summer passerby

Four years, enough for He Ting to graduate from university to find a decent job, enough for Jiang Xindong to become a big singer since he was a child, and enough for two lovers to fall apart and forget each other.

In the days when they just broke up, He Ting was pessimistic and world-weary, but he often couldn't help but fantasize about the scene of reuniting with Jiang Xindong, maybe on a bustling street corner, or in a snack bar outside the university town, either in surprise or regret.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet again in such a messy bar, with some unnamed people around.

Jiang Xindong was dressed in black, with a straight back and charming facial features.

He Ting stared blankly, every nerve from his toes to the tip of his hair was affected by him, and the hand holding the wine glass suddenly trembled violently.

On a certain day three years ago, he almost jumped off the balcony of the apartment on the 29th floor. The one who held him back at that time was the boy in his memory who was wearing a white short sleeve and smiling at him against the light.On a bright summer day, the boy always likes to hit his head with a ballpoint pen, then gently and carefully write down the steps to solve the math problem on the scratch paper, and finally asks him with a smile if he knows it?

Now the young man has already transformed, put down the pen and paper, picked up the microphone, and has become the hottest lead singer of the band.And He Ting was no longer that rebellious and aloof problem boy, he was worn out by life, and he started to learn to work and make money.

It is said that the most precious thing for a lover is companionship. More than 1000 days and nights have passed between them.

Jiang Xindong lost his mind at the door, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he remained motionless.

Yi Fan, who was following behind, almost bumped into him without stopping, and complained, "Why are you..." Then he immediately shut his mouth when he recognized He Ting.

In the next second, Jiang Xindong frowned and stared at Gao Yu's hand on He Ting's shoulder, the disgust in his eyes flashed, and then he quickly looked away from He Ting, and looked elsewhere calmly.

As if he was just an unrelated stranger.

He Ting was stabbed by that disgusted look, the blood on his face faded, and a hole was split in his heart, throbbing with pain.

At the door, Jiang Xindong raised his legs and walked in, greeting many people, but he was ignored.He Ting quietly looked at the ex-boyfriend surrounded by the crowd, listening to the deep and magnetic voice, listening so closely for the first time in four years, it was kind and unfamiliar.

The people in the movie are the luckiest. After reuniting after a long absence, they can resolve the misunderstanding and continue the relationship. However, people in reality, if they miss it, they miss it. will come forward.

He Ting raised the wine in his hand and drank one cup after another, the cold wine flowed into the blood, the hot feelings were soaked, and the dull pain in the heart also faded away.

Jiang Xindong's gaze never moved to his side for even half a second, maybe he had drunk enough, but He Ting didn't care anymore, and felt that tonight was worth it.He made a wish, and saw Jiang Xindong talking and laughing with others in a calm manner on the spot, confirming that the original decision was right, and he has no regrets.

After drinking his ninth glass of wine, he planned to stop there and slip away without a trace.

But the sky didn't work out, so Gao Yu was so drunk that she glanced in Li Zhen's direction, took He Ting into the crowd, and said excitedly to the Crush members: "Brother, let me introduce you to us today." The photographer is very skilled, next time you have a shoot, consider him..."

The voice was neither loud nor low, just enough to attract everyone to face each other.

Jiang Xindong finally turned his head to look at him, his eyes fell lightly on him, showing a bit of inadvertence and indifference.

"I've seen it." Yi Fan raised his hand voluntarily.

Gao Yu sighed, "So you know each other!"

Maybe it was because the lights were too dazzling, He Ting forgot how he walked there, greeted Yi Fan mechanically, clinked glasses dully, and immersed himself in drinking.

He finally walked to Jiang Xindong's side, but he didn't dare to look up.

"Brother Dong!" Gao Yu pointed to He Ting and asked, "Then you two knew each other before?"

"En." Jiang Xindong frowned, his black eyes stared at He Ting with a cold light.

He Ting nodded slightly, looking at Shangying with straight nose and deep eyes, the tip of her heart shrank for no reason, and the small pain spread quickly, spreading to the bloody bones.

He twitched the corners of his mouth vigorously, hiding his emotions, and said lightly, "Long time no see."

The wine glasses swayed, and the cups were staggered. They looked at each other, as if the movie was in slow motion, and every inch of light hitting each other's skin was clearly visible.After a brief silence, Jiang Xindong raised the corner of his mouth very lightly, and replied politely and coldly: "Long time no see."

Under the blurred light and shadow, there is no more words.

That summer full of mint and watermelon flavors is gone forever, and finally they became a passing visitor in each other's fleeting years, and when they met again, only the most ordinary greetings remained.

In embarrassment, Li Zhen came up and asked someone to send Gao Yu back to the room. He raised his glass and wanted to drink with He Ting: "I want to pay respects to such an excellent photographer."

The words were sweet, but there was a lot of hostility in his eyes, He Ting didn't bother to think about the possible relationship between him and Gao Yu, but when he saw Jiang Xindong, his mind became confused, and he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Zhuang Gaoyang, who was on the side, also joined in, filling up the wine and asking to congratulate him.

Jiang Xindong was his brother who had played with him since he was a child. It is reasonable to say that the two of them fell in love and broke up and had nothing to do with him, but when he thought of Jiang Xindong's decadent days after the breakup, he felt that He Ting was too unkind.

If he finally gets the chance, he must be punished.

So after Li Zhen's toast, Zhuang Gaoyang immediately picked it up, mixed white wine with beer, came and went, He Ting was dizzy no matter how good he was drinking, his fair skin was stained with several layers of blush, and his eyes narrowed when he smiled It is curved, like a spring water in its mouth.

Seeing Zhuang Gaoyang was stunned for a while, he suddenly understood why Jiang Xindong was obsessed with this person at the beginning, it was quite attractive.

He Ting was not stupid, he knew that both of them were trying to bully him, and wanted him to make a fool of himself.And Jiang Xindong just watched with cold eyes, every look was like a knife, scraping on his body, painful.

He thought that if making a fool of himself would make Jiang Xindong hate him less, then he would be willing to drink it, so he returned two toasts, and almost blew on the bottle.

The light above his head went dark for a while and brightened for a while, and Jiang Xindong's face became darker and darker.He didn't understand that an arrogant rich second generation like He Ting should be in the fashion industry just for fun, and there's no need to be forced to be like this in front of everyone.

But today's He Ting seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, his eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, and he didn't say a single word.

His face was always sullen, his palms were unconsciously clenched into fists, his joints were distinct and his veins burst out, and finally he coughed heavily at Zhuang Gaoyang when He Ting Buzhi fell on Zhao Xing.

Zhuang Gaoyang raised his head and bumped into Jiang Xindong's tightly frowned brows, knowing that he was angry. After all, he was the one he loved most in the past, and he still couldn't see others spoiling him if he broke up.

Sighing, he pulled Li Zhen away, and said to Zhao Xing, your friend must have drunk too much, send him back to rest quickly.

Supported by Zhao Xing, He Ting staggered outside and vomited in the trash can. He was not bad at drinking, but when the sea breeze blew, his eyes became clearer, and he turned his head and said to Zhao Xing: "You go back first. Come on, let me blow dry."

The hotel has its own beach, and even at night there are sporadic figures. Zhao Xing saw that he was indeed awake after vomiting, and returned to the bar after repeatedly confirming that he was all right.

In the private room, Zhuang Gaoyang saw Zhao Xing coming in, and asked him in front of Jiang Xindong: "Sent back to the room?"

He knew that this was what Jiang Xindong wanted to ask, but he definitely couldn't open it because of face.

Unexpectedly, this Zhao Xing was unreliable, so he actually replied to him and said: "He wants to blow the sea breeze, and he will not go back. I saw that he woke up too, so I put him on the beach."

Zhuang Gaoyang said in his heart, throwing people who are drunk like that on the beach, is it murder if something happens?

He was about to say something, when he looked back, the door of the private room was wide open, and Jiang Xindong's figure had disappeared.

The sea and the sky are connected into a pitch-black piece. A couple on the left lit two cold smoke sticks. The faint light of the fire illuminated the smiles on their faces, and the laughter mixed with the sound of the waves lingered in their ears.

He Ting sat on a corner of the beach and listened carefully, thinking of the Spring Festival when he was 18.He thought he would spend it alone, but he didn't expect that at one o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xindong put on a coat and ran downstairs to his house, bringing the same kind of cold smoke sticks.

They went upstairs to hold the fireworks, and it was snowing outside. He Ting was wearing home pajamas, and his nose was red from the cold.Jiang Xindong took off his scarf and coat and put them on him, and gently patted the snowflakes off his head by the way.

When the fireworks flickered, He Ting asked him why he came so late.

Jiang Xindong lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth in a neutral manner, and said with a slight smile, "I miss you a little bit."

Snowflakes and cold wind melted in that smile.

In the golden fireworks, Jiang Xindong's handsome face loomed, and He Ting's heartbeat accelerated and his body temperature rose.

When he was ten years old, he felt that this kind of fireworks stick was too mentally retarded, but he had a great time playing it that day.After thinking about it, it was just because Jiang Xindong brought it.If you can play with him, you will never get tired of playing.

However, the person who would rush to see him in the middle of the night wrapped in the cold wind is now unwilling to even give a simple greeting.The disdain and contempt in his eyes were like a thick wall that lay between them and could not be crossed.

There were a few stars in the sky, flickering and flickering, He Ting lost his focus.The waves swept away the sand and rocks on the ground, and also swept away his reason. He stood up and stepped directly into the seawater wearing his sneakers.

In the past few years, he often feels very tired, tired of drinking water, tired of breathing, tired of missing, and tired of living.

Looking at the darkness in front of him, he thought it would be a relief if he walked straight on.

Then this heart that has been broken so many times, the dark night that has cried so many times, and those breathless, desperate, unloved feelings can all end here.

No more pain from now on.

He raised his leg and took a few steps forward, the cold seawater submerged his knees, awakening some self-defense cells in his body.Two voices came out of his mind, one comforted him and said to go on, and he would not be tired after walking in; the other pulled him hard, trying to pull him back, shouting that you still have unfinished business.

Long hesitation, as if even time stood still.

Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist, and He Ting suddenly turned his head away. It was the man from the couple just now, who asked him nervously, "Are you okay?".After finishing speaking, He Tingchu remained motionless on the spot, and then switched to English: "Areyouok?"

"I'm fine," He Ting patted his cheeks as if he just woke up from a dream, and made up an excuse a little embarrassedly, "My ring fell into it, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he felt that the reason he made up was very bad, so he lowered his head and stopped talking.

"En." The man was still suspicious, and he watched He Ting leave the beach before giving up.

In the hotel, He Ting walked into the elevator slowly, the sneakers were still dripping, thinking about what happened just now, he raised his hand and pinched his thigh vigorously, his flesh-colored skin instantly turned red, leaving a bloodstain son.

The pain finally woke him up, He Chenxing was still waiting for his bone marrow test results, how could he just walk away?

Outside the hotel, half of Jiang Xindong's face was hidden in the night, his deep eyes were fixed on He Ting's back, his complexion was complicated, he didn't look back until the other party got on the elevator.