summer passerby

He Ting finally saw his biological mother again.

The person is just like the photo in his drawer, graceful and graceful.

She was wearing a white bifurcated cheongsam, with long hair and delicate and dignified eyes.

She likes to talk about ordinary things, He Ting always listens carefully and occasionally answers a few words.

After watering the plants in the yard this morning, she stood in the morning light and asked He Ting: "There seems to be someone waiting for you over there, why don't you go back?"

"No," He Ting put his hands behind his head and calmly denied, "No one is waiting for me."

In the evening, He Ting went out to meet He Chenxing.

Here, He Chenxing's illness has completely recovered.

During dinner, he asked He Ting: "Do you miss Dad?"

He Ting looked out the window, shook his head, pondered for a while, and said, "Maybe I thought about it for a third of a second."

"But I miss him very much," He Chenxing's eyes sparkled, "and my mother."

"They miss you too." The bone soup in the pot was bubbling, and He Ting filled a bowl for him: "Drink it, it will cool down in a while."

Not long after, a hazy and familiar singing sounded in my ears.

He listened to it too many times, when the first syllable sounded, He Ting immediately recognized which song by Jiang Xindong it was.

He Chenxing seemed to have heard it too, he didn't move the bowl and chopsticks, but looked at He Ting and asked, "Brother Dong called you again, do you want to go back?"

He Ting lowered his eyelids lightly: "That's a dream, it's fake."

In the past few years, he has dreamed countless times that Jiang Xindong returned to him, or sat upright to do the questions, or sang with concentration.

But every time he wakes up, all he faces is an empty house.

How happy you are in your dream, how disappointed you are when you wake up.

He knew very well that it was the same this time, but it was nothing but joy.

Jiang Xindong is the reflection in the water, and he will never be able to catch it again.

The soup in the pot was bubbling and steaming, lingering in the hazy and illusory air, He Chenxing looked up at him cautiously: "But I am your dream."

"Then..." Before He Ting finished speaking, the hot pot table and chairs in front of him, as well as He Chenxing on the opposite side, all disappeared.

Of course he knew this was a dream, but so what, anyway, he didn't want to wake up.

"Eighteen." He murmured dejectedly.

This should be the No.18 time. After Jiang Xindong's voice sounded, his mother and He Chenxing disappeared.

It is said that as long as one thing is repeated 21 times, it will become a habit.

So he sincerely hoped that Jiang Xindong would not appear again.

Today Jiang Xindong's singing is very loud, mixed with many screams, like at a concert.

The song he sang is also very special, it is "Listen", which he hasn't sung in recent years.

At the back of the voice, Jiang Xindong seemed to choke, which had never happened before.

He Ting was a little confused.

As if to test his idea, the song was played several times over and over again. Every time he sang "It doesn't matter, I'll fall if you laugh", Jiang Xindong's ending sound trembled.

The next few sentences trembled even more, as if they were crying.

He Ting thought that he was heartbroken, and he didn't know why he still felt sad when he heard it.

This kind of sadness permeated his whole body finely and densely, piercing his internal organs with pain. It was also at that moment that many memories swept over him, making him dizzy.

He took a long breath with difficulty, and then fell into the vast darkness and chaos.

He woke up again with a pale ceiling above his head.

There seems to be something stuck in the body, and it is difficult to move.

He looked around, there were some unnamed things, and he was on the bed in the middle.

He has seen such an environment in American dramas, it is a hospital ward.

There were suddenly more people around him, and his ears started to become noisy.

After the group of doctors examined him, they left with smiles on their faces.

After working hard with his brain for a few minutes, he remembered the last dive and guessed the general development of the matter.

It looked like he couldn't die.

Then he saw He Wenbin, Li Man, Ye Zhiming, Zong Gu, and his aunt and nephew whom he hadn't seen for several years...

Just without Jiang Xindong.

He was not surprised to think that it was Nan Keyimeng again.

How could Jiang Xindong cry for him now.

On the contrary, He Wenbin was in tears. This was the second time He Ting saw his father cry. The first time was when He Chenxing passed away, and the second time is now.

He suddenly felt a little regretful, and wanted to say something, but he could only make some fragmented voices.

The doctor told him to rest more, and then drove the others out of the ward.

Then he fell asleep again, and when he woke up again, it was already dark.

Li Man brought some liquid food and wanted to feed him.

His head was very heavy, he sat up and swallowed a few mouthfuls, his stomach was full of acid, and he vomited it all out again.

The doctor had no choice but to continue to infuse him with nutrient solution.

When the nausea got better, he found that he could speak long sentences smoothly.

He said he wanted to watch TV, Zong Gu turned it on for him, and it played "Friends".

In fact, he couldn't see it at all, but he was afraid that He Wenbin would ask about the diving day, so he pretended to be busy.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, Li Man took He Wenbin back to the hotel to rest.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the TV.

Ye Zhiming and Zong Gu stayed with him in the hospital.

Zong Gu teased: "It seems that you and He Ting are true love. We have been guarding for so many days, but he hasn't moved at all. You only came the next day, and he woke up."

Ye Zhiming smiled: "When I left last night, he was still lying quietly, probably because the time is up."

"Because I had a dream last night." He Ting looked at the ceiling blankly.

Ye Zhiming asked, "What dream?"

He Ting thought for a long time and said: "An unrealistic dream."

The next morning, the doctor did a routine checkup, pulled out the tube from He Ting's body, and encouraged him to get out of bed and walk around.

He got off the bed, but his limbs were still weak. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of liquid food in the morning and vomited it all up again a few minutes later.

He Wenbin invited a professional nutritionist to prepare food, but it was useless, he still vomited whatever he ate.

At noon, he was infused with nutrient solution and fell asleep. In a daze, there was a pain in his hand.

The hand seemed to be tightly held by something warm and dry, and the bones were pinched so painfully.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and in a trance, he caught a glimpse of the face that had turned so many times in his dream.

With sharp nasal bones and slightly pursed thin lips, no matter how many times he dreams, he can accurately draw the handsome outline of this person.

The other party held his hand nervously, as if he had lost something valuable for a century, and after finding it, he used all his strength to hold it firmly in his palm.

"Hiss..." He Ting's gaze fell on the skin-to-palm position, and he was stunned for a moment and complained, "Hand hurts."

The other party quickly let go of his palm, looking a little at a loss.

He Ting turned around, and the people behind him shouted to him with a choked voice, and they hit his heart accurately.

He closed his eyes again, his chest was already a little sore from being blocked.

Today's dream was so real that he could clearly see Jiang Xindong's trembling skin and moist eyes.

He was almost reluctant to withdraw his hand, delusional to feel the other person's body temperature for a long time.

But he also remembered that during the days when his depression was the worst, he couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Although it has been several years since such a situation has occurred, it is inevitable that the condition will worsen even if the drug is stopped.

So he couldn't help but remind himself again, knowing it was false, why bother to be greedy.

In the afternoon, He Ting woke up from hunger. When he opened his eyes, the man was still guarding the bed and hadn't disappeared.

He was a little dazed, and before he could react, he was already embraced by the other party.

Jiang Xindong buried his face in the crook of his neck, his hot breath touched his skin, and his voice trembled slightly: "You are finally willing to wake up."

This hug was hot and long, and through the fabric of the clothes, they could clearly feel each other's heartbeat and body temperature. The familiar breath that only belonged to Jiang Xindong quickly spread to the nose, which was extremely real.

He Ting lost his focus, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and he almost believed it.

But every time I wake up, I am disappointed, every time, without exception.

After a few seconds, he sighed into the air: "How long will you stay this time before you disappear?"

"Disappear?" Jiang Xindong paused, pondered for a moment, and asked hoarsely, "How did you disappear?"

"I might not be able to tell the difference..." He heard that he stopped halfway, feeling that he didn't need to explain so much to a phantom.

He closed his eyes and waited for a long time. Not only did the other party not disappear, but he gently parted his bangs and gave a gentle kiss.

He opened his eyes in a jerk, his face was hot, his eyelashes blinked in the air full of floating dust, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

"Can't tell what?" Jiang Xindong asked him in a soft voice, very patient.

The next moment, the doctor pushed the door open and said that he would do an examination for He Ting, and Jiang Xindong was called out of the ward.

He Ting looked at the doctor and froze in astonishment. In the past, he only had phantoms when he was alone. Only he and Jiang Xindong existed, and there would never be a third party.

In today's situation, could it be that his condition is more serious than before?

Or... Jiang Xindong is real?

After the doctor left, there was no sign of Jiang Xindong in the room, only Ye Zhiming came in.

He helped He Ting rock the bed and gave him a few sips of water.

There is a black piano bag beside the door wall, which should contain some kind of musical instrument.

When He Ting woke up in the morning, there was no such thing in the room.

He raised his chin and asked in that direction, "What is that?"

Ye Zhiming said, "Guitar."

"Have you learned the guitar?" He Ting asked.

"No," Ye Zhiming shook his head and said to the rattle, "It's Brother Dong's guitar. He heard that you vomit everything you eat, so he just went to cook for you."

"Brother Dong?" He Ting's eyes trembled violently.

"Jiang Xindong," Ye Zhiming said in surprise, "Didn't you meet just now?"

He Ting was stunned, his heart beating completely out of control, and a series of expressions of doubt, surprise, sadness, and helplessness appeared on his face in an instant.

He had mixed feelings and obviously spent a long time digesting this fact.

After a while, he rolled his throat and asked, "Why did he come?"