summer passerby

Jiang Xindong's car almost hit a utility pole. Fortunately, he turned the steering wheel in time, but the car was still scratched by the roadside railing with a long mark, but he didn't care about it at this time.

He parked the car beside the road, and he didn't know what was buzzing in his head.

"Hey?! Are you okay?" Guan Rou anxiously asked several times, but did not hear a response. She was obviously frightened, and raised her voice and yelled, "Jiang Xindong!"

Jiang Xindong recovered from Guan Rou's shout, and asked in a deep voice, "When did it happen?"

"What's the matter?" Guan Rou said, "What happened to you?"

Jiang Xindong didn't answer her question. Instead, he raised his tone and asked every word: "He Wenbin's son, when did something happen?"

Guan Rou thought for a while: "It should be just a few days..."

Jiang Xindong's voice was unusually cold: "Where is it?"

Guan Rou could feel the low air pressure covering his whole body through the screen, she was stunned: "I don't know..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Xindong hung up the phone.

There were cars speeding past on the side of the road, Jiang Xindong's temples twitched, his mind was in a mess.

He heard that something happened.

problem occurs.

When he heard the news, he only felt flustered, an uncontrollable strong flustered, and he couldn't explain the reason himself.

As for how He Ting kicked him away back then, I can't even think about it now.

At this moment, the most sincere and deepest thought in his heart is to hope that He Ting is well.

However, they haven't seen each other for too long, and he doesn't even know who to ask for information except for the WeChat message that can't wait for a reply.

He lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts amidst the loud car horns. After a while, he called Ye Zhiming.

The phone call was cut off quickly, and a few seconds later Ye Zhiming sent a text message: "I'm in a meeting, I'll get back to you later."

Jiang Xindong pinched out the cigarette, and felt that "for a while" was so long for the first time, and it made him upset.

Afterwards, he called Meng Banmei to say that he had something to do today and couldn't go to dinner, and then turned around and drove towards Ye Zhiming's company.

In fact, he didn't know how close Ye Zhiming and He Ting were, and whether they had been in touch recently.

It's just that now he is eager to know about He Ting's situation, and he seems to have no choice but Ye Zhiming.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Zhiming called him: "Brother Dong, I'm sorry, I was in a meeting just now, what can you do for me?"

"It's about..." Jiang Xindong paused, "It's about He Ting, it might be rash to find you suddenly, but I..."

Ye Zhiming thought that Jiang Xindong was looking for him because of the case, he was stunned for a few seconds, and said with some surprise: "It's not rash, He Ting is my good friend."

Jiang Xindong: "I'm in the parking lot downstairs of your company now, do you have time to meet?"

"Okay," Ye Zhiming said, "I'll go down and find you now."

His company is in the CBD of the city, and there are many restaurants nearby, which is where white-collar workers go to eat at noon.Jiang Xindong couldn't go to a crowded coffee shop, so they found a tea room with private rooms to talk.

Jiang Xindong went to the private room first, saw that Ye Zhiming was not in the mood to say polite words, and said straightforwardly: "I came to you today because I heard that something happened to He Ting."

When this matter was mentioned, Ye Zhiming's mood dropped immediately, and he replied softly, "Yes."

"I," Jiang Xindong had a bad feeling and spoke incoherently, "what happened to him?"

"There was an accident while diving. I don't know if the gas cylinder was out of gas or choked on water. Anyway, he was unconscious when he was picked up, and he was rescued for two days and two nights," Ye Zhiming said, feeling tense here, " I was still awake when I called this morning."

Jiang Xindong tightened his palms, his joints turned white: "What about now?"

"I have to ask." Ye Zhiming took out his mobile phone and dialed Zonggu's WeChat number.

No one answered the first call, Ye Zhiming turned to look at Jiang Xindong: "I don't have a visa, but a friend of ours flew over yesterday, and he said that if He Ting woke up, he would notify me..."

But until now there is no notification, which means that He Ting has not woken up yet.

Jiang Xindong's temple throbbed with dull pain: "When did it happen?"

Ye Zhiming said, "May [-]th."

Jiang Xindong froze, his heart tightened, as if he had been severely whipped. The last time he chatted with He Ting was on the [-]th.

The last sentence of their chat that day was the meanest thing he had ever said to He Wen.

He said He Ting didn't care.

Five years ago, He Ting cut him the deepest and heaviest. He had suffered from the injury for a long time, and he was in so much pain that he would instinctively reject him when they met again, and would say a few rude words.

He thought it was over long ago, and he had forgotten about it, and he was not owed anything, but he couldn't do it. Today, the old wound was opened again, just because he heard that something happened to this person.

The fresh burn mixed with rotting flesh, the pain lingering forever.

After all, he still underestimated his feelings for He Ting.

Seeing that he was silent, Ye Zhiming dialed WeChat again, this time Zonggu answered the phone and simply said "Hello".

"Hey," Ye Zhiming asked in a low voice, "Hey, listen to him?"

"I didn't wake up." Zong Gu's nasal voice was a little heavy, and his voice was hoarse as if he had changed.

Ye Zhiming sighed: "What did the doctor say?"

Zong Gu was silent on the phone for a long time before speaking: "The vital signs are weak, you must be prepared for..."

Ye Zhiming didn't turn on the speakerphone, but the private room was so quiet that Jiang Xindong could hear every word clearly.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his heart sank to the bottom, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ye Zhiming also froze, and it took him a long time to speak, choked with sobs: "How could it be...?"

"The coach who rescued him said that no matter what happens, he should save himself underwater, but he didn't that day," Zonggu said with a trembling voice, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean, he..." Ye Zhiming's brain trembled, "His own?"

"He was so sick last year, I shouldn't fucking let him go, fuck!" Zong Gu seemed to have kicked something, and there was a messy voice on the other end of the phone.

Ye Zhiming comforted the person on the phone and hung up.

Jiang Xindong was stunned for a long time, the swarm of information seemed to entangle his nerves, his breathing was also trapped, and thinking became very difficult.

He Ting was seriously ill last year, what illness?

What does it mean that he has no self-rescue behavior underwater?

And the vital signs are weak, what preparations should be made?

……

"Brother Dong." Ye Zhiming called him.

Jiang Xindong raised his head and glanced at him in bewilderment.

Ye Zhiming was stunned, he had never seen such an expression on Jiang Xindong's face.

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "I know you and He Ting...before."

Jiang Xindong didn't admit it or deny it, just lowered his eyelids in silence, the shadow of the light hit his nose, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Some things I thought would rot in my heart for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect you to come to me today. Since you also... care about him, then I'll just say it straight. He Ting's condition was very bad after breaking up with you, the first year abroad He just disappeared, and I couldn't contact him at all," Ye Zhiming said with a trembling voice, "I only found out later that he was diagnosed with severe depression that year."

Hearing this, Jiang Xindong suddenly looked up at him: "Depression? Severe?"

"Well," Ye Zhiming continued, "his brother passed away last year, and his illness relapsed, but he insisted on leaving, and we couldn't keep him."

"Why would he?" Jiang Xindong became irritable and anxious. He rolled up the cuff of his left shirt indiscriminately, frowning deeply, "Depression?"

"I don't know," Ye Zhiming sighed, "There are many causes of depression, and he never wants to talk about it."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Xindong frowned, and grasped the point amid the successive messages, "What did you mean when you said he didn't take any self-rescue actions underwater?"

Ye Zhiming stared at him in a daze, silent, his eyes gradually covered with mist.

Jiang Xindong's throat choked: "Is that what I thought it meant?"

"Yes," Ye Zhiming nodded, "Zong... Our friend said that he committed suicide before."