summer passerby

After going abroad this time, He Ting rarely took the initiative to contact his former friends, and the frequency of using WeChat was extremely low.

It's amazing that a friend request pops up all of a sudden, and what's even more amazing is that the person who sent this request is Jiang Xindong.

For a few seconds, He Ting suspected that someone pretended to be Jiang Xindong deliberately to tease him, but quickly dismissed the idea.

Because he has always had Yi Fan's WeChat account, Yi Fan liked that account a lot.

Browsing Jiang Xindong's circle of friends is like opening a blind box. I don't know if there will be a bomb suddenly, such as the intimate photos of him and Dai Ruochi.

Fortunately, Jiang Xindong has been like a day for ten years. He is not keen on posting on Moments, nor is he too lazy to show his affection. There are only a few status posts every year, either posting dogs or sharing music, so that He Ting can pull one status to the end.

Back to five years ago, Jiang Xindong posted many status messages that year, most of which were related to He Ting, but looking at it now, it was nothing, as if it had never happened.

What a fleeting moment.

After successfully adding friends, the two of them lay quietly in each other's friend list for a whole day.

In the evening, He Ting looked at the sentence "You have added Lt, you can start chatting now" in the friend box, and felt that WeChat should have a function that would allow him to change the second half of the sentence to "Now you can start to be silent".

He couldn't figure out what Jiang Xindong was thinking, so he took the lead in being the one who couldn't hold his breath, and sent two words: What's wrong?

Jiang Xindong returned to him two hours later: Yes.

Then it's gone.

He Ting made a series of question marks in his mind, pondered for a long time, and thought that Jiang Xindong could only look for him because of the dog, so he continued to ask: Is Er Qi sick?

Jiang Xindong: No.

"..." He Ting felt that this conversation seemed to be squeezing toothpaste, squeezing every sentence to answer every word, but still missed the point.

When he came back this afternoon, the boat shook violently. He vomited as soon as he landed, and now he still feels a little uncomfortable in his stomach.He decided to ask Jiang Xindong one last time, if the other side is still so cold, forget it.

This time Jiang Xindong finally got to the point, sent a picture, and asked: Did you draw this?

The person in the painting is Jiang Xindong, looking back faintly under the spotlight on the stage, with a blue hair that sets off his handsome outline.

He Ting was stunned for a moment, the painting was indeed drawn by him, he had posted it on Weibo, and at that time the painting was also trending.But he clearly remembered that he had painted out the initials "HT" in the lower right corner. How would Jiang Xindong know it was his?

Magic.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, secretly rehearsing dozens of answers and the other party's reactions in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Is it important?"

The two of them seemed to be playing a game with more questions than anyone else, Jiang Xindong didn’t answer him directly, and sent a screenshot of a Weibo account a few seconds later, asking: Is this Weibo account yours?

The name of the Weibo is Kdfskswibb, which is the name rolled out by He Tinggun's keyboard. It was a small Weibo account originally created to search for Jiang Xindong's information.

It’s just that he didn’t use this trumpet half a year ago. After seeing Jiang Xindong’s tacit and gentle smile at another person in many photos, he decided not to use it.

Everything has a deadline, what's the point of Jiang Xindong digging it out now?

Since the other party asked so straightforwardly, He Ting also admitted it openly: It's me.

Jiang Xindong just thought for two seconds, then asked: What do you mean?

He Ting: What do you mean?

Jiang Xindong: What do you mean by posting my paintings online?

This tone was not considered polite. He Ting sat on the bedside and smoked half a cigarette. He really thought about it for a while, and finally replied with some helplessness: because I like it.

Because I like you, I never let you go, I miss you at night, I miss you during the day, I miss you when I am happiest, and I still remember that I love you when I am depressed and want to jump off a building.

Until now, when I think of the brilliance in your eyes, I still feel violently shocked, but I can’t like others anymore.

But anyway, you won't believe it.

And you are so good with other men that you go home to meet your parents for dinner, so you certainly don't want to hear it.

You were very decisive when you rejected me, and I also have self-esteem, knowing that you have someone else, I didn't bother you anymore.

I don't know what else you are not satisfied with.

He Ting stared at the screen, half a minute later, the phone vibrated, and a text message popped up: You like something special, and while dating someone else, you are drawing pictures of your ex-boyfriend and posting them online.

The words were very harsh, He Ting frowned and took a puff of cigarette, thinking about whether to explain, but in an instant, he thought of himself who was drenched on his birthday last year, and shivered for no reason.

Facts always run counter to ideals, although he didn't want to admit it, but from that day on, he should have understood that Jiang Xindong didn't care about him long ago.

When he talks about love again, it is just a burden to Jiang Xindong.

After a pause of two seconds, he smoked his cigarette and asked in the calmest tone possible: What do you want to express?

The dialog box on the screen displayed "typing" for a while, and then stood still for a while, repeatedly, as if he was more entangled than him.

After a long time, Jiang Xindong finally replied: I envy you that one heart can be used by two people at the same time, or is it that you have no heart?

The room was filled with smoke, choking He Ting to tears.Every word on the screen is like a sharp knife, aiming at his flesh and blood and piercing into it.

He pinched out the cigarette, wiped away the tears that he didn't know when, and lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, thinking that his ex-boyfriend was really a dog.

He didn't want to listen to cynicism, and he didn't have the energy to argue with Jiang Xindong. He just wanted to retreat to his own space to heal his wounds alone, and he would rather not have this conversation.

This relationship has supported him through too many dark and painful times. Even though his face is completely changed now, he still wants to think about it, so in the end he didn't get hysterical, but simply replied with a "."

I was so exhausted that I had nothing to say, so I put an end to their relationship.

Turn off the mobile phone, and leave politely, hoping to forget each other well in the future.

After breakfast the next day, Cui Lang saw that He Ting looked tired and was not interested in anything, so he offered to spend two days together on another island, because they had already been to this diving place.

He Ting thought about it and agreed.

The two packed their luggage and booked a ticket for departure in the afternoon.

Because they left suddenly this time, they didn't book a hotel in advance, so in the end they only found a relatively remote homestay.

It was already afternoon after they settled down. The two of them were so hungry that they put down their luggage and went out to find food. It was already two hours later when they returned to the hotel.

As soon as they entered the house, the two of them were in a daze. The bed was messed up, as if it had been turned over by someone, the suitcase was wide open, and all valuable things were gone, computers, cameras, lenses...

What He Ting cares most about is not these, but the Bugatti model that He Chenxing left him.

He searched the whole room and lifted the bottom of the bed, but couldn't find even half a shadow.

Cui Lang didn't quite understand why he went crazy looking for a car model, obviously his camera lens seemed to be the most valuable: "Lego toys? As long as it's not a limited edition, it's easy to buy..."

However, he immediately closed his mouth in the next second, because He Ting didn't seem to hear him at all, his eyes were red, and he kept saying "Where's Bugatti" in his mouth, his voice trembling slightly.

It seems to have lost the most precious thing in the world.

He thought He Ting was indifferent to everything, at least during the few days they met.

But now he didn't even dare to step forward to say a word, his intuition told him that the person in front of him was so sad that he might cry if he opened his mouth.

The owner of the homestay is not in the city, the two of them enter the door with the password, and now they have no place to find someone to argue with.

He Ting turned around in the dark all night, his hand was cut not deep and not shallow, he went to the bathroom to flush, after flushing for a long time, blood poured out continuously along the water, but he remained expressionless and showed no No reaction.

Cui Lang walked over, startled by the pool of red water in the washbasin, quickly turned off the faucet, and raised his voice loudly: "Are you crazy? You'll lose blood if you flush like this!"

He listened indifferently, turned on the faucet again, and kept sloshing the water on his face. After washing like this seven or eight times, he turned off the faucet.

The great sadness occupied all his emotions and reason. He leaned against the wall and slid down, covering his face with his hands. When he didn't pay attention, tears burst out.

Since suffering from depression, he has struggled to act as an emotionally stable adult in front of people every day, but today he is too tired to pretend.

Bad luck.

It seemed that he really lived a curse, he couldn't get what he wanted, and he couldn't keep the important things.

He lost the last thought that He Chenxing left him, which was his last connection with this living world, but today this line was broken.

So he doesn't care anymore, and there are no extravagant thoughts left.

Cui Lang always thought that He Ting was the kind of boy with a bad temper, casual and proud, and would never show his vulnerability in front of others casually.

He really didn't expect He Ting to cry suddenly, neither persuasion nor persuasion, he was stunned for a while, patted He Ting on the shoulder, comforted and said: "Oh no, I'll call the police, maybe tomorrow I found it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll buy another one.”

He Ting buried his head and didn't answer, his shoulders were still trembling slightly, and after a while, he reluctantly raised his trembling hands and waved them, meaning you don't mind, just leave me alone.

Cui Lang sighed, seeing that his fingers were still bleeding, he decided to get tools to bandage the wound first.

The local police were not efficient, and they took notes at noon the next day, saying that many tourists had lost things, and they might not always be able to find them back.

Cui Lang also lost a lot of things, and when he came out of the police station, he cursed a long string of English words.

After scolding him, he turned to look at He Ting, and asked, "Is that Lego toy of yours given by someone very important?"

"My brother," He Ting nodded, his voice hoarse, "Last year he passed away from leukemia."

Cui Lang understood a little: "Sorry..."

"It's none of your business," He Ting said in a very soft voice, "I didn't keep it safe."

"I have a friend who collects all kinds of Lego toys," Cui Lang suggested, "If I really can't find them, I can go to him..."

"No need," He Ting shook his head, "Maybe it's because I don't have a fate, I'm destined not to be able to keep it. I'm used to it."

Cui Lang was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant by getting used to it.

The next day, He Ting seemed to be back to normal. He put away his diving equipment and went into the water, as if nothing happened.

Cui Lang stared at him blankly, for a moment he couldn't tell which one was the real He Ting, this indifferent person or the person whose eyes were blurred from crying the day before yesterday.

Or maybe He Ting has already mastered switching between these two states?

"Aren't you sad?" Cui Lang asked, "Go to the Central District? I heard that the area is beautiful."

He Ting: "Okay."

The two boarded the boat after lunch, and the coach who led the boat introduced the situation and precautions in this sea area.

After hearing this, Cui Lang reminded him: "There was a fatality last year, so be careful."

He Ting nodded, put on his equipment and jumped into the sea.

The endless corals glowed with colorful spectrums in the blue water, and He Ting was immersed in the underwater world that isolated the sound of the outside world. He was enjoying himself and lost track of time.

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Lang came over and gestured to him, meaning he wanted to go ashore.

He Ting wasn't enjoying himself enough, he signaled Cui Lang to go up first.

Cui Lang hesitated, because divers usually find a diving buddy, and it is best for two people to go into the water and go back together, so as to deal with various emergencies.

This is also the reason why he would look for He Ting every time he went into the water, they used to go ashore together, but today He Ting didn't want to go back with him.

Each wave of boats also has three or four coaches who will go into the water together, but even if one coach is assigned to take care of seven or eight tourists who go into the water, it may not be able to take care of it.

It may be that the speed of the dive was too fast at first, but now Cui Lang's eardrums are uncomfortable due to the air pressure. He wanted to go up earlier, and after scanning around, he found two instructors near He Ting, so he compared them with "five". It means that after 5 minutes, you will come up.

He Ting replied with an OK, Cui Lang turned around to look for the guide rope, and went upstream.

A group of yellow clownfish appeared in the water, and He Ting chased them for a while, but when he was about to go ashore, he was hit on the face by a big brown fish, and almost missed the respirator in his mouth.

He just took a sip of water, and his nasal cavity was tingling. He quickly reacted, bit the diode and slowly adjusted the rhythm of breathing.

The rhythm was adjusted, but he felt the pressure in his chest increased, and it was difficult to breathe.

I don't know if it was because of the accident just now, or because he stayed underwater for too long today.

The desire to survive made him swim upstream.

At noon, the sun shines directly across the sea surface, forming countless beams of light in the blue water, directly shooting into the bottom of the sea.

Schools of fish of various colors wandered along the soft water waves, He Ting swam to the brightest spot of the light beam and stopped suddenly.

He looked up, and the sea water was refracted into thousands of shapes of water light under the action of gravity and sunlight. It was like an electric shock in his mind, and all the past suddenly swept over.

Thousands of fragmentary memories flashed by, happiness, sorrow, joy, and pain, as if they were nothing more than this at this moment.

Life is endless, but mediocre.

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his limbs felt a little stiff.

He should continue to go up, but at that moment he hesitated, why should he go back?

What else is there to worry about?Who else will care about him?

Maybe it was He Wenbin.

So sorry, Dad, I'm too tired and want to rest.

Maybe Zonggu and Ye Zhiming.

It doesn't matter, you will have a new and beautiful life, don't worry about it.

Jiang Xindong

Admittedly, it takes luck for two people to be together, and we didn't.

It seems that at the end of my life, I realized that the thing I regret the most is not being able to say goodbye to you when we broke up.

Why would you use such a bad excuse as liking someone back then?

I didn't admit until today that I am actually more afraid of being forgotten by you in ordinary life than death.

You want to say in the lyrics to send me the Milky Way, let me believe it

But in fact, the stars will also decline, but I wish your world stars and rivers will always be bright

The emptiness of the sun shines on the top of the head, the upstream is light, and the downstream is darkness.

He Ting stood there for half a second, then turned around and went downstream.