summer passerby

In the following week, Jiang Xindong asked for leave and didn't come to class, He Ting always thought of him for no reason.

Thinking about getting up in the morning, thinking about eating at noon, thinking about passing by the gate of School A...

After being tormented by this weird and uncontrollable longing for three days, he finally surrendered, searched Jiang Xindong’s WeChat through his phone number, and added it on his own initiative.

The message of adding friends was sent in the morning, he seemed to be possessed, and his mind was on the phone all day long, and he picked it up to take a look from time to time.

The screen would light up occasionally, and He Ting turned it on with full expectation, but when he found out that it was a push message, he turned it off again in disappointment.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Jiang Xindong passed his friend verification.

The content of Jiang Xindong's circle of friends is pitifully small, all of which are music sharing, and the profile picture on WeChat is John Lennon in his prime, without any profile.

Apart from these, He Ting couldn't learn more from his circle of friends.

Jiang Xindong didn't take the initiative to speak after passing the friend's verification, and He Ting didn't know what to talk about for a while, after all, it was weird enough to actively search the other party's WeChat and add it.

So the two of them lay in each other's friend list tacitly, silently.

Bian Mu bit down on a pair of sneakers the next day, and He Ting's first reaction was strange excitement—he finally found a reason to take the initiative to talk to Jiang Xindong.

To put it simply, he spent a long time typing the draft before sending it out: What should I do if the dog always bites and damages the things at home?

Jiang Xindong seems to be very busy. After a while, he sent a voice message, the voice is low and the background sound is messy: buy him a teething stick, and you have to walk him for at least an hour every day, so that he will not bite after playing enough.

Then He Ting asked a question that was not very clever: Which kind of molar stick is better?

It's not that he can't investigate by himself, and he also has the ability to make decisions, but he just wants to have a few more words with Jiang Xindong.

Within a few minutes, Jiang Xindong sent a link.He Ting clicked on it, and the screen jumped directly to the Baidu search homepage.

He Ting:? ?

Jiang Xindong: Ask Baidu.

He Ting: ...

He Ting was a little frustrated when he failed to actively find a topic for the first time, and seemed to have left an impression of laziness on the other party.

When he was bored, he turned on the computer and entered the words "Crush Band" in the search bar.

There are many search results, but none of them have anything to do with Jiang Xindong.He Ting tapped his fingers on the keyboard and replaced the key word with "School A Crush", only to find the relevant webpage.

Click on the first search record, it is a video of the Crush band performing in school, which was recorded and sent to the video website.

The upload time was a year ago, He Ting clicked on the video, Jiang Xindong was still dressed in black, holding a microphone stand in the middle and singing softly.At that time, he still had a neat cropped hair, and the video quality was not very good, but his voice remained the same. His unique voice blended with the smooth music, light and heavy, like a magnetic suspension in the air.

He listened to it twice before turning it off, and began to wonder if he was voice-activated.

The second search result is the BBS of University A, and the title is straightforward——Crush made my debut on the spot!Half of the people in the building are discussing Crush's song and typhoon, and the other half are discussing the members' gossip and appearance:

Fan Tofu: Jiang Xindong, how can I soak you! !

Yunsa MI: Don't think about it upstairs, the person they like is Ai Siyi, it's none of your business.I even think they're already together, but they haven't made it public yet...

Electric Fan Tofu: Is the Upstairs Real?My heart is broken (heartbreak.jpg)

Yunsa MI: As everyone knows... Actually, I like Yi Fan better, he is the type who looks more handsome the more he looks.

Asois: Go Yang is cute too!

……

After reading the comments, He Ting confirmed that Ai Siyi was the drummer of Crush.The mouse continued to slide down, and someone posted a picture, which was a photo of Jiang Xindong turning his head and looking at Ai Siyi on the stage. Jiang Xindong had a handsome side face and a warm grin. When he looked at each other, there was a bit of girlish shyness.

It is said that good-looking people look at everything with affection, but He Ting didn't believe this evil, and turned off the computer with a "snap", and felt inexplicably irritable even though it had nothing to do with him.

Falling in love with straight men is what many gay men fear the most, and He Ting is no exception.

In the next few days, he forced himself not to think about Jiang Xindong, and even prepared to use the most ruthless way to prevent future troubles - sending text messages to tell him not to come to class again.

But the text message was edited several times, deleted and changed, changed and deleted again, but in the end it couldn't be sent.

Because he knew very well that once the text message was sent, he might not have a chance to see the other party in the future.

After thinking about it, he couldn't do it.

On Sunday night, he ran to the river to walk his dog, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the sky, and it rained heavily.

He couldn't find a place to hide, and he was drenched in the rain, and he had a fever when he got home.

After sleeping in a daze all night, when Jiang Xindong knocked on the door the next day, he was still lying on the bed drowsy.

He Ting struggled to get out of bed, walked to the entrance and opened the door.He had a headache and fever, kept coughing, and his speech was a little vague: "I seem to have a fever, so I can't go to class."

Jiang Xindong originally thought that he had committed the old habit of procrastinating on purpose, but he didn't expect that when the door opened, the person in front of him was listless and looked really haggard - his face was as pale as paper, the corners of his eyes were red, and he had no usual arrogance. Very bullying, and a little pathetic.

He paused, then asked softly, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Just sleep." He Ting licked his chapped lips, feeling weak.

That is the meaning of not eating.Jiang Xindong frowned lightly, opened the door and looked around, and asked again: "Are you alone?"

He Ting nodded, "Yes".

Jiang Xindong's brows were still unfurled, he didn't quite understand the fact that He Ting's family let a high school student live alone.

What's more, He Ting doesn't look like the kind of person who can take good care of himself.

"Go back to bed and lie down." Jiang Xindong said, closing the door and disappearing within a few seconds.

He Ting was a little delirious from the fever, he heard the sound of closing the door and the sound of footsteps going away outside the door, and thought that Jiang Xindong had left.

The person who studied for a week left after a hasty meeting, and did not take special care of him who was sick.

The sense of loss and the pain of fever superimposed, He Ting sat on the ground numbly and weakly, leaning against the cold wall with his half body, and thought coldly: "Let's go, don't come here again."

In fact, self-feding is the normal state of his life.

After his grandma passed away, no one took care of him. Once he got acute gastroenteritis in the middle of the night, and he couldn't get through to He Wenbin, so he called an ambulance himself.

Although I have been used to the disregard of my family for many years, and I have long been used to being alone, but when I am vulnerable, I would occasionally ask for a little care.

But these are not the obligations that Jiang Xindong should fulfill.

After thinking about this, He Ting quickly calmed down his disappointment as before, and planned to find his mobile phone and send the text message that he had edited for a week.

Before the phone was found, the doorbell rang again.He opened the door suspiciously, and saw Jiang Xindong standing at the door panting with a box of medicine in his hand, a few drops of sweat slid down the thin jawline to the deep collarbone, glistening.

The weather in July is really hot, and he sweats after walking a few steps. He should have come back from running.

He Ting's eyes widened, suddenly he was at a loss, and even suspected that this was just a hallucination caused by a high fever.

"Take the medicine quickly," Jiang Xindong put the medicine in his hand, as if handing over something valuable, with a serious expression and a serious tone, "Go to the hospital if the fever doesn't subside in a while."

The touch of the fingertips can't fool anyone, the heat begins to become concrete, and every inch of the skin on the hands can be traced.Illusions would not be so real.

He Ting was stunned for a moment.

"Why are you in a daze?" Jiang Xindong flicked his forehead, and said calmly, "Hurry up and take the medicine."

Jiang Xindong's brows and eyes were sharp, and his solemn demeanor carried an irrefutable aura. He Ting nodded involuntarily, and turned to get the cup.

"Take two pills first, and then take a nap to see if the fever subsides." Jiang Xindong said while bending down while teasing Bianmu.

"Well," He Ting swallowed two pills, looked at the people who walked into the room and asked, "Then you?"

"I'll wait for you to sleep, and leave when the fever subsides, and go to the hospital if it doesn't." Jiang Xindong took out a tablet computer from his bag, sat on the sofa in the living room naturally, and said casually, "Anyway, I'm fine today."

"Oh." He Ting nodded, glanced at the deep silhouette on the sofa staring at the computer, and suddenly felt palpitations.

He slept well that night, because he knew someone was in the living room, so he didn't have to get up to call 120 even if his condition worsened.

It's like a wolf that has been wandering around all year round finally found a nest where it can temporarily feel at ease.

Four hours later, He Ting got up from the bed. It seemed that the high fever had subsided a little, and his mind became clearer.

In the living room, Jiang Xindong was rubbing Bian Mu's stomach.Bian Mu lazily leaned against his legs, with his limbs facing the sky, his face full of enjoyment.

Seeing He heard it, he asked, "Is it better?"

In fact, He Ting really wanted to say "no" with a fluke mentality, and try to see how long Jiang Xindong can stay with him, but he was afraid that being too greedy would bring bad consequences, so he replied dryly with "Yes".

Jiang Xindong walked over in a few steps, pushed back his bangs on his forehead, and gently touched his forehead with the back of his hand, frowned to feel the temperature.

From such a close distance, He heard the fresh and clean shampoo smell on his body, like mint mixed with watermelon, sweet but not greasy, it is the smell of summer.

His heart was beating violently, and the base of his ears and neck were burning badly.He was very thankful that he had a fever today, and the other party couldn't tell what caused the burning.

The background is the milky white wallpaper at home, which makes Jiang Xindong's hard black hair soft.A ray of sunlight shone in from outside the window, and the light spots fell loosely on the half-overlapping shadows of the two of them. He Ting caught the light with his eyes and carefully stored it in his heart.

He was not sure if he would have such a soft moment in the future.

Jiang Xindong didn't expect the sick He Ting to be so obedient - his eyes drooping motionlessly, his eyelashes long, and the swirling shadows imprinted on his fair complexion reminded him of a newborn puppy he touched when he was a child, it was docile and lovable .

He was surprised by his sudden thought. It was obviously a normal action, but he felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.

So he quickly stretched his hand back, made a fist and coughed lightly: "It's better, you have a good rest today, don't walk the dog, I'll take it home and help you raise it for a day."

"Oh." He Ting was unresponsive, and it took a long time to squeeze out a thank you.

Within a few minutes, Jiang Xindong took Bian Mu away. He Ting looked at the backs of the person and the dog leaving, and touched the roots of his ears, but it was still very hot.

For the first time, he discovered that he would envy a dog.

In the evening, when I had a conversation with Xu Ming, the other party inexplicably popped out: "How does it feel to like someone?"

He Ting immediately thought of Jiang Xindong, with a shake of his hand, he was cut down by the opponent's hero, and the computer screen turned black and white in seconds.

"Forget it," Xu Ming listened to the game prompt, and sighed, "You don't even know if I ask you."

The two concentrated on operating the mouse, and only the noisy background sound of the game remained in the headphones.After a while, He Ting suddenly said, "Like a fever."

"What?" Xu Ming didn't know why.

"I said, liking someone," He Ting half-opened his eyes, his voice was so low that he seemed to be talking to himself, "it's like having a high fever."