summer passerby

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xindong was upset.

Tonight was supposed to be a dinner party between him and Dai Ruobei, but Dai Ruobei left after eating halfway, the intention of being a matchmaker was obvious.

Dai Ruochi is a lyricist, and he has a lot to chat with. He is outstanding in appearance, and has a gentle and peaceful personality.

But he just couldn't feel it.

When I met He Ting, the phrase "date" did mean a bit of anger, but after thinking about it later, he was right, they were dating in the first place.

No one stipulates that two people who are in a certain relationship can only date.

He still keeps the painting that He Ting asked for.After breaking up, he also thought about throwing them away, but he hesitated in the middle of the move, perhaps because he remembered He Ting's concentration when he painted them.

So I threw it in the corner of the basement and never took it out again. It is estimated that it has been covered with several layers of dust.

Judging from the voice on the phone, He Ting must have drunk too much, and he faltered.Suddenly I called in the middle of the night, maybe I really wanted those paintings, or maybe I had a quarrel with Zonggu and got angry to contact my old lover.

Jiang Xindong ridiculed himself, no matter what the reason is, it has nothing to do with him, and it doesn't make him feel uneasy here.

The phone in his pocket was vibrating, he turned on the screen, and it was Dai Ruochi who sent him the first WeChat message: "I am very happy today, thank you, good night", followed by a kaomoji.

One gay sends good night and kaomoji to another gay in the middle of the night, three points are polite, seven points are ambiguous.

We are all adults, these words do not need to be clarified.

Jiang Xindong then entered Dai Ruochi's circle of friends and glanced, and half of the top ten statuses were sharing Crush's song.

He thought about the fact that love at first sight can be met but not sought after, since he doesn't hate the other party, it doesn't matter if we meet again a few times, so he simply returned to the chat page and said good night there.

Although the breakup with He Ting was not pleasant, but Jiang Xindong is not a person who is jealous, He heard that if he wanted the painting, he would definitely return it to him.

After recording a variety show for a few days, he and He Ting made an appointment to pick up the painting, at eight o'clock on Friday night.

That day, He Ting happened to be taking a photo shoot for a third-tier actress. The actress was named Qin Huan. She recently acted in a web drama Little Fire, but it was said that the team was difficult to manage, and no one in the company was willing to take her job.

In the end, the ball kicked back and forth and landed on He Ting's side.

The filming was supposed to end before 07:30 pm, but Qin Huan was three hours late that day, and after arriving, he changed the plan again and again, and finally dragged his work until [-]:[-] pm.

He Ting took a taxi in a panic. Actually, it was only a 10-[-]-minute drive. If everything goes well, he can catch up. Unexpectedly, there was a car accident on the road ahead, and the traffic was blocked.

After the traffic jam, he called Jiang Xindong, but he couldn't get through there, and he didn't know if his phone was out of battery.

The car crawled forward like ants, and every minute after eight o'clock was particularly difficult.Jiang Xindong hated others being late the most, He Ting wanted to cry but had no tears.

It's like going back to four years ago, watching their relationship slowly pass like an hourglass, but there is nothing they can do.

This sense of powerlessness weighed down He Ting's chest tightness and shortness of breath.

At 38:[-], he finally arrived at the appointed place, an open-air parking lot.Jiang Xindong said that his car was a black Mercedes-Benz SUV with the license plate number XXX.The parking lot was not big, so He Ting ran around twice, but didn't see half a Mercedes.

Jiang Xindong left.

He Ting suddenly felt depressed, and didn't care about being dirty, so he sat directly on the stairs of the parking lot, wiped the sweat off his face, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket, and lit it.The scarlet sparks glowed in the dark night, and the white smoke was quickly blown away by the wind.

He spent several years practicing precise manual focus, but in reality, he never seemed to be able to catch the clear Jiang Xindong.

The two of them seemed to be under some kind of curse, they were always a little bit behind.

Forced to separate, missed by accident, every time he wanted to run to Jiang Xindong desperately, there must be no good end.

A few passers-by passed by the street, He Ting was smoking a cigarette, and made another call to Jiang Xindong, but he still couldn't get through.

Under the dim street lamp, many moths fluttered around the lamp.When the evening wind came to the Buddha's face, he suddenly became clear.He can't let go of Jiang Xindong, just like moths to a fire, moths tend to be warm and bright, but fire doesn't need moths at all.

Jiang Xindong is now proud of his career and love, so there is no need for him to step in somehow.

After thinking about it, my scalp started to ache again.Finally, he stubbed out his cigarette butt and sent a text message:

Sorry, I was delayed by work today, and then I encountered traffic jams.Call your phone to turn it off, please send it to me, the address is: XXXX.

Jiang Xindong was recording songs during the day, and after a busy day, he found his phone left in the recording studio on the way.He didn't have the key to the recording studio, and once the recording was over, the others disappeared faster than the wind, and there was no trace of them.

He still has a mobile phone, but at home, he checked the time, but it was too late to pick it up, so he had to go to the appointment first.

After waiting in the parking lot for a long time, He Ting never showed up.He suspected that He Ting forgot about getting the painting, or that he just wanted to play tricks on him.

After all, this kind of thing is not without precedent.

Time passed by, Jiang Xindong frowned in the rearview mirror, and the corners of his eyes were filled with suppressed anger.At [-]:[-], he lost all patience, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

It was almost nine o'clock when he got home, he hadn't eaten dinner, and he was so hungry that his stomach hurt.The house was deserted, and there were only a few tomatoes and eggs left in the refrigerator. He cooked a bowl of simple egg noodles, sat in the living room and turned on the TV, and a male voice came out:

"At [-]:[-] tonight, a major car accident occurred at the intersection of Beichuan South Road and Xinhe North Road in our city. Currently, three people died and five were injured. Please take us to the scene to have a look..."

Jiang Xindong's eyelids suddenly twitched violently, and his heart was racing. He remembered that the intersection where the car accident happened was not far from the parking lot where he and He Ting met.

The bowl and chopsticks in his hands were not steady, and the soup spilled out on the floor, and he didn't care about it, so he hurriedly took out his cell phone at home and called Meng Si, asking her to find out He Ting's cell phone number.

When Meng Si heard the name He Ting again, she felt strange. Last time Yi Fan said that the person Jiang Xindong didn't want to see was also He Ting.

But she wasn't sure if it was the same person.

"You mean the photographer who took pictures of Gao Yu and the others in Thailand last time?" She had no choice but to confirm again, "You want to ask for his mobile phone number?"

"Yes." Jiang Xindong affirmed.

"it is good."

Ten minutes later, He Ting received a call from a stranger. At this time, he was already in the taxi going home.

The signal in the car was up and down, and there was an occasional intermittent electromagnetic sound on the phone. He Ting leaned back on the back seat, and no one spoke after two hiccups.

He frowned, picked up the screen and looked at it again to make sure the phone was still connected.

When Jiang Xindong heard He Ting's calm and long breathing, he let go of the phone tightly, and his chaotic and complicated thoughts were straightened out. After calming down, he asked in a deep voice, "Where are you?"

He Ting once did one thing, which was to record what Jiang Xindong said as the wake-up ringtone, and he listened to it for half a year.So even if the person said only one word on the phone, he could recognize it.

The neon lights flashed outside the window, and He Ting was stunned. He thought it was over for him and Jiang Xindong in the parking lot today, but he didn't expect to receive this call.After a pause, he said, "In the car going home."

Jiang Xindong heard that the other side was very comfortable and at ease. Thinking of the panicked self just now, he laughed angrily: "Do you think it's fun to play with me?"

"I didn't play tricks on you," He Ting felt tired, with his thumb resting on his forehead, he moved his mouth to explain something, but in the end he just sighed, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xindong didn't expect He Ting to apologize so straightforwardly, and his tone eased a bit: "Aren't you kidding me?"

"No." He Ting lowered his eyelids, raised his hand to rub his temples, and said in a serious tone, "I called and texted you, and I just left the parking lot."

Jiang Xindong pondered for a moment, then asked him: "Do you still want the painting?"

"Yes." He Ting answered quickly without hesitation.

Before getting in the car, he spent almost an hour looking for dozens of reasons to make up his mind not to see Jiang Xindong again, but when he heard the other party ask him, all the reasons fell apart.

He wanted to say, I want everything you give.

Jiang Xindong said succinctly: "Then go to the parking lot and wait for me now."

"Ah."

He Ting waited in the parking lot for 15 minutes, and the big black Benz arrived slowly.

Jiang Xindong got off the driver's seat and was wearing a white hoodie. He Ting stared closely at the face buried in the loose hat, not wanting to miss every detail.It had been a long time since they had seen each other alone like this.

Without extra greetings, he directly opened the trunk and took out four paintings by He Ting, each of which was packed in a heavy wooden frame, and it was difficult for a tall man like him to lift it.

"Where's your car?" He turned around and asked He Ting.

The distance between them was very close, and He heard the faint smell of woody perfume on his body. He was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Car? I don't have a car."

He Ting's family conditions certainly do not lack the money to buy him a car.

A trace of surprise flashed across Jiang Xindong's face in the dark, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

He handed the paintings in his hand to He Ting. The four paintings weighed as much as forty catties. They were so heavy that He Ting almost fell to the ground without holding them firmly.

Jiang Xindong put his hands in his pockets, a little worried, and looked at him with frowned eyes: "Can you do it?"

"Okay," He Ting gritted his teeth and nodded, "I'll take a taxi back."

"Okay." Jiang Xindong didn't insist, a young man in his 20s couldn't move a few paintings.

Besides, he made a promise with himself before he came, that he would leave after delivering the painting, and never have any other contact with He Ting.

He always said one thing, once the painting was delivered, he got in the car and left without saying a single word of nonsense.

The cold wind picked up suddenly, maybe it was going to rain, and for the first time, He Ting felt that the wind in summer could be that cold.He came out of the empty parking lot with four paintings in his arms, and looked at the direction of the big rush, feeling as if he had been pricked by a needle or run over by a wheel, which was not a good feeling anyway.

So much so that he didn't pay attention when a bicycle rushed out next to him.

"Ding ding ding!" The bicycle rang loudly, but He Ting didn't have time to react, and the moment he turned his head, he bumped into it.

People turn their backs.

A few seconds later, He Ting got up with pain all over his body, his thighs were throbbing, his hands seemed to be torn, but the painting was intact.

The bike rider was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, who was frightened and sat on the ground in a daze.

In the end, it was He Ting who asked him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The little boy got up as if waking up from a dream, ran over to Fuhe to listen, his face was about to cry, "I'm fine, but you... are you okay?"

He Ting moved his leg. Although it hurts, he can still walk. A piece of skin on his hand is broken, but it doesn't bother him.

He comforted the little boy a few words, telling him to go home first, and drive more carefully in the future.

The intersection ahead happened to be a red light, and the black Daben witnessed the collision in the rearview mirror.When the green light came on, Da Ben suddenly turned around.

Two minutes later, Jiang Xindong rolled down the car window, and heard about He Wen, who was standing at the intersection with the painting in his arms, waiting for the bus:

"boarding."