summer passerby

In the morning, Jiang Xindong finished his breakfast and went to the hospital as usual.

The morning light spilled onto the hospital bed through the gaps in the blue curtains, He Ting's eyelashes were curled, and the tiny fluff on his face was clearly visible.

Jiang Xindong stared at that fair face for a while, for some reason, he felt that He Ting's complexion was slightly rosy today, much better than usual.

It seems that even the weak breath that I can't feel normally has become clear and long today.

Maybe it will be a lucky day. He picked up the guitar and tuned it while asking the person on the bed: "Which song do you want to listen to today?"

There was no response from the ward, and he continued to talk to himself: "Although it is not night? Insomnia universe? The Wilds?"

"Let's just listen to it."

As he spoke, the beautiful melody poured out from the strings, and he began to sing with a magnetic and hazy voice:

i heard your voice

The first time is still fresh in my memory

i look into your eyes

it's always flattering

……

I don't know how long I sang, in the jumping and blurred air, suddenly there was a sudden and weak syllable, which seemed to be there.

Jiang Xindong's brain buzzed for a moment, and he immediately stopped what he was doing, staring intently at the person on the bed.

The person on the hospital bed quickly repeated: "Noisy."

The blood seemed to rush into his throat suddenly, and even his eyes were sour. Jiang Xindong stood up suddenly, and the guitar fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The halo was soft, and the person on the hospital bed seemed to slowly open his eyes and smiled at him.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch something, and the next second, the world was spinning.

He Ting had already changed into the blue and white school uniform from high school, sitting sideways on the roof, with one leg bent and resting on the platform, and the other hanging down casually.He lit a cigarette with ease and held it in his mouth, looked ahead and said nothing.

Jiang Xindong called him, He Ting turned his head and gave him a faint look.

"Hey, come down." Jiang Xindong raised his voice.

With a touch of dark red between his fingertips, He Ting exhaled a smoke ring and said in a calm but indifferent voice: "I waited for you for a long time that day."

"That day?" Jiang Xindong repeated.

"I really waited for a long time. Then it rained and I got wet and cold. The roses I was going to give you were all smashed. You promised me to accompany me to the art exhibition," He Ting said. Eyes drooping in the lingering smoke, eyelids are light, "Why don't you come?"

Jiang Xindong's heart was tight and uncomfortable, and he walked quickly to catch him: "I will definitely accompany you in the future."

"Are you sure?" He Ting frowned casually, with a smile on his lips and determination in his eyes: "But I don't need it anymore."

As soon as the words fell, he jumped off the roof.

Jiang Xindong woke up suddenly from the bed, severe pain spread in his heart, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He was still in shock, so he quickly called the hospital. The doctor said that He Ting's vital signs were stable, but he didn't seem to be waking up.

Last night Jiang Xindong watched the Wensen Art Museum video sent by Meng Si, and slept very late, the ashtray next to the computer was full of cigarette butts.

This morning he was not in good spirits, he stumbled out of bed, washed himself up, and rushed to the hospital.

There was a parade on the street, which was extremely congested. When Jiang Xindong arrived at the hospital, the doctor had already finished the routine examination.

The attending doctor Joe flipped through the case and said to the assistant next to him: "The longer the patient is in a coma, the less likely he will wake up. He has been in a coma for [-] days."

The assistant asked: "Then how likely is he to become a vegetable?"

"Honestly, it's more likely than waking up," the doctor said.

The doctors' conversation was in English, but Jiang Xindong understood.

Hearing these words was bone-chilling, he froze in the corridor, his blood seemed to stagnate, and for a moment he forgot how to move forward.

Li Man asked from the side: "What did they say?

He was silent for a long time before opening his mouth: "He Ting is in good condition."

Guan Rou wakes up in the morning and makes coffee at home. Thinking of the Crush concert next week, she takes out her cell phone and calls Jiang Xindong: "How is your friend? Don't forget the concert in Chengdu next week. I will let Meng Sihe You communicate the details."

Among all the artists under her command, Jiang Xindong is the one who reassures her the most.People are popular but there are not many things. Not only does he have both good looks and strength, but he also works conscientiously and does things impeccably.

Even if Jiang Xindong went to the United States without saying a word these days, she can understand that celebrities are human beings and they need to rest.

But at this moment, the model artist in her eyes was silent on the phone.

"You don't know how? You have to think about this?" Guan Rou held the coffee cup and said in disbelief, "I've pushed all the commercials and interviews these days. But if you don't If you go there, you will release tens of thousands of pigeons, not to mention that the band is not yours alone, you have to consider other people."

Jiang Xindong frowned and thought for a long time before making a difficult decision: "If there is no accident here, I will go."

"Remove the if," Guan Rou said seriously, "You must come back."

The air on the phone was stagnant, and Jiang Xindong pondered for a moment: "I was going to call you today. Except for the signed contract this year, I don't want to take jobs in the second half of the year, so I will take the vacations of the previous years together. "

Guan Rou's eyes darkened, Crush is now in the limelight, and many people outside Jiang Xindong's resources are staring at it, but now it's good, he directly said no.

Her expression was solemn: "Do you know what you are talking about? The resources we are talking about now are at least tens of millions, and there are many who are interested in cooperating..."

"Just half a year," Jiang Xindong interrupted her, "Sister Guan, next year I want to renew my contract with the company."

What he said was calm, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious: If he doesn't follow his wishes now, he won't renew his contract with the company next year.

Guan Rou was silent, she didn't expect Jiang Xindong to use the signing of the contract as a bargaining chip for someone she had never even heard of.

"The company will never let you leave easily next year, and all kinds of lawsuits and disgusting things will come to you." She paused, and said seriously, "You should know better than me that contract renewal is a win-win situation, and your friend What is the relationship with you? Is it worth it for him?"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the light slanted in, and Jiang Xindong's voice became gentle:

"worth."

A few days before Jiang Xindong returned to China for a concert, Ye Zhiming happened to get a visa and fly to New York to see He Ting.

The doctor suggested to mention some past events in front of He Ting, so Ye Zhiming asked around before leaving, found the basketball game video of his class in high school and copied it to the computer.

Naturally, he didn't join the basketball team, but at that time the three of them were still in the same class, and Xu Ming and He Ting were the main players.

It was a game that is still talked about in the high school class group: Xu Ming almost lasted the whole game, making 16 of 10 shots and scoring a game-high 23 points. At the last critical moment, He Ting scored two goals. A three-pointer turned the score around.

Everyone still remembers that game, but it was strange that the two main members did not join the high school class group. One day, the classmates were chatting in the group @叶知明, and asked him about the recent situation of Xu Ming and He Ting.

He could only talk casually and perfunctorily, for example, He Ting has gone abroad and is studying photography.Xu Ming has gone abroad and hasn't been back for a long time. Maybe he came back, but he didn't look for him.

Then the group was quiet for a while, and no one asked this question after that.

In the hospital, Ye Zhiming was sitting in front of He Ting's hospital bed, holding the computer and playing the video of the game.He followed the nurse's instructions, turned the volume up to a position where He Ting could hear it but was not noisy, and he followed through to read it from beginning to end.

At the end of the game, the shouts of the cheerleaders on the basketball court almost overwhelmed the referee's whistle. For as long as 5 minutes, the audience all shouted the names of Xu Ming and He Ting fiercely.

Probably no one knew, but that day he stood in the noisy crowd and watched Xu Ming for a long time.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, so long that the three of them were separated.

It's like a lifetime away.

After the video ended, Ye Zhiming turned off the computer. In the dark and silent night, he suddenly missed Xu Ming very much.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhiming went out to find Chinese food for dinner.

There are many Chinese restaurants in New York, he chose the one closest to the hospital, and the taste was so-so.

Halfway through the meal, I received a message from Jiang Xindong, asking about He Ting's situation.

"Still in a coma," Ye Zhiming glanced at the phone on the phone, thinking that it should be 02:30 in the evening in China, and said, "You haven't slept yet, go to bed early."

Jiang Xindong: "Well, I just finished the concert."

Ye Zhiming returned to the hospital after eating, and the news of Jiang Xindong's concert happened to appear on his mobile phone.

He clicked in and saw a trending search on Weibo: #时间多年江信冬唱听听听##江信冬Concert Emotion#

Many fans on Weibo Square recorded this video and posted it online.

Ye Zhiming clicked and watched a few, and pieced together a relatively complete story line from the scattered videos: This song was not included in the official repertoire, it was the second encore, Jiang Xindong asked the fans what they wanted to hear, the front row A fan yelled at the song.

Then other fans jumped up and called out the name "Listen" rhythmically.

Jiang Xindong picked up the microphone and cleared his throat: "I haven't sung for many years."

Fans thought he was going to refuse again, and made regretful voices.

"Actually, this is also my favorite song," Jiang Xindong hugged the guitar, his eyes turned under the spotlight, his voice was low and hoarse, "It's five years late, and now I give it to everyone, and I give it to him too."

Jiang Xindong's voice is very recognizable. When he sang this song, he was especially gentle and charming. But at the end of the song, his voice was obviously choked up. He couldn't sing the last two lines smoothly, but stood with his hands in front of his eyes and buried his head for a few minutes. Second.

Finally he bowed amidst the screams from the audience, then turned and left.

Ye Zhiming selected a few videos with the least noise among the many videos, and played them next to the pillow where He listened after dinner.

When he left, he helped He Ting cover the quilt carefully, and then chatted with Li Man for a few words.

At midnight, the lights in the ward were dim, and the ECG monitor was steadily recording the regular heartbeat of the patient on the bed. At a certain moment, the almost unchanged curve on the screen suddenly jumped out of a different range than before.

In the darkness, the slender fingers on the hospital bed slightly bent.

The author says:

If there is still a typo today, it must be because I have been working overtime recently.

(The story of Ye Zhiming and Xu Ming may be put on the sidelines.)