summer passerby

Zong Gu's birthday was a week later, and many friends He Ting didn't know were invited.

He Ting stayed for an hour before seeing Xu Ming enter, followed by Ye Zhiming.He walked up to say hello, but both of them looked preoccupied, Xu Ming gave the gift to Zong Gu, and left without saying a few words.

At this time, the people in K Song were tone deaf, and the tone had gone to the British island. He Ting rubbed his ears and frowned in distress: "Actually, I want to leave too."

Zong Gu grabbed him by the collar and brought him back: "No, you can leave after cutting the cake."

Ten minutes later, the waiter rolled out a three-tiered cake. Everyone cheered and celebrated. He Ting ate some cake symbolically, and pushed the door out of the private room when Zonggu was pulled to punch him. Period, he wanted to ask what was going on.

The phone couldn't get through, he walked through the long corridor and found a terrace at the end, intending to go there to have a breeze.

Before the person walked over, he heard a familiar voice: "So you still like him?"

The voice sounded like Xu Ming's. He Ting took a few steps forward, and sure enough, he and Ye Zhiming's backs were standing on the balcony.

"Even if I've done so much, it's useless." Xu Ming's voice was depressed, and He Ting stopped in his tracks, feeling that he shouldn't go any further.

Xu Ming's thoughts on Ye Zhiming, he has already seen a thing or two, but he did not expect that Ye Zhiming actually has someone he likes.

The next second, Ye Zhiming, who had been silent all this time, said in a trembling voice, "Yes."

There were a few sparse stars hanging in the sky, and the summer evening wind blew the ends of the hair and the corners of the clothes of the two teenagers on the rooftop. It should have been a pleasant picture, but now He Ting only felt regretful.

Xu Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, I will do what you wish."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, walked out with big strides, and met He Ting head-on. He obviously froze for a moment, but quickly passed by indifferently.

It was as if he hadn't seen this person from beginning to end.

He Ting caught a glimpse of his scarlet eyes, his heart sank, he reached out to grab the corner of his clothes, and shouted: "Xu Ming..."

Xu Ming stopped in his tracks, and gave him a cold look from the end of his eyes, full of alienation and rejection.He slapped He Ting's hand off forcefully: "Don't fucking bother me!"

He Ting was fixed in place by that gaze, and stretched back his hand that was a little red from the beating, a little stunned.He knew that Xu Ming was angry now, and it was useless to talk more, but he couldn't figure out why the other party looked at him like that.

He originally wanted to say a lot, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided to wait for someone to calm down in a few days before speaking.

Xu Ming's back was getting farther and farther away, there was no sound on the terrace, He Ting stood there for a while, walked over, raised his head slightly, and saw Ye Zhiming's face covered with tears.

As the wind blew, Ye Zhiming almost bit his lower lip, and the first sentence he met his gaze was "I'm sorry".

"Sorry for what?" He Ting felt baffled, these three words were as illogical as the look in Xu Ming's eyes just now.

However, Ye Zhiming stopped talking, his eyes were empty and his mind was not on this side at all.

He Ting looked at him and asked worriedly, "You...were you crying?"

Ye Zhiming touched his face with five fingers, looked at the tears on his fingertips, and shook his head: "I...don't know."

Five minutes later, Ye Zhiming left in a daze.

He Ting didn't ask any questions, and didn't want to go back to the noisy private room. He stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. When the wind blew, the ash from the burning embers scattered away.

Xu Ming's disgusted look at him last time reappeared in his mind from time to time. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that something was different.

Jiang Xindong's call came at 11:[-] in the evening, and He Ting had already sat on the balcony and smoked his fourth cigarette depressed.

"I'm downstairs at the hotel, come down when you're done." Perhaps because of the intensive rehearsal and recording of the program recently, Jiang Xindong's voice was a little hoarse.

He Ting mentioned that he would come here to celebrate Zonggu's birthday today, but he didn't expect Jiang Xindong to pick him up in person.

If I had known earlier, I would not have smoked so much.

He threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes into the trash can, as if this would reduce the smell of cigarettes on his body.

Determined to deceive himself.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, there was no one in front of the hotel. He heard the elevator and saw a straight figure not far away.

With his hands in his pockets, Jiang Xindong stood under the street lamp a little loosely, his black fisherman's hat blocked half of his face, and the light and shadow overlapped on his sharp jaw line, smooth and refreshing.

He Ting stood and watched for a while, until the other party waved to him, then walked over slowly.

"Why are you standing in a daze at the door?" Jiang Xindong asked.

He Ting didn't reply, he closed his eyes tiredly, and put his face directly on his shoulder.

"..." Jiang Xindong smelled the smoke on He Ting's body, and was slightly taken aback, "What's wrong?"

He Ting wrapped his arms around his waist, and in a hugging posture, sighed: "I'm a little tired, let me take it easy."

No one noticed them at night, but suddenly a half-drunk young woman stared at him for a while, and after a few seconds, she screamed excitedly, attracting a few passers-by to look sideways.

Jiang Xindong's eyes turned cold instantly, and impatiently made a silent gesture.

Obviously He Ting was in a low mood today, he didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time.

The woman met his warning eyes, was slightly taken aback, turned around and left.

The world became quiet again, Jiang Xindong put his hand on He Ting's head and rubbed it, and the two hugged for a while without saying a word.

The summer in City B is cloudy and sunny, sometimes it is warm and windy, and sometimes it is rainy.The wind was louder again, and there were still tiny raindrops falling on his hands. He took off his hat and pressed it on He Ting's head, and said in a low voice, "It's raining."

He Ting raised his head, looked straight at Jiang Xindong, his eyes turned up, a little red, and asked unsurely: "Will you always be with me?"

Jiang Xindong didn't understand what stimulated him today, he gently wiped his reddish eye corners with his thumb, and replied with distress but certainty: "Yes."

The dim yellow light of the street lamp laid a soft texture in Jiang Xindong's pupils, which was unbelievably warm.

It is said that the promises made in love are just beautiful fairy tales, fleeting, but He Ting has a different opinion.

People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and things have birth and death. No one has ever seen the real eternity.

Since it can't be said forever, as long as the person who said the oath has acted for real, it can be counted as a real existence.

As the rain was getting heavier, he let go of his hands and stood up, wiped off the few drops of rainwater that fell on the tip of his boyfriend's nose, pulled the corner of his shirt and said, "Go home."

Life is not like the protagonist of a hot-blooded anime. No matter how backward and failed in the early stage, you will always succeed after working hard for a while.And the life of thousands of people is more like a passer-by or an NPC, not twisty enough, not magnificent enough, and always accompanied by shortcomings.

The results of the college entrance examination came out at the end of June, and He Ting did well in the exam, and was still more than 20 points away from the school he wanted to go to.

It made sense, he was far from disappointed, and decided to take the art test next year.

He Wenbin contacted Lao Zhou and unexpectedly found that He Ting's college entrance examination scores were much higher than he expected. Lao Zhou said on the phone that if He Ting worked harder next year, he might be able to enter the top art school in China.

Recently, He Wenbin's company had a change in the top management, and it was a mess. He Ting insisted on repeating the study. After thinking about it, he temporarily held back the idea of ​​sending his son abroad.

News of the admission came out one after another, and Ye Zhiming got his wish and was admitted to the law department of University A, but He Ting didn't think he was very happy.

They have been unable to contact Xu Ming for nearly a month, the phone is turned off, and there is no one at home.

Sometimes this world is very strange, obviously Xu Ming is having a relationship with Ye Zhiming, but he just wants to get on him.

He was so angry that he still couldn't help asking around, and finally got some information from Lao Zhou, saying that Xu Ming's family was planning to let him go abroad, and they were currently going through the formalities.

After hanging up the phone, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he sent another message to Xu Mingxian, just two words, grandson.

Three days later, the grandson finally replied He Ting.

On WeChat, the grandson sent a few attachments, followed by a voice: "I will not refund the ticket to Sanya, you go and say that you booked it."

He Ting clicked on it, and the attachment was the gift that Xu Ming secretly ordered for Ye Zhiming in August before the college entrance examination—a flight ticket to Sanya and a hotel reservation.With quick eyesight and quick hands, he immediately returned a call.

Fortunately, the grandson still had a little conscience, so he didn't hang up, and even picked up the phone to bid him farewell, saying that he had already bought the ticket to go abroad and would leave tomorrow.

Hearing this, He Ting suffocated for a long time and went straight to Tianling Gai, and scolded: "It's none of my business for you to have conflicts with Ye Zhiming! Why don't you answer my phone? Don't say anything when you go abroad. What are you doing?" ghost……"

"He Ting," Xu Ming interrupted him and sighed, "You really don't know?"

"Know what?" He Ting was at a loss.

Xu Ming hesitated for a long time: "Forget it."

He Ting was dumbfounded: "Fuck! What are you trying to say?"

It's annoying enough to go around.

Xu Ming still didn't answer, He Ting was not stupid, he knew he didn't want to talk, so he had to explain himself: "I swear I only found out that he has someone he likes that day."

Later, the two chatted about some unimportant topics. He Ting only remembered that before hanging up the phone, Xu Ming said again that he hoped that he would accompany Ye Zhiming to Sanya.

This was the most gentle sentence Xu Ming said that night, and He Ting even felt some pleading from it.

He pondered, love is indeed easy to make people humble, he can't escape, and neither can Xu Ming.

The next day He Ting didn't go to the airport to see him off, because he really didn't like parting.

The summer after the college entrance examination is a huge separation. Good friends cherish each other, those who have loved may go their separate ways, and those who have a crush on may not necessarily respond.

The small notes passed on in class, the breakfast brought eccentrically, and the gifts that were not handed out, youth whizzed by with shortcomings, like a drop of water disappearing on the surface of a lake. At first I thought it would be a long time, but after I really passed it, I realized that it was just a blink of an eye .

In the end, Xu Ming didn't catch up to his moon, but he had met the moonlight before, so he didn't know if it was worth it to him.

The author says:

Happy belated new year!