He Ting's apartment in New York is rented, and it expires next month.The apartment is on the Isle of Man, and there will be the sound of fire trucks passing by at night, which is very noisy.

Now that he is not working, he wants to change to a quiet place. It doesn't matter whether he is in New York or China.

He asked Jiang Xindong to wait, he hadn't made a decision yet.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xindong dialed the video, with a hint of helplessness and loneliness in his smile: "So it's not a question of returning to China, it's just that you don't want to live in my place?"

"No." He Ting lowered his eyes without confidence, not knowing how to explain.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Xindong looked at him seriously, "Anyway, no matter where you live, I will find you."

"Ah."

The pupils on the screen were dark and calm, like the surface of an unfathomable lake, and He Ting felt like he was about to sink into it.

He suspects that if it is face-to-face now, he will agree to all Jiang Xindong's requests without principle.

Cui Lang finished filming commercials in Europe and came to visit He Ting in the hospital in the afternoon. He still has lingering fears when he mentioned the incident of the diving day.

"Fortunately, the instructor has a sharp eye and a quick hand," Cui Lang said, "Now I have a shadow of diving,"

"I'm fine," He Ting thought for a while, "I can go into the water next year."

"Farewell," Cui Lang rubbed his eyebrows, "You don't know, on the day your accident happened, your father rushed over from China, crying so hard that he couldn't speak in the hospital."

"Really..." He Ting lowered his head, not feeling well.

"It's a good thing you woke up," Cui Lang leaned on the back of the chair, "otherwise the old man would be very sad."

He Ting stroked a small corner of the quilt, and did not speak again.

Cui Lang brought a Lego model toy, Bugatti, but it was slightly different from the one He Chenxing gave He Ting.

"I asked my friend, the one your brother gave you is a limited edition," Cui Lang said, "The circulation was very small at that time, and it's hard to get it now."

"This is already very good," He heard, "Thanks."

Then the two chatted about other things, during which Jiang Xindong sent several WeChat messages, each about half an hour apart:

"Can't sleep."

"Let's go to this island to play after you are discharged from the hospital." Attach the link.

“This sushi is good.”

"You haven't finished talking yet?"

The last one was 5 minutes ago, at 2:54 midnight domestic time, so Jiang Xindong should have fallen into a deep sleep.

He Ting saw it and hurried back to him: "You're chatting about some messy things, why aren't you asleep?"

Jiang Xindong: "You can talk about messy things for so long."?

This tone is quite sour?

He Ting: "He introduced resources to me. He is a model."

Jiang Xindong: "I know, I saw him on your ins. I can also introduce resources to you."

He Ting: "Oh."

Jiang Xindong: "His photo was taken well."

He Ting: "It was taken casually."

Jiang Xindong: "Well, you have his photo on your ins, but not mine."

He Ting: ...

Fafafa, I will send it to you at night.

He Ting: "We won't be chatting for a few minutes, he's going to pick up his girlfriend in a while."

Jiang Xindong: "So I have a girlfriend, then I'm going to sleep, I'm so sleepy, you guys talk slowly."

He Ting: ...

Seeing He Ting looking at the phone screen with a rich expression on his face, Cui Lang asked him from the side: "Are you chatting with your partner?"

"Basically," He Ting thought for half a second before turning off the phone, "He seems to be clingier than I thought."

That night, He Ting chose a recent photo of Jiang Xindong and sent it to his ins account.

The photo was taken casually when they were visiting the SOHO area, where many celebrities would take pictures when they come to New York, it looks like Jiang Xindong's business photos.

In this way, even if fans picked up that the ins account belonged to He Ting, Jiang Xindong would be very perfunctory.

Sure enough, fans were soon attracted by this photo. Based on the comparison of the early award-winning works, it was found that He Ting was the owner of this ins account, and followed the clues, inferring that the previous Weibo painter named Kdfskswibb was also him.

There are different opinions on the Internet. Some people speculate that the two of them are simply good friends, some people make up the love-hate entanglement between the two of them, and more people think that He Ting wants to use the opportunity to hype.

In this situation, most celebrities would choose to avoid suspicion, but Jiang Xindong did not. The next day, he followed He Ting's ins account, and posted an identical photo under his account.

A few days later, Chen Kaiyun's resident travel variety show happened to be recorded in New York, and Jiang Xindong promised him to be a flying guest for a day.

For the convenience of recording, Jiang Xindong moved to the hotel booked by the program group in advance.

Chen Kaiyun also arrived in New York, invited him to dinner, and invited He Ting to go with him.

Eat seafood, on the side of the pier.

Just finished drinking half a glass of wine, Chen Kaiyun answered a phone call, then turned to Jiang Xindong and whispered to Jiang Xindong, "Dai Ruochi invites us to dinner, now."

It just so happened that the waiter served the first course, and He Ting couldn't hold the fork steady, and it made a screeching sound when it hit the plate.

Jiang Xindong frowned, and shook his head at Chen Kaiyun.

Chen Kaiyun turned his head and said to the person on the phone: "It's too unfortunate, we have something to do today, next time."

When he hung up the phone, Jiang Xindong had already quietly peeled several shrimps and put them into He Ting's bowl naturally.

Chen Kaiyun explained to He Ting: "Originally, Dai Ruochi was the flying guest of the next episode, but a few days ago, he said that there was a conflict in the schedule, so it was changed to this episode. Today, I flew to New York with me. The program team really misses him and Brother Dong. Recording, they have some fans and a lot of traffic, but Brother Dong refused to agree. So in the end it became him recording tomorrow, and Brother Dong recording the day after tomorrow."

He Ting raised the wine glass in his hand and took a sip: "I know, their CP fans even sent a group photo to my Weibo asking me to draw."

"..." Jiang Xindong raised his eyebrows slightly, "So you stopped Weibo?"

"Part of the reason," He Ting looked at him indifferently, "The main reason is that you ignored me at the time."

"Which Weibo?" Chen Kaiyun became interested.

Jiang Xindong: "It was my account that was always drawn on Weibo last year, and the one that was most searched on."

"Damn, that account is yours?" Chen Kaiyun sighed, "Painting is so good, sister-in-law is too good."

He Ting choked: "?? Sister-in-law?"

Chen Kaiyun quickly covered his mouth: "Ah, I accidentally spoke the truth."

Jiang Xindong was probably used to it, and said to He Wenning without any disturbance: "That's just how he is, he speaks without restraint."

The main meal was lobster and crab. Jiang Xindong watched with interest as He Ting tapped the pliers, and finally threw the two unpeeled lobster legs aside impatiently.The corners of Jiang Xindong's mouth slightly raised, with an expected expression, and then he took it and knocked it open, peeled the meat and put it into He Ting's bowl.

Chen Kaiyun had a panoramic view, took out his mobile phone and complained in Crush's four-person WeChat group: a little advice for life, don't eat with Brother Dong and him, otherwise no matter what big meal you eat, it will taste like dog food in the end (smile. jpg).

A few minutes later, there was a reply in the group.

Zhuang Gaoyang: Do you think I didn't eat less before?

Yi Fan: Do you think I didn't eat less before?

When checking out, He Ting took out the wallet that hadn't been used for a long time, and found that Jiang Xindong's one-inch photo had been put back to its original location.The photos have been well preserved in the past six months, without any wear and tear, and the word "Guang" written by He Ting on the back is still there, but a string of small characters written in black pen appeared under the word:

"You too."

Flowing clouds and flowing water, every stroke and stroke are vigorous and powerful.

He Ting looked at the photo, raised his head and asked Jiang Xindong: "When did you write it?"

"Last month, when you were unconscious," Jiang Xindong touched the back of his neck lightly, "I'll settle the bill, put away your wallet."

"Is that photo of mine still there?" He Ting regretted it as soon as this question came up. He was the one who dumped Jiang Xindong back then, and he couldn't ask others to keep a photo of a scumbag after many years.

"Lost it." Jiang Xindong said.

"Oh." He Ting lowered his eyes, although he thought it was reasonable, he was inevitably disappointed.

"But I picked it up again." Jiang Xindong opened his wallet, and there was that photo next to his ID card. The 17-year-old He Ting smiled clearly.

Time passed in these two photos.

It's amazing, in the blank five years, some people are discouraged and some are glamorous, but no matter what, they always keep the proof that the other party has been there.

Going around and around, everything is back to the best time at the beginning.

After the meal, the three of them found a place to have a few more drinks.

He Ting hadn't come out for a drink for a long time, and when he realized it, he was a little overwhelmed. He leaned his head slightly on Jiang Xindong's shoulder, and stretched out his hand to pour the wine.

Jiang Xindong pressed his hand and whispered in his ear: "I can't drink anymore."

The hot air blew into the ears, itching and hot, He Ting half pouted: "I still want to drink, I'm happy today."

"No way," Jiang Xindong hugged him up by his waist, and turned to Chen Kaiyun, "He drank too much, I'll take him back."

The distance from the bar to the parking space was less than 3 minutes. He hadn't walked halfway when two white women approached him and asked for a phone call.

He Ting stopped, and fell into Jiang Xindong's arms.He wrapped his hands around Jiang Xindong's waist, and said very firmly and domineeringly: "Heismine."

"Ok, fine." The two women walked away.

With a smile hidden in his eyes, Jiang Xindong rubbed his hair and asked, "Since when am I yours?"

"It's been a long time ago." He Ting raised the tip of his nose and rubbed against Jiang Xindong's chin, as if acting coquettishly, "I don't want to go back to the hospital tonight."

Jiang Xindong raised his cool fingertips and tapped the tip of He Ting's nose twice: "Then what about your examination?"

"There is no examination. The doctor said yesterday that I can be discharged from the hospital. My aunt insisted that I stay for another two days for observation."

"Then where do you want to go?"

He Ting licked his lips: "I'll go wherever you go."

Jiang Xindong brought He Ting back to the hotel where the program was recorded.

On the way back, He Ting vomited, Jiang Xindong helped him clean up, and changed his clothes into his pajamas.

Just as he was about to go to bed, the doorbell rang. He thought it was Chen Kaiyun, and walked over to open it. Dai Ruochi was dressed in casual clothes, standing at the door holding something, calling him with a smile on his lips: "Brother Dong."

Jiang Xindong was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

Since he rejected Dai Ruochi on his birthday last year, the two of them have hardly met face to face, and even when they met in some activities, they just nodded politely.

It never occurred to him that Dai Ruochi would come to him now.

Dai Ruochi lifted the bag in his hand and took out a book from it: "Didn't you say you wanted to read the original version of "The Man in the Rain" before, I just saw it when I went to the bookstore today and bought it. The program team said you live in this room, and then I If you want to choose a day, it is better to hit it, if you are here, I will give it to you."

Jiang Xindong didn't answer, paused for a moment and said, "Thank you, but I already have it, you can keep it for yourself."

"Ah..." Dai Ruochi stood at the door and did not leave, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.

At this time, another clear voice came from the room: "Dongdong."

He Ting got up from the bed, his hair was messy, his cheeks were a little red, he walked to the door in loose pajamas, grabbed Jiang Xindong's hand, and frowned almost imperceptibly: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

Dai Ruochi's face froze, and he swallowed all the words that had just reached his throat.

Half a second later, Jiang Xindong turned to Dai Ruochi and said, "Then let's go to bed first."

After speaking, he closed the door.

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