summer passerby

It had been 10 minutes since Ye Zhiming left, but Jiang Xindong still stayed in his seat, as if half of his soul had been taken away, with a dazed expression.

The incoming information has already exceeded the load. At this time, he is like a malfunctioning TV, unable to connect to any signal, and only the repeated snowflake noise is left in front of his eyes.

chaos.

too messy.

Depression, suicide, weak vital signs...

These words are too heavy no matter who put them on, like a heavy stone, like a thunderbolt, making him unable to breathe.

What's more, that person is He Ting.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of mood He Ting was in when he joked with him in the car last year that he was suffering from depression.

He didn't dare to think about it either.

As for He Ting, he thought that he should have become hard-hearted, but he didn't know why his throat felt sore when he thought about it.

There is still panic for no reason, large pieces are crowded on the chest, and a slight movement is enough to grab the whole body.

At the same time, countless questions flashed in his mind, making his thoughts extremely disordered.

How did He Ting come to this point?

Just because of He Chenxing's death?Or is it also related to the ancestors?

What were you going to say to him on his birthday?

What kind of thought did you have in mind to complete those paintings after the breakup?

He pressed his temples tiredly, the more he thought about it, the more he got a headache...

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to go back to the day of He Ting's birthday last year, back to the entrance of the Vincennes Museum, and listen carefully to what He Ting was going to say to him.

It doesn't matter whether it's reminiscing about the past, apologizing, or just making a nasty joke.

At this moment, he just wanted to know what kind of words and what kind of jokes he had to choose to say on his birthday.

But many times life and love are all about timing, the right time and the right place, some opportunities only come once in a lifetime.

It's brutal, but also realistic.

Now that person is lying in the ICU of the hospital, maybe he has lost his chance.

Jiang Xindong forgot how he got home.

After he came out of the tea room, he was recognized by several fans in the elevator because he forgot to wear a mask.There were videos, and some asked for group photos. He seemed to respond, but he didn't seem to.

Not long after I got home, I received a call from Meng Si, asking him why he appeared in a crowded public place at noon without wearing a mask, and fans posted the video online.

He hung up with a few perfunctory words.

Subsequent calls were not answered.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sun fell to around the horizon, and the lights of the city were turned on one after another. The lights in the study room were not turned on, and the computer screen was lit with a faint light, illuminating Jiang Xindong's gloomy face, which flickered on and off.

The computer opened more than a dozen windows, half of which were academic materials related to depression, and half of which were cases of unconsciousness in diving accidents.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked, the more terrified he became, with thousands of thoughts and mixed feelings.

Maybe he should visit He Ting, but in what capacity?

Ex-boyfriend?Or ordinary friends who haven't seen each other for several years?

He couldn't find an answer.

Street lights and night alleys, Jiang Xindong stood on the balcony and made several phone calls one after another.

When the night was completely dark, the others were still standing on the balcony in a daze.

The person who spoke to Ye Zhiming on the phone today was Zong Gu, even though the two of them had only met once, he still recognized it.

Since the clan is there, it is not his turn to worry about many things.

The urge to see He Ting kept surging in my heart, but he brutally pushed it back again and again.

When the desire gradually subsided, he stood in the cool wind, and there was nothing but a blankness in his heart.

In the evening, I accidentally received a call from Ye Zhiming, and Jiang Xindong's emotions, which had finally cooled down, fluctuated again with the news on the phone.

"Brother Dong," Ye Zhiming said, "I want to ask you a favor about He Ting, I don't know if it's appropriate."

Jiang Xindong: "Tell me."

"He Ting hasn't woken up yet, but his condition has stabilized for the time being. Uncle He plans to transfer him to a hospital in New York tomorrow." Ye Zhiming paused for a moment, "But the doctor said that the longer the delay, the less chance of waking up. become a vegetable."

Jiang Xindong's heart sank suddenly.

"They consulted He Ting's former psychiatrist, and she suggested that we contact you..." Ye Zhiming hesitated and said, "It is the person who has left an important influence in He Ting's life. Go to visit him and talk to him before the hospital bed. Just talk, maybe he will wake up after being stimulated."

"Me? An important influence?" Jiang Xindong laughed, and lit a cigarette in the dim light, "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed, I'm not an important person to him."

"Ah?" Ye Zhiming was taken aback, and said, "Of course you are, he liked you so much back then."

"Like me?" Jiang Xindong lowered his eyes and smiled sourly, "Maybe there was once. But I won't hide it from you. He proposed our breakup back then, and the reason was that he didn't like me anymore."

Ye Zhiming was surprised: "No way..."

Jiang Xindong took a puff of cigarette and said in a cold voice, "He said he fell in love with someone else."

Ye Zhiming was speechless for a moment, because He Ting really left suddenly that year, and when asked, he only said that there was a school he wanted to go to.Regarding this relationship, I didn't leave a single word of explanation, and I didn't want to mention it later.

He, and even Zong Gu, didn't know the reason why they broke up in the first place.

True or false, only the parties know.

A few seconds later, Ye Zhiming hesitated and said, "Is there any misunderstanding between you?"

"No." Jiang Xindong leaned on the balcony railing and exhaled lightly, his figure was outlined in a bleak arc in the deserted moonlight.

"I'm sorry, I don't know the details between you two," Ye Zhiming said in a melancholy voice, "I know that you are not in that kind of relationship now, and I also know that you are full of work every day, so I'm sorry for making this request. Selfishly, I don’t want to lose my friend He Ting, so I want to try all methods possible. I would like to ask, if you have time, can you fly to New York to visit him?”

The phone was quiet for a few seconds, and the air was so condensed that it was not comfortable.

Ye Zhiming said to himself: "Actually, my family's conditions are not good. When I was in high school, He Ting always secretly charged money into my meal card, and I still refused to admit it." Speaking of this, he sighed, with a full heart. Regrettably, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious, and I haven't asked you if you have a US visa. If you want to refuse, don't worry..."

"Yes," Jiang Xindong interrupted him, "I have a visa."

Ye Zhiming was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant: "Then..."

"I'll go," Jiang Xindong continued, "tomorrow."

Ye Zhiming said excitedly: "Okay, okay, thank you...I will call Zonggu, our friend now, and he will send someone to meet you."

Jiang Xindong hesitated: "He also knows that I will go?"

"Well," Ye Zhiming said, "He was the one who contacted He Ting's psychiatrist. What, do you know each other?"

Jiang Xindong moved the corner of his mouth unnaturally: "I have seen it."

Ye Zhiming: "That's great..."

"..." Jiang Xindong stared at the scarlet cigarette butt in his hand, and asked, "That psychiatrist, He Ting, who else did you ask you to contact?"

"No more," Ye Zhiming said firmly, "She only asked us to contact you."

Jiang Xindong narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why?"

"That's right," Ye Zhiming muttered in a low voice, "It is said that you are someone who has an important influence on He Ting."

With the wind blowing by his ears, Jiang Xindong took a puff of cigarette suddenly, that feeling of uneasiness emerged again, the difference was that this time it was extremely strong.

He felt very strange, and inextricable things came to his mind, and he couldn't tell where it was, but he always felt that something was wrong.

In a trance, he had a feeling, like a violent and rapid vortex rolled up on the long-quiet seabed, and some years of past events buried in gravel gradually emerged under the washing of the rushing torrent.

The long corridor of the hospital was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and at the end of the extension was the intensive care unit. Several people were sitting on the chairs by the door, the atmosphere was gloomy and depressing.

The door of the ward opened, and the doctor crackled and spoke Spanish. He Wenbin frowned and listened to the interpretation of the entourage, then turned his head and said to his subordinates: "Arrange the plane and medical team and transfer to the United States."

Taking advantage of the hospital transfer, Li Man called Zong Gu to the corner of the corridor and asked, "How is your contact?"

Zong Gu said: "Jiang Xindong agreed to come here, tomorrow. According to your previous instructions, I didn't tell Uncle He."

"That's good," Li Man touched the jade bracelet in his hand, and said softly, "This Jiang Xindong is still kind and righteous."

Zong Gu fell silent, Zhan Hei's pupils flickered slightly: "I want to ask more, what is the reason for not telling Uncle He?"

Li Man lowered his eyes, unable to see his expression clearly: "You know that people of our age can't accept everything."

Zong Gu was stunned for a while before realizing that she was referring to homosexuality, and he was surprised: "So you know..."

"I'm ashamed to say that I have never fulfilled my stepmother's responsibility to He Ting." Li Man looked somewhere in the void, recalling something, and the corners of his eyes were moist, "He Ting is a good boy, and I can't let him go when Xing Xing is gone." , so I wish him well."

Zong Gu hesitated and said, "Then tomorrow, where will Uncle He be?"

"You don't have to worry about this," Li Man said, "Tomorrow I will find a way to keep him away for a few hours, and you can communicate with the doctor about the visiting time."

Zong Gu nodded: "OK."

Back at the hotel at night, Zong Ni's phone call came in before Zong Gu had time to lie down.

When the siblings were two children, they always quarreled. When they were [-] or [-] years old, Zonggu got into the voice changer, and he became more mature along the way. He not only took care of others, but also helped his younger sister fight. Since then, Zong Ni gradually started to cling to each other. her brother.

Zong Ni is still in college in the United States, and the siblings haven't seen each other for half a year.

"How is Brother He Ting?" Zong Ni asked, "Are you coming to New York tomorrow?"

"Didn't wake up," Zong Gu said wearily, "Well, tomorrow."

"Then send me the address, and I'll go to the hospital to see brother Ting," Zong Ni said, "Are you going home for dinner tomorrow night? I'll ask auntie to prepare a meal and wait for you."

"You can do it yourself if you have the ability." Zong Gu turned off the light and lay flat on the big bed.

"I feel sorry for your sister," Zong Ni said, "It will be final next week, and now I have lost half a catty of hair."

"Oh." Zong Gu responded perfunctorily.

"Actually, I have something to say." Zong Ni paused and said, "But tell me the truth first, do you have any thoughts about Brother Ziran?"

When he heard this name, Zong Gu's heart suddenly constricted, and he was filled with dense sadness.

Looking at the darkness above his head, he didn't speak for a long time.

"Forget it." Zong Ni intended to hang up the phone.

"Don't play tricks," Zong Gu said coldly, "Say."

"I saw him yesterday," Zong Ni elongated his voice on purpose, "it's near our school."

Zong Gu straightened up suddenly: "Isn't he in the country?"

Fuck, then he has been lonely in the country for half a year.

"I don't know," Zong Ni said, "It's really him, and he smiled at me."

Zong Gu frowned: "What else?"

"It's gone," Zong Ni said calmly, "Passing by."

Zong Gu frowned: "Got it."

After hanging up the phone, he fell asleep with his head covered.

Awakened by the sound of the air conditioner in the middle of the night, he got up and opened the window, and the hot air in May hit his face.

He called the hotel service, ordered a dozen cans of beer, and when he was half drunk and half awake, he turned on the computer and wrote an email.

The recipient is Qin Ziran's work mailbox, and the content is concise and clear:

"He heard that something happened, and I don't know if he can wake up. He will be transferred to the hospital in New York tomorrow."

In fact, he suspects that Qin Ziran has not used this email address for a long time, or has blocked him like deleting other contact information, otherwise why he has sent so many emails without responding.

After posting, he turned off the computer, pretending to be drunk and messing around, without any expectation of receiving a response.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zong Gu was still asleep when the mailbox sounded and he received a reply email.

Qin Ziran asked him: "He heard what happened?"

The author says:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, I wish the mooncakes you eat today are all your favorite flavors!