summer passerby

Jiang Xindong has a heart disease, because he had a terrible 22nd birthday last year.

And no matter how much he makes up for it, this is already an established fact and cannot be changed.

He Ting's 23rd birthday is approaching. For the past two days, Jiang Xindong has been busy contacting people and kept calling.

One day, He Ting accidentally discovered that he was contacting museums around the world, inquiring about Chagall's painting exhibition.

So before returning to China, he took Jiang Xindong to MOMA.

The full name of MOMA is the Museum of Modern Art in New York. It is located in midtown Manhattan and houses many outstanding modern works of art.

Chagall's art exhibitions are rare, not every year, and not every time when celebrating Ting's birthday.

But there will always be a place for Chagall in MOMA, and there is always a chance if you want to see it.

There are too many fucking things in life, it is a pity to miss it, it is painful to lose it, but it may not be the final outcome.

Sometimes it's better to just move forward.

"Okay, you've already shown me Chagall's paintings." He Ting stood in the exhibition hall, and the painting in front of him was Chagall's "The Village and Me." "Don't contact the museum again."

"I guess you've already seen this." Jiang Xindong smiled.

"Well," He Ting nodded, "It's just the first time I've seen it with you."

Jiang Xindong: "There will be an exhibition in Switzerland next year."

"Actually, I'm not so persistent." He Ting pursed his lips, "It doesn't matter whether you look at it or not."

I just want to find something to do with you.

There were two children playing next to him, and seeing a child about to rush towards him, Jiang Xindong grabbed He Ting's shoulders and carried him into his arms, tilting his head calmly and said, "We need to see."

Today is a working day, and there are fewer people visiting MOMA than on weekends, but it is one of the most famous museums in New York after all, and tourists are indispensable.

Although Jiang Xindong had a lot of hats and masks, he was recognized. A young Asian girl secretly turned on the camera on his mobile phone.

"You were photographed," He Ting hesitated for a moment, "Let's go back."

"Just shoot." Jiang Xindong didn't turn his head.

"She seems to have photographed me too." He Ting frowned, "When the time comes, it will be reported on the Internet again..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xindong turned around and walked towards the girl.

The girl watched Jiang Xindong walking towards her, while the camera in her hand was still facing her.

In a panic, the phone fell to the ground.

Jiang Xindong bent down to pick up the phone, and spoke in a gentle and gentle tone: "Can you delete my friend's photo?"

The girl looked up at him, her face turned red, and she stammered: "Yes, yes, I will delete it now..."

"Thank you." Jiang Xindong put his hands in his pockets, watching the girls delete photos.

A picture flashed on the screen, it was taken when Jiang Xindong was holding He Ting, at first glance it looked like the two of them were hugging.

The aura was harmonious, He Ting'an leaned against him quietly, it would be a pity to delete it.

Jiang Xindong thought, in the future, he will take a few more similar photos and store them in his mobile phone.

After deleting the photos, Jiang Xindong turned to leave.

The girl faltered: "You...can't be real?"

Jiang Xindong stared at her coldly, without speaking.

"Hey, what am I talking about..." The girl was nervous and flustered, with her hands nowhere to rest, "I mean, I wish you happiness!"

Jiang Xindong raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his eyes not covered by the mask curled up, and he smiled shallowly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of June, He Ting's rented apartment expired, and it was time to return to China.

Before that, Jiang Xindong booked a hotel on a small island, and He Ting went there for vacation.There are many colorful small houses on the island, and there are not many people. They ride motorcycles during the day, watch the sunset on the beach at dusk, and drink and kiss in the hotel at night.

A few days passed like this.

As soon as they returned to China, their photos were posted on the Internet.

In fact, if you want to say that it is really a big melon, there is no such thing.It was nothing more than the fact that He Ting couldn't put on his helmet when he was riding a motorcycle, Jiang Xindong carefully helped him fasten it, and flicked his forehead. He Ting hugged Jiang Xindong's waist tightly.

This set of photos was made into a video and posted on the Internet. In less than a day, there were tens of thousands of comments on Weibo.

[Is this a socialist brotherhood?I dare not speak]

[I just asked my boyfriend, and he said that this is definitely not the behavior of a straight man! !Stop talking, I'll cry for a while]

[A few days ago someone said that I didn't believe it when I met them hugging in New York, but now I have to say, so my husband really likes men? ! 】

[The CP I knocked on seems to be BE, but I seem to have bought a new CP just now]

【Ahhhhhh, so sweet! !Brother Dong’s boyfriend is so powerful, I’ve already thought about the name of CP, it’s called He Xin]

[Upstairs, do you think "sounding" sounds better? 】

……

This time the waves were not small, even Guan Rou called to "condolence", and said a lot, the core meaning was that no matter what sexual orientation Jiang Xindong had, he should pay attention to restraint.

Jiang Xindong responded lazily, not knowing whether he listened or not.

Not long after, Meng Si also called and asked Jiang Xindong if he wanted to remove the trending search.

Jiang Xindong looked at He Ting, who was sleeping beside him and breathing lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think we can keep it a secret forever?"

Meng Si was stunned: "For a lifetime?"

Jiang Xindong thought for a while and said, "Let's withdraw first, he doesn't like being discussed by the public."

"That," Meng Si asked, "will this kind of thing happen often in the future? I'll give myself a vaccination first."

Jiang Xindong reached into He Ting's soft hair with four fingers, and lightly rubbed it twice: "Probably."

"The public opinion on the Internet is still in the controllable range, and some fans say they can't accept that they want to get rid of fans," Meng Si said: "But most of the fans are still very rational, and even added some new CP fans. But if you go further in the future Exposure, I don't know..."

"We'll talk about it later," Jiang Xindong interrupted her, "I won't break up with him anyway."

"Understood." Meng Si hung up the phone.

He Ting got up from the bed, Jiang Xindong had already made breakfast, egg pancakes without green onions, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and fruit salad.

All of them were He Ting's favorites before.

"It's still so delicious." He ate a book in satisfaction.

"Live here," Jiang Xindong cleared the dining table and looked at him lightly, "I cook it for you every morning."

Just returned to China last night, because Jiang Xindong's villa is close to the airport, so they stayed here for one night first.

He Ting said while packing the suitcase: "I still want to go back and have a look, and stay for a while."

"Okay." Jiang Xindong laughed.

Several high-end residential buildings were built near Shengyang International, blocking some of the light, but the balcony of He Ting's house can still overlook the most prosperous area in City B.

The furnishings in the house are almost the same as before, and the paintings hanging on the living room wall are exactly the same as before. Even the two plants on the balcony are of the same species. The difference is that the plants are alive and vigorous.

However, a few pieces of furniture were changed, probably because Jiang Xindong couldn't find the exact same ones.

"The table in your studio has been changed." Jiang Xindong's slender figure leaned halfway against the door. "The original manufacturer stopped production, but the new table is more functional and convenient for you to draw."

"I can tell, I know this brand of table." He Ting's index finger quickly slid across the table, there was not even a trace of dust, it should have been cleaned a few days ago.

There is a row of framed photos on the wall of the studio. They are He Ting's award-winning photography works abroad in recent years. Some of them are small awards that are only famous in the United States. He has never sent them, so he has no idea about Jiang Xindong. How do you know.

"This painting, and that "Old Man", where did you see it?" He Ting touched it with his hand and rubbed it carefully.

Jiang Xindong glanced at him: "In a magazine called "Dust"."

"Dust" is a photography magazine in North America. He Ting suddenly remembered that his paintings had indeed been published several times.

"How do you know about this niche photography magazine?" he asked.

"I saw it at the photographer who took pictures of me by chance two years ago," Jiang Xindong leaned against the wall with his arms folded, "There happened to be a picture on it, the author wrote your name, and the school grade was completely matched. I’ve subscribed to every issue since then.”

"?" He Ting's eyes widened in disbelief, "So you like me so much?"

Jiang Xindong looked at him with dark eyes, and bent his mouth: "Otherwise?"

"That's it." He Ting blinked, "It's more than I thought."

There was also an additional musical instrument area in the studio, where several guitars and a keyboard were placed. He Ting asked what this meant.

"In the future, when I write songs, you draw pictures," Jiang Xindong said calmly, "Let's have dinner together at night."

That's what he said, and Jiang Xindong did exactly that.

Less than two days after He Ting moved back, he received a call for help from Jiang Xindong: "My toilet is leaking, do you want to take me in?"

"I remember that there is more than one toilet in your house."

"It's all leaking."

"..."

Jiang Xindong moved in with large and small suitcases for a week, and then flew to another city for a concert.

The concert is on July 7th, and He Ting's birthday is on the 10th.

Jiang Xindong bought a plane ticket on the 11th to return to City B, but the typhoon raged that day, and all planes and high-speed trains in the city were suspended.

On the night of the 11th, He Ting comforted Jiang Xindong on the phone not to worry: "It's okay, you will come back the day after tomorrow. I feel more at ease when I celebrate my birthday one day later. Anyway, there were no good birthdays in the past few years."

What He heard was true. From the time he could remember, his birthdays have been getting worse every time. Thinking about it, it really couldn't be better.

Anyway, he and Jiang Xindong have a lot of time now, why bother to meet on this cursed festival.

"I know," Ye Feng said, and Jiang Xindong's deep pupils flashed a dim light for an instant.He lit a cigarette, and the orange-red cigarette butt was flickering in the night. He frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Go to bed early."

The call hung up earlier than usual, and He fell asleep before eleven o'clock.

The next morning, he didn't call Jiang Xindong. He thought that the other party hadn't woken up yet, so he went to the studio to paint first.

After less than two hours of painting, the door of the house suddenly opened, and there was the sound of something falling to the ground.

He was startled, and went to the porch to see that Jiang Xindong came back in a hurry pushing the suitcase.

He Ting was stunned: "Is the plane and high-speed train allowed?"

"Not yet, I drove back." Jiang Xindong took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Driving??!" He Ting's voice sounded like he was shouting, "Are you crazy? Driving in a typhoon?"

"It's not crazy. The typhoon stopped at three o'clock in the middle of the night. I set off at 03:30." Jiang Xindong walked over and kissed He Ting's forehead, "Happy birthday."

He Ting was stunned, and his eyes turned red instantly: "You did it for this? It's just a birthday..."

Jiang Xindong fell silent, and wiped away the water at the end of He Ting's eyes with his thumbs: "But I have missed so many, so many that you feel that birthdays are not a good thing."

He Ting lowered his eyes and said hoarsely, "It's not your fault."

"Yes," Jiang Xindong looked at him earnestly: "Last year, you were drenched in the rain all night."

I am so wrong that I can only make up for it in this life.

That afternoon, Jiang Xindong took He Ting to the most artistic area of ​​City B. This area sells high-priced paintings and antiques all the year round, and further ahead there are several museums and some small commercial art exhibitions.

The two passed the crowded main street and turned to the side road. Jiang Xindong took out the key and opened the door of a shop very familiarly.

He Ting followed and walked in, and found that the store was actually a showroom with a unique decoration.The exhibition hall has two floors, the first floor is for paintings, and the second floor is for photographs.The exhibition hall is divided into four areas, each floor has two areas, one area is hung with brightly colored works, while the other area is hung with black and white works.

This is an exhibition of works, all of which are He Ting's paintings and photographs. The name of the exhibition is "Two Mes".

"23rd birthday present," Jiang Xindong handed the key to He Ting, "It belongs to your own exhibition."

There are many paintings of different sizes hanging on the wall on the first floor, some of which were well preserved by He Ting, and some of which were lost over the years. The works from primary school to university graduation have crossed In the timeline of more than ten years, he met the 23-year-old He Ting again.

He Ting stared at those paintings, and suddenly many fragments of memory fragments popped up in his mind, both painful and joyful, as if dozens of time and space accidentally overlapped, and the epitome of the first half of his life was here.

He paused, did not take the key in Jiang Xindong's hand, and did not speak.

"Why are you stunned?" Jiang Xindong pressed his forehead with his thumb, "I thought you would like it very much."

"I like it." He Ting closed his eyes and waited for two seconds before his blurred vision gradually recovered, "I just... didn't expect that I thought I had lost some paintings."

Jiang Xindong hummed, and said lightly: "It took a little effort, and some of them are not the original version."

"When did you start preparing?" He Ting asked.

"Five years ago, I planned to give it to you on your birthday, but later..." Jiang Xindong sneered, "But at that time, there were not so many paintings, no photography on the second floor, and I didn't have the money to buy this store to give you, but that day I did prepare a small art exhibition for you."

He smiled brightly and warmly, and there was a very faint fruity smell on his body. He Ting couldn't take his eyes off his eyes. In the bright exhibition hall, they looked at each other, with only each other in their eyes.

He Ting's heart trembled slightly, and a strange warm current slowly spread in his heart.He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, his eyebrows curled up, but the corners of his eyes gradually turned red: "It turns out that He Ting has such a good birthday present."

"Yeah, so birthday is really not that bad," Jiang Xindong hugged him into his arms, put his wet lips against his ear, and said softly, "Did I break your birthday curse?"

"It's broken." He Ting nodded.

He Ting decided to hold a work exhibition on Qixi Festival, because this exhibition was given by his loved ones.

They headed home for dinner at sunset, a birthday cake as the city lights came up, and then the two snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie.

Before going to bed, He Ting asked, "Has your toilet been repaired?"

"No, it can't be repaired." Jiang Xindong hugged him from behind, leaning his chin on his shoulder.

"Oh?" He Ting teased, "Because there is no water leakage at all?"

"That's not important," Jiang Xindong didn't answer directly, with a faint smile in his voice, "Anyway, I will live here from now on."

The cicadas were singing again outside the window, the sea breeze was still salty, and there was a faint smell of lemon in the air.

There are people who are just beginning to love each other, some are ambiguous and secretive, some are tossing and turning, and some are indulging in sensuality.

Summer is short and fleeting, but it is always hot.

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The author says:

Flowers are over!It’s been too long since I wrote this article, and it’s been so long that I feel pain as an author. I sincerely thank you all for sticking with me and accompanying me all the way!

It's amazing, the process of writing has been looking forward to an early end, and I feel a little bit reluctant to part with Brother Dong and Ting Ting after writing.

In the middle, I was very repulsed to write about He Ting's perspective, because it was too painful to empathize with him.But I love him and Brother Dong very much, so I want to give them a happy ending.

In addition, I think for every author, the readers who follow up the article during the serialization period are very precious, so you are also another reason for me to finish writing.

Next, Brother Dong and Tingting will have one or two episodes.

Recently, I really want to write be, so the story of CP (Xu x Ye) is obviously slow, let's see the fate.

I will delete Zong X Qin, because they have too few story lines, which makes it difficult for everyone to understand.

Let's end the last chapter with this song "Visions of Gideon"

Still the same sentence, the mountains are high and the waters are long, goodbye by fate!