summer passerby

In the elevator, He Ting deliberately tidied up his appearance, but the corners of his eyes were still slightly red from crying, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

When I came to the door of the house, I took out the key and inserted it in. After twisting it a few times, it didn't work, but the person inside opened the door first.

Jiang Xindong leaned against the wall in a simple white shirt, with two buttons unbuttoned at the neckline. The face on the clean neck was tired. I don't know if it was because the performance was too tiring, or because he didn't have a good rest last night.

He Ting's eyes slid up along his beautiful Adam's apple, passed over his thin lips and bridge of nose, and finally fell into his dark eyes.

It's over, it's only been 24 hours, and he already misses the person in front of him terribly.

Jiang Xindong half leaned against the wall, lowered his eyebrows and teased: "Do you still remember going home?"

"I..." He Ting opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, and he suppressed the cruel words that had been rehearsed in his mind all morning, unable to say anything.

"You?" Jiang Xindong raised his eyebrows, "I'll call the police if you come back a few minutes late, where did you go last night?"

He Ting paused: "I went to a friend's house. Yesterday they suddenly said they would help me celebrate my birthday, so I didn't look at my phone after drinking too much."

"My heart is quite big..." Jiang Xindong was originally angry, but when he caught a glimpse of the corner of He Ting's eyes, he froze, and his voice softened involuntarily, "Why are your eyes red?"

"Is it red?" He Ting looked away and changed his shoes pretending to be calm.

Jiang Xindong pinched his chin, stared closely at the corners of those reddish eyes for a few seconds, and asked softly, "Why do you look so haggard?"

The voice was so kind and sweet, He Ting almost wanted to cry, he gritted his teeth and pushed Jiang Xindong away: "I slept too late last night."

To be precise, he didn't sleep all night.

"I found that you became lawless after the college entrance examination." Jiang Xindong smacked his forehead heavily.

He Ting did not subconsciously back away as usual, but stood blankly expressionless.

Jiang Xindong frowned lightly, noticing that he was not in good spirits, dragged him to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and let him sleep for a while.

He Ting was so tired, he closed his eyes and entered a cloudy dream. In the dream, he kept chasing a figure, and when he finally caught up, that figure was trampled to pieces.

He cried hoarsely in his dream, and he was even more tired after waking up.

In the house, Jiang Xindong had already prepared the dishes, and the afterglow of the sun shone on the dining table, which was full of color, fragrance and taste.

Jiang Xindong clapped his hands: "I wanted to take you out to eat, but I don't know how long you will sleep until."

He heard nothing, sat down, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat in silence.

This is probably the last time Jiang Xindong cooks for him, so he has to eat carefully.

After eating half a bowl of rice, Jiang Xindong leaned on the sofa chair and squinted at him: "You are not quite right today, what's wrong?"

"Huh?" He Ting slightly raised his eyelids, not daring to look directly at the serious person opposite.

The sun was setting, and the glass window reflected a burst of strong light, which made him close his eyes.

At that moment, Meng Banmei's crying voice appeared in her mind again.

Beg him to let go.

Let go.

Let go of Jiang Xindong's hand.

unavoidable.

After a long silence, he lowered his head and said, "I've decided to study abroad."

Jiang Xindong was taken aback for a moment: "When was it decided?"

"I've been thinking about it recently," He Ting said lightly, "It was decided yesterday."

"Did you decide it yourself? Or did your father force you?"

"Myself."

Jiang Xindong was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's good, you come back during the holidays, and I will go to you in class."

He Ting huddled in his stomach, and pretended to be indifferent: "I may not come back during my vacation." After a short pause, he said again: "Don't come to me either."

Jiang Xindong held back all his smiles: "What do you mean?"

There was no expression on He Ting's heartless and ungrateful face: "It's literally."

Jiang Xindong was obviously stagnant, feeling that such a conversation was too absurd, they were still sleeping on the same bed last night, when He Ting woke up, he grabbed his left arm and refused to let go.

He preferred to believe that He Ting lost his temper suddenly.

After thinking for a few seconds, he straightened up and walked over, pulled He Ting into his arms, and gently rubbed his hair: "What's wrong with you? Is it because I'm busy and don't have time to take care of you? Or I didn't accompany you last night..."

"Neither of them." He Ting pushed him away forcefully, "Because I fell in love with someone else."

This is the second time He Ting pushed him away today.

The sun was halfway down, and the light gradually dimmed. Jiang Xindong stayed in mid-air with his hands awkwardly, and smiled too forcedly: "This kind of joke is boring——"

"I'm not joking," He Ting said in a very light tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "Yesterday he confessed his love to me. I thought about it all night and realized that I still like him."

"Him?" Jiang Xindong was stunned, "Who?"

He Ting swallowed with difficulty, and slowly spit out two words; "Zong Gu."

A gust of wind blew in the room, blowing people's thoughts to pieces, Jiang Xindong didn't speak for a long time, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were full of coolness.

"Actually, I have been with him before," He heard, "This time when he returns to China, I..."

"He Ting," Jiang Xindong forcefully interrupted, staring at him coldly, "Look into my eyes."

Even though He Ting's hands were tightly clenched under the table, they were still shaking violently.

He raised his head with all his strength and moved his gaze up slowly, looking into Jiang Xindong's eyes with an unusually indifferent expression: "I'm sorry, I don't like you anymore."

"It seems that you really drank too much," Jiang Xindong's lips turned white, he stood up from the chair and turned to leave, "You can think it through before you talk."

"Think clearly," He Ting bowed his head, "I'm going to America with him next week."

Jiang Xindong froze in place, looking at him in disbelief: "So you want to go abroad with him, and want to break up with me?"

"Yes." He Ting nodded.

"What if I say I don't believe it?" Jiang Xindong held his hand firmly and stubbornly with some kind of silent stubbornness in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not," He Ting pulled out his fingers one by one, firmly saying, "I've been waiting for him for many years, and I don't want to lie to myself anymore."

Jiang Xindong suddenly felt a tight pain in his heart, as if something was torn apart in his body, stabbing him with pain everywhere.

He only discovered today that He Ting is so good at killing people invisible, and can say the most heart-wrenching words in the most flat tone.

He let go of his hand and laughed, "What about Dog Erqi?"

"No more."

Jiang Xindong stared at him blankly, his eyes turned red unconsciously.

The light gradually dimmed, and he remembered that when they first met, He Ting made him wait at the door for nearly half an hour.

It seemed that he had never had anything to do with He Ting - until now that this person said he was leaving, he still had nothing to do.

This person is an accident, a surprise, and a fate.

Now, a year later, He Ting still does as he pleases and has no scruples, and as for himself, he just lost his life.

"Really want to break up?" He obviously felt that he was saying it with a smile, but his voice was trembling when he opened his mouth.

"Really." He Ting's tone was light, his brows and eyes were light, that expression without ripples was like cold and sharp blades, scraping hard on Jiang Xindong's skin texture.

It was as if the flesh had been separated.

This is the second time He Ting said today that he wants to break up.

He has heard enough.

When the sun finally went down, he threw the spare key on the dining table and turned to leave.

The room was pitch black, He Ting sat blankly on the chair, wiped his face and wiped away the tears with his hands.

In the darkness, the phone screen lit up, and it took several minutes for him to pick it up after it rang back and forth.

Zhuang Gaoyang asked him on the phone: "When are you and Brother Dong coming?"

"Where?" He Ting asked.

Zhuang Gaoyang said: "Brother Dong hasn't told you yet, right? Then I can't tell you either, you let him answer the phone."

He Ting was in a daze for a while, and murmured: "He's not here, we broke up."

After finishing talking, hang up the phone and turn off the phone, all in one go.

The three dishes and one soup on the table were already cold, so he ate them in big mouthfuls under the moonlight.

In fact, he has no appetite, but this is the meal Jiang Xindong cooked for him, and he doesn't want to waste it.

I ate until my stomach was so full that it was about to burst, I vomited after eating a few mouthfuls, and ate again after vomiting, and so on and on.

In the end, the plate was empty, his stomach was almost emptied, and there was only bitterness left in his mouth. He didn't feel anything, took a few sips of ice water, and fell on the bed in a daze.

He couldn't fall asleep, and when he closed his eyes, he thought of Jiang Xindong.

The gentle, proud, and infinitely beautiful Jiang Xindong.

It's not his anymore.

A long time passed in such a daze, the sky gradually lit up, and a few hours later, someone knocked on the door outside the house.

He Chenxing came again with his small schoolbag on his back: "Brother, Dad said you will go abroad in a few days? I can't bear you to leave!"

"Ah."

"What about Brother Dong? Is he with you?"

"Do not."

"why?"

He Chenxing turned his head, was glared at by He Ting, and immediately didn't dare to speak anymore.

After closing the door, He Ting lay back on the bed and turned a deaf ear to everything. He didn't get up from the bed until He Chenxing pulled the refrigerator door and asked him if he could have a birthday cake.

He hasn't bought cakes at all in the past few days, there is only one possibility, Jiang Xindong bought them in advance and put them in.

The cake has two layers, with a lot of fruit on it, because He Ting likes to eat it.

There was a small card in the middle of the cake box, and He Ting opened it carefully:

"Baby boyfriend, happy adulthood! I feel guilty that I can't be with you today, but I will be with you on every birthday in the future. At the age of 28, I will accompany you to see the mountains, seas and the world. At the age of 38, I will accompany you to grow into whatever you are The person you want to be, at the age of 58, I will accompany you to a quiet and leisurely place to retire. I love you, Brother Dong."

He Ting held the note tightly, as if roots had taken root in his feet, unable to move.

How can we dare to hope to spend 58 years together?Obviously, they didn't even have the chance to finish together.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" He Chenxing carefully pulled the corner of his clothes.

He Ting was still looking at the little card without moving, his eyes lost all luster.

He Chenxing frowned, realizing that the worst thing in the world must have happened to his brother today.

Half an hour later, his feeling was verified again.

His brother ate the birthday cake directly with his hands, his face and hands were covered with cream, and he had no image at all.

He ate more than half of the two-layer cake, went to the toilet to vomit twice, and ate it again after vomiting.

He Chenxing hugged the rest of the cake anxiously: "Are you crazy? You can't eat any more!"

He Ting grabbed his wrist suddenly, raised his empty eyelids: "Give it back to me."

He Chenxing shook his head stubbornly: "No!"

He Ting lost his good temper, and grabbed it with his hands. After some tugging, He Chenxing stumbled, knelt down in anger and made a "dong" sound.

He was so wronged that he was about to cry: "Brother, what's wrong with you? If you eat again, your stomach will break..."

He Ting was brought back to his senses by the crying, and regretted it later, he bent down to help He Chenxing up, and his voice was crying: "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you today, can you go home? "

He Chenxing was dumbfounded, covered his eyes and nodded: "But you can't eat cake anymore."

Ten minutes later, the driver came. He Chenxing wiped off the cream on his brother's face with a wet tissue before slowly going downstairs, not forgetting to take away the remaining half of the birthday cake.

For the next two days, He Ting lay on the bed day and night without eating anything.

Later, He Ting received a call from Zhuang Gaoyang, saying that Jiang Xindong was sick, and asked him if he could go and see.

He held the phone tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "What's wrong with him?"

"When you came back on your birthday, you didn't say a word, and you didn't eat any food," Zhuang Gaoyang said. "Yesterday, you fainted in the middle of the rehearsal."

He Ting's eyes were sore that he was about to cry, but he suppressed it, and the voice through the microphone made it impossible to hear his emotions: "How is he now?"

"Wake up," Zhuang Gaoyang said, "I went to the hospital yesterday for a drip, but I still don't eat much."

He Ting was silent for a while, and said, "Then take good care of him."

Zhuang Gaoyang's voice became cold: "You mean, don't you want to take care of it?"

He Ting paused for a moment: "Yes."

Zhuang Gaoyang took a breath in disbelief: "Brother Dong said you fell in love with someone else, really?"

He Ting closed his eyes: "Really."

There was only silence on the phone. A few seconds later, Zhuang Gaoyang gave a "fuck" and hung up the phone.