summer passerby

The old alleys in the north of the city are criss-crossed and mottled.When the lanterns come on, it is the time when the fireworks are in full bloom, and the hot pot base smell of chili oil mixed with fresh meat infects the whole street, which can be smelled from far away.

There are a group of authentic hot pot restaurants gathered here, which is a place where locals often come.

A few tables were set up in twos and threes at the corner of the alley, and there were four young people sitting at the table by the wall. Unlike the laughter and laughter in the past, they seemed extraordinarily silent today.

Because this may be a breakup meal, but everyone knows it.

A month ago, Crush received a variety show invitation from Lotte Satellite TV, and the contract stated that the selected champion would directly sign a contract with Yangxin Entertainment.

Yangxin Entertainment, one of the hottest brokerage companies in China, has a large number of artists and covers a wide range of fields. After making many singers popular one after another, in the past two years, it has begun to expand its business to a smaller and more refined field - rap, Men's and women's groups, and bands.

It is said that Crush was not originally on the invitation list, but a band that was preparing to participate took drugs last week and became a hot search, and the organizer had to temporarily change the band.

The audition starts two months later and lasts for four months. If you decide to participate, the band must prepare in the early stage, and there will be a lot of rehearsals during the competition.Do the math, it will be gone in half a year.

The band members already have other plans and arrangements, such as Ai Siyi signed a law firm internship, and Jiang Xindong has a math competition to participate in.

The chili oil in the pot was steaming, and no one put down their chopsticks for a long time. It was Zhuang Gaoyang who spoke first: "I don't think it's a loss. If you sign the championship, you won't lose anything..."

"I have no intention of signing a brokerage company." Jiang Xindong interrupted him coldly.

Zhuang Gaoyang curled his lips in disdain: "Do you think the championship is so easy to win? Maybe they have already decided on it..."

"Internal decision?" Jiang Xindong's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to be weighing the pros and cons calmly: "Then what's the point of participating in the draft?"

Zhuang Gaoyang was so angry that he almost didn't bring it up. Before he could open his mouth, Yi Fan next to him robbed him: "What the hell is the point! I just want more people to hear our music, is there a problem?"

Jiang Xindong didn't want to argue with the excited people, so he glanced at him and said, "No problem."

Recently, everyone has accumulated too much negative emotions about the band's reunion and parting, and there is a lot of energy in each other's hearts, and I don't know when it will suddenly explode.

And the draft invitation I received today was like a sharp knife, cutting a hole in the peaceful embankment, and the long-standing grievances gushed out like a flood of teeth and claws.

Yi Fan suddenly poured a lot of cold beer into his stomach, and raised his hand to wipe away the remaining alcohol on his mouth. Jiang Xindong glanced at him from the corner of his eye and said, "Since there is no problem, why bother? Sign up for the competition."

"I..." Jiang Xindong hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't have time."

Yi Fan's blood rushed up little by little, rushing to his temples and burning away most of his sanity, leaving only anger and unwillingness in his eyes.He stared straight at Jiang Xindong, and said word by word: "You, really, selfish!"

The wind in September is not too cold, but Jiang Xindong couldn't help shivering.

He has never been a person who does whatever he wants, compared to the relaxed Yi Fan, he has many concerns.The father on the hospital bed, with an ordinary family background, reminded him all the time that he needed a quick and stable income, and the elusive entertainment industry was never in his life plan.

"Hey, that's too much." Zhuang Gaoyang stood up and took Yi Fan's wine bottle, turned his head and yelled at Jiang Xindong, "He's drunk."

Yi Fan pushed Zhuang Gaoyang away, stared back and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"That's not his fault..." Zhuang Gaoyang sighed, "When we formed the band, we never said that we should regard music as our main business."

When we first formed a band, it was because of like-mindedness and pure love.

No one expected that after a few years, the band would sing better and better, so good that it might develop into a lifelong career.

Jiang Xindong pinched the center of his brows distractedly, and tried to explain: "I'm going to participate in the modeling competition at the end of the year, and now I quit if I say quit, what about the other two people in the same group?"

Yi Fan's eyes turned red, and he slapped the table and stood up and questioned him: "They are your brothers, aren't we?! What will we do when you leave? What the hell is the band doing without the lead singer?"

This movement was not small, and it attracted the attention of people around, and someone beside him began to whisper.

Jiang Xindong raised his head, stared blankly at Yi Fan, took a deep breath after a while, and said in a very low voice, "I'm sorry."

Yi Fan squeezed the beer bottles and cans in his hands into a ball of scrap metal and threw them on the ground, cursing, "Fuck!"

The girl at the next table was so frightened that she quickly moved the chair to the other side.

Yi Fan frowned in thought, then raised his chin slightly and asked Ai Siyi, "What about you? Do you want to participate?"

"I..." Ai Siyi paused, lowered her eyes and replied in a low voice, "I signed a law firm..."

"Okay, okay," Yi Fan touched his cheek with his tongue, and sneered, "It's gone, what band? What ideal? It's all fucking bullshit!"

After speaking, he kicked the beer can on the ground forcefully, turned around and walked away.

Jiang Xindong sat for a long time before recovering, and Yi Fan's words that you are so selfish always lingered in his mind like a light on his back.

This hot pot meal was so unpleasant that even Zhuang Gaoyang, who usually talks a lot, lost his interest and buried himself in drinking.

There was a table of food, but no one could eat it, but the last three drank a lot.

Ai Siyi was overwhelmed with alcohol, and started to lose her mind after speaking for a long time.

Jiang Xindong wanted to pay the bill and leave, but Ai Siyi pulled her cuffs, she looked at him quietly, and suddenly said: "You know that I joined the band because of you?"

Jiang Xindong was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong, he bent his head down and asked, "What?"

Seeing this, Zhuang Gaoyang stood up knowingly and wisely, saying that he was going to the toilet.

Ai Siyi hiccupped and continued: "At that time, you said that the band lacked a drummer, so I secretly went to learn it."

"Actually, I don't like playing drums. After practicing for more than three years, I still don't like it very much, just like you still don't like me."

"So I gave up and I'm going to do what I want to do."

Jiang Xindong looked at her in disbelief, time seemed to have stood still, and the crowd around them was extremely noisy.

There are too many things to digest this night, and he only feels a headache.

"Surprised?" Ai Siyi sighed with a slight smile, "I've always liked you."

After all, she looked closely at the shocked person in front of her eyes. Whether the liking that had been suppressed in her body all these years was lost or lost, all her thoughts were released at this moment and condensed in her eyes.

The secret love is too tiring, today she wants Jiang Xindong to say something.

The person who was suddenly confessed was sitting there stunned. He had indeed vaguely felt Ai Siyi's unusual feelings for him, but he didn't dare to conclude arrogantly.

He thought that love was not worth mentioning against the background of many years of friendship. He thought that he had already paid attention to the proportion of communication in daily life, but he never thought that Ai Siyi even joined the band because of him.

Three years is not three days, it is impossible for him to remain unmoved.

But ask yourself, would he expect to have a future with Ai Siyi?

never had.

The night wind was blowing, Jiang Xindong opened his mouth, hesitated for a few seconds, and said frankly and seriously: "You should have lived the life you wanted long ago, and you shouldn't do anything because of me."

The light in Ai Siyi's eyes disappeared.

"I knew I wouldn't be an exception," she laughed self-deprecatingly, flipped her hand in the air, but her voice was a little choked up, "I'm fine, I'm really fine..."

After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth and hiccupped, lying on the table, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she couldn't tell whether she was laughing or crying.

Surrounded by tables of customers who were eating hot pot and chatting and bragging, no one noticed her.

It was the first time Jiang Xindong saw Ai Siyi like this, and he was at a loss.

He reached out his hand to help, but it was opened, and Ai Siyi told him to go away with a crying voice.

Jiang Xindong withdrew his hand, as if it was inappropriate to do anything at this time.

irritable.

Fortunately, Zhuang Gaoyang came back, he looked at the people lying on the table, then at Jiang Xindong who was stunned, raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "It's over?"

Jiang Xindong didn't understand what he meant by the end. Anyway, his mind was in a mess, so he nodded vaguely, pointed at Ai Siyi and said, "Send her back to school."

"What about you?" Zhuang Gaoyang asked, "Not coming back?"

"I won't go back." Jiang Xindong stood up, drunk, and then felt a little swaying.He propped one hand on the table and rubbed his temple with the other hand. After standing for half a minute, he went to the clerk to pay the bill.

Zhuang Gaoyang seemed to say something behind his back, but he didn't hear clearly, and he didn't want to hear it.

Yi Fan said he was selfish, but Ai Siyi told him to leave, overnight, he was rejected by his two best friends.

He didn't know what he'd done wrong, probably all of them.

He didn't want to go back to school, and he didn't want to go home. Perhaps escaping would make him feel better.

The cold wind kicked up the dust on the ground. He pulled up the hood of his hoodie and put it over his head, then turned and walked into a dark alley.

He Ting was discharged from the hospital and returned home, his feet recovered in a seven-seven-period manner, and he missed ten days of classes, but he didn't care.

He's been in the hospital for the past few days, and Xu Ming hasn't been idle.I still couldn't hold back my violent temper. On the playground, I met one of the troublemakers in the billiard room. I rushed to hit them. Both of them were recorded as major demerits by the school. Now they are detained at home for reflection.

The direct result is that no one will accompany He Ting to the bar this weekend.

In the evening, he went out to walk his dog bored, and when he came home, he suddenly found a familiar figure in the aisle.

The man was sitting at the door of his house, most of his face was hidden in his hoodie, his long legs were crossed, and his eyes were downcast.The pale lamp above his head shone on his deep side face, revealing a bit of loneliness.

When Er Qi saw an acquaintance, he was so excited that he broke free from the chain, and threw himself on the man.

He Ting was in a daze for a while, then shook his head, suspecting that he was in a dream.

The person on the ground smelled strongly of alcohol, looked up at He Ting, smiled dryly, and said, "Coincident."

After a hasty farewell at the hospital last time, He Ting hadn't seen Jiang Xindong for almost half a month, and the matter of tutoring on weekends seemed to have disappeared with the text message that he didn't need tutoring, and there was no follow-up.

He knew that University A had started, and Jiang Xindong must have a lot of things to do. He thought that many people would gradually fade in memory with the passage of time, and they would never be involved again.

But at the moment when they were caught off guard and looked at each other, their hearts still jumped violently for no reason.

The hallway was unusually quiet, and the sound of his heartbeat was too clear. He felt a sense of unreality. He stared at Jiang Xindong for a while before choking: "What a coincidence, this is my door."

Jiang Xindong let out an "oh" and staggered up while leaning on the wall: "I want to see... Erqi."

After speaking, he bent down and patted Erqi's dog's head, and asked softly, "Have you thought about me recently?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but He Ting felt that when Jiang Xindong said this, he intentionally or unintentionally cast a glance in this direction, and his distracted eyes became clear when they fell on him.

This dazed glance made him distracted.

He quickly avoided Jiang Xindong's sight and asked, "You came here in the middle of the night just to pet the dog?"

Jiang Xindong responded perfunctorily: "Yes."

"..." He Ting took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, "If you want it, you can take it home and play for a few days. I just want to rest..."

"He Ting," Jiang Xindong interrupted him, stepped forward a few steps, and stood upright in front of him, "Wait a minute."

He Ting raised his head: "Huh?"

Jiang Xindong propped his elbows against the wall, leaned forward, and stopped at a position almost close to He Ting's face, with a slightly hoarse voice: "I have a question."

The scorching breath hit He Ting's ears, and quickly spread to his internal organs. He saw some strong emotions in Jiang Xindong's eyes, and for a moment he forgot how to speak.

Jiang Xindong also stared at him, his brain seemed to be shut down, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "Do you... still need to make up lessons?"

He Ting was stunned: "Huh?"

"Why don't you want to make up lessons?"

"No reason."

Jiang Xindong frowned in dissatisfaction, his gaze swept over He Ting's eyes, nose, and mouth, as if to see through him: "Tell the truth."

He Ting suddenly lost his temper. He felt that this person was obviously very clear, but he still asked such embarrassing questions.

What is the truth?Admit that I like you, and then accept your sarcastic remarks again?

You don't know what it's like to miss someone, and you don't know the panic and loss in your heart after being pushed away by indifference.

So you have nothing to worry about, so you are elegant and comfortable, come when you are in a bad mood, and leave after reading a joke.

And every time, I always have to work hard to miss you a little less after parting.

It's my wishful thinking, it's my self-indulgence, I admit defeat, I give up.

"Why?" He Ting lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth dryly: "Don't you know?"

Jiang Xindong didn't say a word, still staring at him scorchingly, as if he wanted to see a hole in his face.

He Ting grabbed Jiang Xindong's collar abruptly and brought it to his side, leaned his face closer and asked, "Want to know?"

It was almost the distance between the tip of the nose and the tip of the nose, and the hot air wafted across the cheeks in an instant, burning his whole body, Jiang Xindong's eyelids twitched violently, and his body shrank back instinctively.

He Ting noticed Jiang Xindong's uneasiness, frowned imperceptibly, and then laughed casually: "Because I want to kiss you, hug you, and sleep with you!"

Jiang Xindong seemed to be shocked by his words, unable to say a word for a long time.He Ting took a deep breath, and continued: "I'm such a filthy homosexual who has dirty thoughts about you! Is this reason enough?"

After he finished speaking, he took back the hand that was tightly pinching Jiang Xindong's collar, and found that he was shaking violently.He pulled Er Qi into the room, and was about to close the door. He glanced at the stunned person in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't look for me on a whim."

Relaxed, relieved, and a little uncomfortable.

fuck it.

It's over anyway.

With that said, he backhanded to close the door.

The hand was held.

The joints of that hand were well defined, thin and strong, and the fingertips touched the back of his hand, with a strange warm touch.

The next second, he was pushed back by a powerful force.

The silver-white moonlight shines through the window and sprinkles sparsely on the floor, either light or shallow.

In a dim corner with low light, Jiang Xindong pushed him against the wall, pinched his chin with one hand, leaned over and kissed him brutally.