summer passerby

Zong Gu looked at him coldly: "literally."

Jiang Xindong froze, and subconsciously denied: "Impossible."

Zonggu walked to the seat and picked up his own mineral water, frowned and took a sip: "Otherwise, why did I ask you to come all the way here, flying is fun?"

"If it wasn't for this kind of thing, I would never have gone to you," he sat back on the chair, wiped off the remaining water stains at the corners of his mouth and said, "You two broke up before He Ting went abroad?"

Jiang Xindong thought for a while and nodded.

Zonggu continued: "After he left the country, his emotions went down to the bottom, but at the time I thought it was no big deal, it was normal to break up with him. I also thought that he was fine, he should play, eat, and be fine. Until later when I was with him I saw some knife marks on his hand, he made it himself, and that's when I realized it wasn't that simple."

Jiang Xindong's dark pupils suddenly shrank, and then complex emotions surged.

"You seem to have grown into a thorn in his place, and you can't get through it. It's ironic. You broke up with him because of your future, right?" Zonggu laughed angrily as he said, "You've lived a few years. He looks like a dog, how about him? I don’t know how many times he wanted to die in those places where no one can see. Up to now, your friend, maybe including you, you still have to speculate about him with the most dirty thoughts .Really, I'm so fucking worthless for him, so worthless..."

The cold night wind blew on Jiang Xindong's skin from all angles, and he shivered. Every word Zonggu said was like a sharp blade, scraping on the tip of his heart, sore and painful.

Various dense voices began to appear in his ears, and thousands of thoughts rolled out violently, like a criminal investigation movie with poor quality and complexity, and he needed to find clues and evidence in it.

His mind was so confused that it was about to explode, and he could hardly hear Zong Gu's words at the end.

Half a minute passed, Jiang Xindong still did not respond, Zong Gu felt that he was playing the piano to a cow, and he would never wake up a person who pretended to be asleep.

He stared at the pale He Ting in the ICU through the glass window, and then at Jiang Xindong, whose expression was difficult to distinguish, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Forget it, you have been here anyway, it is useless. You can go back to China tomorrow." , I won't look for you again."

Jiang Xindong, however, seemed to have not heard it, standing for a long time, his eyes fixed on a certain void, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After almost 5 minutes, he raised his trembling voice and asked, "Why is he depressed? Did you not get together later?"

"??" This time it was Zong Gu's turn to be stunned, he was dumbfounded: "Why should I be with him?"

Jiang Xindong turned his head to look at him, and said word by word: "It was he who wanted to break up with me at the beginning, saying that he liked you."

"What the hell?" Zong Gu's face was full of disbelief, "He told you that at the time?"

Jiang Xindong nodded.

"Fuck, what kind of stupid reason is this?!" Zong Gu threw away the mineral water bottle in his hand, angry and speechless, "Please don't get me involved in the two of you."

Half of the blood on Jiang Xindong's face faded, he narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously: "Then you two..."

"Fuck," Zong Gu was about to go crazy, "We're just friends!! We've always been friends!!!"

In an instant, Jiang Xindong felt that a certain bomb buried in his subconscious was detonated, and something collapsed along with it, and was blown to pieces.

There was only a buzzing sound in his ears, and he had to close his eyes for a while.

Many scattered plots flashed before his eyes violently, and he suddenly figured out an unprecedented fear from the past.

It was about the reason why He Ting broke up with him, it was a possibility that he had a premonition but never dared to think about.

He really didn't dare to think about it, if that possibility was true, then how did He Ting get here all these years.

A few minutes later, Zonggu received a text message from Li Man, saying that He Wenbin's people would come to change shifts later and asked Jiang Xindong to leave early.

It's past the time for visiting the ward, no one can go in tonight, and it's useless to stay there.Zonggu stood up from his chair and said to Jiang Xindong, "I'll show you something."

This time Zonggu didn't ask the driver to deliver him, and got into the driver's seat by himself.

Jiang Xindong was very silent on the way, Zonggu saw that he looked irritated, so he didn't say any more.

The car was driving on the criss-cross streets of Manhattan, and stopped and walked when encountering many red lights.

When he was about to reach the destination, Jiang Xindong suddenly asked him in a hoarse voice: "How has He Ting spent the past few years?"

"How did you live?" Zong Gu sneered, "Take medicine while attending class, and see a psychiatrist while drawing a knife on yourself, just live like that."

Jiang Xindong's pupils were too dark to see the light: "Is no one taking care of him?"

"There's someone else," Zong Gu sneered sarcastically, "he hasn't talked to you since he broke up with you. There are quite a few people chasing him, both men and women, but he doesn't even look at him. I understand it," he paused, then sighed, "because he never let you go."

The car was driving in the flickering lights of the city, Jiang Xindong closed his eyes heavily.In an instant, the blood seemed to be drained. After breaking up for so many years, the long-lost severe pain spread all over his body again, like being run over by a tire, piercing into his flesh and bone marrow inch by inch.

The clues hidden in Yu Nian's romance finally revealed in the torrent, but he never thought that what was buried underneath would be such an absurd truth.

The past few years were like a dream, he tried his best to go up, tried his best to escape everything related to He Ting, thinking that he was finally going to break free, but when he turned around unexpectedly, he found that there was someone there, He Ting had already is gone.

When he was flourishing, He Ting fell into the vast and dark abyss alone.

The place Zonggu took Jiang Xindong to was his home, the center of Manhattan, where you could have a panoramic view of most of Central Park as soon as you open the window.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, when the aunt opened the door, she whispered that Zong Ni was upstairs and should have fallen asleep.

Zonggu took Jiang Xindong into the storage room on the first floor.

The room was not too big. There were two cabinets by the window. On the wooden floor to the right of the cabinets was a rectangular object covered by a white canvas with a lot of dust on it.

"These were left by He Ting at my house before returning to China last year." Zonggu walked over and opened the canvas, revealing a row of paintings in wooden frames, of different sizes, including watercolors and sketches. The only thing in common is that the paintings inside are all It's the same person.

"This is his most precious thing in recent years." Zong Gu patted the ashes on his hands, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and held it between two fingers, "I counted it, and there are 39 pictures in total. He painted ten paintings a year on average until his senior year, and the completion time was written on each painting, and he didn't stop even when his depression was the worst."

"I hope he can wake up, but just in case," Zonggu lit a cigarette, turned his head to look at Jiang Xindong, and said hoarsely, "I mean in case, if he really can't wake up again, I think His sincerity over the past few years should be seen."

In four years, 39 paintings, all of which are Jiang Xindong.

Some dust particles on the canvas were still floating in the air. Standing in the shadow, Jiang Xindong felt his throat was choked and his eyes were sore.

He wanted to go forward to see those paintings more clearly, but his eyes were suddenly blurred and he couldn't see anything.

In a trance, he raised his hand to wipe his face, and found that the gap between his fingers was full of water.

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