summer passerby

News of the death of He Wenbin's son, the major shareholder of Yangxin Entertainment, spread like wildfire.The entertainment industry said it was not too small, not too big, and it didn't take long for someone to get wind of it.

Artists from the company came to mourn one after another. There were so many wreaths in the mourning hall that they couldn't fit them all, and all the wreaths that arrived later were placed outside the mourning hall.

In the center of the mourning hall hangs a photo of He Chenxing smiling, fair and delicate, with vivid eyes, but it is a pity that it is now in black and white.

He Wenbin was heartbroken, his eye sockets were sunken, as if he had aged ten years overnight.Li Man fainted twice from crying, and stood tremblingly under the support of others, with a haggard appearance.

The scene where a white-haired person sends a black-haired person is too cruel.

Even the relatives who seldom saw each other burst into tears. In contrast, He Ting seemed extraordinarily calm, always silent, without saying a word.

At noon, Dai Qing was wearing a simple and elegant black dress, mourning in silence among the crowd, and when she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of the young man standing next to He Wenbin.

She looked at it for half a minute before she was sure that this person was the photographer who took pictures of her in the forest last time, He Ting.

Firstly, she didn't know about the relationship between He Ting and He Wenbin, and secondly, He Ting's current state was very different from the last time they met.

A few months ago, He Ting was indifferent and focused, with a hint of arrogance in his bones, his appearance and temperament were outstanding, and he would naturally attract people's attention to that stop with his camera.

But today Daiqing felt that he seemed to be a different person—the head was always lowered, the sharpness and brilliance in the pupils were no longer there, like a transparent individual floating in a vacuum, it seemed that he didn't want to communicate with anyone at all.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to go up to say hello: "He Ting?"

The person who was called paused, raised his eyelids to look at her blankly, then quickly lowered them, as if what he saw was just a cloud of air.

At that moment, she caught a glimpse of the great sadness and despair suppressed in He Ting's eyes. This kind of emotion was like raging sea water, which would infect people's nerves unconsciously.Obviously she had never met the deceased person, yet she couldn't help sighing and regretting at this moment.

Jiang Xindong knew the news the day before his birthday.

The band finished rehearsal and had dinner with the staff at night. Someone casually mentioned that many artists under Yangxin were in City B recently because they were going to attend the funeral of the boss's son.

Jiang Xindong's chopsticks stopped in mid-air: "Which boss?"

"The big boss, He Wenbin," the staff said with emotion, "It is a pity that his son is only in his teens, and he has cancer and cannot be cured."

Jiang Xindong was stunned, the chopsticks in his hand trembled suddenly, he ate half a bowl of rice with a lot of worries, and then put on his coat to say goodbye to everyone.

The snow that fell the night before has not yet melted, and there are snowflakes floating under the street lamps.

It was very cold at night, and there were only a few cars parked sporadically in the dark and long old streets and alleys, and there were no pedestrians on the street.Jiang Xindong finished smoking a cigarette while sitting in the car, and opened the car window to take a breath. A few cold snowflakes fell on his face and slowly melted away.

It's very similar to He Ting's touch when he casually grabbed a handful of snow water and pressed it on his skin. It was a long time ago, but now that I think about it, every frame of the picture is still clearly visible.

At that time, He Ting would go to the balcony to grab a handful of snow during the twelfth lunar month of winter, stuff it into his collar when he wasn't paying attention, and in the end because he didn't take advantage of his height, he pushed him on the sofa and begged for mercy.

At that time, He Ting would suppress his temper and give He Chenxing a lecture, his face was full of impatience, but after he finished speaking, he would proudly say: Xing Xing is so smart, he is indeed my brother.

At that time He Ting said to him, you and He Chenxing are the most important people to me, you are my world.That appearance is both sincere and sincere, as if he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

The snow was still falling, and the vibrating phone brought Jiang Xindong back to reality. Dai Ruochi sent several messages on the screen. He took it out and glanced at it, and then turned it off again without replying.

There was a voice in his mind, at first it was small and weak, but later it became clearer, probably it was his sincerity at this moment - he wanted to hear He Ting's voice, and wanted to make sure that he was still safe after losing He Chenxing.

After clarifying his own heart, Jiang Xindong was very contradictory, but once some thoughts were formed, they would turn back and forth in his heart, scratching his heart with all kinds of claws.

He finally broadcast the string of numbers, although he never saved it, he always remembered it.

"Beep, beep—" The phone rang for nearly a minute, and was finally transferred to the voicemail box.

He rubbed the space between his brows and lit another cigarette, feeling uneasy all the time.

Gossip Weekly's paparazzi followed the stars who attended the funeral, took some photos of the scene and posted them online.

In the photo, He Ting was dressed in black, all the edges and corners of his body were gone, his eyes were haggard and tired.When He Chenxing's posthumous photo was just hung up, his eyes were wet, and he seemed a little unsteady, and he was only able to stand upright with the support of the people next to him.

Jiang Xindong knew that he was really sad.

The snow fell on the window of the car, forming a layer of white snow that was neither thick nor thin.Jiang Xindong stubbornly called three more times, without exception, no one answered each time.

The phone turned on and off, turned off and on again, the windshield was almost completely covered by snowflakes, and he had some urges to go to the funeral for no reason.But after starting the car, he suddenly realized that he didn't even have the funeral address.

At this time, Meng Si called to check with him the details of tomorrow's fan meeting. After hanging up the phone, he saw that the time was past 11 o'clock, and he was silent for a moment. Finally, he sent two words to He Ting: condolences.

The next day is the winter solstice, Jiang Xindong's birthday.

After the fan meeting during the day, I have dinner with the band members after the end.Meng Si has already arranged the venue, in a private room on the second floor of a high-end western restaurant.

Dai Ruochi had been waiting a long time ago, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and dressed in a refined manner.

Jiang Xindong didn't know that he was coming today, but since he came with a gift, he couldn't say anything.

Halfway through the meal, the musical fountain outside the window suddenly started to move, followed by Crush's famous song "Insomnia Universe".

This song brought Crush into the public eye and won numerous awards, which means a lot to Jiang Xindong and the whole band.

Music, lights, and fountains seem to make up the brightest landscape of the night.

Jiang Xindong was stunned, and suddenly remembered that when they came to the private room today, they came in from the main entrance of the restaurant, and did not go through the safe passage. At that time, there were no customers on the first floor, and now they realized that it was because the entire restaurant was reserved.

Both the musical fountain and the restaurant outside the window belong to the same hotel, and the musical fountain is usually only turned on when there are large-scale events or performances.

The window seat where Jiang Xindong is now sitting is the best place in the entire restaurant to appreciate the fountain.

Those who want to organize have their heart in it.

Jiang Xindong looked up at Meng Si and said, "Thank you, I took the trouble."

"It's not me," Meng Si quickly waved his hand, "Xiaochi prepared it."

Dai Ruochi, who was named, smiled gently, staring at Jiang Xindong with his eyes.

Jiang Xindong paused, turned his head after a while, and politely said thank you.

The musical fountain lasted for half an hour. Jiang Xindong ran into Dai Ruochi while going to the bathroom.

Dai Ruochi came out after him on purpose, in order to find a chance to speak alone.The musical fountain is just the beginning, and he has more planned.

He pretended to wash his hands, but his eyes rolled on Jiang Xindong: "Brother Dong, do you like today's fountain show?"

"Thank you, it's very unique." Jiang Xindong's expression was indifferent, maintaining his usual demeanor and etiquette, but he was not overly intimate.

He seems to be like this with everyone, always keeping a just right distance.Talking and laughing happily in the crowd, the gentleman is mature, so that people can't fault it.

But once you walk in, you will find that he has actually set up a barrier to lock the most authentic self inside, and only give permission to a few people to visit occasionally, and treat others as strangers.

Dai Ruochi was curious and unwilling, even though he and Jiang Xindong had constant scandals, he knew better than anyone that the relationship between the two of them was delicate and fragile, like walking on thin ice.

It is difficult to talk about fairness in a relationship. Jiang Xindong has never actively expressed his affection for him, nor has he taken the initiative to arrange any appointments outside of work.

He has always been the one taking the initiative, like a clockwork racer, chasing Jiang Xindong from one corner to another without daring to neglect.

Because his intuition told him that Jiang Xindong would not wait for him, as long as he was not paying attention, the other party would walk away.

After washing his hands, Dai Ruochi looked at Jiang Xindong: "Actually, there are some interesting things on the top floor of this hotel. I'll go and see them with you after dinner?"

Everyone is an adult, and the eyes of the other party are naked. There are some things that need not be clarified. Jiang Xindong can predict the direction of things after he is gone.

It was very strange, the first thought that came to his mind at that time was, why didn't He Ting reply to his text messages.

He wiped his hands clean, and said to Dai Ruochi in the mirror while tidying up his cuffs: "No, everyone is tired today, you should go to bed early."

Dai Ruochi's smile froze on his face, and after a while he said, "What if I say I prepared it for you? Don't you want to see it?"

"I'm sorry," Jiang Xindong turned his head to look at him, his pupils were as calm as an emotionless machine, "but I don't want to."

For the second half of the meal, Dai Ruochi ate in a daze, and anyone with eyesight could tell something was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask.

Jiang Xindong didn't stay long after dinner, he asked someone for the address of He Chenxing's funeral, and drove there.

Since the photos leaked out on the first day of the funeral, He Wenbin has stepped up security.

Jiang Xindong did not have an invitation letter and was stopped by security guards at the door, but soon another security guard recognized him as a popular singer and let him in.

In the yard outside the mourning hall, densely packed wreaths were placed, and a thick layer of snow piled up in the corners where no one passed by.

I think it's because many people came from other places, people still come to the mourning hall at night, the ever-burning lights and incense are not extinguished.

Jiang Xindong walked to the door of the mourning hall and scanned around, and quickly found He Ting in the crowd.

His brows were downcast, his face was tired, and his eyes seemed to have lost all their brilliance.

Jiang Xindong's heart twitched for no reason, feeling a little uncomfortable.Just as she was about to step in, she suddenly saw someone stepping up to hold He Ting and handing him water.

He Ting just glanced at that person indifferently, but didn't take it.The man had no choice but to open the water for him and bring it to his mouth himself: "I beg you, can you drink some water?"

Jiang Xindong froze at his feet, because that person belonged to the clan.

He suddenly woke up, and began to suspect that what he drank at the dinner party last night was fake wine, he was so drunk that he lost his mind, and incidentally forgot all the embarrassing things in the past.

Ever since he heard the news of He Chenxing's death last night, he has been shaken.

He could control himself not to go to He Ting's appointment, but he couldn't help imagining what He Ting hadn't said to him that day, and he couldn't forget that He Ting choked up on the phone and said that he still liked him.

When he saw the picture of He Ting at the funeral, his heart softened for a moment. He thought, if He Ting bowed his head, found a decent reason, and said something nice, maybe he could forget about the past.

So he rushed here in the snow and ice, wanting to go to a late appointment, but he didn't expect that the past memories would be uprooted and laid out in front of him without any concealment.

He himself was in chaos first.

In the mourning hall, He Ting took a few sips of the water that Zonggu had received, and Jiang Xindong only felt that he was a joke in this situation.

How could he forget, how did He Ting abandon him back then?

He Ting, Zong Gu, these two names slipped past his lips, each time it felt like stepping into his heart and crushing his nerves.

The wind was blowing, and he stood in the heavy snow for 2 minutes, turned and left before being discovered.

The author says:

I haven't eaten zongzi for several years, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival!