summer passerby

The mouth of the coffin is closed, and the deceased will sleep forever. From then on, Yin and Yang are separated.

On the day of He Chenxing's burial, Li Man was admitted to the hospital. The doctor said that she was overly sad and needed to be recuperated.He Ting went to see her once, and then locked himself at home, not going out for several days.

He has a cold.

It seems that every time something important is lost, the defense cells in the body will be activated to fight against the virus one after another.

A cold is an instinct of the body, and the cells want to quickly metabolize the crux of the body for him, but this time He Ting has no expectations mentally, and even has no willpower.

I didn't see people without taking medicine, and I ate so-so food. Because the food was tasteless, the cold developed into a high fever.

He thought of He Chenxing in a daze, and only thought that it would be nice if they could meet in another world sooner.

Anyway, since then, his connection with this world can be minimal.

After He Wenbin dealt with He Chenxing's affairs, he never saw He Ting again, the phone couldn't be reached, and the assistant went to knock on the door but no one answered.

Reminiscent of He Ting's ashes-like eyes at the funeral, he always felt a little uneasy. He led someone to pry open the door that night, and found He Ting burned unconscious on the bed, and immediately sent him to the hospital.

The doctor said that He Ting was only weak and there was nothing serious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Man and He Ting live in the same hospital.She was still in great sorrow, with a sad face all day long, and her eye sockets were dry and sunken.She saw that He Wenbin seldom spoke, but went to visit He Ting every day.

He Chenxing's death was a fatal blow to both of them, at some point they could understand each other and cherish each other.

Speaking of visiting, it actually meant sitting for ten minutes. Every time Li Man mentioned He Chenxing, he would be distraught, and would choke up within a few words.

Occasionally, when she was tired from crying, she would talk about other things. Although it was vague, He Ting could understand. She was saying sorry for what happened a few years ago.

In fact, He Ting already understood that as long as He Wenbin is around, it doesn't matter if she is there or not.

He doesn't hate Li Man, he hates a person who works hard, but he is too lazy to work hard.

He just doesn't want to hear about the past—the scars are picked up frequently, and he realizes that there is no possibility between him and Jiang Xindong again and again, and he feels sad again and again.

When he was in New York, he had a little luck. Although he lost Jiang Xindong, he might be able to find it back.But now he knows that Jiang Xindong himself is unwilling to come back this time.

No matter how pure and beautiful the memories are, the reality is nothing but a mess, and no matter how much he likes, he can’t force others to be difficult, so he chooses to extricate himself—leave here as soon as possible, leave this city, and leave any place where he may receive news from Jiang Xindong.

From now on, wherever I can see, there will never be this person again.

On the day He Ting was discharged from the hospital, Li Man sent him to the gate of the hospital, sighed and said, "I always feel that it will be a while before I see you again."

He Ting moved the luggage to the trunk, nodded slightly, as a tacit consent.

Li Man suddenly remembered something: "Go home before you leave, Xing Xing left something for you."

He Ting suddenly raised his head, his dull eyes rarely lit up for a moment: "What is it?"

"In his room, there is a note on the bedside table." Li Man recalled He Chenxing trembling holding a pen, smiled helplessly, and tears filled his eyes before he said a few words, "He was so sick in those few days." I have to write to you."

After He Ting got into the car, he asked the driver to turn around and drive straight to He Wenbin's villa.

The butler opened the door for him, and he went straight to He Chenxing's room.

The room was cleaned up by the auntie. There was indeed a note on the bedside table, and there was a Lego car model next to it, the model number was Bugatti 42083.It took He Chenxing nearly a month to spell it out and put it in the most conspicuous position in the house, and he couldn't put it down.

This is He Chenxing's most precious toy.

The pen writing on the note was a little crooked due to the lack of strength of the person who wrote it, but each stroke was written extremely seriously:

Brother, I think I might have to leave first. I'm sorry, I probably won't be able to go to the places I promised to go with you.Don't be angry, because I really did my best.Finally, I have another wish, I hope you can do it for me: you can cure depression, go for what you like, you deserve all the best things.Bugatti gave it to you, seeing it is like seeing me in the future. ——Wherever I go, I will miss your brother

He Ting held up the note in his hand and carefully read it three times.

A few weeks ago, he told He Chenxing that he wanted to give the most precious thing to the person he likes the most, but he didn't expect the gift to go around and be delivered to him in the end.

Maybe He Chenxing originally wanted to give it to Ni Meng, but at the end of his life, he found that the person he was most worried about was actually He Ting.

It was the coldest few days of the year, and there was snow on the bare sycamore tree trunks outside the window, and it fell with a gust of wind.

In the spring of the coming year, these trees will still grow lush branches and buds, but He Chenxing can no longer grow new hair.

In the afternoon, the glare of light was reflected on the glass windows, He Ting covered his eyes and unconsciously wiped away the tears with his hands.

At noon the next day, he bought a bouquet of flowers and a delicate bracelet, and drove to the hospital to give them to Ni Meng.

Perhaps because the adults wanted to protect their children, Ni Meng didn't know the real situation of He Chenxing.

However, she already had a vague premonition, and immediately inquired about He Chenxing's whereabouts after receiving the flowers.

He Ting didn't know whether to tear up the cruel reality for the child to see, but lowered his eyes and said: "These are the gifts he always wanted to give you."

"Then why didn't he come and give it to me?" Ni Meng asked.

He Ting was silent for a long time, and said in Ni Meng's gradually panicked eyes: "Because he can't deliver it now."

In fact, it will not be delivered in the future.

There was silence in the air for a moment, Ni Meng wanted to ask something, but He Ting took the lead to leave, turned around and disappeared in the hospital corridor.

He found that he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't tell the cruel reality to the person He Chenxing liked.

After coming out of the hospital, he went to the cemetery.

Some rotten leaves fell on both sides of the stone steps, half of the snow on the ground had melted, and there was still a creaking sound when one stepped on it.

The tombstones are lined up peacefully, where his mother is buried.

The surroundings were quiet, and he stood by the tombstone for two hours, saying some innocuous words, most of which were good news but not bad news.

It was already dark before he left, and he carefully cleaned the photos on the tombstone, his voice hoarse: "Mom, I'm leaving, I hope I can come back to see you."

After leaving the cemetery, he booked a flight back to New York that night.

When He Wenbin heard the news that he was going to leave, he felt lost in his heart.In the first half of his life, he was proud of the spring breeze, but he didn't expect that he would end up losing his son in middle age.

There is still one son, but he just wants to be as far away from him as possible, and he will leave as soon as he says, and there is no return date.

But if we want to go back to the original, He Ting was forced to drive away by him back then, and in the final analysis, it was his own fault.

He had no choice but to ask Li Man to call to dissuade him, but He Ting was resolute and returned the bank card with a lot of money, including the car he gave him a few months ago, leaving no room for negotiation.

A few days later, he personally stopped by the door, but saw that He Ting had already emptied the living room, and there was a packed suitcase standing alone at the door.

He was angry in his chest, and his tone was not good: "It will be the Spring Festival in more than a month, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

He Tingyi stood at the door without looking up, stared at the phone, and replied casually: "I'm used to it, I live alone every year."

At that moment, He Wenbin had mixed feelings in his heart, and he suddenly noticed a fact in He Ting's cold expression - he seemed to be unable to stop this son anymore. There is already a gap in the relationship between father and son.

This time He Tingken came back not because he obeyed orders, nor because he was afraid of threats, but because he loved this younger brother from the bottom of his heart.

Now he has no desires, no desires, has nothing to do with Jiang Xindong, and has no more handles to control.

People who are determined to leave cannot stay.

He Wenbin was dazed for a while, then said in a dazed voice: "Your name is written on the house in the city center, don't rent a house next time you come back."

He Ting lived there for three years in high school, that's where He Chenxing went to visit him every time, that's where he first met Jiang Xindong, and that's where he broke up.That house has accumulated his most cherished love and friendship, as well as countless happy, sour, happy, and desperate memories.

There used to be his hotbed, but now there is only one vacant house left.

He Ting hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Sell it."

At the end of the song, everyone is gone, there is no need to stay.

He Wenbin paused: "Are you sure?"

He Ting nodded.

He Wenbin waved his hands, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed signs of old age: "Forget it, that suite is indeed old, wait for you to come back and buy a new one."

He Ting nodded perfunctorily. In fact, he was not sure when he would come back, or if he would come back.

Before leaving, He Ting had a meal with Ye Zhimingzong, and the three of them ordered a table of wine.

Zong Gu and He Ting had a good capacity for alcohol, and Ye Zhiming swayed when he drank until the end, so the other two got into a taxi and took him home first.

On the bench by the roadside in the winter night, as soon as they spoke, the air immediately condensed into white mist, and the two people who hadn't returned home lit a cigarette each.

Zonggu looked at the glowing Mars in his hand and said, "Admonition from my brother, go back to New York and see a psychiatrist. I'm really worried about you leaving like this."

"I'm not worried," He Ting smiled, "I'm an adult, I know how to live in the future."

"You'd better be." Zong Gu frowned and took a puff of cigarette. For some reason, he always felt uneasy this time.After thinking for a long time, he turned his head to look at He Ting: "Why don't you leave, and I'll take a stake in you to open a studio, or a photography studio? It's up to you."

He Ting shook his head, the determination in his eyes never wavered.

Zonggu knew he couldn't be persuaded, so he stopped talking.

The two bid farewell near midnight, and He Ting took an aimless taxi and asked the driver to drive him around in city B, from No. [-] Middle School to University A, from the south of the city to the north of the city.

He wanted to take a good look at this city full of memories for the last time.

At midnight, the driver took him around the city center, where he had lived for three years.

He got off here and returned to the residence he hadn't entered in four years.

The furniture in the house is almost exactly the same as it was four years ago, perhaps because He Wenbin's assistant will send someone to take care of it every year, and the dust on the table is still acceptable.

He speculated that He Wenbin must not have been here in the past few years, otherwise it would be impossible for him to find the note that Jiang Xindong left him back then.

The flowers on the balcony have long since withered, and a thin layer of snow has piled up on the tables and chairs.

Once at the beginning of the new year, when the grand fireworks were blooming in the sky, he and Jiang Xindong kissed here.

Maybe it was because of seeing things and thinking about people, he remembered the few missed calls that Jiang Xindong had broadcast to him a few days ago, and the text message that only had the word "sorry".

During that time, he was busy with funerals and funerals, and he was in a daze. He was not in the mood to look at his mobile phone at all. It was three days later when he realized it.

In those few days, he received one after another of condolence text messages, and even the content sent by high school classmates whom he had not seen for a long time seemed much more sincere than the words "sorry".He thought that if Jiang Xindong really cared, he would probably come to the funeral or ask someone to send a wreath, but there was none.So he had no choice but to attribute the other party's concern to the politeness among adults, and finally replied with the same concise "thank you".

On the morning of departure, He Ting went to the courier company and took out the photos that had been in his wallet for more than five years.

Over the years, the wallet has been changed several times, but this photo is always there.He Ting put it in the place closest to his body. When he was happy or sad, he took it out to have a look, it was all the consolation of being alive.

The person in the one-inch photo has been good-looking since childhood, with a high nose, deep eyes, and picturesque eyebrows.

Back then He Ting had the cheek to take it from Jiang Xindong's photo album, and now he has returned it all.

He Ting stuffed the photo into an envelope and mailed it to Jiang Xindong's company address.This should be the last gift he gave to Jiang Xindong, and it can also be called the return of the property to its original owner.

Afterwards, He Ting stepped onto the plane and flew to the other side of the brightly lit ocean at an altitude of [-] feet where oxygen was scarce.

Unlike four years ago, this time he had nothing to worry about.

The author says:

Waiting for a long time, the code word software I have been using has been hung up today. There may be some problems with the typesetting of this chapter, and I will change it later. I will pay attention to it today.