summer passerby

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky dawned.

Jiang Xindong lay on the hotel bed with his eyes open, his eyes bloodshot.

After more than ten minutes, the sun came out completely. He took out his mobile phone and called Meng Si.

In the microphone, his voice was low and hoarse, and he said with a not too strong nasal voice: "Meng Si, can you help me check a surveillance camera? It may be a bit long."

Meng Si was stunned, Jiang Xindong rarely called her by her full name, and every time she sent out work tasks, she used straightforward statements.

Now this kind of kind interrogative sentence is a bit out of harmony, it doesn't seem to be working, it's more like begging her to do an important thing.

"What monitoring?" Meng Si cared. "Brother Dong, do you have a cold? The voice sounds a little rusty."

"No," Jiang Xindong said sullenly, "I want to check the surveillance at the entrance of the Wensen Art Museum and nearby on July 7 last year, from morning to night. If the surveillance video has been covered, please ask a technician to restore it. I will transfer all the money to you."

July 7 last year was the last day of Chagall's art exhibition in City B, which was also He Ting's birthday. On that day, He Ting made an appointment with Jiang Xindong to meet at the gate of Vincennes Art Museum.

Naturally, he didn't wait, and when he mentioned it later, He Ting just pretended to be flat and said that he waited casually at the door for a while that day.

It seems useless for Jiang Xindong to calculate so many math problems in his life, anyway, he can't figure out He Ting's true thoughts anyway.

He Ting had hidden himself in the mask for many years, but he only found out about it yesterday.

It's a pity that he finally touched He Ting's mask when many things were doomed to be irreparable, and he suddenly wanted to see how long the "for a while" was, and how "casual" it was to wait casually.

"Okay," Meng Si was a little confused, "but what are you checking this for? Did you lose something?"

And it's still a video from last year. Even if I found the video, I'm afraid it would have changed hands several times.

Jiang Xindong on the other end of the phone froze for a while, and said in a frustrated tone: "It's lost, I lost him."

Meng Si didn't understand: "Ah?"

Jiang Xindong pondered, "Actually, I'm looking for someone."

"Looking for someone?" Meng Si was still puzzled.

"You've seen it too. A photographer..." Jiang Xindong hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "He Ting."

"Oh! I remember him, you mean you want me to check his video?" Meng Si suddenly realized, although surprised, but inexplicably felt that this matter was subtle and reasonable.

Jiang Xindong: "Yes."

"Okay," Meng Siying hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat and said, "Brother Dong...can I ask why?"

The light outside the window slanted in, and the summer solstice was coming again.

Jiang Xindong narrowed his moist eyes and said, "Because he is very important."

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zong Gu came to pick up Jiang Xindong to the hospital on time.

Zong Gu didn't seem to be in a very good mood today, he was making some phone calls all the way, but no one answered, but he persevered.

Last night, Jiang Xindong had been contacting domestic hospitals to inquire about the same case as He Ting, and almost had no sleep all night.

He leaned on the car seat and fell asleep, when he suddenly heard Zong Gu who had been silent all the way: "When will you go to the hospital to see He Ting?"

He turned his head and was puzzled for a few seconds before realizing that Zong Gu was talking to the person on the phone, so he closed his eyes.

"He, he choked on water while diving and suffered severe hypoxic brain damage. He may wake up today, or next year. No one can tell."

"I don't know, maybe it's a relief for him."

"Why? Because he has long felt that life is boring."

……

At the red light, Zong Gu stepped on the brakes, and habitually glanced to the right when he stopped, and found that Jiang Xindong, who was still sleeping just now, had woken up, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were red.

He felt that he might have said something wrong, so he changed his tone after a pause: "But the doctor said there is still hope..."

hospital.

Several tubes were inserted into He Ting's body, and the doctor fed him from the stomach tube to keep him alive. Many vegetative people survived like this.

In the ward, Jiang Xindong stretched his hands under the quilt to hold He Ting's hand.

Those hands were as cold as if they had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and he wanted to cover the heat.

At least it must have some body temperature that a normal person should have.

He had been chatting unilaterally for a long time, talking about sore throat and hoarse voice, but the person on the bed didn't respond.

The dark blue curtains were half drawn, and the morning sun shone on He Ting's pale face, finally giving this cold body a tinge of warmth.

Jiang Xindong stopped talking, and stared at the eyebrows and eyes of the person on the hospital bed without blinking, and suddenly recalled some vivid pictures.

The 17-year-old He Ting, showing his small canine teeth, lay on the sofa with a faint smile and said, "Happy birthday to me."

Clean and pure.

He Ting, said the most heart-wrenching words in a ruthless manner: "I'm sorry, I fell in love with someone else."

Indifferent and unfeeling.

22-year-old He Ting said nervously and piously on the phone: "I'll wait for you."

Serious and persistent.

Many scenes whizzed by in my mind, joy, sorrow, heartbeat, and the end, it seemed that it was not too long ago.In the blink of an eye, they have been tossed and turned for five years. These missed days and nights constitute their current relationship, which is as fragile as a layer of white paper and cannot withstand any extra pulls.

He was suddenly sad, he once said that he would accompany He Ting through every spring, summer, autumn and winter.

However, promises when young are always cheap and changeable. After six years of acquaintance, he has not been able to spend a good birthday with He Ting from the beginning to the end.

Not long after, the nurse called him out and stuck some electrodes on He Ting's body.

The doctor said that this is electrostimulation therapy, which is used for many comatose patients in intensive care.

Soon the curtain at the see-through glass in the ICU was drawn, and Jiang Xindong couldn't see anything, so he could only wait outside.

A few minutes later, the nurse inside opened the door and shouted anxiously, and then several doctors and nurses rushed into He Ting's ward.

The expression on the doctor's face was stern and serious, and Jiang Xindong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Seeing this, Zong Gu immediately called Li Man, and as expected, the hospital issued a notice of He Ting's critical illness 10 minutes later.

At that moment Jiang Xindong was stunned, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and his thin lips turned white.

"The second time." Zong Gu said.

Jiang Xindong was stunned.

"This is the second time the hospital has issued a notice of his critical illness," Zong Gu lowered his eyes and sighed, "I don't know yet..."

It only took a moment for the turbulent sourness to rush to his chest. Jiang Xindong covered his face with his trembling hands, unable to say a word.

The accident came too suddenly, and before Zong Gu had time to take Jiang Xindong away, He Wenbin and Li Man hurried over.

Zong Gu didn't know the reason, but he could vaguely infer one or two from Li Man's embarrassing face.

It's just that He Ting's life and death are unknown at this time, and He Wenbin doesn't have the heart to take care of others at all.

He only lost one son half a year ago, and now the other son's life is in jeopardy. This life can be regarded as a happy life, but he doesn't want to have a big fall in his later years. Diminished rapidly.

Who would have expected that the big boss who used to plan the strategy now has gray hair and stands in the hospital corridor wiping tears after signing the critical illness notice.

The doctors in the ward raced against time to rescue them, but the four people outside the ward fell into dead silence, separated by a door, as if separating two worlds.

Time passed by little by little, and the people inside the door seemed unaware, but every second seemed like a lingering delay to the people outside the door.

I don't know how long it took, the door of the ICU opened, and the doctor came out and gestured "OK".

A big stone in Jiang Xindong's heart fell to the ground with a bang, feeling like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

After confirming that He Ting was in a stable condition, He Wenbin finally distracted himself and looked at Jiang Xindong who was sitting in the corner.

He stared at the position at the other end, turned his head and mocked Li Man and snorted coldly: "This is why you insisted on asking me to have a meeting in the morning?"

Li Man pulled him to the corner of the corridor, raised his eyelids unhurriedly: "I invited him here, please be polite."

He Wenbin sneered, "Don't do unnecessary things."

"Excessive?" Li Man chuckled, "This is the result of joint discussions between your son's attending doctor and a psychiatrist. I just love your son more than you do."

He Wenbin quickly commented: "The benevolence of a woman."

"He Wenbin," Li Man suppressed the smile on his face, "that night when we were in Mexico, you asked Zonggu and I what the coach that Ji He heard was talking about, and we did talk about something. I didn't tell you at the time Because I'm afraid you won't be able to take it, but now it seems that you need to be more sober." She frowned and said word by word, "Do you know that He Ting didn't just have an accident this time, he didn't want to live anymore?"

He Wenbin froze suddenly, as if being shocked by an electric shock, all the blood on his face faded.

Li Man's eyes fell on the end of the corridor, and he let out a long sigh: "Have you ever thought that maybe we were the ones who were wrong a few years ago?"