summer passerby

Sitting by the hotel swimming pool, Chen Kaiyun saw Jiang Xindong's last interview and comments on Weibo, and turned to look at Yi Fan: "Brother Dong's answer is short of the words "I have someone I like". It was shot on the screen, coupled with your expression of shocking pupils, no wonder the love-hate relationship between him and that photographer is being circulated online."

"Well," Yi Fan said, "A few days ago, those marketing accounts were still spreading the love and hatred between you and Zhou Shuyu."

Zhou Shuyu is the host of Chen Kaiyun's long-term variety show, and because he often takes care of him, there have been scandals.

"That's different. Sister Yu and I are innocent," Chen Kaiyun raised his eyebrows, "But brother Dong not only has a horoscope, but I think the one next to him is almost finished. Also, listen to the video of him and the photographer the day before yesterday." Is it there? Well, at that time, I felt like I was stuffed with ten catties of dog food."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Xindong and Zhuang Gaoyang came over with a towel and asked, "What dog food?"

"Your." Chen Kaiyun got up from the beach chair, picked up a glass of champagne and handed it over, "Brother Dong, we have been brothers for so many years, is it better to know some things in advance than the marketing account? And your interview a few days ago , that Weibo reply..."

Jiang Xindong glanced at him: "Get to the point."

Chen Kaiyun smiled: "I want to hear the story between you and He Ting...."

Jiang Xindong took the wine and pondered for a few seconds: "I will find an opportunity to tell you slowly in the future."

Zhuang Gaoyang shook his head beside him and sighed: "In a word, your brother Dong has been bewitched."

"Things are not what you think," Jiang Xindong said with a serious expression, "I misunderstood him before."

Zhuang Gaoyang was unmoved: "You can do whatever you want, it's your own business anyway."

"And what happened before?!" Chen Kaiyun, like the soul of gossip, grabbed Jiang Xindong excitedly, "Then what is the relationship between you two now?"

Jiang Xindong shook the wine glass in his hand, remembering that he and He Ting didn't seem to have a formal relationship, so he paused and said, "I'm the one chasing him now."

Chen Kaiyun's mouth opened into an "O" shape in surprise, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Zhuang Gaoyang whispered three words to him with his mouth:

"He's crazy."

The day before Jiang Xindong returned to New York, he went home and took a few videos of Erqi and Hudou and sent them to He Ting.

It was cloudy and rainy, and when Meng Banmei heard that Jiang Xindong was leaving again, she immediately lowered her face: "Isn't he already awake? Why do you still want to go to New York?"

Jiang Xindong teased the dog with a toy and said, "Go and see."

Meng Banmei stopped what she was doing, and frowned deeply: "It was time to save people's lives before, but now that people are awake, you fly around like this all day long, so you don't need work?"

Jiang Xindong stood up: "After pushing some work, I just happened to take a break."

It just so happened that my aunt asked for leave today, and Meng Banmei personally cooked a few dishes, but she was always reticent during the process from serving to serving, and the pots and pans were also scribbled and messy. Jiang Xindong clearly noticed that she was not in a good mood.

There was a boring variety show on TV, the two ate in silence for a while, Jiang Xindong brought her some food: "The fish is very delicious today."

Meng Banmei tightly clenched the chopsticks in her hand, with a serious expression: "Don't go to New York."

Jiang Xindong paused: "Why?"

Meng Banmei said coldly: "I don't want you to go."

The TV screen was on and off, and the light shrouded Jiang Xindong's indifferent silhouette. He lowered his head and looked unclear.

Meng Banmei put some vegetables in Jiang Xindong's bowl, and said in a low voice, "Work is the main thing."

After a while, Jiang Xindong put the chopsticks on the table, with a bit of coldness in the corners of his brows and eyes: "Do you know about me and him?"

Meng Banmei lowered her gaze, staring at the food on the table, without speaking.

Jiang Xindong stared at her fixedly, his jaw was tight: "When did you know?"

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the rain began to patter.Meng Banmei sighed: "It's been a long time."

Jiang Xindong's expression froze a little bit, and the shadowy lights in the room came down, reflecting all the pain in his eyes: "You all know, and then forced him to break up with me, right?"

"We are also doing it for your own good." Meng Banmei's eyes were red with tears, and her emotions became agitated. "This society will not accept two men in love, let alone your job is to face the public. Once discovered, you will face overwhelming accusations and malice..."

Jiang Xindong rubbed between his brows with difficulty, his hands trembling: "Do you know how he has lived these past few years? He suffered from severe depression. This hospitalization is not an accident, but that he doesn't want to live anymore..."

"I... never thought he would be like this." Meng Banmei was surprised.

Jiang Xindong looked at her coldly: "You keep saying that it's for our own good, but the result is to drive his life to pieces?"

Meng Banmei burst into tears. Jiang Xindong has always been filial and polite. He never let her worry about it since she was a child. She excels in both studies and careers, and always attracts the envy of others.

She also felt that she might have cultivated the blessings of several lifetimes in exchange for such a sensible and capable son, but she never thought that today he would treat her coldly for an outsider.

"I never thought of forcing him. He didn't want to tell you the truth at the beginning," Meng Banmei sobbed vaguely, "He also knew that you shouldn't be together. What kind of obsession are you having now?"

"I've been possessed for a long time." Jiang Xindong felt a burst of sourness and anger. He stood up from the dining table, wanting to quickly leave this place full of loyalty and filial piety.

"Jiang Xindong," Meng Banmei called out to him, her whole body tensed up, "You're broken with him."

"It can't be broken," Jiang Xindong fixed his body and looked at her, shaking his head solemnly and firmly, "I can't break it in this life."

After speaking, he closed the door and left.

It was raining heavily. Jiang Xindong put on a mask and a black sweater hat, and walked for a while in the rain. His clothes got wet, and then the wind blew in, and his hair was also wet.

When the rain stopped, he called Meng Si to take care of Meng Banmei at home.Then he drove to the top floor of the company to have a breeze. There were no people there, and he could see the scenery of the whole city.

Almost an hour later, He Ting sent a text message: "Why is Erqi getting fat again?"

Jiang Xindong immediately made a video call.

He Ting just woke up, rubbing his eyes in the video, a little hair on the right side of his head is still up, like a silly kitten.

Weirdly cute.

Jiang Xindong suddenly felt better.

"Why is your hair wet?" He Ting asked with wide eyes on the screen.

"Oh," Jiang Xindong wiped his bangs back, exposing his smooth forehead, "It just rained."

"The voice isn't right either," He Ting noticed, "You're in a bad mood?"

Jiang Xindong: "A little bit."

"What's wrong?" He Ting asked.

Jiang Xindong narrowed his eyes slightly: "My mother said she already knew about our affairs?"

"Oh," He Ting suddenly realized, nodded, "Yes."

"It's your size," Jiang Xindong's eyes were ignited, and his tone was stiffer than usual, "You don't tell me anything, and you do it alone, do you think it's manly?"

He Ting's face remained unchanged: "That's right."

Jiang Xindong was angry and distressed: "Wait for me to go back and deal with you."

"No," He Ting took a sip of water, "Why don't I sing to make you happy?"

He Ting's skill points are all in art photography, and he really has no talent in singing. He went to Qili Baxiang without singing a few tunes. He laughed at Jiang Xindong, and couldn't help but interrupt: "At least it's me Can I have a few lines of the song I wrote for you that are in tune?"

"You just found out today that I'm singing out of tune?"

"But this one is different..."

Then it became Jiang Xindong's video teaching class. He taught each sentence, and He Ting followed each sentence. After half an hour of teaching, the effect was not very good. He Ting was also tired. He leaned on the bed and began to order songs. head.

The two chatted aimlessly for nearly two hours. He Ting really didn't want to hang up the phone, but in a few minutes it was time for him to have a checkup and eat.

He suspected that the time with Jiang Xindong had been tampered with, like the fast forward button was pressed in a movie, it always passed quickly.

Often two hours feel like two 10 minutes.

Before hanging up, Jiang Xindong asked him suddenly: "What are your plans after you leave the hospital?"

He Ting thought carefully, according to his current condition, he would not be able to continue working in a short time.But where to stay and what to do, he really didn't think about it.

Jiang Xindong asked again: "Do you want to go back to China and live with me?"

He Ting was a little surprised, and said in a daze for a moment, "No."

Jiang Xindong didn't say anything, nodded and hung up the phone.

He Ting was doing the examination, and the disappointed expression on Jiang Xindong's face when he hung up the phone kept appearing in front of his eyes, with a faint pain in his chest.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to Jiang Xindong's place, but he can't.

A few days ago, he went to a sharing meeting with a patient with depression. The patient who shared used the word "great" to describe his partner.

Because major depressive disorder is really a very bad disease, patients are emotionally unstable, capricious, and sometimes even behave in ways that hurt others.

He Ting is willing to mobilize all positive emotions in front of Jiang Xindong, but he can't guarantee that he will always be positive and normal.

As the patient's partner, you need unconditional tolerance, unlimited compromise, and acceptance of all the negative emotions and hysteria of the patient.

Jiang Xindong's work is very busy and tiring, and He Ting doesn't want to drag him into his own dark space where bacteria grow.

If Jiang Xindong is willing, they can just keep a distance and talk about love. If one day Jiang Xindong gets tired and wants to leave, there is no need for too many scruples.

He Ting didn't want to be anyone's burden.

He has thought about the matter very clearly, but he still feels uncomfortable when eating and has no appetite.

In fact, it is very difficult to refuse Jiang Xindong's invitation, and there may be no chance in the future.

But he has no plans to change his mind.

It was already noon when we returned to the ward, and the sun was scorching, and the sunlight poured into the room through the glass windows.

The phone screen on the table lit up for a moment.

He opened it and saw the text message Jiang Xindong had just sent: "Send me your address in New York."

He Ting: "What do you want this for?"

Jiang Xindong: "Look for a house near your home."

He Ting: "?"

Jiang Xindong: "Since you don't want to go back to China, then I will move to New York."