summer passerby

A new beehive-like building was built in the Hudson district of New York. Because the color and shape resemble a pine cone, it is also called the "big pine cone".This mecca of Internet celebrities and a new landmark in Manhattan, which has been reported by the media, has been reported by tourists to commit suicide in the year after its opening.

He Ting has been to the Big Pine Cone, and he understands the people who choose to end their lives there.Standing on the top floor and looking down from the top, the staggered steps, the not too high guardrail, the whistling wind in the ear, and the hazy afterglow at [-] o'clock in the afternoon will indeed give people an illusion—as if jumping down is another step. Nothing easy.

But he didn't, because He Chenxing said more than once before his death that he hoped he could live a good life.

It's okay to live, but what counts as "good" if you can, he doesn't know.

He tried, but he couldn't be interested in anything.This is the consequence of his unauthorized withdrawal of the drug—this time the depression is so fierce that it has seriously affected daily life.

He couldn't work full time, it would wear him out physically and mentally.Long-term insomnia, his mental state fluctuates, and he can only do some casual work occasionally. Fortunately, he has left some savings for his previous works to support him through this period.

On New Year's Eve, all WeChat groups, large and small, were scrambling for red envelopes, and the circle of friends was very lively, but the apartment where He Ting lived alone was very deserted.

He stared at the phone for a while, subconsciously looking forward to something.It wasn't until Ye Zhiming's sudden New Year's WeChat message came in that he suddenly realized that He Chenxing would no longer call him today like in previous years.

Today the country is full of voices and gongs and drums, but it has nothing to do with him.

He Chenxing is no longer in this world.

Inevitably frustrated, he cooked a pack of instant noodles mechanically, and poured it out after a few mouthfuls.

Speaking of eating, he hasn't eaten seriously for several days.

Really sick, time to see a doctor.With that in mind, he unhurriedly made an appointment for a psychological consultation.

While studying in the United States, he would regularly see a psychiatrist named Mia.Mia is warm-hearted and kind. She is almost 50 years old and has a son who is about the same age as He Ting, so she will take extra care of him.

It took Mia half a year to gain He Ting's trust, and it took another half a year for He Ting to speak up.If she couldn't help He Ting now, then other psychiatrists probably couldn't either.

This time He Ting was silent for an hour in her consulting room, not mentioning what happened after returning to China.Mia deduced something not very good from his gloomy eyes, she thought to take her time, He Ting was a slow patient.

But in the next few weeks, He Ting didn't go to her consultation room again.She asked around and found out that He Ting had gone to Africa.

Africa has neither familiar friends nor a better psychiatrist, but there are prairie and wild animals that He Chenxing wants to see.

March is the rainy season in Tanzania. In the week He heard, it always rained intermittently in the morning, and it cleared up and returned to temperature at noon.Lake Manilaya gathers thousands of flamingos, and it turns pink when the setting sun sets.

He took a lot of photos with his camera, some of which were sent to Geography Magazine, and some were sent to He Chenxing's WeChat account.

Those who sent it to WeChat naturally fell to the bottom of the sea, but those who sent it to Geographical Magazine received some responses, and at the same time they were paid for the manuscript.

He Ting suddenly felt that this was fine, he no longer needed a stable life, and he didn't have to work nine to five all the time, no matter which city he was in.

So he stopped and went, and a month later, he stopped in Cancun, Mexico.

Cancun's islands are extremely famous, and it was hot in May. It took him a few days to get his diving license, and he went into the water almost once a day.

The delicate sea water clings to the skin, and the isolated tranquility in the water will ease his chaotic emotions.

He once said "It's better to die at the bottom of the sea" when he was joking. In fact, this statement is not entirely false, and at a certain moment it comes from the heart.

At the same time, Crush's plagiarism case is in the first trial, Ai Siyi is busy, and Jiang Xindong is even busier, so Ye Zhiming naturally becomes the middle runner.After coming and going, he and Meng Si became acquainted.

Once after collecting the materials, Meng Si gave him a ride home.

Meng Si's mobile phone ran out of battery halfway through the navigation, and replaced it with Ye Zhiming's at the red light at the intersection.

She stared at the background picture of Ye Zhiming for two seconds. The picture showed the handsome back of a young man standing on a skateboard, and the road extending to the front was connected with a large blue sky.

"I seem to have seen this picture a few days ago." Meng Si said and started the car.

"Really?" Ye Zhiming's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at her seriously, "Where is it?"

Meng Si was just chatting and randomly looking for topics, but she didn't expect the other party to show such concern, so she had to think about it seriously and said, "It should be a certain photography account, but I can't remember where it is."

"Oh, this photo was taken by my friend, he is indeed a professional photographer." Ye Zhiming turned his head, his eyes lightly fell on the phone, with a bit of warmth.

The photo was taken by He Ting, and the person in the photo is Xu Ming.This is a photo from two years ago. That year Xu Ming went to New York to find He Ting. He Ting posted it in Moments, so Ye Zhiming secretly saved it in his phone.

The photos taken by He Ting have also appeared in magazines, and it is normal for people to like them.

"Your friend took it?" Meng Si became interested this time, "The person in the photo is you?"

"It's not me, I don't know each other, but I think this photo is cool." Ye Zhiming turned his head away, because the voice of lying gradually became smaller.

"Yes," Meng Si smiled, "This is a good shot."

The two chatted for a while, and when they got home, Meng Si was drinking and taking a bath. When she swiped her phone, she suddenly remembered where she had seen the photos on Ye Zhiming's phone.

on Instagram.

She manages Crush's official ins account, but she doesn't log in often because of the trouble of overcoming the wall.

The only account I've seriously browsed recently is one.

Before, a painter on Weibo became popular because he posted a few pictures of Jiang Xindong, and Jiang Xindong asked her to discuss cooperation.So she went to Weibo to get in touch, and after waiting for a week, she found that the person didn't read the private message at all, and the last Weibo said that she would no longer update it.

She thought the matter would be over here, but a few days later, Jiang Xindong asked her to send a private message on ins, saying that she had found the ins account of the suspected painter.

This is quite strange, there are tens of thousands of painters in the world, she doesn't understand why Jiang Xindong is obsessed with cooperating with this painter, what's even more strange is that when he is engaged in music, why would he find a painter to cooperate with?Do you want to collaborate on the MV?

But since the boss spoke, she just did it.As a result, someone replied on ins, and simply and rudely refused.

She saw Ye Zhiming's phone background picture in this ins account.

Meng Si pondered for a while, and in order to get more bonuses at the end of the year, she sent Ye Zhiming a screenshot of this ins account, and asked: Xiaoye, is this the account of your photographer friend?

Ye Zhiming took a look and replied: It's him.

He Ting changed his WeChat avatar the year before last, and it was exactly the same as the avatar of this ins account.Although Ye Zhiming doesn't go on foreign websites, Zonggu just mentioned He Ting's ins account when he was having dinner a year ago, and he looked through it for a while.

After a while, Meng Si went on to say: What a coincidence, can your friend know how to draw?

Ye Zhiming: Yes.What's wrong?

Meng Si: We want to cooperate with a painter here. I don't know if it is your friend. If so, we may trouble you to match up!

Ye Zhiming: I can ask about this.

Meng Si: Then thank you in advance!

The first-instance judgment of the plagiarism case came down in the middle of the year, and Crush won the case.Zhuang Gaoyang booked a time and place for a get-together, and Ai Siyi brought Ye Zhiming with him.

The venue was a private restaurant with few tables, and Zhuang Gaoyang booked the place.

Over the years, Ai Siyi has had several boyfriends, but the last one is her favorite and the most painful one.Now recalling the obsession with Jiang Xindong in the past, I just feel in the fog, and I can't remember exactly what it was like.

When I like it, I feel worried. In fact, time is the most real. After four or five years, whether it is unforgettable or just a flash in the pan, sincerity will always show its feet.

We got acquainted for a while, but fortunately, we can still talk and laugh at the dinner table, and talk about the past frankly.

When he was drunk, Yi Fan asked what was in his heart: "Hey Siyi, to be honest, do you regret quitting the band?"

"I don't really like playing drums," Ai Siyi waved her hand, "Besides, the art industry is too particular about talent. Once I find that my years of hard work can't compare with the flash of inspiration from others, I will be very tormented." , or the rules and regulations are more suitable for me.”

"Thank you Sister Ai," Chen Kaiyun stood up after listening and toasted with a smile, "Without your success back then, I would not be where I am today."

Everyone laughed.

Ye Zhiming never talked much, and he just listened quietly since he was at the table. Zhuang Gaoyang was good at creating atmosphere, so he didn't want to neglect him, so he took the initiative to ask a question: "Is Xiaoye a local?"

Ye Zhiming shook his head: "No, my family is from Cha County, and later I went to high school in City B."

Zhuang Gaoyang: "Which high school?"

Ye Zhiming: "One Middle School."

"Coincidentally," Yi Fan took the words, "I also graduated from No. [-] Middle School. Which class are you in?"

Ye Zhiming said, "I graduated five years ago."

"Oh, I also know someone this year... He Ting." Just as Yi Fan finished speaking, he suddenly found Jiang Xindong frowned, his expression was not very good, probably because of the person he mentioned, So he quickly shut up.Seeing this, Zhuang Gaoyang who was next to him responded with a mild and polite sentence: "No. [-] Middle School is pretty good."

Ye Zhiming nodded, and calmly took a sip of his drink: "Yes, He Ting is quite famous in our school."

After speaking, he quickly glanced at Jiang Xindong.The other party raised his eyebrows lightly, as if he felt that the answer was unexpected and reasonable.

At this point in the conversation, the room was quiet for a few seconds, some were silent, some were simply drunk.

This topic was started by Yi Fan, and he will smooth it over.He stood up and asked someone to drink and play games. It was so lively that everyone soon forgot about it.

After the dinner party, Meng Si picked up Ye Zhiming again, and Jiang Xindong and Ai Siyi were also in the same car.

Ai Siyi's house is the closest, and she is the first to get off.

There were only three of them left in the car, and there was silence for a while. Meng Si recalled what he had talked with Ye Zhiming last time, and asked, "By the way, Xiaoye, did your photographer friend reply?"

"Well, he's not in China recently, maybe the time is not right." Ye Zhiming turned his head and looked out the window. He is not good at lying. In fact, when He Ting replied to him a few days ago, he only said three words: not interested.

But on such an occasion, it seems impolite to directly mention these three words, so he chose a euphemism.

"That's a pity, but Brother Dong might be able to wait," Meng Si turned the steering wheel and said, "Right, Brother Dong?"

"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Xindong couldn't understand what the two of them were saying.

Meng Si said: "Didn't you ask me to private message an Instagram photography blogger before, saying that we wanted to talk about cooperation. It just so happened that the blogger was Xiaoye's friend. Because the other party hasn't responded yet, I didn't tell you."

"Friend?" Jiang Xindong was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Zhiming, and asked thoughtfully, "Your?"

"Well, but I'm afraid he won't return to China for a long time." Ye Zhiming was a little embarrassed, "Maybe you need to find someone else to cooperate."

Jiang Xindong looked away, and did not speak for a long time, so long that Ye Zhiming thought he would not ask any more questions.

There was lazy singing in the car, and Ye Zhiming's home was in front of him. He took the bag in his hand and was about to get out of the car. The moment he locked the car door, he suddenly heard Jiang Xindong ask in a hoarse voice: "That friend of yours, What is your name?"

Ye Zhiming licked his lips, hesitated for a moment, then stopped his hands, and gave Jiang Xindong a meaningful look: "He Ting."

The author says:

Sorry for being late.