming out of the office, He Ting rested his hands on the balcony railing in a daze. The sky was still blue, but the afterglow of the sun coated it with a light golden light.

The birds in the sky seem to know where to fly. He is in his third year of high school, but he has never thought about his future life.

It’s not that I’m really ignorant. I used to think that I should paint well, take pictures well, and at least do something I like when I’m an adult.

But there is He Wenbin, who is good at despising him, accusing him, and crushing him from above.

Stubbornness is engraved in genes, He Wenbin doesn't let him draw, and he doesn't give half of his mind to study.

It's been more than ten years since father and son met, and they haven't said a few good things, and most of the time was wasted on internal friction.

Thinking of this, He Ting himself felt it was funny - He Wenbin was still living a happy life, but he was forced to become a useless person with nothing to do.

It was half an hour after school ended, and there were only a few students left on the playground. Xu Ming just came out of Lao Zhou's office, and he and Ye Zhiming were beside him discussing the volunteers to fill out in the morning.

Ye Zhiming said that he filled in A major, and Xu Ming said that he did the same.

In the past, He Ting would turn around and tease Xu Ming for his poor grades and wanting to get into A University, and then the two would ruthlessly fight each other.

But now, he just looks at the birds in the sky and observes their movements.

Xu Ming looked at the back of He Ting's head, and felt that something was different, and suddenly realized: "Damn, Ting'er is definitely in love!"

With the autumn wind, the fallen leaves on the playground were rolled into a spiral shape and floated into the air. Ye Zhiming pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the top, his eyes drooping: "How do you know?"

"He didn't have a date, I ate my phone." Xu Ming touched He Ting with his elbow, smiling meaningfully.

He Ting thought he was noisy, took out his phone, and pressed a few times on the screen indifferently.

"What?" Ye Zhiming leaned over and only saw a photo, a young man turned his head under the shade of a tree, looking quite handsome.

Xu Ming felt nothing: "Who the hell is this? I want to see your partner."

He Ting took the phone back, put it in his pocket, and glanced at him casually: "I'm messing with someone."

Xu Ming was dumbfounded, and Ye Zhiming seemed to have been struck by electricity, and the two of them stood there for a long time.

After a while, he slapped He Ting on the back of the neck, and said angrily, "What nonsense?"

The setting sun dyed the sky red, the sun was warm and brilliant, but He Ting turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were clear and firm, calm and composed, without any concealment.

It didn't know how long it was before his jaw-dropping question came from the corridor: "I...fuck! Are you serious?"

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the kitchen, the chicken was fried until golden brown. Under the warm orange light, the skin was crispy and the meat was tender. The burnt skin was covered with a light layer of fat, as if the juice would flow out .

When He Wenbin called, He Ting was watching Jiang Xindong cook in the kitchen.

As soon as he checked the caller ID, he hurriedly covered the receiver and walked towards the living room.

Apparently Lao Zhou has filed a complaint, and this time He Wenbin was extremely angry at He Ting's promise to go abroad and then backtracked. Before hanging up the phone, he left a harsh word. If you are disobedient, don't expect to get a penny from me.

After pressing the phone, He Ting leaned on the sofa, numb and tired.

He had no doubts about how serious He Wenbin was about this matter.His father was a ruthless man. When he was a child, he was fined to kneel in the snow for three hours, and he really knelt for three hours, which was not less than a second.

He said that he would not give a penny, and he would never give it.

In fact, He Ting felt that the result was not too bad, at least He Wenbin didn't say that he would be tied up abroad.

Without money, he can find a way to earn it, and he is happy when no one cares.

He just felt tired from making this phone call, and he was tired every time he finished calling.

Jiang Xindong came out of the kitchen and looked at him half leaning against the door: "Did you quarrel with your father?"

"I'm used to it," He Ting didn't want to talk too much, sniffed his nose in the direction of the kitchen, and said with a smile, "The dishes are ready?"

Jiang Xindong didn't answer, stretched his long legs, and sat down on the opposite sofa. There was something in his eyes, and he did ask, "You said, don't you want to go abroad?"

He Ting nodded without thinking: "I want to take the national arts exam."

Jiang Xindong raised his eyelids slightly: "Why?"

He Ting rolled his eyes, seeming to be thinking, but answered casually: "I've always wanted to study art or photography."

Jiang Xindong was not easy to perfunctory, looked at him and continued to ask: "I mean, why did you suddenly decide not to go abroad?"

He Ting glanced at him, feeling a bad premonition in his heart for some reason.He paused for a moment, suppressed the discomfort forcibly, and deliberately asked lightly: "Is there a difference? Where did you learn?"

Jiang Xindong lowered his eyes, stared at the floor thoughtfully for a while, and did not speak.

The chicken in the kitchen makes a "sizzling" frying sound, and the smell of burnt paste has spread to the tip of the nose.He Ting frowned, stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, muttering to himself: "The vegetables are mushy."

But he didn't expect that Jiang Xindong's wrist would be grabbed when he passed by Jiang Xindong's side.

When the person trapped in the sofa looked up again, his eyes were dark, like a layer of gray fog, and his voice was low and hoarse: "He Ting, if it's because of me, I hope you reconsider this matter."

He Ting was stunned, licked the corners of his chapped lips, and repeated as if he had heard something funny: "Reconsider?"

Jiang Xindong lowered his gaze, and answered slowly but not strenuously: "Yes."

The smell of oily smoke kept coming out of the kitchen, He Ting frowned: "I'm going abroad, what about you?"

What about us?

What about our future?

He clenched his hands unconsciously, staring straight at the person on the sofa, only to see a gloomy emotion flashing quickly in Jiang Xindong's restrained eyes, and then he buried his head and remained silent.

There was a moment of silence, and He Ting felt a sharp pain in his heart. In the morning, he proudly showed off the people he called "object", as if he hadn't thought about their future.

It seems that it doesn't matter if we can be together in the future.

What a fuck!

He staggered and shook off Jiang Xindong's hand, still smiling, but the drawn-out sound trembled a little: "Jiang Xindong, what do you think we are now?"