summer passerby

Recently, there was an affair between a popular female celebrity and the prince of a certain group. The two not only had lunch together, but also had a yachting night.

There are endless gossips in the entertainment industry, Jiang Xindong didn't pay much attention to it at first, until he found out that the prince is the ancestor.

The female celebrity quickly issued a statement, emphasizing that the two are just friends, and Zong Gu is not a public figure in the first place, so naturally there is no need to explain anything to the public.

No one knows whether it is true or not, but through this news, Jiang Xindong realized that at least in terms of physical distance, Zong Gu and He Ting were not together.The updated photo on He Ting's ins account shows that he has been abroad for more than half a year, and according to gossip media reports, Zong Gu spent most of the past six months managing his company in China.

Back home after filming the ad in the evening, Jiang Xindong took out his phone and logged into ins.

Two days ago, He Ting posted a new picture. A tall man was holding a surfboard and smiling slightly at the camera.There is a string of tattoos on the neck of the man, with the deep outline of European and American, but there is also the handsomeness of Asian in his eyebrows, he should be of mixed race.

The comment that was pushed to the top under that photo came from an account called Larry, and there was only one word: handsome.

He heard back an "OK" gesture from that person.

Jiang Xindong clicked into this ins account named Larry, and found that he was the person in the photo, working as a graphic model, and traveled in Mexico with He Ting about ten days ago, and it was just the two of them.

For a moment he wanted to laugh, even if He Ting wasn't with Zong Gu, he could still date new people at any time, and he didn't know what else he cared about.

He Ting's ins account is called "Tino_He". He only realized after reading a few comments that "Tino" should be He Ting's English name.He didn't know it before, or maybe when they dated, He Ting didn't have an English name yet.

Time is so cruel, there is a gap of five years between them, not to mention changing English names, boyfriends are enough to change a dozen.

Nobody is what they were five years ago.

Just at this time, WeChat sent a message, reminding "Ting" that he had approved his friend request.

Jiang Xindong looked at the familiar and unfamiliar WeChat name on the screen, and didn't know what to say for a while, but felt that it was not a good idea to add friends back.

So he turned off his mobile phone, lay back on the bed and had a bad night's sleep.

Crush's agency signed a newcomer this summer, named Xu Qingru, a singer-songwriter who is said to be very talented, and the company executives immediately signed him after hearing the demo he sent over.

The first time we met was at the management group meeting. The company hopes that Crush will cooperate with Xu Qingru in the next album and bring newcomers.

Xu Qingru lived up to her name, clean and handsome, sitting in the crowd silently, with a pair of peach blossom eyes always looking up at people inadvertently, as if she didn't care much about anything.

Jiang Xindong stared at him for several seconds, and seemed to see a familiar silhouette in the deserted eyes on the opposite side. In a trance, the memory was pulled back to the summer five years ago, and the voice, appearance and appearance of that person emerged again.

That person also likes this, and his eyes are also dark brown, and every time his eyelids are lifted slightly to glance at you casually, like a gravel passing through the calm and calm water, it will cause fine ripples, scratching your heart.

However, comparing the two, Xu Qingru was quieter.

"Brother Dong is also a very good singer-songwriter. Qingru will learn more from him in the future," Guan Rou mentioned this intentionally or unintentionally, "Try to collaborate on one or two songs in the next album."

Jiang Xindong looked away, but did not immediately agree: "Let's write a song first."

The implication is to check Xu Qingru's level first.

With a smile in her eyes, Xu Qingru nodded and said, "Okay."

He was polite and distant to everyone, but he asked Jiang Xindong for his contact information alone.

In the afternoon, Yi Fan, Zhuang Gaoyang and Meng Si were discussing a certain program he was going to participate in at the company, and just after they sat down, Yi Fan discussed the dinner at noon today: "This Xu Qingru looks too much like that one, don't you? feel?"

Zhuang Gaoyang was a little confused: "Which one do you look like?"

"Then what... Brother Dong's ex," Yi Fan lowered his voice, "Didn't you notice that Brother Dong...cough, stared at him for a while too?"

"Is there?" Zhuang Gaoyang thought with his chin in his hands, and said, "No."

"... Hurry up and see an ophthalmologist," Yi Fan sneered, "I'm afraid you will suffer in the entertainment industry with your eyesight."

Zhuang Gaoyang: "Get out, my eyes are very good."

But it's not surprising, Yi Fan was aware of Jiang Xindong's special care for He Ting back then, and Zhuang Gaoyang, like a stunned young man, never thought about that after being a light bulb for countless times, and Jiang Xindong took the initiative to admit it later.

Yi Fan folded his hands behind his head: "If this person has that kind of thought about Brother Dong, then I guess Dai Ruochi is in danger."

Zhuang Gaoyang stirred the coffee in the cup: "I think Dai Ruochi has a better chance, after all, we have known each other for so long and haven't been blocked by Brother Dong."

"It's because we've known each other for so long, we're going to be together a long time ago," Yi Fan shrugged, "Anyway, I blocked Xu Qingru Ying, Meng Si, who are you blocking?"

Meng Si was drinking coffee and almost spit it out.

In the past, these two gossips about Jiang Xindong would still have scruples, at least not in front of her.Ever since Dai Ruochi's fierce pursuit of Jiang Xindong, Brother Dong's sexual orientation has been clearly revealed, and now everyone puts everything directly on the surface, not only that, but also invites her to discuss it together.

In fact, neither of them wanted to gamble, because when Yi Fan asked this question, she only thought of two words.

He listened.

Every time Jiang Xindong is abnormal, it is because of this person.

"Well," she swallowed her coffee and muttered softly, "I bet Brother Dong is the ex."

Even Zhuang Gaoyang was surprised when he heard this, "Do you know who his predecessor is?"

"No, I don't know," Meng Si pretended to be stupid, "I just think, if the betting on Xu Qingru is only because he looks like Brother Dong's ex, why not just block Dong's ex to win?"

"This..." Zhuang Gaoyang paused and said, "It's a complicated story, anyway, they are impossible."

Meng Si put down the coffee cup, feeling a sense of loss for no reason.

"They really," Yi Fan sat up straight, looking at Zhuang Gaoyang with a very serious expression, "Is it impossible?"

Zhuang Gaoyang fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.

"In the past few years, it's become less and less common to see Brother Dong smiling." Yi Fan stood up and waved his hands, sighing, "Forget it, it's meaningless not to talk about it."

The next day was Lixia, Meng Si handed Jiang Xindong a thin envelope: "I dug it out from the gifts sent by fans, I thought it was a bit special, so I gave it to you."

The band receives hundreds of gifts every year, and the number of letters is not to mention, most of which are opened by Meng Si and other staff.

Jiang Xindong closed the magazine in his hand and asked, "What's so special?"

"There is a one-inch photo inside," Meng Si said. "It should be from when you were a child. I have never seen this photo, and the paper is very old-fashioned. It doesn't look like it was printed by a fan."

"When I was a child?" Jiang Xindong took the envelope and took out the photo inside.

It was a black and white ID photo, which showed him at the age of six or seven, with bright eyes, smiling at the camera, naturally refreshing.

The photos are slightly yellowed due to age.

He Ting took this from his family's photo album five years ago, and put it in his wallet.

After breaking up, he never expected He Ting to keep this kind of thing, but he didn't expect it to appear strangely today.

Jiang Xindong was stunned for a while, then asked, "Is there just one photo in the envelope?"

"Only this photo, nothing else." Meng Si said.

"Oh," Jiang Xindong lowered his eyelids, his expression difficult to discern, "When did you receive this letter?"

"The postmark was sent at the end of last year. We received too many letters every day, and we only had time to sort them out yesterday," Meng Si asked with interest, "Brother Dong, did I find anything important?"

"It's nothing, an old photo." Jiang Xindong said as he turned over the back of the photo, and there was only one word written on it:

light.

The continuous strokes are heavy, and the last stroke is very high. It is He Ting's font.

He didn't know when He Ting wrote this word, but at that moment, many words that He Ting had said to him suddenly flashed in his ears like a movie:

"You don't know, are you so dazzling?"

"Actually, before I met you, I felt that life was meaningless. I followed the steps and walked like a corpse. Then you appeared, like splitting the gray sky, and then I felt that it was dawn, and I was a little rushed."

"This sentence is a bit nasty, but you still have to listen to it. You have your own aperture. Photographers like me always like to chase the light."

……

Memories flooded in suddenly, and Jiang Xindong suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

He used to think he understood He Ting, but now he couldn't understand it any more.

Breaking up decisively when you don't love him is indeed something He Ting can do, but everything that happened in the past year is contrary to Jiang Xindong's initial understanding.

He Ting's absurd confession on the phone last year, the painting posted on Weibo, and this old photo that came back to him after five years, all seem to have some nostalgia and nostalgia for the past.

But not free and easy, not decisive enough, not He Ting's style.

Jiang Xindong's slender index finger rubbed lightly on the word "light", and the sense of unreliability that he had failed a few days ago came to his heart again.

Inexplicably, I have been restless all day.

Tomorrow is the first concert tour, during the rehearsal he forgot his lyrics several times, and even Chen Kaiyun, who often lost track of the chain, asked him to step off the stage and rest for a while.

There was a rehearsal band on the stage, and Jiang Xindong sat in the empty auditorium, feeling very irritable for no reason.

The chat history with He Ting on WeChat stayed a few days ago.

He frowned, feeling that what he said that day was really not pleasant, even a little mean.

No wonder He Ting didn't bother to speak at the end, so he just replied with a full stop.

So when he came home at night, he took the one-inch photo and sent it to ask He Ting why he suddenly sent this.

But never received a reply.

No reply was received until the end of the first concert.

The next day was a rare rest day, at noon he drove to Meng Banmei's for dinner.

Before I got on the highway, I received a call from Guan Rou, saying that the company would choose one of the two singers to sign and ask her to bring it.

She hesitated, wanting to hear Jiang Xindong's opinion.

"Xia Chong?" Jiang Xindong said while turning the steering wheel, "The name sounds familiar."

"The hottest draft champion this year," Guan Rou said, "Fire is fire, but I don't think he has as much potential as Chen Zi."

"You said this year's singing competition?" Jiang Xindong was a little confused, "Then the top three in the competition all signed with Yangxin, and it changed this year?"

"They didn't sign a contract before the game this year," Guan Rou said with a smile, "and now Yang's heart is a little messed up, the boss's family has something to worry about, and the people below are all looking out for their own interests. Anyway, we cut them off."

"He Wenbin?" Jiang Xindong's throat twitched lightly: "Didn't his family all happen half a year ago, and it's still in chaos now?"

"Six months ago it was his youngest son," Guan Rou sighed, "This year it's his other son. I said he was really miserable. It's really a white-haired man giving a black-haired man..."

Jiang Xindong paused for a moment, then spoke with a trembling voice: "What happened to his other son?"

"It is said that there was an accident, and He Wenbin flew over that night in the ICU of the hospital," Guan Rou said, "I don't know what's going on now, anyway, he doesn't care about the company these days..."

Before Guan Rou finished speaking, there was a sharp and piercing sound on the other end of the phone, like the sound of tires rubbing against the ground when braking suddenly.