summer passerby

Half a minute later, Dr. Shen came out of the operating room, just happened to bump into He Ting in the corridor, told him something related to He Chenxing, and then suddenly asked him: "How are you doing?"

"Me?" He couldn't understand, so he was very confused.

"Last time your dad asked me to help you find a psychiatrist," Dr. Shen said, "but I want to know about your situation first. Are you taking medicine now?"

He Ting was stunned, and it took him a while to realize that Dr. Shen was talking about his depression.He had filled out a medical record form before the bone marrow transplant operation. Dr. Shen looked at the form and sighed, and probably wrote it down.

He Ting raised his eyebrows slightly: "My dad knows?"

No wonder he's been acting like a dummy lately.

Dr. Shen lifted up the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I heard that you were abroad when you were diagnosed, but no matter how far away you are, you should communicate with your parents about this kind of thing."

He Ting smiled, thinking that this has nothing to do with physical distance.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Dr. Shen continued: "I know several experienced psychologists, but I want to confirm your current situation first."

"Thank you," He Ting didn't care, "but no need."

Dr. Shen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a rushing nurse.The patient in the next ward had an emergency. He took two steps in three steps and disappeared in the corridor within a few seconds.

He Ting stood at the door of the ward for half a minute, then pushed open the door of He Chenxing's ward and entered.

The room seemed to have been silent for a while. After entering the room, Jiang Xindong and He Chenxing stared straight at him, and no one made a sound.

"What's wrong? My face is blooming?" He heard that he pulled out a chair and sat down, "Go on."

Jiang Xindong raised his watch to check the time, stood up and said, "It's too late, I should go."

He Ting nodded, remembering that Erqi was still at home: "I didn't know you were coming today, Erqi is at home, I will give it to your assistant tomorrow."

Jiang Xindong thought for a few seconds: "Aren't you going home today?"

"Back," He Ting took a sip of the water beside the table, "but it will take a while."

Jiang Xindong sat back calmly again: "Then I will wait for you."

Maybe it was because he drank water too fast, He Ting coughed because of choking, wiped the water from his mouth after a few seconds, and nodded.

While washing with He Chenxing, He Tingcong picked up some nice words from the doctor's words, and swallowed all the bad ones.

In fact, it was known before the operation that the patient may have a rejection reaction after the bone marrow transplant operation, and in the worst case it may lead to death, and the mortality rate is not low.

Everyone knows it well.

It's just that He Ting didn't expect this rejection to really come, and it came so quickly that people were caught off guard.

Coming out of the hospital, he got into Jiang Xindong's car, thinking about He Chenxing's condition, absent-minded.

Jiang Xindong turned the key and reminded him: "Fasten your seat belt."

He Ting came back to his senses, pulled the seat belt buckle sideways, lowered his eyes and let out a faint "oh".

At any rate, they used to be the closest people, and there were also days when they were tacit.Jiang Xindong understood, and comforted him when he started the car: "Didn't the doctor say it's normal to have a reaction?"

This was said by Dr. Shen today, He Ting does not remember that he said it to He Chenxing.

He was slightly startled, thinking of something, his eyelids jumped up suddenly: "Did you hear what I said to Dr. Shen?"

"I didn't hear everything." Jiang Xindong turned the steering wheel around, stepped on the accelerator, and the car got on the main road and merged into the twinkling lights of the night.

"..." He Ting was a little irritable and didn't want to talk anymore.

Stupid, he is too stupid!

He even talked to the doctor about He Chenxing's condition at the door of the ward. I don't know how much the kid heard, and whether he will be thinking about it tonight.

……

The air was quiet, and Jiang Xindong turned on the music. The aesthetics have remained the same for many years, and it is still his favorite Britpop.

The delicate and magnetic British accent permeated the air, erasing a bit of boredom. He Ting found the most comfortable position and leaned on the seat, turning his head to look out the window.

At the end of a song, Jiang Xindong suddenly asked him: "Why do you need a psychiatrist?"

He Ting forgot that there was still this trouble, and after a moment of stunned, he tried his best to say in a calm tone: "It's nothing, it's my dad who made all the fuss."

Jiang Xindong narrowed his eyes, his expression full of doubts: "What kind of fussy disease, need to take medicine and see a psychiatrist?"

The scenery outside the car was receding, but He Ting was still staring at the rearview mirror motionlessly, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to think of something else through it.A few seconds later, he licked his chapped lips and whispered to himself, "Who knows, it might be depression."

Jiang Xindong suddenly turned his head and took a deep look at him, frowning.

With this look, if he didn't know that he already had an affair, He Ting might have misunderstood that he really cared.

He Ting lowered his eyes, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth, and suddenly smiled: "Damn you. I'm not happy all day long, driving a luxury car, swiping the card my father gave me , nothing is missing, what kind of mental illness can there be?"

These words are not unreasonable, He Ting has always been loose and free-spirited, with cynicism engraved in his bones, when he loves you, he can't wait to hold you in the palm of his hand, when he doesn't love you, he kicks you away and doesn't even bother to give you eyes.How could such a person wrong himself?

When the green light came on, Jiang Xindong looked away noncommittally, his eyes were slightly coated with a faint cold light, and he didn't say anything more.

From the place where Hui Heting lives in the hospital, he will pass the Convention and Exhibition Center, and then there is the Vincennes Art Museum.

The place where the Chagall exhibition was held a few months ago.

On his 22nd birthday, He Ting was sitting at the entrance of this art museum, and it seemed that passers-by were coming and going.

Text messages were sent, phone calls were made, and until the street lights came on and the rain fell, Jiang Xindong still couldn't wait.

For four years, he survived the overwhelming longing and the painful days and nights, thinking that there was at least one chance to confess, but he stumbled across half the world, only to find that there was no one waiting for him.

It turns out that love has long been scattered.

Fate and timing are wonderful things, the person who has studied for four years is now sitting next to him, within reach, but he miraculously loses all desire to talk.

The car slowly drove to the entrance of the art museum. It was too late at night, only sporadic street lights were on, vaguely outlining the outline of the building.

Jiang Xindong was thoughtful, and asked him after a while: "How long did you wait that day?"

All he could see was the bench at the entrance of the art gallery, and He Ting suddenly remembered the bone-chilling and chill of the rain soaking into his skin.He chewed his gum slowly, his eyes gradually losing warmth: "How long can we wait? Half an hour at most."

Jiang Xindong's posture of turning the steering wheel paused for a moment, and the interlaced lights of the city cast from the windshield flowed quickly over He Ting's beautiful facial features one after another.

With bright or dark light, he glanced sideways at He Ting and frowned imperceptibly: "Then you talked about it this morning?"

He Ting casually blew a bubble, with a dull expression: "You're just kidding, I can't get up at all."

At the intersection, the red light was on, Jiang Xindong stepped on the brakes for a moment of silence, then turned to look at him meaningfully: "How many words of truth do you have?"

Xu Shi was tired from a busy day, He Ting didn't want to talk more, rubbed the center of his brows, and closed his eyes wearily: "Without a few words, you just treat it as a joke. Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter anyway."

Jiang Xindong moved the corner of his mouth, but seeing He Ting's frown obviously, he finally said nothing.

It was cold at night in late autumn, but the heater in the car was fully turned on, and He Ting fell asleep not long after leaning on the seat.

When he woke up, he had already arrived at the door of his house, he was still in the car, and Jiang Xindong was still beside him.

He took out his mobile phone and found that it was already one o'clock in the evening. It stands to reason that his home is not far from the hospital, so he should have arrived early.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" He rubbed his neck and sat up straight.

"Just arrived," Jiang Xindong lowered his expression, "Traffic jam."

He Ting opened the car door, and was blown by a gust of cold wind, sobering up a lot: "What time is it, why is there still a traffic jam?"

Jiang Xindong didn't intend to answer him, just opened the door and got out of the car.

Hearing that he was not wearing a mask or hat, He stepped in front of him and said, "I'll just go and get it. Are you afraid of being recognized?"

Jiang Xindong stared at his thumb that was still in plaster for a while: "Let's go together."

There are a lot of Crush aids at home, and He Ting couldn't remember exactly where they put them. To avoid embarrassment, he asked Jiang Xindong to wait at the door. He didn't intend to invite big stars into the house at all.

Erqi hadn't seen Jiang Xindong for a long time, and rubbed his face against him vigorously. When He Ting came out with two sacks of toy food, he realized that it was time to go back, and immediately bowed his head dejectedly.

Jiang Xindong took the two sacks and weighed them a few times: "Buy so many?"

He Ting knelt down and patted the dog's head: "I don't know how many times I can see it in the future."

Jiang Xindong: "...I didn't stop you from meeting."

"It's not because of this." He Ting stood up and leaned against the wall, and said casually, "I plan to return to New York after Chen Xing's condition stabilizes."

Jiang Xindong's eyes paused, and he silently twitched the corners of his lips, saying indifferently, "Then take care."

Nothing else.

The night was long, and after a light word of care, the two bid farewell.

Early the next morning, Jiang Xindong sent Erqi back to Meng Banmei's residence.

Hudou had been waiting at the door of the house for a long time, and the two dogs wrestled into a ball as soon as they met.

Meng Banmei was watching the drama on the sofa, knitting wool in her hands, and joked with a smile: "Look at you, you only take Erqi for taking pictures, and Hu Dou is so wronged at home."

"Erqi likes the camera," Jiang Xindong said, putting two sacks of things on the ground, pointing his chin in the direction of the two dogs, "toys and snacks bought for him."

Meng Banmei raised her reading glasses and asked, "Did your friend buy them?"

Jiang Xindong nodded.

Meng Banmei withdrew her gaze, and continued to lower her head to thread the needle: "Your friend is too polite. He took Erqi to play for a week and bought so many things."

"Well," Jiang Xindong took off his coat and hung it at the entrance, walked into the living room and sat down beside the sofa, "It's He Ting, he's back."

Meng Banmei was slightly taken aback, then suppressed her smile, subconsciously stopped the movement of her hands, the ball of yarn somehow rolled to the floor, drawing a long thin thread silently.

After being absent-minded for a moment, she pursed her lips and turned her head and asked, "He... came back to look for you?"

"It happened at work." Jiang Xindong said.

"Oh." Meng Banmei nodded in a daze.

The two sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, and the atmosphere was inexplicably dull. After a while, Jiang Xindong called out "Mom".

Meng Banmei looked up: "Huh?"

Jiang Xindong said: "Your ball of yarn rolled on the ground."

"Oh." Meng Banmei bent down to pick it up, and put the half-knitted sweater into the box by the way. After doing this series of actions, she found that Jiang Xindong was still motionless, so she turned around and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Jiang Xindong crossed his long legs, and with his right index finger knuckles resting on his temple, he looked at her inexplicably: "It's nothing, I just think you're a little weird today."

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