summer passerby

Jiang Xindong arrived at JFK airport around ten o'clock the next night, and the person who picked him up drove a black SUV.

New York just got hot in May. Jiang Xindong looked out of the car window. There were two graffiti walls on the left and right. Several black women wearing big earrings stood elegantly on the side of the road smoking.

The lights at night are not very bright, and there is a sense of realistic utopia.

This is the city where He Ting stayed for more than four years.

After the breakup, Jiang Xindong only came to New York once, and left after staying for less than two days.

It's not that there are no job opportunities in the past few years, on the contrary, it's just because that person is here that he doesn't want to come.

By the way, remove this city from the world map, and never set foot there unless you have to.

Of course, he never thought that coming to this city again would be because of that person.

The traffic situation in New York was comparable to that of city A. It was still jammed at eleven o'clock in the evening. Jiang Xindong felt tired from the long flight, and fell asleep on the seat without knowing it.

When Zhuang Gaoyang's call came in, the time displayed on his watch was 11:20.

As soon as the call was connected, he asked a series of questions: "Meng Si said you are in the United States? What's going on?"

"Save people," Jiang Xindong frowned deeply, paused for a moment as if he felt that his words were inappropriate, and changed his words, "Meet someone."

"Who are you seeing?" Zhuang Gaoyang hadn't returned from the shock, "Don't you still have a commercial to shoot tomorrow?"

Jiang Xindong said calmly: "The advertisement has been postponed until next week. I will compensate the merchant for the loss, and we will talk about the rest when we go back."

"I'll go," Zhuang Gaoyang said, "see who is so mysterious, and left without a word..."

"It was very sudden," Jiang Xindong unhurriedly pressed down the peaked cap on his head, leaned on the seat and said, "I'll catch up on sleep first, and hang up."

Soon there was only the sound of "beep" in the microphone, Zhuang Gaoyang stared at the phone for a while, and suddenly realized that Jiang Xindong still didn't say who he was going to see.

It was almost twelve o'clock when Jiang Xindong arrived at the hospital, and the empty gray-white corridor looked gloomy and desolate.

He thought that he would meet He Ting's family members, thinking about how strange such a scene was, but luckily he didn't.

There was only one assistant standing at the door, and Zong Gu.

Zonggu wore the simplest shirt and jeans, and sat at the door somewhat dejectedly. When he saw Jiang Xindong, he stood up from his seat.

When two people meet, there is no need to exchange pleasantries, and in such a situation, no one would be in the mood to exchange pleasantries.

"The doctor just went in, wait outside for a while." Zong Gu raised his head, the stubble growing from the corner of his mouth looked a bit unkempt.

When Jiang Xindong heard the sound of the equipment operating in the ICU, his heart beat for no reason.He stared at the eye-catching three letters "ICU" marked in red font on the wall, and the muscles on the brows jumped a few times inadvertently: "Is he awake?"

"No," Zonggu shook his head, sat down and pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I'm quite surprised that you will come."

Jiang Xindong said in his heart that I was surprised that you would call me here, and his lips curled up slightly: "Even a stranger can't just leave him alone."

"That's right," Zong Gu raised his head, rolled over the "stranger" with his mouth, and smiled with a bit of sarcasm, "I thank you for He Ting, thank you for having a heart to save strangers."

This smile and even these words made Jiang Xindong feel uncomfortable. His face sank, and the brows gathered into sharp shapes, like ice that had not melted in winter.

The assistant standing at the door sensed the embarrassing and cold atmosphere between the two, and he came over and handed Jiang Xindong a bottle of water, saying, "You must be tired after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, drink some water."

Jiang Xindong stood still, his eyes fell on the water bottle and he said coldly: "Thank you, but I don't need it."

A few minutes later, the doctor on duty came out of the ICU, instructed the matters that need to be paid attention to when visiting the patient, and left quickly.

Jiang Xindong and Zonggu walked into the ward. In the innermost part of the room, He Ting was lying flat on the hospital bed wearing a ventilator, his body buried in the quilt, only his pale face and two thin arms were exposed.His eyes were always closed, his thin lips were drawn into a very thin line, no trace of blood could be seen, his breathing was so weak that one wondered if it still existed.

Even though Jiang Xindong had imagined it a hundred times in his mind before coming here, it was still not as powerful as the real picture.

He froze by the bed, his palms clenched tightly, and he didn't speak for a long time. Zonggu called him twice before he recovered.

"He Ting's psychiatrist said," Zong Gu looked at him, "you can try to talk to him, like chatting, talk about the past, it's best for both of you to remember deeply."

Jiang Xindong responded lightly, his eyes stayed on He Ting's face for a long time, and never moved away.

Zong Gu didn't speak, closed the door and left silently.

It was late at night, and only the cold sound of the ECG monitor remained in the silent air, depicting He Ting's weakening heartbeat bit by bit rhythmically.

Jiang Xindong stabilized his mood, walked over many medical equipment, walked to He Ting and sat down.

From such a close distance, he could clearly see the chapped corners of He Ting's lips hidden in the ventilator, and several blue blood vessels under the thin skin on the back of his hand.

Much thinner, and fragile as if it would break if touched.

Jiang Xindong raised his hand, and carefully touched He Ting's fingertips.

An extremely cold touch spread from his hands, and at that moment, an unprecedented chill surged through his whole body.

It's too cold.

Not as cold as a temperature that a living being would have.

He recalled the first time he met He Ting, the slightly raised corners of this man's flirtatious lips, very unbeatable but also very energetic, occasionally when he was facing the sun, the corners of his lazy eyes would be tinged with brilliance.

But now, this person was lying on the bed in dead silence, not even blinking.

He would rather He Ting got up from the bed now, and casually said that this was a bad joke played on him.

"He Ting," Jiang Xindong moved his lips, his pupils glowing darkly under the shadowy light, "Get up, get up and answer my question."

"I received the photo you sent me. I thought you had thrown it away long ago. Why did you send it back? When was the word on the back written? Don't be funny. If I were Guang, why would you have a headache at the beginning?" Walk away without looking back?"

"Actually, I thought about it later, people are complicated, and it's normal to empathize and not fall in love. But at least you were very honest in the end, so I didn't hate or care about it."

"It's just that I can't forgive you, because I really liked you before, the love that melted into my bone marrow and blood, I wish I could pick the stars and the moon for you, and give you all the best things with my own hands, but you are cruel enough, Turned around and shot me where I was most vulnerable."

"So I can't forgive."

"It's you, who were so free and easy when we broke up. It's only been a few years, how did you make yourself like this?"

"Didn't you have something to say to me on your birthday last year, now I'll give you a chance, you have a whole night to say it."

……

However, the only answer in the room was the sound of the electrocardiogram machine working. Although He Ting's electrocardiogram was weak, it was very stable and did not respond to any external sounds.

The light in Jiang Xindong's eyes gradually dimmed, and his eyes fell heavily on He Ting's cold face.

An emotion called fear suddenly crawled to the end of his nerves, and he began to feel flustered and frightened, afraid that He Ting's aura would disappear in front of him little by little, but there was nothing he could do.

After a long time, he raised his trembling hand and gently scratched He Ting's forehead, and called He Ting's name.

For some reason, the tip of the nose was acidic at this moment, and the voice was choked with sobs.

There was still no response, Jiang Xindong buried his face in his palms dejectedly.

The dark night is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, silently taking away the temperature in the air, leaving a bone-chilling chill.

When the visiting time prescribed by the doctor came, the assistant knocked on the door, and Jiang Xindong left the ward in a trance.

Zonggu has disappeared, and only the assistant and a row of empty seats are left in the corridor.

The assistant said to Jiang Xindong: "It's getting late, do you think I'll take you back to the hotel now?"

Jiang Xindong was stunned for a while, his lonely figure was shrouded in the dark corridor, and the red blood in his eyes was clearly visible.

He waved his hand: "don't worry about me, let me stay for a while."

The assistant walked away knowingly and interestingly. He couldn't say why, but he felt that the usually bright star looked not only tired, but also a little pitiful.

Jiang Xindong buried his head in the chair closest to the ward and didn't move for a long time.

The clock on the wall had pointed to one o'clock when the phone rang again.

Zhuang Gaoyang called him on the other end of the phone, and Jiang Xindong answered very softly, so lightly that he was not sure if the other party heard it.

Zhuang Gaoyang hesitated and said, "You're not going to see who?"

Jiang Xindong: "Huh?"

"He Ting," Zhuang Gaoyang said, "I just heard that something happened to him."

Jiang Xindong replied sullenly: "Yes."

"You..." Zhuang Gaoyang sighed, "How is he doing now?"

Jiang Xindong pursed his thin lips until they turned white: "In a coma."

"It's serious?" Zhuang Gaoyang asked, "Then when are you going to come back?"

Jiang Xindong: "I don't know."

"This is not your responsibility," Zhuang Gaoyang thought for a while, and said, "You are such a nice person. At the beginning, people kicked you away mercilessly, but now you still... hey, life must go on, friendship Doing your best is enough, can you fly all the way to become a medicine for him to swallow? Let me put it mildly, in fact, you are already over, you don’t need to be like this..."

"Which one doesn't need?" Jiang Xindong smiled self-deprecatingly, "Are you cheap?"

Zhuang Gaoyang faltered, paused for a few seconds and said, "...No."

Jiang Xindong didn't take it seriously: "Whatever you think."

The air stagnated for a few seconds, Zhuang Gaoyang cleared his throat and said: "I know it's not good to say this at this time, but I can't hold back my bad temper. In my eyes, he just doesn't deserve you, and you have nothing He left at that time, but now that you are in the top spot, people who want to date you can fill up three gymnasiums, and there is no guarantee that one day he will be jealous and come back to pester you, who knows?"

Jiang Xindong sneered: "Do you think he can get up and pester me now?"

"No," Zhuang Gaoyang said, "I will say this for the last time from the standpoint of a friend, and I promise that I will never mention it again. Except for He Ting, turn around and look at the others, who is not worth more than him..."

Then there was a busy tone on the phone, and Jiang Xindong hung up the phone.

At this time, at the corner of the deep corridor, Zonggu came out with his hands in his trouser pockets. Jiang Xindong didn't know how long he had been standing there, and whether he heard the call just now.

Zong Gu pressed his tongue hard against his cheeks, and his tone was filled with anger: "Don't worry, He Ting will never pester you."

Jiang Xindong turned to look at him in silence.

"He has depression, but that doesn't mean he's cheap. Now that you're popular, famous and rich, your friends will start to feel that He Ting is not good enough for you," Zong Gu sneered, "But if He Ting wants Fame and fortune have already climbed up along his father's position, really, you can't be ranked."

"I invited you here today on my own initiative. I am very grateful that you can come, because I really can't help it. The only thing he has not let go of in the past few years is you. Even so, he has never bothered you, right?" Zong Gu Staring at him, he said seriously, "If you are afraid that He Ting will have something to do with you when he wakes up, you can leave now. I promise that whether he lives or dies, I will never look for you again."

The wind outside the window poured into the aisle, Jiang Xindong's blood seemed to freeze at that moment, his brain stopped, and he could only hear the whistling wind beside his ears.

After a while, the disordered thoughts calmed down. He stood in the wind and asked in a daze: "What do you mean that the only thing he didn't let go of is me?"