summer passerby

Jiang Xindong's pupils shrank, and he repeated in a complicated manner: "Hey?"

"Yeah." Ye Zhiming nodded confidently, as if he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth after a while.

Jiang Xindong's eyes moved slightly. There are many people with the same name and surname in this world, but Ye Zhiming's expression was determined, as if he knew which He Ting he was referring to without needing to explain.

A strange intuition welled up in his heart for no reason, that Ye Zhiming not only knew him, but also knew that he and He Ting had a past.

No wonder he felt familiar with this person the first time he saw him, maybe it was because he had seen him in He Ting's phone album before.

It's just that he doesn't like the other party's hesitant appearance, as if he has insight into some things between him and He Ting, but decides not to speak.

Before Jiang Xindong had time to completely sort out his thoughts, there was an abrupt sound of a horn in the air.Their car was parked at the entrance of the community, and the cars behind saw that they hadn't moved for a long time, and they got impatient.

"Xiaoye," Meng Si hurriedly reminded Ye Zhiming to get off the car, "Here we are."

Ye Zhiming came back to his senses, opened the car door and walked down, stood on the side of the road and bowed and waved to the people in the car: "Thank you! Go back and rest early."

"Go back and rest!" Meng Si waved at him, stepped on the accelerator and drove on the highway.

When Meng Si heard the word "He Ting", Meng Si suddenly realized that Jiang Xindong's strange behavior of asking her to send a private message finally had an explanation.

It's not difficult to guess, since Jiang Xindong hid his family's photos in his wallet after breaking up, you can get a glimpse of it.How should I put it, after knowing each other for so many years, her boss is always rational and calm, the only few times when something is not normal, it is all related to He Ting.

She just felt sad.

Last year, she also discussed with Chen Kaiyun why there are so many fans of painting Jiang Xindong, but only one became popular in the end.

At that time, she thought it was because of the superb skills of the painters, but Chen Kaiyun insisted that there were other reasons, saying that there was an inexhaustible subtle emotion hidden in this painting, like painting a grand farewell.

Meng Si didn't think he had much literary talent, and at the time he sneered at Chen Kaiyun's literary explanation, but now that he thinks about it, it is somewhat reasonable.If the painter is really He Ting, then everything makes more sense: because what is depicted is the former lover, and what is poured into it is the real feelings, so it is vivid and moving.

She has seen more than a dozen paintings one by one. The brush strokes are delicate and smooth, as if the smiles and frowns of the people in the paintings have already been engraved in her soul.If you have never loved, why bother to work so hard?

But she was also puzzled, some of the paintings were obviously scenes from Jiang Xindong's concert after his debut, as far as she knew, Jiang Xindong was single at that time.If the two still miss each other after breaking up, why don't they open up and speak clearly?

Curiosity was about to stir, but she didn't dare to ask blatantly.

Jiang Xindong's car window was half open, and the night wind was blowing in, making it cool to the bone.

Cantonese songs were playing slowly in the car, and Meng Si broke the silence by the sound of the wind: "The world is so small, that account is actually He Ting's."

There was no sound in the back seat. She secretly looked at Jiang Xindong through the rearview mirror, and found that his brows were tightly furrowed, and deep emotions fermented in his pupils. He looked at an uncertain distance, and did not listen to her question at all.

Jiang Xindong always had this expression when he encountered things, but this time it was different, Meng Si felt that there seemed to be something undercurrent in his silent eyes.

He is not as calm as he appears on the surface.

So she stopped, sighed and continued driving.

At midnight, the living room lights of Jiang Xindong’s house were not turned on. He was sitting alone on the sofa, and the whole room was only dimly lit by the screen of his mobile phone.

A few months ago, he briefly browsed the ins account of the suspected owner of He Ting. Although the composition of the photos was similar to He Ting's style, the overall tone was too dark, and even for a certain period of time all the photos were black and white.

He remembered that He Ting liked the collision of bright and bright colors, and hated dull dark works, so he asked Meng Si to send a private message at that time, just to verify his own judgment, and by the way cut off the sudden sense of familiarity in his heart when he saw these photos .

This time, he carefully looked through more than 700 photos in this account, and none of them fell.

Little details don't fool anyone.

He once heard that he wanted to take a series of loving photos of elderly couples. This account has;

He Ting once said that to watch the sunsets of ten cities, this account also has them;

There is also the recent series of photos taken in Africa, which seem to be fulfilling He Chenxing's last wish.

……

As the photos passed one by one in his hand, Jiang Xindong had a bad premonition in his subconscious for no reason.However, where this premonition came from, it was difficult for him to say.

In fact, ever since Ye Zhiming uttered the word He Ting, his thoughts have been confused, as if he had stepped on the ground, and he couldn't get back to the ground.

He had many questions, such as whether this ins account belonged to He Ting?

If this is He Ting's account, what about the paintings posted on Weibo?

What does it mean to draw an ex after breaking up?

This unresolved feeling is very bad, Jiang Xindong doesn't want to think about it anymore, but every time he encounters something related to that person, he seems to be possessed, and his thoughts and behaviors will always deviate from the normal track.

He had to catch a plane at eight o'clock the next morning, and he was still awake at two o'clock in the morning, and his luggage was also confiscated.

After drinking three bottles of beer, he was in a slightly drunk and slightly excited state, and his not fully awake mind could make him make some unusual moves.

In fact, if you really want to know the reason, just ask He Ting directly.

Although he deleted all the contact information of the other party when they broke up, He Ting's wechat account is easy to remember, and he still hasn't forgotten it after five years.

He wasn't in the mood to play fool's games with He Ting, so he opened WeChat, chose to add a new friend, and quickly entered and searched for the WeChat ID in his memory.

However, when he saw the WeChat avatar that was exactly the same as the ins account, he seemed to have already got half of the answer.

Although Cancun is a resort, the prices are not as high as New York, so He Ting is not in a hurry to leave.

The sea blue is very thorough, sparkling in the sun.

Sometimes he would spend an afternoon by the sea holding a cup of cold drink, recalling the past half of his life in the sea breeze and noisy voices, only to feel that it was as if a century had passed.

There are many Chinese tourists in Cancun, mostly flying in from all over the United States for vacation.One day when He Ting was dining at the hotel, he caught off guard that several girls at the next table were discussing Crush's new song and Jiang Xindong's gossip.

One of them is obviously the CP party of Jiang Xindong and Dai Ruochi, who kept saying "the two are too good for each other" and "the eyes are so sweet to me".

He Ting suspected that he had to escape from the earth, so that he could block everything related to Jiang Xindong.

He thought he had been numb for a long time, but he still felt uncomfortable at that moment, as if a blunt knife was being drawn on his heart. Because the knife was not sharp enough, it didn't cut the flesh and blood, but it still hurt.

It must be because the breakup hasn't been long enough.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, took out the earphones from his pocket and put them on, since if he couldn't hear it, it had nothing to do with him.

After dinner, I received a text message from Cui Lang, asking if he wanted to go into the water together today.

Cui Lang was originally on a trip with his girlfriend, but they had a quarrel and broke up halfway, and he was not in the mood for the rest of the trip, so he simply stayed and refused to leave.

He Ting met him when he was taking the diving certificate test, because he was the only one in the group who could speak Chinese twice, and after chatting with him, he found that they were all mixed up in the same circle, and they became acquainted within a few days.

To be precise, Cui Lang is of Chinese-English mixed race. He has more Caucasian genes and a deep outline. He is a professional model. When he first met him, he introduced himself with a strong British accent. He looked like a gentleman. Later, when he chatted with He Ting alone, he switched to a big guy. Ziwei's Northeast dialect is occasionally mixed with a few English words.

"I thought you like diving so much, why don't you take the exam to be an instructor, and you can get some money." Cui Lang got out of the water and climbed onto the boat, took off the snorkel and fins, looked at He Ting, "You don't worry about you Running out of money?"

He Ting had just finished diving and still had tinnitus. He stood leaning against the hull for two seconds, thinking the logic was funny: "Me? Let's not harm others, I can't even guarantee that I can get out unscathed."

Recently, when he goes into the water, he often has momentary fragments. To put it simply, his mind goes blank, he stops all movements, and lets his body float in the sea. It feels much easier than trying to live.

Of course, all of this happened in a very short period of time, and soon he would wake up and go upstream.

"Then what do you do if you don't have money?" Cui Lang asked.

"No money..." He Ting shook her wet hair, brushed her bangs back, revealing a clean forehead, "Go back to work."

Cui Lang stared at his outline for two seconds, and said, "Actually, you look pretty good. The jewelry ad I'm going to shoot next month lacks an Asian model. How about referring you?"

He Ting shook his head: "I can't eat that meal."

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to take this job, but that he can't take it.Firstly, he has no experience as a model, and secondly, he has been in an unstable state recently. It took a long time to shoot this kind of commercial, and he didn't know if his emotions would suddenly break down at any moment.

At that time, Cui Lang will be in a dilemma.

Over there, Cui Lang only thought that he was unwilling, so he didn't ask any more questions.

When they were having dinner, Cui Lang went out for an hour, and the food was cold when he came back.

Hearing that his complexion was not very good, He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"See your ex-girlfriend," Cui Lang sat down, drank half a glass of beer, and said in a muffled voice, "I broke up completely."

He Ting turned around and asked, "I remember last time you said she returned to America?"

"Oh," Cui Lang poured another full glass of beer, "She came back to find me today, but I never turn back."

"..." He Ting raised his eyebrows, "I can't tell, you are quite cruel."

"She brought up the breakup, and she left by herself. When she brought it up, she should be ready for me to never look back," Cui Lang sneered, "I'm not a spinning top. Just stop."

He Ting closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered last year's birthday, he waited at the gate of the Vincennes Museum all day, Jiang Xindong never showed up, presumably he had the same thoughts as Cui Lang at that time, and he was not He Ting's spinning top.

"It's impossible after breaking up?" He Ting sighed, his voice was so small that he turned a question into a statement, as if he was speaking to Cui Lang, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

"That's the question," Cui Lang held the wine glass in his hand, smiling helplessly, "Look at people. She and I are each other's seventh, eighth, and ninetieth dates. When it comes to love, there are only processes and routines left in the end." , it’s strange.”

"You also take pictures of models. You must know that there are many temptations in this circle. It is difficult to settle down and manage a relationship." Seeing that He could not listen, Cui Lang drank the whole glass of wine in his hand, "Adult Just be realistic and admit that it won't be long before we all forget about each other and start a new life..."

He Ting felt that what he said made some sense. People seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and they also like the new and dislike the old. If his heart is only attached to one person who can't get it for four or five years, he is probably a fool.

But he doesn't regret it at all, if he is given the chance to go back in time thousands of times, he still hopes to meet Jiang Xindong every time in that summer.

It's just that they won't confirm their relationship again, and they won't end up breaking up sadly again. He will choose to stand a little farther away, and look up to Jiang Xindong peacefully as a friend until the other party no longer needs him.

After drinking and returning to the hotel before ten o'clock, He Ting turned on his phone and swiped for a while before trying to check WeChat.

He completely turned off the notification of WeChat messages, because every time He Wenbin approached him, he would call directly on WeChat.

Open the WeChat interface and find that there is an additional request to add a friend.

He clicked on the request, staring at the avatar of John Lennon on the screen for a full minute. It was the avatar that Jiang Xindong used in the past, and even his WeChat name was exactly the same as before.

He was dazed, thinking he was still in a dream.

The author says:

long wait.