summer passerby

Jiang Xindong went out for 5 minutes and went home to go to his wallet. Fortunately, it didn't affect the business trip.While on standby, he called He Ting and apologized for leaving yesterday, and the two reconciled as before.

Before takeoff, He Ting sent a voice message: "I want to show you something last."

Jiang Xindong asked: "What?"

Next, Jiang Xindong's cell phone rang continuously for 2 minutes, because He Ting sent dozens of pictures in succession.

The sunlight shone directly onto the screen through the large French windows in the waiting room, dazzling and dazzling. He clicked one by one, and for some reason, he felt a tightness in his throat.

The pictures are full of positive comments from the audience on Crush's several performances, which come from various online platforms. He Ting took screenshots one by one and sent them to the lead singer of the band.

The first one was their performance in a certain bar a year ago. Some netizens commented under the video, "It sounds good, it doesn't feel like someone who has edited the sound, and the lead singer is a bit strong." The netizen who followed said: "Give me where I am How about debut!"

The second one was a performance at the graduation party of University A a few days ago. The number one net said: "University A showed up and said, Jiang Xindong's performance is so good", and then some people sighed: "I just fell in love with them, MD Tell me in a second that it has been disbanded (Tan Shou.jpg)”

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Before and after, there were about fifty or sixty comments, all of which were praises of all kinds.

Jiang Xindong doesn't usually visit social networking sites, and he doesn't take the initiative to search for the audience's opinions on the band, but he believes that not all comments are good. Obviously, He Ting carefully screened out all the unsavory and negative ones. The world's expectations and goodwill for him are personally offered.

He didn't know when He Ting started looking for these screenshots, and how long he had been looking for them, but at this moment he felt sore in his heart, and he didn't want to disappoint the people who did this and the netizens who said they liked him.

Seeing him holding his phone in a daze, the colleague sitting next to him couldn't help leaning over his head and asking, "What are you looking at? So serious."

Jiang Xindong came back to his senses, put away his phone and smiled: "Send text messages with your partner."

"I've got a date," the colleague pouted regretfully, "I wanted to introduce my own sister to you."

"Ah?" Jiang Xindong quickly vetoed the proposal after being surprised, "I have someone, do you think about other people in the company?"

The colleague shook his head helplessly, and silently dragged out the ending: "She looks at the face."

Three hours later, He Ting received the first text message from Jiang Xindong after getting off the plane: "You won."

Without context, He Ting was confused: "Win what??"

Jiang Xindong: "I decided to apply for entry in October."

He Ting almost lost his grip on the phone: "Are you going to participate in the draft?"

Jiang Xindong: "Yes."

He Ting: "!!!"

He Ting: "I'll tell Zhuang Gaoyang immediately!"

During Jiang Xindong's absence, He Ting stayed with Zonggu most of the time, occasionally calling Xu Ming and Ye Zhiming to get together.

In general, Zonggu is a joker. After going out for two years, he can still call out a bunch of friends when he returns to China. After a few days, he sings and sings every day, spending money like water.He Ting had an illusion, as if he was living the absurd life before he met Jiang Xindong again - a group of people reveled in order to waste time, and after the carnival, there was only boredom and emptiness left, repeating itself again and again, monotonous.

On Friday night, Zong Gu said he wanted to go out to play again, He Ting suddenly felt bored, lay on the sofa and rubbed his temples: "I'm an old bone, I can't move anymore."

Jiang Xindong brought him back to normal life for only half a year, but he seemed unable to live that kind of life anymore.

Zonggu had no choice but to suggest playing games at home.

Here, Jiang Xindong originally planned to come back at noon on Sunday, but the project ended early, so he changed the ticket to Friday night.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when he arrived in City B. He hesitated whether to go home or go to He Ting, but was finally defeated by five days of missing him, and went straight to He Ting's house.

No one answered He Ting's phone, but he had a spare key.

He opened the door to change his shoes, and heard noises from the living room at the entrance. He yelled twice, but no one answered him.

He walked into the house and saw two people sitting in the living room through the crack of the door, both playing games.

He Ting was smoking a cigarette, and the person next to him was about [-] or so, wearing He Ting's T-shirt, his hair was messy at first glance, and his profile was stern and heroic.

Both of them held the game controller with both hands and clicked it, and their eyes were fixed on the TV screen to see that no one had entered the room at all.

It seemed that it was time for the intermission. The young man took out a cigarette and bit it. He lit the lighter twice but failed to light it. He listened.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, obviously this is not the first time that the two of them have lit cigarettes like this.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Jiang Xindong's eyes, he pushed open the door of the living room, and found that the room was filled with smoke, and there were cigarette butts in the ashtray.

He knew that He Ting had the habit of smoking, but because he didn't like it, he restrained himself for the past six months.

He couldn't say, but at this moment his expression turned cold - he didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with He Ting smoking, or he was dissatisfied with He Ting being the truest self in front of others.

He frowned and called He Ting's name.

This time He Ting heard it. He probably didn't expect that there would be more people in the room suddenly. He was obviously taken aback, and his movements froze.He watched Jiang Xindong react for a few seconds, realized that there was still a cigarette in his mouth, and immediately grabbed the cigarette butt out in a panic, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

As he said that, he walked quickly to the wall and opened the window to let out the smell. He looked very much like a child who was caught doing bad things.

Jiang Xindong's face softened a bit: "The project ended early."

He Ting pointed to Zonggu on the sofa and said, "Zonggu, I'm young." Then he pointed to Jiang Xindong and said, "Jiang Xindong, I..."

He hesitates for a moment, not sure if Jiang Xindong likes to admit their gay relationship in front of strangers.

This momentary hesitation made Jiang Xindong frowned again.

"Understood," Zong Gu stood up and interrupted He Ting, nodded to Jiang Xindong, then put out the cigarette and walked to the guest room, "Talk slowly, I'm going to sleep first."

The only sound in the room was the music of the game preview on the TV screen, and the atmosphere was subtle. Jiang Xindong came over, raised his palm and pressed He Ting's head hard, and said, "It seems that you have had a good time these few days. of."

These words seemed to be said casually, but He Ting was keenly aware of the slight sarcasm and displeasure in the tone.

He leaned over and held Jiang Xindong's arm, his eyes affirmed: "No."

Jiang Xindong's lips were too thin, so he pursed them slightly, and didn't speak any more.

I don't know if I am not satisfied with his answer, or I have other ideas.

He Ting paused: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xindong was silent for a moment, watching him: "Why didn't you say I was your boyfriend just now?"

He Ting was stunned, wait, that's why?

I almost thought that I was involved in something big...

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his cold fingertips, stroked along the skin texture of Jiang Xindong's forearm to the palm of his hand, then clasped the other's five fingers, put his mouth next to his ear and whispered: "I'm afraid you don't want people you don't know well to know. ah."

The game entered the standby interface, the room was dark, Jiang Xindong kept looking at him, and after a few seconds he sighed softly: "You..."

"You don't know, are you jealous?" He Ting had a pair of beautiful narrow eyes, and when he smiled, they were clear and clean. Under the dim light, there seemed to be a layer of hazy water flowing in the brown pupils.

Jiang Xindong stared at it, and soon fell into the rippling water light. He didn't care about the details, and kissed the person smoothly.

The next day, the three of them had a simple breakfast.

After dinner, Zong told him that he was going to move to another friend's house wisely, He Ting was out of his wits, and asked wonderingly, "I don't have anything delicious to offer you here?"

Zong Gu patted his head and glanced at Jiang Xindong: "I don't have the habit of being a light bulb..."

Only then did He Ting understand, and he let out a faint "oh".

Zong Gu's friend is Du Yang, who also went to the United States to study in high school for the summer vacation, and He Ting only met him a few times.

At noon, Du Yang called and asked Zonggu if he wanted to drive over to pick him up, but Zonggu sat on the suitcase and said no.

Du Yang smiled and joked on the other end of the phone: "I called you here a few days ago and you didn't come. What's the wind blowing today? Are you unhappy living at your first love's house?"

The room was quiet, and the microphone was loud. Jiang Xindong, who was sitting next to him, could hear the conversation clearly. He suddenly raised his head to look at He Ting who was on the phone on the balcony, and his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

Zong Gu almost fell off the suitcase, and when he stood up and looked back at Jiang Xindong, the other party had already adjusted his expression, and there was no emotion in his black eyes.

Zong Gu didn't find anything wrong with Jiang Xindong, so he put his heart down, took the phone and walked away, and angrily called back: "Fuck, are you sick?"

Jiang Xindong sat on the sofa calmly, Zonggu's slightly flustered look back just now made him sure that the "first love" he mentioned on the phone was He Ting.

He Ting had never told him about first love, so he subconsciously thought that he was He Ting's first love.

Looking back, if He Ting didn't say anything, it really didn't mean he didn't.

But since He Ting chooses to avoid talking about it, there will always be his reasons.

Jiang Xindong didn't intend to pursue it, because he knew that if He Ting wanted to confess, there was no need for him to pursue it personally today.

He chose to believe in He Ting.No matter what happened before, the past is the past, he owns He Ting's present and future, and respects all choices and decisions of He Ting.