summer passerby

The next day, a certain entertainment gossip account attached a few moving pictures to its latest Weibo, and tagged it with #江信东和戴鲁汤待好晚# in the text.The Weibo text emphasized that after the car parked in the community for half an hour, the two came out leisurely.

Because the time is night and the shooting distance is far away, the pixels of the moving picture are blurred, and only two men can be vaguely seen walking into the residential building together, and the back of one of them is exactly the same as Jiang Xindong.

It is easy for fans to recognize idols, not to mention the black windbreaker that Jiang Xindong wore that night has also appeared in previous photos, but the man next to him is debatable.

The CP fans of Jiang Xindong and Dai Ruochi were excited and lively for a while, but soon some people noticed that something was wrong. First of all, the young man in the photo was obviously taller than Dai Ruochi, and his hair was tied up. The length of Dai Ruochi’s hair was two to three times longer than Dai Ruochi’s.

The CP fans lost interest in an instant, and scolded the gossip entertainment account on the trending searches by the way.

1L: Unscrupulous marketing account, made up in order to cheat traffic!This can all be called Chimei, promise me, will you go to the ophthalmology department tomorrow?

2L: I know this community. The building they went to should be rented and not sold. The price is still normal. Brother Dong’s friend should be an ordinary person.

3L: Now that you know you are an ordinary person, don't pick it up and leave some privacy for them.My husband is really miserable, even if I make friends with amateurs and the same sex, YXH will take advantage of the loopholes.

4L: I was caught by the blurred profile of Brother Dong’s friend, do handsome guys only play with handsome guys lol

5L: My focus is different from everyone else's. I want to know what they are doing in the car for half an hour?

6L: You also believe this?It must be written blindly by the marketing account, so let it go.

……

Meng Si stared at the two people in the moving picture for a while, then turned to Zhuang Gaoyang who was drinking tea on the sofa and said, "I don't know why, the first time we met, I felt that the photographer named He Ting looked very familiar. But I can't remember where I saw it."

Zhuang Gaoyang took a sip of tea and frowned slightly: "Why did you mention this person suddenly?"

"Brother Dong went to pick up Erqi the night before yesterday, and the media made up nonsense." After Meng Si finished speaking, he handed over the phone, and Zhuang Gaoyang only said "boring" after reading the entire Weibo.After a few minutes, he put down the teacup, thought for a while and asked, "I don't seem to see Xiao Chi looking for Brother Dong recently?"

Meng Si put away her mobile phone: "I was looking for it, but Brother Dong is too busy recently, so I don't have time to meet."

"Busy?" Zhuang Gaoyang raised his eyebrows, "Then he still has time to pick up the dog himself?"

Meng Si paused for a moment, feeling that this was not unreasonable. Last week, commercials and program recordings followed one after another, and Jiang Xindong flew to one city a day on average.The day before yesterday, she was ready to pick up the dog as soon as she got off the plane, but Jiang Xindong insisted on going by herself.

"Maybe Brother Dong just has time that day," Meng Si smiled, "Yesterday Ruochi secretly asked me if there was anything Brother Dong didn't like, and said that Brother Dong's birthday is coming soon, so I need to prepare."

Zhuang Gaoyang nodded: "Come to me if you need help."

Meng Si: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, all members of Crush arrived in the company conference room.

Manager Guan Rou was around forty, dressed in a smart suit, hurriedly entered the door with the documents.

In addition to Crush, she also has two film stars under her command, a popular girl group and two rookie singers. They are usually too busy to be seen, but they rarely show up today, mainly to discuss legal matters.

Recently, a song written by Jiang Xindong was plagiarized by a small Internet celebrity. The lyrics were completely changed, but the melody and rhythm of the song were almost the same.

There are other reasons why the other party acted so boldly—Jiang Xindong only sang this song once in public, before his debut, and stopped rapping later, and it wasn’t even included in the album.

However, the die-hard fans couldn't resist looking for traces, and finally dug up this ancient video.

In this circle, cover songs are acceptable, but it is a big taboo to use other people's songs as your own name to make money for commercial use.

One stone caused a wave of waves, and the fans were furious. They strongly demanded that the company seek justice for the idol, and by the way, pushed the song onto various music charts.

"'Listen', I haven't even heard of it," Guan Rou flipped through the materials in her hand and asked, "Why didn't you sing this song later?"

Jiang Xindong thought for a while and said calmly, "I don't like it."

Guan Rou stroked her chin and glanced at him: "But your fans like it very much."

Jiang Xindong drank his tea calmly and didn't answer.

Anyway, the song is also popular now, Guan Rou didn't bother to pursue it, closed the file, and clarified that the company's intention was to go through legal procedures, and everyone agreed in a few words.

Only Jiang Xindong was drinking tea quietly from beginning to end, as if what he was talking about had nothing to do with him.

On the way back, Chen Kaiyun got into the car first, and immediately connected to the Bluetooth to play the song "Listen".Although there is only a live version, the melody is light and soothing, and the lyrics are gentle and firm, which has been promoted to his annual song.

Jiang Xindong was the last person to get on the train. Originally half of his foot had already stepped into the compartment, but when he heard the familiar tune, he frowned slightly and immediately put his foot back.

"I drive my own car." After saying this, Jiang Xindong closed the car door without hesitation, and strode towards his big car.

Chen Kaiyun didn't think too much, and concentrated on browsing the lyrics on the phone screen:

i heard your voice

The first time is still fresh in my memory

i look into your eyes

it's always flattering

fingertips across palms

I'm always afraid that I won't be able to catch the time

skin trace texture

I'm most afraid that I won't be able to stay in this life

I heard that when butterflies flap their wings, there will be a strong wind in Texas

At three o'clock in the morning, I miss you

I met you at the south corner of the city, the dark starry sky suddenly illuminated the past

hindsight

So you are the butterfly effect

Heard that the universe collapsed at an initial gravitational singularity that invalidated the laws of physics

In the middle of the night I embraced three thousand parallel time and space and only saw you

5 minutes ago I kissed a million and scattered the Milky Way wants to give it to you

hindsight

So you are the gravitational singularity

i have heard many stories

Some people say that love is only in illusion

I have learned many theorems

but no one can explain you

never mind

You laugh and I fall

worldly stepping on

You block me and follow

i have heard many stories

I also learned a lot of theorems

But none of them sound as good as your name

do you think so

Listen

……

Looking at the lyrics and thinking for a few seconds, Chen Kaiyun suddenly enlightened, and rubbed Yi Fan next to him: "Do you think this song was written by Brother Dong for the object? The lyrics are too delicate, it doesn't seem like it was written casually. "

Yi Fan shrugged noncommittally, "Go and ask him."

"It must be," Chen Kaiyun propped his chin, "This song is so popular on the charts, Brother Dong didn't even mention it... Ordinary rational people are irrational, and nine out of ten are trapped by love."

"I still understand a lot of truth." Yi Fan said.

"Brother Dong's ex must be a fairy, right?" Chen Kaiyun leaned against the window with one hand, "Is that her name?"

No one in the car replied to him, and the soothing music was still playing in his ears. After a while, Meng Si leaned on the car seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and suddenly opened his eyes, as if he remembered something.

One winter four years ago, she accompanied Crush to a party held by the sponsor in the suburbs. On the way home, Jiang Xindong found that his wallet was missing and went back to look for it.

The first snow fell that day, and the night was very cold, so she and the others went back first.Later, I heard from the driver that Jiang Xindong searched every corner of the huge venue, looking for it regardless, until dawn broke.

The driver joked that it seemed that it was not the wallet that was lost, but something fatal.

The next afternoon, Meng Si received a call from the organizer, saying that the wallet was picked up by the boss's child and brought home.

She drove to pick it up, took a quick look inside the wallet, and called to report.Jiang Xindong reacted coldly to the mention of the bank card and identity card, which made her suspect that the driver's description of last night was exaggerated.

When she was about to hang up the phone, Jiang Xindong suddenly asked her if the photos in her wallet were still there.

"Photo?" She held the phone between her ears and shoulders, opened her wallet and looked for it, "I didn't see it."

Jiang Xindong explained seriously: "In the innermost mezzanine, a one-inch photo."

Meng Si opened the interlayer: "No."

Jiang Xindong's persistence is beyond imagination: "Look for it again, the innermost part."

Meng Si flipped through it again: "Really not."

The air in the microphone froze. She guessed that the other party was not in a good mood at the moment. She was lowering her head when she saw a photo falling on the table. She didn't know when it fell out.

"Found it!" she yelled.

The other end obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and simply said "OK" and hung up the phone.

She suddenly realized that what Jiang Xindong was nervous about was not the wallet, but the photos in the wallet.

Picking it up, the person on it is nearly sixteen or seventeen years old. Unlike Jiang Xindong's deep outline, the boy's facial features are clean and fresh, and his smile is bright.

At that time, she really didn't think too much about it, she thought that Jiang Xindong had a younger brother.

A few years later, in a moment of inspiration, that face finally matched with a man named He Ting.

Meng Si was surprised and sighed, who would have thought that such a proud person as Jiang Xindong would hide the photos of his ex in his wallet after breaking up.

It's been four years, maybe the photos in the wallet have been replaced by someone else, but at that time, he really liked He Ting.

In the hospital, He Chenxing had a high fever in the morning, but he got better after taking medicine.

In the afternoon, He Ting asked for leave and stayed by the hospital bed, not daring to go anywhere.

Sickness seems to be contagious. He also felt a splitting headache when he came home at night, and he felt uncomfortable lying in bed.

This feeling is familiar, and most likely it is an episode of depression.

In the mailbox, a colleague sent a shooting plan for next year, and he scanned it roughly, but he lacked interest.

The joy that photography once brought him is gone, and now he just feels dull.

Considering that He Chenxing's situation might get worse in the future, he wrote his resignation letter that night.

Yu Junxian loves talents, so he persuaded him a few words the next day, it can be seen that He Ting has made up his mind, so he had to give up.

Before officially leaving, He Ting had to complete the last two shoots, one was shooting a print advertisement in the studio, and the other was going out on location to shoot a magazine cover.

The subject of the magazine cover is Dai Ruobei, and the location is chosen in an abandoned temple on the outskirts of the city, saying that it is going to take a Chinese style.

He Ting was chosen by Dai Ruobei herself. After seeing Daiqing's white horse forest blockbuster in a magazine, she immediately asked the team to find out the photographer's name.

The assistant checked and found that the newcomers who had just returned to China did not have many works, so they had good appointments, so there was today's shooting.

He Ting has a habit of going to the shooting site one hour in advance to study the composition and adjust the light.

The number of people in the venue gradually increased. He was concentrating on measuring the light when he suddenly had a sixth sense. He felt that there seemed to be a gaze staring at him from behind, and he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

He frowned and turned his head, seeing a young man in a white shirt staring at him intently.The man obviously didn't expect him to turn his head back suddenly, he was a little taken aback, but soon put on a smile: "Hello, Mr. He, we met last time at the Japanese grocery store."

It took He Ting almost half a second to recognize the person in front of him as Dai Ruochi, paused, and replied politely: "Hello."

"I didn't expect such a coincidence," Dai Ruochi said with a gentle smile on his face, "Dai Ruobei is my sister. I have nothing to do today so I came to see her to take pictures. There is a family dinner tonight, so I need to trouble you to finish it before six o'clock."

"Yes." He Ting lowered his head and turned the camera, not intending to chat.

Dai Ruochi was still standing there, and after a few seconds, he turned his head and said softly to the people next to him, "By the way, Brother Dong is coming tonight, so call Auntie to make steamed carp and braised lion's head."

As soon as the words were finished, He Ting's hands froze, and somehow he pressed the flashlight in broad daylight, and the blinding white light made his eyes hurt.

Dai Ruochi's beautiful eyelashes blinked, and there was a slight smile in his eyes: "Then I won't bother you to take pictures, and I will ask Zonggu out for dinner when I have a chance."

He Ting's face was bloodless, he was silent for a moment, and said two words coldly: "Let's talk."

The filming went smoothly, except that Dai Ruobei's cheongsam was torn open by debris in the middle.

When the assistant was sewing the cheongsam, she sat on a chair and smoked, glanced at Dai Ruochi who was playing games next to her, and asked, "Why did you come with me today?"

"Look at you taking pictures." Dai Ruochi focused all his attention on the phone screen.

"Don't be funny... I don't know you yet," Dai Ruobei weighed the cigarette butt, thought for a few seconds, and asked suspiciously, "Did you change your taste and keep staring at my photographer?"

"Is it so obvious? I'm here because..." Dai Ruochi put away his phone, his gaze paused on where He Ting was, and after a few seconds he spoke slowly, "Your photographer is Jiang Xindong's ex-boyfriend."