summer passerby

Sitting in the shadows, Jiang Xindong was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "It's whatever you think it is."

He Ting looked at him, held his breath for no reason, and then spoke in a very aggressive tone: "It doesn't matter what I say? Don't you have any ideas?"

"Yes, count..." Jiang Xindong raised his head slightly, and called him softly, "Boyfriend."

He Ting's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and he stood still.

The room fell silent in an instant, except for the sound of "Zi Zi" from the kitchen.

After a while, Jiang Xindong stood up and clasped his shoulders with both hands. The heat from the palms passed through the material to the skin, which felt oppressive and a little hot.

"Calm down, I don't want to deny our relationship, nor do I want to deny the recent... incident," he raised his head and looked at He Ting calmly, with firm eyes, and said slowly, "What I mean is that students should Education is the most important thing. Isn't your father and you made the decision to go abroad? You give up a way out for me now, and it will be too late to regret it in the future. "

He said this in a soft voice, well-founded, and He Ting was aggressive just now, but his attitude softened after a while, but he still refused to back down on the facts: "It was his unilateral decision. He wanted me to go abroad to study business. He wanted to I'm just not interested in becoming someone like him."

Hearing this, Jiang Xindong frowned in thought, paused, and said: "Let your father know your ability in art, go to participate in the competition, go to win the prize, and shut his mouth with the results."

He Ting sneered and shook his head: "It's useless."

This is not a matter of winning the award or not, but that He Wenbin looks down on him from the bottom of his heart to engage in this industry.

He didn't want to explain, because Jiang Xindong didn't know many things.

For example, when he signed up for a sketching summer camp when he was a child, He Wenbin locked him at home and cried all day before he left.

For example, he joined the art club when he was in junior high school, but He Wenbin called the teacher to force him to quit because of the reason of learning.

For example, his years of painstaking efforts, thousands of hours of meticulous painting, and a room full of paintings were smashed to pieces by He Wenbin overnight.

There are so many things like this, so much that when I think about it, it's just full of suffocation and despair.

Although he is numb now, he still hates the old self.

The oily smoke became more and more intense, and the burnt vegetables gave off a pungent smell. He was so smoked that he closed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed his lower eyelids, couldn't help frowning and coughing a few times, and when he opened his eyes, the end of his eyes turned red.

Jiang Xindong quickly noticed his sudden depression and irritability, raised his thumb, slightly bent his knuckles, and gently wiped the corners of his slender eyes with his fingertips, coaxing a child: "Okay, let's not talk about this issue today, shall we?" ? I'll turn off the fire first."

He Ting nodded almost imperceptibly, the orange light reflected the tiny transparent water droplets on his eyelashes, vivid and fragile.If he thought about it, when Jiang Xindong came out of the kitchen, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Then can I silence you with my grades? If I got into a good art school in China, would you still object to my staying?" "

Under the flickering lights, Jiang Xindong quietly looked at him with folded arms, without saying a word.

"It's not all for you, I really want to learn art," He Ting laughed, and said in a low voice, "Everyone's life pursuit is different, just assume that I don't have any ambitions, I just want to stay in the place I like. Be around people and do something you like.”

That look is full of stubbornness and grievance.

Jiang Xindong had a thought, looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly couldn't say the big truths about life choices in his throat.

He always likes to analyze problems rationally and calmly, but now he realizes that some things will be messed up once mixed with emotions.

It seems that they have only known each other for a few months, and He Ting has already placed him in an important position in the balance of life.

Who would regard a relationship that has just begun as so important?

Either this person has deep roots in love, or this person has been lacking in love and heart since childhood, and encountering a relationship is like grabbing a life-saving straw.

He thought He Ting was probably the latter.

It is true that everyone has different expectations for life. Some people want to be rich, some want to have power, but there are also people who just want a smooth life.

He suddenly realized that He Ting had no home, no love from his parents, and even on his birthday, he only dared to ask others for a blessing when it was approaching dawn.

What he thought was the right decision in life might not be worth mentioning to He Ting.But what he thought he could give in to was that He Ting didn't want to give up no matter what.

He decided not to make any decisions arbitrarily.

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Xindong pushed him down on the sofa, and rubbed his hair condescendingly: "Just hit me in the face with a high-score report card this year, where will I learn next year?"

The Mid-Autumn Festival came quickly, and He Wenbin's family of three went abroad to play, and He didn't hear anything.Fortunately, Jiang Xindong remembered him, so he called him early in the morning to invite him to dinner.

Now their relationship is different from the past, and He Ting thinks of Meng Banmei's three points of respect and seven points of guilt.In order to offset the guilt of stealing someone else's son, he went to the mall to buy a high-end jade bracelet before the visit.

Anyway, such things as jade bracelets can be purchased for as much as they are expensive, and it's not that experts can't see them.If asked, all he had to do was quote a low price casually.

The dinner this time was different from usual, because Jiang Xindong's father was also at home.

He and Jiang Xindong look somewhat similar, and He Ting can easily trace back the appearance of this face when he was young with sword eyebrows and stars.

Different from Meng Banmei's benevolent eyebrows, even in a wheelchair, Jiang Shen is sitting upright with awe-inspiring aura.If it wasn't for the pale lips and tired eyes that exposed his physical condition, He Ting wouldn't have been able to tell that he was a bedridden patient.

Although Jiang Shen is serious, he is kind to the guests.After learning about He Ting's family situation, he was a little surprised at first, and then quickly patted He Ting on the shoulder to comfort him and said, "If you have nothing to do in the future, welcome to come often."

"Yeah, don't be polite, just treat this as your own home." Meng Banmei went to He Ting's bowl to pick up vegetables, "Our house is so lively when you come, and Dongdong is also happy."

This sentence "Dongdong is also happy" is sweeter than freshly brewed honey, He Ting couldn't help grinning.

The moon cakes cut before dinner were egg yolk and lotus paste, Meng Banmei cut the largest piece and put it here for He Ting.

What was shown on the TV was the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala of a certain station. The host picked out a few stories about overcoming hardships and obstacles and family reunions, and under the spotlight, they wantonly sensationalized in the middle of the stage.

Er Qi and Hu Dou rolled together, fighting and making trouble, very happy.

In this festive atmosphere, He Ting sensed the feeling that "family" should have. He nodded while stuffing food into his mouth. For some reason, his throat felt a little choked.

He hasn't eaten this kind of Mid-Autumn Festival dinner with moon cakes and companions for many years.

Suddenly someone cared about it, but I didn't get used to it.

He didn't dare to indulge in the strange and long-lost sense of steadfastness, because he knew that time was changing and nothing could be sure to keep it.

What's more, he has always had such bad luck.

It was a fluke, and I dare not expect too much.

He pinched his thigh hard, forcing back tears.Jiang Xindong felt something, kicked him under the table, met those complicated eyes and coughed lightly: "Come whenever you want in the future, our family can afford you, and don't bring gifts."

"Oh," He Ting laughed uncontrollably, "Okay."

After dinner, Jiang Shen had to go back to the hospital.They got Jiang Shen into a taxi and planned to accompany him to the hospital, but Meng Banmei refused.

"You accompany He Ting to eat mooncakes at home and watch TV." She got into the taxi and closed the door, only half of her head was exposed through the window, "Let me and your dad live in a world of two."

Unable to resent the last sentence of the world between two people, Jiang Xindong had no choice but to take He Ting back home.

The TV station's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala has been replaced by the traffic niche who sing and dance, and is bored, He Ting clamored to see Jiang Xindong's childhood photos.

Jiang Xindong took out two photo albums, one was photos of him before he was 10 years old, the cover of the album was slightly yellowed, old and with a sense of time.

Jiang Xindong was very silent and unsmiling when he was a child. At the age of five, he stood out in the kindergarten group photo with his cool and handsome skin.

He Ting flipped through them one by one, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he was possessed, and he actually thought that a child was handsome.

When I turned to a certain page, a one-inch black-and-white ID photo popped out from the cracks of the album. It seemed that Jiang Xindong was only six or seven years old, with gradually clear facial features, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and clear eyes.

He Ting asked, "Why did you take ID photos at such a young age?"

"Who knows?" Jiang Xindong glanced at the photo, "You ask my mother."

He Ting looked carefully at the people in the photo, and suddenly came up with an idea: "Why don't you give me this one, it's the right size, and you're actually smiling in this photo."

"The size is right?" Jiang Xindong grasped the point and was very puzzled, "What are you doing with it?"

"It's nothing." He Ting took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, put the photo in the innermost layer, and shook it smartly in his hand, "This way, you can take it with you."

In fact, he found the one with the most natural and clean smile from the photos of Jiang Xindong when he was young, and selfishly wanted to take it with him.

It was as if he also had a bright and splendid childhood.

Jiang Xindong was taken aback, then looked at He Ting with a touch in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Are you reluctant to give it to me?" He Ting looked disappointed, not sure if it was true or not, and pretended to take it out of the wallet.

Jiang Xindong quickly pressed his hand and said loudly: "Take it."

In the second half, browse the photos of Jiang Xindong after he entered junior high school.

It may be because with the advancement of the times and the proliferation of digital photos, there are really few photos in the physical album, and almost all of them are photos with other people.

He Ting sat at the desk, quickly turned to the last page, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you have an ex-girlfriend?"

Jiang Xindong: "..."

"Don't think too much, I just want to see your aesthetics." He Ting put his head on one hand and teased with a smile, "Didn't Zhuang Gaoyang say that you are fair and beautiful with long legs?"

Jiang Xindong hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "Really want to see it?"

"That's not true," He heard. "Being interested in your current ex is the most basic respect for a relationship."

"Okay," Jiang Xindong stood up lazily, pulled his wrist and walked out, pulled him to the mirror in the entrance hall, clasped his hands and said, "Did you see it?"

He Ting was confused: "Huh?"

Jiang Xindong knocked on the mirror, pointing to the red lips, white teeth, and clear eyes He Wenwen: "My aesthetics."

He Ting paused, and couldn't help but say, "You fucking..."

Having said that, the corners of his mouth could not be restrained from rising.

"Legs, her legs are not as long as yours, and her skin is not as white as yours." Jiang Xindong propped his chin with one hand, and carefully looked at the person in the mirror, "As for the beauty..."

He Ting quickly interrupted him: "Enough is enough, I'm not a woman!"

"You want to talk about your ex?" Jiang Xindong pulled a chair from the side and sat down straight, his eyebrows were bent, as if watching a good show, "Come on, tell me about the girl in the hospital last time, how did you fight for others, how did you change?" As a girlfriend, what's the situation now?"