summer passerby

Jiang Xindong's expression became subtle, he narrowed his eyes to look at He Ting's injured finger, and remained silent.

He Ting was originally prepared to be rejected [-]% of the time, but when he saw Jiang Xindong hesitated, he suddenly felt hopeful.His eyes lit up, and his tone was sincere: "I have received the notice from your company, I know you don't want to see me..."

Jiang Xindong unhurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and interrupted him: "Notice? What notice?"

"Say you don't want to cooperate with me," He Ting said with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter, "Tomorrow I will give Erqi to your assistant, you won't meet me of."

Jiang Xindong failed to light the lighter twice, and could not help but frowned: "Don't want to cooperate with you?"

He Ting stared intently at Jiang Xindong's familiar action of lighting a cigarette, and was stunned for a while before he let out a "huh".

Jiang Xindong used to not smoke, not only did he not smoke, but he was not allowed to smoke.When he was in love, he bought a large bag of fruit candies at home, and would secretly eat a few before meeting each other, just to cover the smell of cigarettes in his mouth.

Now Jiang Xindong himself started smoking, sure enough, people change.

"You're out of gas." He took out the lighter from his pocket, opened the lid and lit it smoothly, and handed it to Jiang Xindong.

Jiang Xindong did not refuse, leaned slightly, and brought the cigarette butt in his mouth closer to the shaking Mars.

In the distance, the blood-red dying sun hangs on the horizon, and the night is getting dark. The two of them are only half an arm away. The autumn wind is blowing, and the familiar watermelon mint smell diffuses along the air molecules into He Ting's olfactory system.

It belongs to Jiang Xindong's unique taste.

He was in a trance for a moment, raised his eyelids lightly, and through the jumping sparks, he saw himself in the bottomless pupil opposite, whose hair was tousled by the wind.

It is also unclear whether Jiang Xindong is looking at Huo Huo or him, but this gaze is focused and serious, and it seems to be full of tenderness.

He had kissed the owner of these eyes, and when he was emotional, Jiang Xindong couldn't restrain his infatuation.

As if blinded by the wind, he held his breath, his heart was beating wildly and without rhythm, and he almost forgot that they were just lighting a cigarette.

In the next second, Jiang Xindong straightened up gently and looked away, and said politely and distantly, "Thank you."

The emotions that were still contained in the twinkling sparks just now disappeared without a trace. When He Ting came back to his senses, he realized that everything was just an illusion.

He couldn't help laughing at himself again, put away the lighter, and asked, "When did you start smoking?"

The smoke in his hand was blown away by the wind, Jiang Xindong thought for a moment, then glanced at him casually: "Forgot."

On the car back, Chen Kaiyun, who was sitting next to the dog seat, was very depressed when he heard that Erqi was taken home by someone else.

Just last month, he wanted to take Erqi home for a few days, but Jiang Xindong sternly rejected him because he felt that he would not be able to get up in the morning to walk the dog.

He thought Jiang Xindong was so precious to that dog, but he didn't expect to give it to a stranger like this now?

What are you kidding?How many years have brothers been inferior to a photographer?

He pushed the front seat: "Brother Dong is not interesting, you didn't let me take it back last time..."

Yi Fan on the side suddenly interjected: "That photographer, he can't be called He Ting, right?"

Meng Si: "Yes."

Yi Fan: "..."

Zhuang Gaoyang: "..."

Yi Fan put his arm around Chen Kaiyun's shoulder: "Forget about Yun Zai, you didn't lose badly in this wave."

It wasn't the first time Chen Kaiyun had heard of the name He Ting. Thinking of the last time his teammates hesitated to speak, his gossip ignited: "Who is this He Ting?"

Yi Fan replied: "Let's put it this way, Er Qi was picked up from the garbage dump by him, and Brother Dong took over to raise him later."

Meng Si, who had her ears pricked up, opened her pupils in surprise, and sighed after a few seconds: "I said that Erqi is usually extremely cold in front of strangers, why did he have to break free from the rope I was leading to find him today? So that's how it is. ..."

Chen Kaiyun grasped the key point: "So Brother Dong and that He Ting have known each other for a long time?" But he still didn't understand one thing, "Then what's there to hide?"

Yi Fan nodded, but didn't answer, as if I could only reveal so much.

It's not that they deliberately want to alienate Chen Kaiyun, it's because this younger brother is too naive and outspoken, and when he meets a reporter with a deeper knowledge, he can almost spit out his family fortune.

Although the company has trained him repeatedly in this area, they still dare not take the risk.

Especially when Jiang Xindong talked about boyfriends, if it was exposed by the media, it would probably be just a rumor, but if he said it from his teammates, it would be a shocking sledgehammer.

Chen Kaiyun got used to it. Knowing that he couldn't get an answer today, he felt bored, so he yawned and took out the game console to play.

The car stopped at a hotel next to the airport, because they had to catch the earliest flight to Hong Kong tomorrow.

Jiang Xindong and Zhuang Gaoyang live in two rooms in a suite.

After entering the door, Jiang Xindong put the luggage bag on the ground and called Zhuang Gaoyang who was about to go back to the room.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Gaoyang stopped and looked at him.

Jiang Xindong adjusted his neckline casually, and asked: "When we signed the contract for this filming, the additional condition was that we would not cooperate with He Ting. Meng Si said that you made this request?"

"It's me," Zhuang Gaoyang pulled out a chair and sat down, folded his hands behind his head, raised his head disapprovingly, "I don't like him, so I don't want to cooperate with him."

Jiang Xindong was silent for a while, his long eyebrows were furrowed, the shape was sharp at first glance, but his tone was normal: "If it's because of me, then there's no need."

"Are you soft-hearted?" Zhuang Gaoyang sat up straight and stared at his facial expression, trying to get an exact answer from the details, and then Jiang Xindong remained silent without any response.

Zhuang Gaoyang put his hands on the armrests, and smiled angrily: "Tell me, who am I doing this for? He kicked you back then, and when you were so sick and had a high fever, you still called his name on the bed. What about him? He was cool with other people abroad. The year my uncle passed away, the media reported overwhelmingly, but did he contact you? Did he even say a word of condolence? "

The full-length mirror at the door reflected Jiang Xindong's tall silhouette, which looked somewhat gloomy under the dim light. He lowered his head, making his expression hard to see.Only the muscles in the palms with well-defined joints were tense and clasped tightly mechanically, and there were two crisp "clicks" in the room where the needles could be heard.

After a while, he raised his head, and the thousands of emotions in his eyes had long since faded away, leaving only the calmest and indifferent voice: "I have nothing to do with him for a long time, and there will never be any in the future. Business cooperation should be more objective. It doesn't matter if it's He Ting or not. Ability will do."

"..." Zhuang Gaoyang felt as if he had hit the cotton with a heavy fist, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

This boy of his has always been good at disguising, he said it doesn't matter, it may be true, or it may not be true, others have no way of knowing.

He sighed: "Then let's talk about Dai Ruochi, what do you think of him?"

Jiang Xindong ignored him, rolled up his shirt sleeves, picked up his luggage and walked to his room.

Zhuang Gaoyang raised his voice: "I think he is good, at least he is sincere."

Jiang Xindong glanced at him blankly: "None of your business." After saying that, he closed the door with a "bang".

Because Jiang Xindong was not in city B on a business trip, this time He Ting took Erqi to play for a whole week, hiking and climbing mountains, playing in the water and watching the sea, but Erqi was not too happy.

On the day Jiang Xindong came back, He Ting prepared a sack of dog snacks and a sack of dog toys for him. The two sacks together weighed more than the dog's body.

In He Chenxing's words, he never played with so many toys when he was a child.

He Ting turned a deaf ear to it, and planned to give these to Meng Si together with the dog, but unexpectedly received a text message from Jiang Xindong that day, asking him if it is appropriate to see He Chenxing now.

The time was 10 o'clock in the evening, He Wenbin was on a business trip, and Li Man had just returned home.

He Ting was stunned for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'm here."

That's right, Jiang Xindong always keeps his promises, maybe even if it's an agreement with a dog, he will try his best to fulfill it.

But all the agreements with He Ting are accidents and exceptions, because now he has someone else who needs more promises.

In the hospital, in order to prevent He Chenxing from talking nonsense, He Ting made an agreement with him three chapters, repeatedly telling him what to say and what not to say.

I am not allowed to mention a word about the illnesses I got after the breakup, the paintings I drew for Jiang Xindong, and the Crush concert I attended.

He Chenxing felt aggrieved, and pouted to express his dissatisfaction, but before he could speak, his brother's cold gaze had already nailed him to his throat.

It was the first time he saw his brother's serious eyes, it was scary.

Four or ten minutes later, Jiang Xindong hurried into the ward wrapped in a black windbreaker.

Holding two boxes of exquisitely packaged chocolates and a bunch of pink lilies in his hands, he simply greeted He Ting, and then focused on chatting with He Chenxing.

He Ting sat quietly by the window, listening to them like an outsider.

It was windy at night, blowing his hair a little messy. He stood up and closed the window, just as the nurse knocked on the door to look for family members, and he went out to talk to the doctor.

In the afternoon, He Chenxing had an antibody reaction after the bone marrow transplantation operation, and the doctor came to ask the patient how he was doing at night.

A few minutes later, He Ting returned to the door of the ward, and heard the people in the room chatting happily, so he didn't want to disturb, so he simply stood at the door and waited.

In the room, He Chenxing took advantage of the absence of the person who gave the order, and asked Jiang Xindong tentatively: "Brother Dong, my brother said that I am well and accompany me to Africa to see wild animals. Do you want to go with us?"

He Ting stood at the door and rolled his eyes.

But he didn't push the door to go in, and he couldn't explain why, maybe subconsciously, he still had a little hope for Jiang Xindong.

But no accident, Jiang Xindong refused without thinking: "I'm too busy, I don't have time."

He Chenxing answered quickly: "It's okay, we'll wait until you're not busy."

Jiang Xindong paused for half a second, then laughed softly: "Your brother will bring others to follow you."

He Chenxing was frustrated: "What about you? Don't you want to go?"

"Me?" Jiang Xindong hesitated for a moment, his voice was emotionless, but his words were clear: "I really don't want to go."

He Ting couldn't help laughing, suddenly he didn't even want to stand at the door, he just wanted to stay as far away from here as possible.

Talking about going to an art exhibition together, or staying together at the age of 58, is fucking bullshit.

He really won't think about Jiang Xindong any more.