summer passerby

Four years later.

The sun is warm in the morning, and the shadows of the trees are dancing outside the window.

In front of the mirror, He Ting carefully tied up his hair, revealing a clean and white forehead, put on the slacks and found that it was a bit empty, his head has been growing upwards over the past few years, making him look even thinner.

After he went out, he went to the flower shop to pick up the flowers, and the boss asked him while packing them, "Give it to your girlfriend?"

He Ting raised his eyes slightly: "To the one you like."

"Confession?" The flower shop owner has more confidence than him, "Don't worry, you are so handsome, girls will definitely not refuse!"

He Ting smiled: "I hope."

Before Jiang Xindong said that he would accompany him to see the art exhibition, He Ting has been remembering it until now.

He felt that he was so daring that choosing to meet on his 22nd birthday was a huge gamble.

He couldn't bear Jiang Xindong's heart, and would not ignore him on this day.

Also, Jiang Xindong is true to his words, and he is willing to fulfill the promise made a few years ago.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't worried at all.

He didn't even dare to agree on an exact meeting time.

I'm afraid that when the moment really comes, if the person I'm waiting for doesn't show up, there will be no hope at all.

I am afraid that those protracted longings and complicated and twisted feelings will no longer be able to be expressed.

So he chose this ostrich-like agreement, carefully distributing the sense of expectation to every minute and every second.

As long as the day is not over, there is always hope.

The art exhibition didn't open until 10:9 in the morning, and He Ting arrived at 50:[-], then took out his phone and sent Jiang Xindong a text message: I'm here.

Then he put on the earphones and sat on the bench by the door for nearly two hours without receiving any reply on the phone.

The sun in the summer afternoon was too harsh, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. He was very thirsty, but he didn't dare to buy water, fearing that he would miss the person who appeared suddenly if he disappeared for a second.

They have missed four years, life is in a hurry, people around them come and go, every time a college classmate asks questions, Lianhe Ting is always silent at first, and gradually everyone around knows that this is his deadlock, so they don't talk about it anymore.

He Ting thought that as long as he kept his mouth shut and didn't mention the old things, he would be forgotten, but he found that during the years when they were strangers to each other, misses had grown into dense wires, silently inserted all over his body, and squeezed into his heart in a black mass.

Nothing happened when I was alone, but when I saw Jiang Xindong four years later, the electric current was activated, with strong heart palpitations, burning pain all over my body uncontrollably.

At that moment, he knew that he was finished, and there was a high probability that he would never fall in love with others in this life.

The city is full of traffic and people.At 10:[-], the sun fell above the horizon, and a female voice on the radio gently reminded everyone that the museum was still closed in [-] minutes.

He Ting wasn't sad, but thought with some regret that he couldn't see the exhibition with Jiang Xindong today.

He picked up his phone and sent another text message:

I am still here.

When the sun was about to completely set, a text message finally came in on the phone.

Jiang Xindong replied succinctly and locally: I don't have time.

He Ting was very stubborn: Then I'll wait until you have time.

After a few minutes, Jiang Xindong's phone call came in, and he said almost indifferently in the microphone: "I never have time."

He Ting felt the corners of his eyes turn sore, and he stayed there for a few seconds, then he pretended to be calm and said, "Then I'll talk on the phone."

There was no further sound from the other end, He Ting took it as tacit consent.

"Where should I start?" He Ting frowned and thought, "Things are complicated."

Jiang Xindong is not very patient: "Let's make a long story short."

He Ting thought about it, looked serious, with a bit of piety, breathing heavily, and his voice trembling slightly: "It's simple and to the point, I still like you."

There was a long silence, and every breath from the microphone affected He Ting's sensitive nerves. After a long time, Jiang Xindong sneered: "I don't know why you said such things suddenly, if it was four or even three years ago, maybe I would Consider it, but what's the point of saying it now? Forget it."

He Ting was so anxious that he wanted to defend himself, but only heard the beeping sound from the microphone.

Jiang Xindong hung up mercilessly.

He Ting stayed for a few seconds and called again, but Jiang Xindong had already shut down the phone, so he was not given any chance.

He suddenly remembered that the last time he was in the car, he asked Jiang Xindong if he liked anyone, and Jiang Xindong said yes.

A delicate face appeared in front of my eyes, it was the handsome man who dated Jiang Xindong in the Japanese grocery store, it must be Dai Ruochi.

He Ting recited the name silently, and every time he recited it, he could hear the sound of the wires in his heart being pulled out one by one, sparks sizzled, flesh was scorched, and the smell was pungent.Jiang Xindong has always been honest, he will not date someone he doesn't like, and there is no need for it.

He Ting was so uncomfortable that his stomach felt nauseous, so he made up a few long text messages with his mobile phone, and then deleted them all.

Then it got dark and there was a torrential rain, and big drops soaked into the phone, and the black screen could no longer be turned on.

The flowers in my hand were beautiful at first, but they withered and fell off by the rain, and the petals were scattered all over the ground.

A few people were running on the road in the pouring rain, but he was still sitting on the bench, soaked all over his body.Sitting on a bench from hot to cold, I don't know what I'm waiting for.

It may be waiting for someone who will never be able to wait.

At that time, he thought of He Baorong who was crying alone in the rented house holding a blanket in "Happy Together".

People who have been favored to the point of being confident have a problem, they always take it for granted that the other party will always be there.

So He Baorong was unscrupulous, but one day Li Yaohui really left with his passport, went to the other side of the world, and never came back.

It fits the occasion, how decisive He Ting was to leave four years ago, how ruthless Jiang Xindong should be today.

There is really no way to start over from the beginning of some things, because everything can't go back.

He Ting forgot how he got home, and only remembered that the rainwater flowed down his hair and into his clothes, and finally he left the soaked suit jacket and scattered flowers on the trash can beside the bench.

After returning home, he slept in bed for nearly 20 hours, feeling dizzy, feverish all over, and constantly having a dry cough.

The mobile phone completely shut down and lost contact with the outside world.

He was obsessed with ghosts and had a high fever, so he checked Jiang Xindong's news online.

He wanted to know what Jiang Xindong was doing yesterday, if he really didn't have time.

A big fan on Weibo uploaded a video of Jiang Xindong leaving the airport last night. He took off from City B to Tokyo. It is said that he was participating in the shooting of a certain game commercial.He Ting noticed that none of the other Crush members were there, only a few fellow staff members, and Dai Ruochi.

In the video, Jiang Xindong walked quickly wearing a mask. Fans gathered before getting into the car rushed up and bumped Dai Ruochi who was beside him. Seeing this, Jiang Xindong stretched out his hand to help him.

This movement was quick and did not last for more than a second, but the joy and happiness on Dai Ruochi's face were beyond words.

Half a minute later, Jiang Xindong and Dai Ruochi got into the same car, and the car sped away, even the exhaust gas disappeared quickly.

Nothing can be seen.

He Ting turned off the video, thinking that when Jiang Xindong called to reject him yesterday, Dai Ruochi was probably by his side.

He suddenly remembered that on a hot afternoon a few years ago, Jiang Xindong hung up other people's confession calls, and then kissed him as if nothing had happened.

It was as if yesterday had reappeared, except that now he was the one who got hung up on the phone.

He felt that something was passing away little by little, and he couldn't grasp it or touch it, so he could only let it disappear.I don't want to admit it, but the fact is that those pasts that he is familiar with are already old things that are not worth mentioning to Jiang Xindong.

He didn't cry, the tears had been overdrawn four years ago.It's not a big deal, it's just an illness, it seems that all the wires in his body have been uprooted, bloody and bloody, until the end, he wasn't sure if he still had flesh in his heart.

Killing people requires killing one's heart, and now his strength is exhausted, and his heart is dead.

On this day he made a decision—he would never celebrate his birthday again, as if all the important things were lost on this day.

Lost love on birthday, lost hope on 22nd birthday.

Such a boring day, but whatever.

He emailed the company to ask for leave, and lay in bed to fend for himself.

Zong Gu couldn't contact him, so he went to the door to find someone himself, and was startled when he entered the door.

He Ting's forehead was hot on the bed, his clothes were soaked in sweat, his lips were pale, it could be said that he was lifeless.

Zong Gu forced him to take him to the hospital for an IV drip. Three days later, He Ting's fever subsided, and he went out to buy a new mobile phone.

When checking out, he stared at the TV in the display cabinet for a few more seconds. He had never watched the drama on the screen, but he clearly remembered the last dialogue between the hero and heroine:

"I love you"

"It'll pass"

"okay"

Under the dimly lit lights, he was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly he covered his eyes and burst out laughing.It's amazing, the four years of stumbles, the unrequited feelings, were summed up perfectly by the seven words randomly seen on the side of the road.

There were people coming and going in the store, and the music was loud. He thought of the conversation he had with Jiang Xindong a few days ago for no reason:

"I like you"

"forget it"

If there is a chance to meet again in the future, he will finish the remaining sentence "ok" to Jiang Xindong.