summer passerby

One week before the operation, He Chenxing became nervous, secretly asking He Ting behind Li Man's back if he would die.

He Ting has never thought about this question, dare not think about it.

He Chenxing's innocent and sad eyes at that moment forced him to think about it for a while, and he came to the conclusion that if He Chenxing was gone, then what else in this world was worth his memory?

He couldn't figure it out.

If he could, it would not be impossible for him to drain the bone marrow from his body and pack it up for He Chenxing. Maybe he would dig a grave with his own hands and crawl in silently after finishing all this.

He patted He Chenxing's head: "Don't think about it, I asked Dr. Shen today, and he said that your situation is very optimistic."

He Chenxing licked the corner of his mouth: "Really? But brother Xiao Le was fine at first, but he suddenly disappeared last month."

Xiao Le was a 16-year-old child in the next ward with congenital heart disease, and died shortly after heart replacement surgery.

"Bullshit! You two have different illnesses, and you don't have a heart attack!" He Ting pinched his face, with a little strength in his hand, as if angry at why he said such frustrating words.

He Chenxing stuck out his tongue while covering his red face, and rubbed his elbow to act like a spoiled child: "Then wait until I'm done, take me to the African grasslands to see wild animals. Dad said it's too messy over there, so he won't take me Go, you take me there!"

"Success," He heard, "You can go wherever you want when you're done."

The night before entering the warehouse, He Chenxing was very disturbed, and he insisted that He Ting sleep with him.

The stars in the sky were very bright that night, like He Chenxing's eyes.The faint moonlight came in from the window, and He Ting lay sideways on the narrow hospital bed, looking at An Wen's sleeping face half curled up in his arms, and prayed to the heavens about a hundred times to bless the operation smoothly.

Many bone marrow donors on the Internet mentioned that the day of the transplant operation would be very painful, but He Ting didn't feel much, and just lay extremely peacefully for a few hours.

The young doctor was very surprised, and praised He Ting as the most calm donor he had ever met. He didn't blink his eyes when he drew blood and got needles, and he didn't feel nervous at all.

The experienced Dr. Shen frowned the whole time, and stopped He Wenbin and Li Man for a private chat after the operation.

After roughly explaining the results of the operation and the next treatment plan, he said with a serious expression: "Next, I want to talk to you about He Ting's situation."

"Him?" He Wenbin was puzzled, "Has he had any adverse reactions?"

"No," Dr. Shen shook his head, "Young master can recover after a period of physical adjustment. What I want to talk about is his mental state."

He Wenbin was puzzled: "Spirit?"

"Ordinary people are more or less emotional when doing this kind of bone marrow transplantation. Worry, anxiety, and even excitement are all normal," Dr. Shen pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "but he is too calm, I can say that Not very suitable, he seems to have no desire to survive. Since he has a history of depression for three years, I suggest..."

"What?" He Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and interrupted the doctor eagerly, "What depression?"

"His medical record says he was diagnosed with severe depression three years ago," Dr. Shen frowned even deeper, "Don't you guys know?"

He Wenbin seemed to have been slapped severely for no reason, his head buzzed, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, he could only look at Li Man in blank dismay.

The bone marrow transplant operation went very smoothly, He Ting was not able to leave the hospital immediately, and was left by the doctor to recuperate.

He Wenbin suddenly seemed to be a different person, several times he came to the hospital to see him after dinner parties.One night, he threw a bank card to He Ting, saying that he resigned because he was tired from work, and went to do what he wanted to do.

Perhaps before the age of fourteen or fifteen, this was what He Ting longed for, but now, he only felt awkward and redundant.

The bank card was also confiscated, and Da Lala was left on the table in the ward for several days. In the end, Li Man secretly stuffed it into his wallet.

During the two weeks in the hospital, life was very boring. When He Chenxing was going for checkups or looking for Ni Meng, He Ting was holding his phone in a daze.

One day Zonggu suddenly asked him: How could someone call you wife under your Instagram? Are you fucking married?

He Ting:?

Zonggu: See for yourself.

He Ting hasn't played any foreign social software since returning to China. Today, he climbed over the wall and logged in to Instagram under intermittent network conditions.

His Ins account is mainly used to share photography and painting works. Because of his avant-garde style, he has accumulated a lot of fans. However, in the past, there were too many English comments. Recently, some Chinese comments popped up:

"Madam's kdfskswibb on Weibo is you, the painting style is similar, why don't you suddenly share Dongdong's paintings?"

"Wow, my wife is really a big hit, and the photography is so good, I'm a fan!"

……

He listened to it for a long time before he realized that it was because he had posted a photo of a water glass on Weibo before, and that water glass had appeared on his ins account two years ago.

The reason why the fans decided was that the painting on the water glass was painted by He Ting later, and it was the only one in the world.

This is very embarrassing.

He Ting lamented that Jiang Xindong's fans are really awesome, and they are very free, even a transparent painter like him can be picked out.

After reading most of the private messages, they were similar to those on Weibo, but he didn't reply.

His eyes continued to glance down, and when he saw a familiar head portrait, his heart skipped a beat.That profile picture is the cover of Crush's latest album, and Jiang Xindong stands in the middle with his head held high.If He Ting remembers correctly, this photo was used on Crush's official Weibo account, as well as on the official Instagram account.

The other end privately messaged him in a very polite tone:

"Hello, are you the artist called 'kdfskswibb' on Weibo? I am Crush's assistant. Our studio would like to discuss a business cooperation with you. Are you interested?"

After confirming that this is not a fake account, He Ting held his phone in a daze, and couldn't edit a word for a long time. Later, the Internet was disconnected and the account could not be logged in, so he simply didn't bother to return it.

The hot summer has passed, the leaves on the roadside are gradually turning yellow, and the creaking sound of fibers breaking can be heard when shoes step on the fallen leaves by the roadside.

At the end of October, a luxury brand cooperated with HOH and invited more than a dozen popular artists including Crush to shoot themed blockbusters.

Coincidentally, He Ting saw his name on the list of photographers.

Annoying, really annoying, the world seems to be going all out against him.

As if he knew who he would be sad to meet, and then spared no effort to push that person in front of him.

At the regular meeting on Monday, the planning department announced the themes and artists that each photographer was responsible for that day.

Ren You, a senior female photographer, was in charge of shooting Crush, while He Ting had the most junior qualifications and was assigned the smallest artist position.

During the meeting, He Ting accidentally saw the manuscript of the planning department, and found that there was a small bracket next to Crush's name, which turned out to be his name, and there was a red cross next to it.

He Ting pointed to the cross and asked, "What does this mean?"

Xiao Wu from the marketing department looked a little embarrassed, he hesitated: "No...it's nothing, it's a typo."

At that time, He Ting didn't pay attention to it. It wasn't until after the meeting that he went back to the meeting room to get the leftover coffee and heard the conversation between Xiao Wu and his colleagues that he had a sudden epiphany.

Xiao Wu: "Hey just now He Ting asked me what the fork means. I'm so embarrassed that I'm almost on the verge of cancer."

Sister Qing: "Then what did you say?"

Xiao Wu: "What else can I say? It's a typo. But why did Crush emphasize not cooperating with He Ting? They had a feud before?"

Sister Qing: "I don't know, He Ting has only been here for a few months, maybe the other team thinks he doesn't have enough coffee."

……

When Xiao Wu pushed open the door of the conference room and came out, he found He Ting standing quietly at the door, as if lost in thought, and only responded after calling his name twice.

He intuitively felt that the conversation between him and Sister Qing was overheard just now, and he felt a little bit sorry: "Nowadays, artists are very difficult to deal with, and the requests are messy..."

"I know why." He Ting twitched the corner of his mouth very lightly, and smiled stiffly, "It's okay."

The air became silent, Xiao Wu looked at his drooping face, feeling a bit lonely and bitter.He pondered for a long time, but he couldn't figure out whether He Ting's words that it's okay were meant for him, or for himself.

He Ting didn't drive that day, so he just got on a bus after get off work.Sitting in the last row, his face was facing the car window all the way, the wind was cold at night, and the tip of his nose was a little red.

The bus wobbled around City B and passed many places that he and Jiang Xindong had visited together. Some roads were diverted, some houses were demolished, and new buildings were built.

The city is still the same, with intricate roads and row upon row of tall buildings.

But everything is different again.

Four years ago, Jiang Xindong walked beside him, holding his hand secretly when no one was paying attention, his smile was sincere, and his liking for him was also true.

Four years later, Jiang Xindong appeared on the large and small LED posters in the city, either indifferent or elegant, and still within reach of He Ting, but there was already a sea of ​​people between them.

I can't hear my sincerity anymore, and I seem to be disgusted.

Jiang Xindong publicly stated that he would not cooperate with him, and his attitude of drawing a clear line is already very obvious. He Ting is self-aware. He understands the choice of his ex-boyfriend and has secretly planned the time to return to New York.

If Jiang Xindong insists, he may not come back to this city or even this country in the future.

Anyway, living alone is not the same anywhere.

When he stopped at the traffic light, he took out his mobile phone and climbed over the wall to board Instagram.

Crush's official account was unexpectedly very persistent, and he sent another private message asking if he was interested in cooperation, but he may not be sure whether he is Chinese, so this time the inquiry was changed to English.

It was hard for He Ting to imagine Jiang Xindong's expression if he knew that the owner of this account was him, his jaw would probably drop in shock.

He rubbed the tip of his red nose, and replied without hesitation:

Not me, not interested.