summer passerby

There was a bit of wind at night, but it wasn't too cold.

On the balcony, He Ting held a can of lemon soda and told Jiang Xindong the whole story of the fight. Of course, he automatically skipped all the plots where Chen Linxi confessed and chased him.

Jiang Xindong was leaning on the bamboo chair, with his long legs casually resting on the balcony shelf, listening quietly.

"She went to the hospital to see me because she felt guilty," He heard. "There is no such thing as a girlfriend. Uncle Xu misunderstood."

Hearing this, Jiang Xindong tilted his head to look at him, with a deep smile: "She likes you."

He listened for a while, and it turned out that Ya had already seen it.He simply didn't hide it anymore, and admitted frankly: "I confessed it before, but after we talked clearly, we are just ordinary friends."

As soon as the words were finished, Jiang Xindong's cell phone rang, which seemed to be related to a certain math competition. The classmate encountered obstacles in solving the problem, so he called to ask him for advice.

He Ting pricked up his ears, and only heard some complicated mathematical terms, such as Gaussian normality and deviation analysis, which he couldn't understand anyway.

Jiang Xindong talked eloquently on the phone, without taking the draft paper, the questions and problem-solving steps have been automatically generated and stored in his mind.

The person on the phone was tortured to death by the question, but he was relaxed and effortless.

This is also the case at ordinary times, no matter what happens, Jiang Xindong can always deal with it calmly.

He Ting sank into the chair, supported his head, suspecting that there were no such words as "anxiety" and "bewilderment" in his boyfriend's dictionary.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xindong turned around and explained to him: "A primary school boy, he has no experience in the first year of participation, but he is very smart."

He Ting nodded, he thought that even Jiang Xindong called a smart person, he was really smart.

For a moment, there was an emotion between envy and jealousy.

It may be that he envies that the elementary school boy can be appreciated by his boyfriend, or it may be that he is jealous that he can discuss complicated professional topics with his boyfriend.

He couldn't tell himself.

The wind was getting stronger, and there was a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus blowing in. Jiang Xindong hesitated for a while, and asked, "Can we postpone tomorrow's movie? The professor wants me to bring a freshman to the competition tomorrow, and there will be a competition next week..."

Although he was a bit disappointed, He Ting clearly distinguished the priorities: "It's okay, the game is important, we'll watch the movie later." After a pause, he asked, "Where did we just talk about?"

Jiang Xindong said: "That girl in the hospital."

"Oh," He Ting turned to look at him, "Do you have any questions about her?"

Jiang Xindong shrugged: "It's gone."

He Ting was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, this is...too calm, right?

After all, he was considered a half-rival in love, so he wasn't curious?

You must know that last time he ran into a girl and confessed to Jiang Xindong, but he was depressed for a week.

He didn't speak for a long time, just kept pouring soda into his stomach.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xindong saw his depression, lowered his head and asked, "Unhappy because you can't watch a movie?"

"No." He Ting shook his head.

It's just that occasionally I feel that in this relationship, he got stuck earlier, deeper, and more humble.

If he didn't take the initiative to talk about the topic of his ex today, it seems that Jiang Xindong never took the initiative to ask, even though he might have seen Chen Linxi's thoughts long ago.

Jiang Xindong is always good at feelings, and he is not like He Ting, who is eager to understand each other and confirm this relationship.

But this is not Jiang Xindong's problem, there is no absolute fairness in the relationship.

You can't say "because I feel like you don't like you as much as I do".

It's not cool to be a bitch like that.

A few drops of rain fell on He Ting's face.He wiped it with his hand, it was cold, looked up at the sky, stood up and said, "It's raining, are you going to pick up auntie?"

Jiang Xindong got up and stretched out his hand to try on the balcony, nodded, and then confirmed again: "Are you really okay?"

He Ting licked his lips: "It's okay."

The sound of the rain was getting louder and more and more fell on He Ting's face.

Jiang Xindong raised his hand to wipe away the few strands of hair on his forehead, and gently wiped it with his fingertips: "Let's go to the movies after the game."

He Ting nodded and smiled.

The lights were dim, the wind was rumbling, and the rain mixed with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus swayed in the air. They exchanged a lemon-flavored kiss on the balcony.

The two went downstairs, and He Ting got into the taxi first. In the cloudy rainwater on the glass window, he saw Jiang Xindong's tall figure kept retreating.

Bright and extinguished, with a sense of illusion.

I don't know if it's the insecurity imprinted in his genes from his childhood environment, or because his boyfriend is too outstanding, but now he still feels that Jiang Xindong is impeccable in all aspects, as if a new sun is about to rise, You never know when it will shine brightly.

He may not be able to grasp it firmly, but he is willing to look up forever.

As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival was over, Jiang Xindong went to City C and devoted himself to the competition.

He Ting didn't know anything about this competition, so he looked it up online, and he could only piece together a superficial understanding from many professional vocabulary:

National top mathematics league.

The night before the competition, Jiang Xindong explained to him on the phone what he might take the exam tomorrow and where he was going. He Ting was really powerless to give advice, so he could only cheer palely.

In fact, he already understood what was between him and Jiang Xindong, but he saw it very clearly at that moment.

He has lived in a daze for many years, thinking that life is nothing more than this, and what waves can be caused.

But he happened to meet Jiang Xindong, a character with a halo, who won a box full of prizes in competitions, and just sang a few lines in the band, which made people like him so much.

Having a boyfriend like this is like winning a lottery on a luxury car but not knowing how to maintain it.

He is not afraid that others will stare at his big prize, but he is worried that one day he will be unable to catch up with him, and he will never catch up with the other party's footsteps.

So when he looked at the big characters "253 days before the college entrance examination" hanging on the podium, He Ting, who was used to being casual and casual, finally felt a sense of urgency.

In the past few days, Xu Ming was surprised to find that He Ting had changed his temperament: not only did he not sleep in class, but he would also catch problems at the same table during the 10 minutes between classes.

As if he had seen a ghost, he picked up a book and threw it directly on He Ting's head: "Are you out of your mind?"

He Ting turned back to the math textbook, put the pen to his ear, and said coldly, "If the book is broken, you will be compensated."

Xu Ming: "Is it important to smash it?"

The point is that you actually want to read a book!

He Ting held the pen, raised his head and pushed him away impatiently: "Don't block the blackboard, I can't see!"

Xu Ming thought to himself that this person might be foolish because he was in a relationship, so he was stunned for a long time before he remembered his purpose of coming: "It's not you, wait, wait! I want to tell you about the blackboard newspaper."

The school's annual blackboard newspaper selection began, and Xu Ming, a publicity committee member, came to ask He Ting for help.

As for why Xu Ming, who never cared about school affairs, would run for the propaganda committee, He Ting guessed that it was probably because Ye Zhiming was also the propaganda committee member of the class next door.

Unable to resist the sugar-coated bullets, He Ting took over the job and drew on the blackboard with a watercolor pen every day after school.

One day while he was drawing, he suddenly heard a classmate whistling to him behind him.

He turned his head and saw Chen Linxi wearing their school uniform, sitting on the last row of tables smiling and looking at him with her hands up.

He was startled: "Why are you here?"

"Wait for my little sister." Chen Linxi took out a box of chewing gum from her pocket and handed it to him, "I got a school uniform for me and said that I would take me to watch the handsome guys in your school play basketball games, but because of skipping class, I am now in prison." I was being trained in the office. I remembered that you were in this class so I came to take a look, but I didn’t expect you to still be here.”

He Ting had a lot of paint on his fingers, so he didn't pick up her chewing gum, and said flatly, "You're really idle."

"I only go to work at night," Chen Linxi looked at him and smiled, "Why don't you watch handsome guys?"

He Ting didn't care: "You can do whatever you want."

Chen Linxi didn't talk much, but praised his painting skills from time to time. Ten minutes later, a girl in school uniform came to the classroom and asked her to watch the competition.

She jumped off the table and invited the girls to leave happily.

He Ting didn't take this matter to heart, but he didn't expect that she would come again on Friday, this time there was no little sister, she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone.

He Ting rinsed the purple brush in the bucket, then turned to cast a glance at her: "I don't know how to comfort people."

"It's okay," Chen Linxi shook her head, "Just listen to me!"

Drawing requires full concentration. He Ting actually didn't quite hear what the people behind him were talking about, and was only concerned with scribbling and correcting on the blackboard.

It doesn't matter anyway.

At seven o'clock in the evening, as night fell, a group of moths carnivaled under the lights of the playground.The boarding students returned to the classroom one after another for evening self-study. He Ting finally wrote the last stroke on the blackboard. Chen Linxi held her growling stomach and asked him if he wanted to have dinner together.

He remembered Jiang Xindong who should be still competing in City C at this time, and dialed a call, but no one answered.

In recent months, Chen Linxi had asked him out several times, but he refused for various reasons.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he was innocent and had nothing to worry about, so he led someone into a barbecue restaurant near the school,

Unexpectedly, just after ordering, Jiang Xindong's call came back.

He Ting answered and asked, "Is the game over?"

"It's over," Jiang Xindong was very noisy at the other end, as if he was in a crowded place, "Where are you?"

He Ting looked at Chen Linxi, reported the address, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I'm back to City B, at the high-speed rail station." Jiang Xindong was walking, and He Ting heard the suitcase sliding on the ground and making a "clack" sound.

"Come back today?" He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Aren't you going to visit some museum tomorrow?"

"Not interested," Jiang Xindong walked quickly, "I'll look for you now, and I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, He Ting was uneasy for half a second, but after thinking about it, Jiang Xindong didn't care about Chen Linxi's existence at all, so he didn't need to bother others.

It was cold, and the ground was covered with yellow fallen leaves. Half an hour later, Jiang Xindong was wearing a beige sweater and dragging a black suitcase, standing clean and straight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with a smile in his clear eyes, and fell to He Ting His eyes were shining when he was on.

At that moment, He Ting thought of the warm sunshine in the morning.

However, I don't know if it was his illusion, but when those pupils touched Chen Linxi, they seemed to freeze for a moment.

The waiter added more bowls and chopsticks. After Jiang Xindong came in, Chen Linxi greeted enthusiastically: "Handsome guy, it's you again!" After she finished speaking, she turned her head and smiled at He Ting: "Is it true that people with good looks always pile up together? Appear."

He Ting automatically corrected her wrong words in her mind: instead of appearing in piles, they appeared in pairs.

Jiang Xindong simply nodded, and greeted the two of them politely. He Ting took the initiative to explain: "We met at school, so we had dinner together."

Jiang Xindong gave a "hmm", pulled out the chair and sat next to him, without saying a word.

The atmosphere was inexplicably subtle, which was not what He Ting expected.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Xindong, who had a poker face and couldn't see any expressions, so he could only continue to say: "I have been working on the blackboard newspaper all afternoon, and I just had time to eat."

Chen Linxi interrupted cheerfully: "He is serious. I think he painted for more than an hour without talking, and he painted it with concentration."

"I watched it for over an hour." Jiang Xindong turned his head and gave He Ting a meaningful look, his brows furrowed quickly.

He Ting swallowed, obviously he did nothing wrong, what's the matter with this unreasonable guilty conscience?

He shook his hands and hurriedly stuffed meat into Jiang Xindong: "The beef here is very delicious, try it."

The meat on this side has not been eaten yet, and moths have grown on the other side.

Chen Linxi pushed her can of Coke in front of He Ting, and muttered in a low voice, "Open it for me, I just got my nails done and I can't open it."

He Ting followed her gaze to find her nails, and found that they were indeed terrifyingly long.

The same goes for him at the same table. He often makes his nails gaudy, and he has to be careful when playing with his mobile phone.

It can only be said that he doesn't understand the world of girls.

Although he was reluctant, he still raised his hand to help Chen Linxi open the Coke can. Unexpectedly, the person next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands, took the can and opened the soda can in one go.

Chen Linxi stared at the opened can, and was stunned for two seconds before turning her head to thank Jiang Xindong.

The meat on the grill was sizzling, and the two boys were hungry, so they ate quietly.

Chen Linxi kept talking, insinuating, seeming very interested in the relationship between He Ting and Jiang Xindong.

Jiang Xindong, who was being asked, frowned, his dark eyes flashed cold, revealing that he didn't want to talk more.

No matter how slow Ren Heting's reaction was, he also sensed his boyfriend's displeasure.

Falling in love is a very private matter, no one would like to be uncovered by a stranger, let alone many of Chen Linxi's problems obviously crossed the line.

He Ting coughed forcefully, tapped the baking pan with his chopsticks, and said to her, "My ears are tired, can you be quiet for a while?"

Chen Linxi stuck out her tongue and let out an "oh" before stopping.

Everyone had their own thoughts on the meal. Fortunately, ten minutes later, Chen Linxi received a call, stood up and said that she was going to work, and asked He Ting: "Today's DJ special cow, there is also a performance, do you want to go to work?" to see?"

He Ting was thinking about how to refuse, when suddenly his palm felt warm and itchy.

Under the table, Jiang Xindong held his hand calmly, raised the tip of his index finger, and gently circled his palm.

One lap, two laps... like a cat's paw scratching lightly, like an electric current, it rushed to the apex of the heart, and the ears also became hot.

From that angle, as long as Chen Linxi stood up and shifted her gaze a little, she could see clearly.

He Ting was so excited that he lost half of his sanity, but he didn't dare to move. He paused for a long time before slowly uttering the word "no" from his throat.

Damn, I'm going crazy!

Fortunately, Chen Linxi didn't take a second look here.

After she left, He Ting pulled out his hand, turned to see Jiang Xindong was eating as usual, as calm as if nothing had happened just now.

He feels that Jiang Xindong is a little different today, like a child playing a prank, not... calm enough.Thinking of him bumping the opponent with his elbow, his voice raised, but it wasn't blame: "Are you crazy?"

If he had been seen just now, he would have come out on the spot.

Chen Linxi doesn't seem like someone who can keep her mouth shut. The consequences are too exciting, okay?

"Drink too much." Jiang Xindong smiled, and pushed his unopened Coke can in front of He Ting.

He Ting wanted to drink a lot of farts, you haven't had a drop of alcohol since you came in, so you're talking nonsense with your eyes open.But the embarrassment of the meal was caused by him, so he didn't intend to pursue it, so he looked at the Coke and asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

Jiang Xindong tapped his slender knuckles on the table, staring at his fingertips, seriously: "Hands hurt."

He didn't understand: "So?"

Jiang Xindong raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "Open it for me."