summer passerby

The wooden clock on the wall of the living room made a sound of "tick, tick" at a constant speed. In contrast, He Ting's heart was beating too frequently and flustered.After a brief pause, he pretended to be calm and said, "I don't understand."

He Wenbin sneered, took out his phone, opened a video, and "slapped" it to the corner of the table next to He Ting: "Look for yourself!"

He Ting lowered his eyes, and his eyes touched the two people embracing each other on the phone, and his heart instantly fell to the bottom.

That tall and straight silhouette is Jiang Xindong

And the boy leaning on Jiang Xindong's shoulder was himself.

This video should have been shot downstairs at his house half a month ago. It was raining heavily in city B that day, and he went out with an umbrella to pick up Jiang Xindong, who had just finished recording. Then kissed.

The pixels of the video are not too high, and there is a high probability that no professional equipment was used, it was shot with a mobile phone, but it is enough to recognize the two people inside.

He Ting's hands trembled slightly, he glanced at the progress bar of the video, and immediately clicked to stop playing, because the two of them should kiss in the future.

There is no point in denying it anymore, obviously He Wenbin knows everything.

His face was pale, his throat was uncomfortably blocked, and he opened his lips after a while: "What do you want?"

"What do you want?" He Wenbin glanced at the phone with disgust, "You go abroad for me immediately, and promise not to see him again, and promise not to do such disgusting things in the future!"

He Ting still lowered his head, and his thumb, which was tightly held in the palm of his hand, sank into the flesh, making it painful to rub.

There was a lot of noise in the air, and his brain was in a state of shutdown for a while. He wanted to reject it reflexively, but his intuition told him it was best not to.

In the next second, He Wenbin confirmed that his intuition was correct.

"A homosexual who molests minors, if it comes out, which company dares to sign him?"

He Ting raised his head suddenly, his lips trembled with anger, and he was speechless for a while.

Homosexuality, molesting minors.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, spreading this kind of black material is equivalent to social death for a newcomer. In the future, let alone the entertainment industry, Jiang Xindong may not even be able to get along in the financial industry.

He Ting clenched his palms tightly: "He didn't! I liked him first!"

He Wenbin grabbed him by the collar, glaring, with fierce eyes: "I'm your father, if I say so, I will!"

The air conditioner in the room was blowing cold wind, he stared at He Wenbin, clenched his teeth tightly, his lips turned white, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He knew that He Wenbin was not just talking, but he had no other choice.

Time seems to go back to the night when all his paintings were smashed.

Desperate, suffocating, breathless.

Over the years, he has been trying to escape this cage trapped by blood, and he once thought that he had grown sharp minions that could escape, but now looking back, he found that everything was the same and nothing had changed.

He was still that fish lying on the chopping board to be slaughtered, and the minions grown by the fish were useless.

The overhead chandelier was only turned on for a third of the time, and the dull light fell silently to the ground, making it dark and deserted.

He raised his head slightly, but felt that the light was too dazzling, so bright that tears came out.

He Wenbin caught a glimpse of He Ting's red eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he put away his anger, let go of his collar, and pointed to the tip of his nose: "Think about it, if you can't figure it out, I'll contact the media this week."

A few minutes after He Wenbin went upstairs, Li Man handed He Ting a glass of water in his nightgown.

He glanced at the cup and guessed that Li Man was here as a lobbyist, so he didn't answer it.

Sitting on the sofa, Li Man said casually, "Go upstairs and go to sleep. Sister Meng said that she wants to talk to you tomorrow."

In fact, she usually doesn't care about He Ting's affairs, but she also introduced Jiang Xindong as a tutor, so this matter has nothing to do with her.

Secondly, when she was young, she had been favored by the Meng family, and she hoped that this matter could be resolved gently.

He Ting's voice was hoarse, and he asked in a daze, "Auntie also knows?"

Li Man nodded: "I talked to her on the phone."

He Ting lowered his head and didn't say anything more.

Li Man looked at him: "If you know your dad well, you must know that there is only one solution to this matter, that is, you and your...Jiang Xindong cut off contact."

He Ting remained silent.

Li Man raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued: "The people who beat you to the hospital last time, those who deserved to go to jail, those who should be transferred to another school, do you know that it was all done by your father? He is not soft on those people, and he is not soft on Jiang Xindong. Won't."

He Ting smiled bitterly and said, "Then I really thank him."

Li Man pondered his expression, pondered for a few seconds and said: "Sister Meng is half my teacher, and I don't want your father to do anything too much to her son. As long as you obediently go abroad, I will persuade you of."

Hearing the last sentence, He Ting's tightly clenched palms loosened a bit.He raised his head and looked directly into Li Man's eyes, as if he was trying to judge whether the other party was sincere.

Li Man nodded at him: "This will be the best result for Jiang Xindong."

The clock on the wall was still ringing dully, she waited for a long time but didn't get an answer, she was a little sleepy, when she was about to get up and go back to the bedroom, her sleeves were suddenly pulled, so she stopped and looked back.

He Ting's reddened eyes were covered with mist, and there was no trace of pride on his face, only a humble begging: "Don't let my dad touch him."

After Li Man left, the living room was dead silent. He Ting was in a state of confusion, wiped away tears, sat there for a while, remembering that Jiang Xindong was almost finished, took out his phone, and sent a WeChat message: "I'm not at home because of something today. Don't come."

After sending it, he was afraid that the other party would call him, so he immediately turned off the phone.

Because he didn't dare to listen to Jiang Xindong's voice.

That voice was so gentle.

You may not be able to stop crying when you hear it.

On his 18th birthday, he spent the longest night of his life alone.

He couldn't fall asleep until the sky gradually dawned in the morning. The beard stubble seemed to appear overnight, and his eyes in the mirror were bloodshot and haggard.

He really couldn't eat breakfast, and he only took two sips of water throughout the day.

At ten o'clock, Li Man took him to find Meng Banmei.

The world is such a fucking mess sometimes.

For example, he was told to break up with Jiang Xindong on his 18th birthday.

Another example is that Jiang Xindong is looking for him all over the world, and he is talking to his mother at Jiang Xindong's house.

Meng Banmei originally prepared some impolite remarks, but seeing He Ting standing in front of her with lowered brows and pleasing eyes, her red eyes were still a little swollen, many words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.

When Er Qi pounced on He Ting, she took out a box from her bag.

It contained the jade bracelet that He Ting gave her during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"I checked this brand a few days ago," she put the box on the table and pushed it to He Ting, "It's too expensive, I can't accept it, you can take it back."

He Ting remained motionless, the jade bracelet was left hanging on the table.

Meng Banmei sighed softly: "You know my family's conditions, it's not as good as yours, and you will have many choices in your life in the future, but Dongdong doesn't."

He Ting stared at the bracelet, feeling labored with every breath.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Meng Banmei became emotional suddenly, and patted the table and said, "Do you understand what I mean? His career and life have just improved a bit now, and there is no room for any stains. If you continue like this... it will ruin him !"

He Ting squeezed his palms tightly, feeling chills, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't..."

I am sorry.

Really sorry.

It never occurred to me to kill him.

I wish him the best more than anyone else.

We just fell in love like other couples do, I just love him.

But for some reason, loving someone becomes, in your eyes, destroying him.

There was only He Ting's murmur in the room, and the atmosphere was oppressive. Meng Banmei wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "You are also a good boy... Auntie just begs you, let him go..."

"Let him go" seemed to be a vicious spell, hitting He Ting's ears with needles in every word.

When He Wenbin said "disgusting", he couldn't hurt him, but these three words broke his final line of defense.

He heard the sound of the world crashing to the ground, and the last bit of stubbornness disappeared.

As if he had been sucked out of his remaining strength, he took a step back and leaned against the pale wall exhausted.

A mother wiped her tears and begged him to let her son go, but he couldn't say "no" no matter what.

So he said, "Okay."

After closing his eyes, two lines of tears suddenly slid down his cheeks.

After a pause, he asked again in a hoarse voice: "Brother Dong, do you understand?"

Meng Banmei rubbed her temples, shook her head and laughed, "He hasn't been back for several days."

That's right, Jiang Xindong lives there these days.

That's good.

"I only have one request." He Ting raised his scarlet eye circles, pursed his lips, and said with some difficulty, "If you can, you can pretend that you don't know me and him... about this matter, I will find other reasons to talk to you He breaks up."

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

He intends to find an excuse that may be despicable, but can make Jiang Xindong let go of this relationship quickly.

Lovesickness does not allow this kind of suffering, it is enough for him to digest it alone, there is no need to take two people into it.

Meng Banmei stared blankly at He Ting, with many complicated emotions flashing in her eyes for a moment, and it took her a long time to say "yes".

Before leaving, Li Man sat down and chatted with Meng Banmei, and the two families agreed to reach a tacit agreement—in the future, Jiang Xindong will walk on his Sunshine Avenue, and He has heard of his single-plank bridge, and they will not interfere with each other ever since.

Er Qi keenly sensed He Ting's sadness, it hummed anxiously, and from time to time it would stick to lick its master's hand and rub its head.

It has been so long since He Ting picked it up, this is the most obedient and considerate day for it.

Meng Banmei sighed: "This is your dog, I have no objection if you want to take it away. But if you decide not to take it... forget about it."

Bian Mu is so smart, He Ting always thinks it understands, it droops its tail, walks around the room anxiously, whimpering softly, as if making a difficult decision.

Hudou followed it nervously, for fear that it would go away with its original owner as soon as it turned its head.

See, even two dogs will be reluctant to leave each other after being together for a long time.

He Ting was so determined to separate them, he knelt down and stroked Er Qi's head, sobbing softly, "I'm leaving, can you accompany him instead of me?"

Er Qi looked at him eagerly, and finally let out a desolate sob.