summer passerby

The design theme of this season's luxury brand is close to nature. The organizer deliberately chose a certain forest on the outskirts of the city for the shooting, and each artist has an animal in the shooting plan.

There are different types of animals, including snakes and owls, white rabbits and monkeys, and I heard that some artists will bring their own dogs.

The star of He Ting's filming is Dai Qing, a second-tier actor who has just become popular, and a model. The script he got was the autumn and winter long skirt series and a white horse.

At eight o'clock, studio colleagues and various artists arrived at the scene one after another to start shooting.

In the morning, the woods are covered with a thin layer of white mist, and the light is soft, which is the best time to take portraits.

Daiqing is tall and slender, she can pose easily, and the production rate is extremely high.

After shooting the first set, He Ting continued to measure the light. A few seconds later, he heard a commotion not far away, mixed with a few dogs barking, and noisy human voices, coming through from the other side of the forest.

The barking of the dog was somewhat familiar, and he opened a certain sound box in his memory. He stopped what he was doing and followed the sound.

An adult border collie stood in the crowd lazily sticking out its tongue, its eyes were big and energetic, its fur was shiny, and black and white were distinct.

Its owner got out of the car slowly, his slender legs landed on the gravel road, and walked around indifferently. After a few minutes, he entered the dressing room accompanied by the staff.

So it was Jiang Xindong who wanted to bring his dog.

He Ting was stunned for a moment, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.

In the past few years, Jiang Xindong has occasionally posted about dogs on social networking sites, and He Ting has stored every photo of Erqi in his phone.

He really wanted to go up and masturbate, say hello, and ask Erqi if he still remembers him.But he has been away for four years, and there has been no news, no matter whether he asks, to be honest, he feels that he is not qualified.

The filming went on for several hours, and the light was too strong at noon, so everyone stopped to rest and have lunch.

Dai Qing invited He Ting to join him, and He Ting glanced away absent-mindedly: "You guys eat first, I'll be over later."

After speaking, he walked away, so Daiqing had no choice but to ignore him.

In the open space, Erqi was tied to the foot of a table. The rope was not too long, and he had only a few meters of room to move.

It seemed like the filming was over, the staff went to eat, and no one cared about it.

He Ting walked over with a small bowl filled with water and steamed buns, and stood in front of Er Qi: "Drink water?"

Erqi Jiling's eyes stared at him and turned a few times, sniffed his nose, and after a while, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly threw himself on him excitedly, whimpering at the same time.

"Remember me," He Ting knelt down and stroked its head, lowering its thin eyelids: "Do you hate me?"

Er Qi seemed to understand, but also seemed to not understand, but wagging his tail vigorously, he leaned over to lick his face.

He Ting seemed to understand the salty heat and gentle comfort, but Er Qi said that he didn't hate it.

He lowered the brim of his hat, and for some reason, his throat was a little choked.

Dogs are not like humans, even if they are let down, they will only remember the kindness of their master.

But people are not. Once a person is let down, he only remembers to hate.

Er Qi was agitated for 5 minutes, and then slowly calmed down, drank water and ate steamed buns.

After taking a few bites of the steamed bun, He Ting slapped it on the head casually: "It seems that he usually feeds you a lot."

A colleague passed by, looked in surprise at the harmonious one person and one dog, and asked: "Isn't this Jiang Xindong's dog? In the morning, I heard sister Ren say that it is very cold and doesn't care about people."

He Ting raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "Look who it is."

And I used to be its dad.

In the afternoon, Daiqing changed a few sets of autumn and winter long skirts and jewelry. The staff brought out the white horse, saying that it was another horse that was supposed to come. Unfortunately, it ate something wrong this morning, and it was in a bad state today.

The horse that came here has less experience in shooting, but fortunately he is obedient.

The shooting went smoothly, and the last set of the brand emphasized that it should focus on the velvet bag in Daiqing's hand. He Ting took dozens of photos but was not satisfied.

Daiqing got off his horse to touch up his makeup, while he stood beside the white horse thinking about composition.

The sky was getting dark, and there were swishing and panting sounds in the damp air, as if something was running towards him, getting closer.

Just as He Ting stood up straight, a fluffy Erqi rushed towards him, circling around him excitedly.

"Twenty-seven, come back quickly!" Meng Si shouted from a distance.

At the other end full of shrubs, grass and trees, the person wearing a maroon autumn and winter coat who was filming turned slightly, and cast a stern gaze, with a taste of inquiry.

He Ting raised his head in response, and in the depths of the dark and humid jungle, through the layers of branches and leaves, the two eyes met tacitly.

At a certain moment, He Ting's gloomy world suddenly illuminated, a tiny ray of light lit up, but it quickly went out again.

After a while, he looked away with self-knowledge, bent down and talked to Er Qi.

However, Jiang Xindong didn't move, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the gaze that fell on He Ting was unclear.

Meng Si ran over to catch the dog, and Er Qi was mischievous, playing hide-and-seek with her nimbly around the white horse.

Bai Ma had never seen such a skinny dog ​​before, and was a little annoyed by being entangled, so he raised his hoof and kicked Er Qi.

Fortunately, this kick was missed, because Erqi flashed past in a flash.

However, the horse trainer had lingering fears, and grabbed the rope that tied the horse and pulled it back hard, trying to calm the horse down.

But the horse became even more excited, kicking its legs suddenly to make a start posture. The horse trainer tried his best to hold him back, but he was still dragged forward by half a meter.

Hearing that the situation was not right, He was afraid that the horse would rush out and hurt Er Qi or someone else, so he stepped forward to pull the rope that tied the horse together with the trainer.

The horse's body rubbed upwards vigorously, and He Ting suddenly heard a bone crack in his hand, followed by a sharp pain in the thumb of his left hand.

After a few seconds the horse was stabilized, but the trainer also seemed injured, clutching his wrist in pain after letting go of the rope.

Someone surrounded him and shouted, "Where's the doctor?"

Not long after, the horse trainer was helped by the nurse to the emergency compartment.

He Ting leaned on a tree trunk, looked at his slightly trembling thumb, and tried to pick up the SLR camera, but was so painful that fine beads of sweat ooze out.

He couldn't hold the camera with his left hand, and the film was not finished yet, so he wanted to curse people.

"What's wrong with your hand?" A low voice came from the depths, Jiang Xindong stood quietly under a big tree, his slender figure was outlined by the looming sunset light, like a blue and black landscape painting.

He Ting was stunned, looking at the familiar eyebrows, he had the illusion of dislocation in time and space, as if as long as he took a step forward and said something soft, the other party would still smile helplessly and pitifully, and then hug him into his arms.

Otherwise, he couldn't figure out why Jiang Xindong paid attention to him on this noisy set with people coming and going.

Seeing that He couldn't answer, Jiang Xindong frowned lightly, then turned to Meng Si and said, "Take him to the doctor."

The emergency compartment was occupied by the horse trainer and several staff members. Meng Si and He heard the door of Crush's caravan. The other three members were filming elsewhere, and there was no one in the car at this time.

The doctor gave He Ting a simple bandage, and said that he had to go to the hospital to take an X-ray, and it was likely to be a fractured thumb.

After bandaging, Meng Si followed the doctor to the emergency compartment to get the medicine. Erqi seemed to know that he had made a mistake, so he didn't leave He Ting even a single step, and stared at his hand eagerly.

There was no one else in the car, so He Ting walked over and patted its head: "My hands don't hurt."

Er Qi: "Wow!"

He Ting's face was sullen: "You are so courageous, if you step off the horse, you may die. You must be obedient in the future, understand?"

Er Qi: "Wow!"

Wang Wan also stuck out his tongue to lick He Ting's hand.

Before he could lick his hand, Jiang Xindong opened the door first and came in. He Ting raised his head, and the eyes of the two collided.

This was the first time the two of them got together in a closed space after He Ting expressed his feelings. He Ting felt embarrassed for Jiang Xindong when he thought of his ignorant confession on his birthday.

The air became quiet, Jiang Xindong glanced at He Ting's gauze-wrapped thumb: "How is your hand?"

He Ting said lightly: "They said they were going to make a movie."

"Report the medical expenses to Meng Si," Jiang Xindong leaned against the car door with his hands folded on his chest, and added in case he didn't know, "It's the female assistant just now."

He Ting thought to himself that I have been your die-hard fan for four years anyway, so how could I not know who your assistant is, the muscles of the corners of my mouth rose mechanically, and I smiled indifferently: "That's not necessary, Xiaoqian."

Jiang Xindong glanced at him indifferently: "It was caused by Erqi, and I am its owner."

There is something in this sentence, which clearly draws the distance between He Ting and Er Qi.

He Ting was not stupid, he was silent for a few seconds, then weakly whispered: "I owe it."

Jiang Xindong smiled contemptuously when he heard the word "ow": "That's why you played with it all afternoon?"

He Ting was stunned, he thought Jiang Xindong didn't know.But if you really don't want him to contact Er Qi, why didn't you stop him at noon?

Before he had time to consider the answer, He Ting's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ringtone of Jiang Xindong's cell phone.

The caravan has a small space, airtight and soundproof, and the gentle voice from the microphone can be heard clearly. It took He Ting almost a second to confirm that it was Dai Ruochi.

He woke up like a dream, his brain automatically pressed the mute mode, and saw Jiang Xindong's mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't hear what he said.It's just that Jiang Xindong's occasional smile seemed to pierce his chest like ice slag, and spread to the internal organs along the meridians, causing a dull pain.

He said he didn't care anymore, but it still hurts when he really encountered it.

Why did he torture himself to stay and listen to an ambiguous couple complaining to each other?

The air in the car was so stuffy, he didn't want to stay here anymore.

So he bypassed Jiang Xindong who was still on the phone, opened the door neatly and left.

Erqi suddenly realized that he was gone again, and anxiously circled the closed door. Jiang Xindong hung up the phone, and looked at He Ting's back as he walked away, with a slight sarcasm in his pupils.

He knelt down and touched Erqi's head, and comforted him, "You're still so worthless? But he doesn't want you anymore, even if he comes back to play with you occasionally, it's just a whim, you know?"

He seemed to have warned himself with the same words four years ago.

Er Qi was about to cry, and let out a long moan, not sure if he understood.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xindong was about to get up to find some snacks to appease Erqi, but he heard a knock on the door.

At this time, the sun had already set on the horizon, and the warm yellow soft light stretched the thin shadow at the door on the ground for a long time.

He Ting seemed to be running back, his forehead was still soaked in sweat, he was panting, and he stood at the door and asked earnestly and reverently, "Can I take Erqi home today?"