summer passerby

"You were in a coma for the first few days after the accident. The doctor said that we should try both medical treatment and emotional awakening. Then we found your psychologist in the United States," Ye Zhiming said, "She suggested that we go to Brother Dong. "

He Ting lowered his head and listened without saying a word.

Ye Zhiming continued: "I called Brother Dong and asked him if he could come to the United States to see you and cooperate with the doctor for some treatment. He agreed very happily and flew over the next day."

He Ting was not too surprised: "He is such a person."

He has a high sense of morality and is more soft-hearted than indifferent.

In addition, the two of them actually have no deep hatred, so Jiang Xindong will not refuse to save him.

"Brother Dong has pushed a lot of work during this period, and he will come to the hospital to see you every day," Ye Zhiming said, "But when you woke up, he happened to have a concert in China, so he had to go back."

"Every day?" He Ting suddenly raised his head and frowned, "Then my dad also knows?"

"Well," Ye Zhiming noticed that his expression was tense, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

He Ting frowned: "My dad, did you say anything?"

"I don't know about that," Ye Zhiming said, "I just came here two days ago."

After listening to the explanation, He Ting guessed Jiang Xindong's mental journey when he came to visit him.

Probably still can't bear it.

The relationship is over, but human lives must be saved.

What's more, after being named by He Ting's psychiatrist, Jiang Xindong's character is impossible to stand on the sidelines.

But He Ting didn't want to kidnap him with this.

When he went abroad last year, he had completely figured it out. The right time, the right place, and the right people are all indispensable for love. If you miss it, you will miss it.

When Jiang Xindong likes him, he doesn't say anything, when he can say, Jiang Xindong already has a new life.

After all, the two of them never had the luck to be together in this life.

But that kiss on the forehead just now...

He Ting wondered with a headache whether that would be one of the treatment methods proposed by the doctor.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xindong came in with a bowl of porridge.

"Are you hungry?" He looked at He Ting, "Auntie said that you would vomit no matter what you eat when you wake up, but you always have to eat."

"Brother Dong just went back to the hotel to make porridge." Ye Zhiming echoed.

"Yeah." He Ting shook the back of the bed and reached out to pick up the bowl, "Thank you."

Jiang Xindong didn't hand him the bowl, but sat down beside the hospital bed naturally, took a spoonful of it, put it near his mouth and blew it, and then fed it to his mouth.

He Ting didn't open his mouth, and didn't open it, he was stunned, and finally swallowed.

Very light millet vegetable porridge, green vegetables are sliced ​​into fine pieces, finely dissolved in the porridge.

He is no stranger to this taste, when Jiang Xindong used to boil it for him when he was sick.

Years later, it still tastes the same.

The porridge slid into the stomach, and the warmth diffused, and the body felt much more comfortable.He lowered his head, and for some reason, his eye sockets felt a little hot.

A strand of hair slipped to He Ting's mouth, and Jiang Xindong raised his slender and clean index finger to pull it behind his ear, his eyes were gentle and focused: "The hair is a bit long."

He Ting was dazed for a moment, the cicadas outside the window kept screaming, and the leaves turned green, as if Jiang Xindong had to go to school to prepare for the competition in the afternoon, and he had to go back to No. [-] Middle School for classes the next day.

It's as if they've never been apart.

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous, and Ye Zhiming chose to leave knowingly: "Well, I'll go out for a while."

He Ting came back to his senses, and asked Jiang Xindong before feeding the next mouthful of porridge: "Did you fly over from China this morning?"

Jiang Xindong nodded.

"I heard that you often came to see me while I was in a coma," He heard. "You must be very busy at work, right?"

"It's okay." Jiang Xindong scooped up another spoonful of porridge and fed it to his mouth.

He Ting turned his head and reached for the spoon: "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Xindong's hands froze and looked at him with a frown: "What do you want to say?"

"Actually..." He Ting looked at him, "You don't need to do this."

Jiang Xindong put the bowl back on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly: "What kind?"

He Ting lowered his gaze: "You don't have to pity me."

Jiang Xindong stared at him for a while, his expression dimmed: "Then can you pity me?"

He Ting had a puzzled expression, not understanding.

"You left without saying a word," Jiang Xindong looked at him firmly, "It wasn't without saying a word, you made up a bad reason, didn't tell me the truth, and unilaterally announced that our relationship had come to an end. And I'm like an idiot who doesn't know the real reason why I was broken up."

He Ting was stunned for a few seconds, and said in disbelief, "You know everything?"

"I don't know how much I know, and how much you have kept from me," Jiang Xindong said dejectedly and distressedly, "You man, how can you be so cruel to yourself? Look, you made yourself into this It looks like he almost lost his life."

After speaking, he raised his hand and flicked He Ting's forehead as a sign of punishment.

He Ting didn't hide, the skin on his forehead didn't even show signs of turning red, the force was really light.

It has been like this for many years, Jiang Xindong will never be able to really blame He Ting for anything.

He stretched out his hand to hold He Ting's wrist, clenched it tightly, his tone seemed to be questioning, but more helpless: "Why didn't you come to me when you were suffering from depression?"

From such a close distance, He Ting could clearly see the redness of Jiang Xindong's eyes.

He Ting's mind was twitching, and his nose was sour: "It's not like I haven't looked for it before."

It's just that He Wenbin discovered it later, and your career was on the rise at that time.

"If you hadn't had an accident this time, they would have contacted me. Are you going to hold back those things for the rest of your life and then take them to the grave?" Jiang Xindong leaned over and grabbed He Ting's chin with one hand, using a little force this time , The fair skin soon turned red.

He Ting remained silent, his pupils were quickly covered with water vapor.

Jiang Xindong froze, feeling a constant stabbing pain from the tip of his heart.A few seconds later, he let go of his hand as if surrendering, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I won't ask any more."

He hugged her in his arms and comforted him gently: "Eat first, then sleep, don't think about anything today."

He Wenbin had something to do in the afternoon, and at night when he went to the ward, he saw that He Ting was still in good spirits, half lying down watching TV, while Jiang Xindong was sitting on a chair, but his upper body was lying on the bedside, sleeping in the dark.

Just sleep, the key is that he pressed one hand under the corner of the quilt, vaguely as if he was holding He Ting's left hand.

It's simply a cold and immoral, how decent it is!

He Wenbin's face sank immediately, he coughed twice, seeing that He Ting didn't respond, he raised his voice and said, "Let him go back to sleep!"

He Ting frowned, stretched out his right index finger and let out a "shh", his eyes fell on Jiang Xindong's cheek: "I gave in, but he won't return."

The light in the ward has been adjusted to the weakest level by He Ting. Under the dim light, Jiang Xindong's deep dark circles can still be seen.

There was a breeze blowing in from outside the window, and he gently brushed the hair on Jiang Xindong's forehead, still feeling that such a scene was illusory and unreal.

If this is another dream, then he is willing to give everything in exchange for a long sleep.

He Wenbin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but He Ting interrupted him: "Before he came, he only slept for ten hours in three days."

This time Jiang Xindong went back, in addition to the concert, Guan Rou also arranged two commercials and an interview for him, and he was busy day and night.

Originally, he wanted to get some sleep before returning to New York, but after filming the commercial, he received news that He Ting had woken up, so he immediately changed his ticket and flew here.

The direct flight tickets were sold out, so he went to the UAE to change planes and flew for a full nineteen hours.

Jiang Xindong didn't mention these things, it was Zhuang Gaoyang who called and was heard by He Ting.

He Wenbin's face was ashen, and he turned his face away to ask Li Man: "Has the nutritionist prepared the meal?"

"I've eaten." He heard.

"Jiang Xindong made it." Li Man added slowly.

He Wenbin snorted disdainfully.

Seeing this, Li Man made another stab: "He Ting didn't vomit this time."