summer passerby

He Wenbin firmly believes in his own judgment and decision-making ability. After so many years in the business field, he has experienced small setbacks, but the general direction is absolutely correct, otherwise Yangxin Entertainment would not be able to make it to where it is today.

Just now Li Man said some merciless words, now what echoes in his ears is the phrase "People are like this, do you want to force him to die again?"

He Wenbin rarely doubted himself in his life, but at this moment he really hesitated.

He had quarreled with He Ting for most of his life, and he couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.

Ever since He Ting refused to stay for the New Year, he probably understood that this son had been pushed away by him long ago.

It's just that he never thought that He Ting would choose to leave him in such a cold way, and in the end he was so resolute that he didn't even leave a word.

But is he really wrong?As for hating him so much?

He just wanted He Tinghao in his own way...

The sun faded, dark clouds climbed overhead, the sky cracked, and it was going to rain.

He Wenbin sat on the chair for a long time without moving, his pride and stubbornness over the years were crumbling, like a hole being torn apart in a completely calm lake.

He couldn't tell how long it had been, but he slowly got up from his seat and brought the translator into He Ting's office.

Half an hour later, he walked in front of Jiang Xindong with a gloomy expression: "Let's chat for a while?"

Li Man was stunned for a moment, stood up and grabbed He Wenbin's wrist and said, "Another day, everyone is tired today."

"I'm not tired," Jiang Xindong got up from the seat after tidying up his emotions, raised his head and asked, "Where should we go to chat?"

The two chose the balcony at the exit of the hospital corridor, which is usually the place where patients come out to bask in the sun, but seeing that the wind and rain are coming, there are only the two of them on the balcony now.

He Wenbin is middle-aged and old, but he hasn't put on weight. He wears a simple black shirt, sophisticated and elegant, but his face shows a bit of work and stagnation.

He Ting's thinness probably inherited from him.

He looked gloomy: "do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Jiang Xindong put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Maybe."

"Have you been in contact with He Ting in recent years?" He Wenbin asked.

"No," Jiang Xindong shook his head, "almost none."

He Wenbin glanced at him: "Then why did you come today?"

"Why did you come?" Jiang Xindong gently raised his head, and said honestly after a minute of silence, "Because I can't let go."

Even though so many years have passed, the memory has receded and the feeling is blurred, but this person is still engraved in his bones.

Reason says no to love, but DNA says it can't let go.

After thinking about it, there seems to be no other way.

"I also have a question." Jiang Xindong bent his body slightly, put his hands on the balcony, his eyes fell on the road in the distance, "five years ago, do you know what happened to me and He Ting?"

"I know," He Wenbin said blankly, "And my thoughts are the same as five years ago. I don't agree with you being together."

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky very quickly, and the gloomy air flow came up, making people suffocated and uncomfortable.The edge of Jiang Xindong's lips collapsed quickly, and within a few seconds, he closed his eyes and opened them again, the corners of his eyes were red, and after standing for a long time, he sighed heavily: "I see..."

Since yesterday, he had a vague premonition, but when all the truth was revealed to him, it turned out that the continuous regret and sadness were more violent than imagined.

"Even if you agree, he won't get up from the bed to be with me right away," he smiled bitterly, "so is it important to agree or not?"

He Wenbin didn't answer his words, and said to himself: "He heard that his mother left early. I have been busy with the company and have not taken care of him. He has poor grades since he was a child, has no ambitions, and is not like my son in any way. But I didn't expect that the thing he followed me the most was stubbornness, and in order to fight against me, he was so stubborn that he would die."

I don't know if it was because of the small raindrops that started to fall, Jiang Xindong caught a glimpse of the water on He Wenbin's face.

"Not everyone lives for power and money. What he wants to do is to paint, take pictures, and be with the people he likes, that's all." You're a free fish, but you have to take him to the edge of the cliff and teach him to fly. He's not against you, he's just being himself, always has been."

"Forget it, I can't control him if he wants to fly or swim," He Wenbin coughed, with a bit of despair in his eyes, "I really want you to go, but everyone told me not to. So I'm looking for you now, and I just want to ask how long you plan to stay with him, if he wakes up and gets stimulated..."

Jiang Xindong interrupted him and said persistently: "I will accompany him until he no longer needs me."

He Wenbin stared at him for a few seconds, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain was falling lingeringly. Jiang Xindong felt that there was no need to talk any more, so he turned and left amidst the pattering rain.

Later, Jiang Xindong went to see He Ting's psychiatrist, an Asian female doctor in her early 50s.

She greeted Jiang Xindong enthusiastically: "I heard him mention you many times, and today I finally saw the real person."

For the sake of protecting the patient's privacy, Mia did not reveal too much about He Ting's treatment to Jiang Xindong, but only put forward some scattered suggestions that would help He Ting recover.

When he was about to say goodbye, Jiang Xindong covered his face and said with droopy eyes, "Actually, I'm very scared."

I am afraid that some words can only stop at the lips and teeth, hidden in the years.

Afraid that person would never wake up again.

Fear of never having another chance.

Mia turned to look at him: "Breaking up with you was the most painful thing in his life. He has lived alone for five years with great fear and regret, and he has exhausted all his strength just to live well. If he Really want to go, we should learn to respect his wishes."

Jiang Xindong closed his eyes heavily, a soreness hit his throat, he took a deep breath, his voice was a little hoarse: "How do you respect? If the person you care about the most leaves forever with a misunderstanding, how..."

He stopped in the middle of his words, pondered for a moment, his eyes focused somewhere, and said seriously: "But I won't let him go."

Jazz music was playing slowly in the store, Mia picked up the coffee cup and took a sip: "Then I wish you good luck."

Jiang Xindong put back all his work, and lost nearly one million in a week just for business, not to mention the pressure exerted on him by various aspects.

The phone rings non-stop every day, from the cooperative merchants to the upper management of the company, and then to the team members.

Few people understood why he had to stay in New York for a person who had little contact with him, even disregarding his job.

Among them, Zhuang Gaoyang is the one who hates iron and steel the most. At first he called to persuade him, but he couldn't say anything, and later he didn't bother to ask again.

In the past few days, Zonggu returned to China to deal with business, and He Wenbin also participated in several video conferences from time to time, and the person who stayed in the hospital the longest was actually Jiang Xindong.

Sometimes he would play the movies they watched together, sometimes he would play and sing with a guitar in the ward, and even recorded Er Qi's dog barking and played it occasionally.

Within a few days, rumors and rumors appeared among Jiang Xindong's fans. Some said that he had a conflict with the company and was hidden, and some said that he broke up with Dai Ruochi and healed in the United States.

It wasn't until a few days ago that someone in the overseas fan group posted a picture of Jiang Xindong appearing in an American hospital, and the gossip lessened.But everyone turned around and began to discuss why he frequently appeared in New York hospitals.

[I work in this hospital. I didn’t react when I saw Brother Dong on the first day. I just thought that this man’s figure is too good. Even wearing a mask, he can be seen to be very handsome. He really looks like Dongdong. ah.After a closer look, this is no image, it is him! ! ! 】

【God, I'm so envious of the landlord! !It was because he saved the Milky Way in his previous life that he could have such great luck! ! 】

[Wuwu, my husband is so handsome and stylish even if he casually wears a T-shirt in the hospital~~ Does the host want an autograph for a group photo? 】

[There is no group photo, but I need an autograph. When he signed it for me, he said very gently that he asked me to take care of the boy on the hospital bed. 】

[The original poster, who is Brother Dong taking care of in the hospital? After taking care of him for so long, please don't tell me that I'm your girlfriend...]

[It's not a girlfriend. I said he is a man. Judging by his age, he should be Brother Dong's younger brother or something.It should be a very good relationship, because on the day the patient issued the critical illness notice, I heard from my colleagues that Brother Dong's eyes were red. 】

[The family will definitely be sad, but does he have a younger brother? 】

[I don’t know, I’ve never heard of it. 】

……

A few days after the news was released, Jiang Xindong’s fans began to appear in the hospital. They politely gave a gift and left, and directly blocked the door of the ward, holding Jiang Xindong’s hand and begging to chat.

Jiang Xindong felt irritable because of the illegitimate meal. In order not to affect the doctor's work, he greatly reduced the time to go to the hospital.

Later, he had to hire more security guards, and He Ting changed the ward again, and barely escaped the siege.

But a few days later, He Ting's name was picked up by the paparazzi.

The one with the most attention is a Weibo posted by a gossip Weibo account, with tens of thousands of comments underneath.

At the beginning of the Weibo, it said that Jiang Xindong turned down many jobs in order to take care of people in American hospitals, which caused dissatisfaction among companies and businesses.Then He Ting's name was revealed, guessing his real relationship with Jiang Xindong, and at the end it was written meaningfully: "If you think about it carefully, it's okay to go to the hospital to take care of a friend, but what kind of friend is worthy of Jiang Xindong's carelessness? What about Zhou? And it’s very strange, the name He Ting reminds me of a song that Jiang Xindong hasn’t sung for a long time——“Ting Ting”, I suggest you listen to it if you haven’t heard it before.”

fan:? ? ?

[This horse riding seems to make sense?Listen to this song, and you can tell that it is written for the object just by looking at the lyrics. 】

[No way, no way, you just believe any news that is speculative? 】

【Impossible, Brother Dong will always belong to my sister Chi! 】

The author says:

I want to finish the main text this month, but I won't set a flag for fear of being slapped in the face.