summer passerby

The next morning, the doctor re-diagnosed He Ting's depression and prescribed medicine.

Under He Wenbin's supervision, He Ting frowned, put the medicine in his mouth, and took the opportunity to go to the toilet to spit it out quietly.

Many antidepressants have side effects, which vary from person to person.

He Ting had tried two kinds of medicine before, but the side effect was headache, sometimes it hurt day and night, so painful that he couldn't sleep.

So he physically rejects taking medicine.

At noon, Jiang Xindong still made porridge and brought it over, and fed He Ting to drink half a bowl.

Seeing that He Ting was showing signs of vomiting again, he had no choice but to put down the bowl, gently wiped off the soup remaining at the corner of He Ting's mouth with his fingertips, and asked worriedly, "Apart from porridge, what else do you want to eat?"

He Ting leaned on the back of the bed and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't have anything to eat, but I want to go out for a walk."

Jiang Xindong wrapped him in a coat and took him to the balcony of the hospital.

Just after a heavy rain, the air is moist and fresh.

He Ting stood on the balcony and looked down, dazed for a moment.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Xindong's warm palms covered his shoulders.

He Ting moved slightly, and perfunctoryly said, "I want to smoke."

He would not tell Jiang Xindong, but in the short few seconds just now, he quickly estimated the height of the floor he was on and the difficulty of jumping off.

The final conclusion is that the floor is too short, jumping off may not necessarily kill you, but it will definitely be ugly.

He has repeated this behavior many times in the past few years, especially in the year when he first went abroad.

It seems that there is a ghost downstairs, always trying to pull him down with its teeth and claws.

But he can't dance, because now Jiang Xindong is by his side, he can't bear it.

"Smoking is not allowed in the hospital," Jiang Xindong said.

He Ting pretended to sigh regretfully.

Jiang Xindong rubbed his hair, and said in a gentle and mellow voice: "Wait until you are discharged from the hospital."

After the rain, the sun shines directly through the clouds, dazzlingly bright, He Ting narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you really not busy with work? I always feel that your schedule should be very full."

"No schedule," Jiang Xindong sighed, "Maybe it's not popular anymore."

"..." He Ting didn't believe it at all: "I'm serious."

Jiang Xindong didn't care much: "The work has been postponed."

"But I'm awake now," He heard, "You don't have to be on guard all the time."

"You really want me to go?" Jiang Xindong looked at him with dark eyes, his expression difficult to discern.

He Ting was stunned, his eyelashes moved, and finally told the truth: "I don't really hope."

Jiang Xindong smiled and held his hand: "Then don't worry about it."

In the evening, after He Ting finished his routine examination, Jiang Xindong helped him change his clothes and took him to the hospital parking lot.

"Where are you going?" He Ting asked.

Jiang Xindong: "You will know in a while."

What was parked was a sports car, still in an aggressive purple color, not Jiang Xindong's style.

He Ting opened the car door and sat in, and asked, "Zong Gu's car?"

"Well," Jiang Xindong ignited the engine, "He was very dissatisfied with the fact that you used him as a shield when you broke up with me, so he chose the most difficult one from the garage for us, manual transmission."

When the car started, He Ting lowered his gaze, looking at the constantly receding street scene in the reversing mirror, all kinds of past memories emerged in his mind.

For some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest, pondered for a long time and said, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xindong turned his head and took a deep look at him, his throat moved: "I am sorry for you."

The air became quiet, because this topic was too complicated, the two of them didn't speak any more along the way.

The destination was not far away, and soon after, Jiang Xindong parked the car by the river and rolled down the windows.

Not far away stands the famous Brooklyn Bridge in New York. The bridge is brightly lit and there are some sparse figures.

"Come to see the scenery?" He Ting turned to ask him.

"Bring you here to smoke." As he said, Jiang Xindong took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, held the cigarette butt between the slender fingers of his left hand, and lit it deftly.

"Didn't you stop letting me smoke before?" He Ting joked.

"Now that you are sick, patients always have preferential treatment." Jiang Xindong said.

He Ting reached out to get the cigarettes in Jiang Xindong's pocket, but was bypassed. ?

Don't want to take me to smoke?

The next second, Jiang Xindong sucked in a mouthful, turned around, pinched He Ting's chin with his right hand, pulled him over, and kissed him.

He Ting was startled, and in Jiang Xindong's deep and dark eyes, he caught a glimpse of himself in chaos.The lips were covered, and the slightly cool and moist tip of the tongue was inserted into the mouth, and then the lingering smoke was passed by the other party, and the bitter taste of tobacco filled the base of the tongue, slowly pouring into the nasal cavity.

His heart was beating very fast, he raised his right hand and pressed it on Jiang Xindong's chest, and he seemed to be able to feel the same warm heartbeat of the other party through the fabric.

The back of his head was firmly locked by Jiang Xindong's hot palm, he stepped back a little, but was quickly pushed back.So he closed his eyes, let the smell of smoke dissipate in his mouth, and let the other party's lips and tongue sweep away wantonly.

This kiss went from gentle to intense, and it seemed like a century had passed.

Jiang Xindong finally stopped, the dim light brought some blurred illusion, He Ting opened his eyes, the pupils were wet.

He stared at the flickering orange red on Jiang Xindong's hand, feeling the dizziness in his head hadn't faded away, he gasped and said, "I don't think everything is real."

Jiang Xindong looked at him intently: "Where is it not true?"

"You, me, us," He Ting lowered his head, rubbed his fingertips on Jiang Xindong's palm, and drew a circle lightly, "And after five years of breaking up, we met again, held hands, and kissed."

"Well," Jiang Xindong held He Ting's palm with his backhand, clasping his fingers together, "but it's true."

The cigarette in his hand was more than half burned, Jiang Xindong shook off the burnt ashes, took a last breath, pressed He Ting and kissed him.

On the way back, Jiang Xindong asked He Ting: "Are you still happy smoking?"

He Ting thought about the cigarette he had only taken two puffs of, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Not bad."

"As a reward," Jiang Xindong said, "Can you promise me something?"

"What?" He Ting asked.

Jiang Xindong: "Take your medicine well."

He Ting was taken aback.

At a red light, Jiang Xindong stepped on the brakes and turned to look at him: "I saw the medicine you threw in the toilet trash can this afternoon."

He Ting regretted it: "It should have been flushed down the toilet."

"..." Jiang Xindong looked at him, the helplessness in his eyes was obvious, but his tone was still very gentle, "Why don't you want to take medicine so much?"

"Headache." He Ting frowned, "I always have a headache after eating."

"Then let's change it." Jiang Xindong stretched out his hand to smooth his forehead, "The medicine must be taken."

He Ting was discouraged: "It has already been changed."

"Then change it again." Jiang Xindong felt that he was coaxing a child.

He Ting hesitated.

When the green light came on, Jiang Xindong stepped on the accelerator: "As long as you take your medicine well, I will take you out every day for a haircut."

He Ting thought for a moment, and felt that the deal was not bad, so he nodded in agreement.

The medicine did change, and the side effect changed from headache to lethargy.

He Ting sleeps for more than twelve hours every day, as if he wants to make up for the sleep he lost before.

Eating has gradually returned to normal, although I still vomit occasionally.

A few days later, except for Li Man and Jiang Xindong, everyone else returned to China to get busy with work.

Jiang Xindong did drive him to a place every night, to the pier, to famous attractions, and to his school.

They talked about each other's work and life, but they tacitly avoided talking about their relationship during the blank five years.

He Ting never asked because he didn't know where to start.

New York is their ivory tower, where they are far away from the complex truth of life, Jiang Xindong is holding him, and he is the only one in his eyes.

But he will be discharged from the hospital one day, and Jiang Xindong will return to work sooner or later.

He didn't know what time that day was, and he didn't know whether Jiang Xindong would come back after he went back.

He was very calm, and he didn't think greedily, as long as Jiang Xindong was by his side now, one more day would be considered a profit.

A week later, Jiang Xindong returned to China to prepare for the next concert.

When he left, he repeatedly asked He Ting to take his medicine, and half an hour before the concert started, he was still staring at He Ting in the video to swallow the medicine.

The next day, Crush was interviewed for an online show about music.

The host asked many questions about Crush's new album, and finally returned to Jiang Xindong: "Last time you sang "Listen" at the concert. You haven't sung it for many years. Why are you willing to sing again?"

Jiang Xindong said: "Because fans wanted to hear it that day."

The host changed the way of asking: "You are the lyricist of this song, is it about people in real life?"

Jiang Xindong answered very readily: "Yes."

The host smiled and said, "Looking at the lyrics, it looks like it was written for a lover."

Jiang Xindong slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but did not say a word. Chen Kaiyun answered from the side: "The song "Vivid" is written for the person I love, for my parents."

The host didn't wait for an answer, and asked again: "There are two months until Qixi Festival, if you have a date, what would you consider giving her?"

Everyone answered in turn. When it was Jiang Xindong's turn, he thought seriously for a few seconds: "I will take him to see the art exhibition."

The host had a smile in his eyes: "Good art. Can you briefly talk about what kind of person you would like if you were looking for someone?"

Others talked about it, and it was nothing more than "kindness", "sensibility", "independence" and the like.

Jiang Xindong thought for a while, and said: "The skin is fair, maybe he has a bad temper, and he doesn't like to eat green onions, but he has a lot of love for small animals."

The air at the scene froze for half a second, and the camera captured Yi Fan's pupils constantly widening beside him, even the host was stunned.

What kind of person would you like? Obviously there are people you like, right?

The host wanted to follow along, but was interrupted by Meng Si.

The next day, the interview went viral on the Internet, and Chi Xin CP fans desperately searched for sugar from it.

[Aww, Brother Dong accompanied Chi Mei to the art exhibition, and I'm stunned again! 】

[It's so sweet, so sweet, I said that the two must have a connection in private, and they are just trying to avoid suspicion. 】

[However, anyone who has watched "Shijian" knows that sister Chi eats green onions...]

……

At the same time, a small group of marketing accounts popped up on the Internet, analyzing the interview and the video of Jiang Xindong's gaffe at the concert, and came to the conclusion that the person named He Ting had a lot to do with Jiang Xindong.

Some of Chi Xin's CP fans exploded, some tried to pick up He Ting's black history, and some belittled He Ting's inferiority to Dai Ruochi in every way, and there was a commotion on the Internet.

In the evening, after He Ting finished his routine inspection, he took out his mobile phone and logged on to Weibo, looking for Jiang Xindong's birth picture today.

As soon as I entered Crush's official blog, I saw the interview just reposted, and there were already tens of thousands of comments on Weibo.

He Ting originally opened it to take a look, but he didn't expect to see his own name.

[That He He pheasant photographer is no match for Chimei, don't think that buying a few marketing accounts can tie us to Dongdong's hype. 】

【Is the CP fan rolling?It made the official blog comments all smoky.Besides, he is not a pheasant photographer, he has won many awards. 】

[I checked, I said how talented he is to win the ADN Best Character Photography Award at a young age. It turns out that his father is the boss of Yangxin Entertainment, so it's fine. 】

[I am a student majoring in photography at CAFA. The teacher analyzed this photographer’s works with us during class. If you have really seen his works, you will know that he is quite talented. 】

Some fans directly posted in the comments to congratulate the award-winning works of the previous year.

Someone from the bottom replied: [Who would like this kind of stream-of-consciousness work that is neither white nor black? 】

……

He Ting was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he faced the comments and maliciousness of the people on the Internet, and the noise gradually rose in his brain.

He knew that the Internet was like this, but he still felt bored and suffocated at that moment, and the feeling that life was meaningless suddenly became clear.

See, live to hear such nasty words from those boring mouths.

Pain, life is pain.

He stared at the phone in thought, and was suddenly interrupted by a video invitation that popped up on the screen.

It was a very handsome face.

It was still morning in China, and Jiang Xindong just woke up from bed, still a little sleepy.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

He heard: "Look at the phone."

Jiang Xindong: "What are you looking at? Why do you think you are not very happy?"

"Oh?" He Ting avoided eye contact and pretended to drink water, "Is there any?"

"Yes," Jiang Xindong was sure, "What are you looking at?"

"I saw your interview video on Weibo," He Ting rubbed the back of his head, "I'm not unhappy, maybe I'm sleepy."

Jiang Xindong thought for a moment and said: "Uninstall Weibo first, I will send you what you want to see in the future, and I will download it when your condition improves."

He Ting thought about it and nodded.

Jiang Xindong supervised He Ting to finish taking the medicine, and waited until He Ting fell asleep before hanging up the video.

He Ting woke up in the middle of the night, vacillating on whether to uninstall Weibo or not.

In the end, he decided to listen to Jiang Xindong's words, but the news reminder showed his special concern. Jiang Xindong posted a Weibo half an hour ago.

He decided to take one last look before uninstalling.

Jiang Xindong posted a fashion advertisement in collaboration with a big brand.

In the comments, besides the handsome Yishui, several people mentioned Crush's official blog, saying that Jiang Xindong, who has always been aloof, actually replied to fans.

So He Ting went to the Crush official blog again, and opened the comments under the interview video.

——Who would like this kind of stream-of-consciousness work that is neither white nor black?

——Crush Jiang Xindong: I like it.