summer passerby

"Damn, it turns out that he really likes men..." Dai Ruobei was surprised, but she didn't forget to tease, "Then you shouldn't be happy? This will increase your chances of chasing him."

"It would be better," Dai Ruochi said sadly, "he even wrote songs for him."

"So what?" Dai Ruobei exhaled a smoke ring, "When I was with my first love, I still wanted to have a baby for him, but now I can't wait for him to wring his head off. The past doesn't mean anything, the person who is by his side now is you .”

Dai Ruochi sighed: "I don't know, I think he is always near and far away."

The assistant in the distance was walking over with a sewn cheongsam, Dai Ruobei put out his cigarette and stood up: "Didn't you say that he is going to have dinner at home tonight? You two are developing very fast."

Dai Ruochi glanced at He Ting, then shook his head: "He's been out of town for the past few days."

Dai Ruobei: "..."

Zhuang Gaoyang made an appointment with a lawyer to discuss the case of song plagiarism. Meng Si heard that this lawyer was Crush's former drummer Ai Siyi, so she was curious and wanted to follow him.

On the day of the meeting, Ai Siyi called to say that one of her clients had a problem and could not come, and that other colleagues in the group would communicate with them.

Zhuang Gaoyang hesitated: "Is your colleague reliable? How about waiting for you to have time?"

Ai Siyi said: "Reliable, he is the most serious newcomer I have ever brought."

"..." Zhuang Gaoyang was speechless for a moment, "Newcomer?"

They are full of announcements almost every day, and the time to see lawyers can be said to be squeezed out, so it is not possible to send a new person to deal with them, right?

Ai Siyi understood his concerns, and explained: "Do you still not trust me? This colleague has two years of work experience plus an internship, and he also graduated from University A. The clients he has worked with are very satisfied, and he will not let you Disappointed."

Zhuang Gaoyang glanced at his busy itinerary in recent weeks, thought for a while and said, "Okay."

Half an hour later, a young man in an ironed suit appeared at the company's front desk.The young man is slender, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his delicate nose, full of bookishness.

The lady at the front desk took him to the meeting room. Except for Chen Kaiyun who was in other places to participate in the recording of variety shows, all other members of Crush arrived.The young man lingered on Jiang Xindong for a few seconds, then politely bowed slightly to everyone: "I have kept you waiting for a long time. Sister Ai encountered an urgent matter today, so I will take her place. My surname is Ye, and my name is Zhiming, the Zhiming who knows herself. "

Meng Si poured water for everyone, Zhuang Gaoyang talked about the case straight to the point, and Ye Zhiming answered his and Yi Fan's questions one by one.

After everyone else had finished asking, Jiang Xindong spoke unhurriedly.Although his tone was flat, the questions he asked were professional and tricky. Ye Zhiming was inexplicably nervous, and even began to suspect that this person actually majored in law.

If you want to classify all customers, then Jiang Xindong will definitely be classified as the most difficult to fool.This kind of person will understand all relevant legal provisions and even past cases before consulting to ensure that the conversation is efficient and useful.

Afraid that the logic was not rigorous enough, Ye Zhiming had to organize the words in his head before answering each time, because his intuition told him that as long as he missed a piece of information, Jiang Xindong would be able to hear it quickly.

Strict question and answer, 10 minutes later, Jiang Xindong turned around and asked everyone: "Do you have any questions?"

Everyone shook their heads, Zhuang Gaoyang closed the document in his hand and joked: "I'll call Siyi later to say we don't need her anymore."

Everyone present laughed, and Jiang Xindong pursed his lips slightly.

Ye Zhiming finally breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he did well.

The incandescent lamp on the ceiling brightly illuminated the white paper in his hand, he thought while arranging the materials, it turns out that He Ting likes the hexagram of being rational and capable.

When he came out of the building, he sent He Ting a WeChat message: I just met Jiang Xindong, in their company.

It took a long time to reply: What are you doing?

Ye Zhiming: A song he wrote was copied, and there was a lot of trouble on the Internet. Our company took over the case.

He Ting: Oh, Weibo has been offloaded, and I don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry.

Ye Zhiming: That song is called "Listen".

He Ting: Oh.

Ye Zhiming typed a line of words on the phone keyboard with his fingertips, and then deleted them after thinking about it for a while.

He originally wanted to say that based on the release time and content of the song, I guess it was written for you, but after thinking about it carefully, doesn't He Ting know it better than him?Since the other party has no intention of continuing the conversation along this topic, then he has no need to gossip.

The sycamore tree on the side of the road had fallen yellow leaves all over the ground. He stepped on it, and another line of text was changed in the input box of the phone: Is your brother feeling better recently?

He Ting: No.

The smell of disinfectant and various medicines was mixed in the ward, and the withered and fallen trees stood upright outside the window, like a person who had lost all his hair.

He Chenxing has been suffering from high fever for the past few days, and he took a drip and medicine at noon, and the fever finally subsided in the afternoon.

He Ting and Li Man came out of Dr. Shen's office. The two had been anxious for several days, and their faces were slightly haggard.

There was an extra person in a wheelchair in the ward. It was Ni Meng, the little girl who always liked to chat with He Chenxing in the hospital.

Through the slit of the door of the ward, you can see small game cards on the table, and the two of them are having fun.Since the transplant rejection started, they rarely saw He Chenxing smiling.

He Ting stood at the door and hesitated for a few seconds, not wanting to push the door to disturb her.

Li Man seemed to have the same idea, she turned her head to He Wenwen, she was going home to get a change of clothes, and asked if he wanted to come together.

He Ting refused, and sat in the hospital corridor and waited for half an hour. After the nurse went in, Ni Meng came out.

Seeing He Ting in the corridor, she was surprised: "Brother, how long have you been waiting here? Why don't you go in?"

He Ting stood up: "I just finished chatting with the doctor, are you going back to the ward? I'll take you back."

"No, no, no," Ni Meng pushed the wheelchair with ease, sticking out his tongue, "I'm already proficient."

In the ward, He Chenxing was inserted with an infusion needle by the nurse again, looking sickly.

He Ting went in and rubbed his hair: "Didn't you smile happily just now, why did your face collapse when you saw me?"

He Chenxing looked at the needle in his hand, his eyebrows turned blue due to sickness showed a bit of disgust, the meaning was obvious, who can still keep smiling after intubation and injection every day?

"Look at the tree outside, it's bare now, but next spring the leaves will all grow back." He Ting looked out the window, unable to tell whether he was convincing He Chenxing or himself, "So next spring your hair will be green too." grow out."

He Ting was really seldom and not very good at comforting others, He Chenxing knew that he had tried his best, his pale lips turned up, he closed his eyes and fell into a dream in a daze.

Playing games with Ni Meng seems to have exhausted all his energy today, and he needs to rest.

During dinner at night, he suddenly asked He Ting: "Brother, what will you give to the person you like?"

He Ting thought for a moment and said, "I'll give him my most important thing, or his favorite thing."

"The most important thing?" He Chenxing wondered, "Is it my racing car model?"

Although He Wenbin is committed to cultivating He Chenxing into an elite academic master, his favorite thing is racing cars.Several of his most precious racing car models were built with Lego, and two of them were sent by He Ting.

"What do girls like?" He Chenxing was still confused.

"Tsk," He Ting knew what he meant, and raised his brows slightly, "I would like beautiful flowers, maybe jewelry, necklaces and rings."

He Chenxing stared at the whitish ceiling, and whispered, "Then I'll see her off later."

This winter is colder than in previous years. The bitter cold wind blows across the city, and pedestrians wrap up their coats early.

He Chenxing's condition worsened more urgently and more violently than expected.

Vomiting, diarrhea, and sudden high fever, that is, for a week or two, and she was so thin that she was out of shape.

He Wenbin didn't dare to fly around anymore, he put down his work and stayed in the hospital every day.

On a light rainy night, a fierce quarrel broke out between him and Li Man.He thought it was because the doctor was not skilled, and said he wanted to transfer He Chenxing to another hospital. Li Man accused him of being busy with business in the early stage, and didn't care much about He Chenxing at all.

In fact, the quarrel between the two is not the same fight at all, but just looking for an opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction.

He Ting threw the two of them out of the ward, put on earphones for He Chenxing who was in a drowsy sleep, and sat by the bed to listen to the sound of the rain.The rain was still falling, and after more than ten minutes, the two people outside finally turned off the fire under the persuasion of the nurse.

He Ting walked out, bypassed He Wenbin, walked to Li Man's side and said, "You haven't had dinner yet, shall we go together?"

Li Man nodded and stood up to accompany him out of the hospital.

At nine o'clock in the evening, there were several tables of guests sitting in a small restaurant near the hospital.

Li Man had just cried, and his eyes were red.Since He Chenxing's condition worsened, she has lost a lot of weight, and she is no longer obsessed with dressing up as an exquisite lady. She goes to and from the hospital and home in sportswear without makeup every day.

He Chenxing's situation is very bad. To be honest, neither of them is in the mood to chat.

When the food was on the table, He Ting took a few mouthfuls and put down his chopsticks: "I think we can consult a few more doctors."

"I know, in fact, I just can't swallow this breath." Li Man covered his face, his eyes were red again, "Your father only knows about business."

He Ting didn't speak, and handed her a tissue.

Li Man took the tissue to wipe away her tears, looked at He Ting and thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not a qualified stepmother."

He Ting frowned, and had nothing to say about this sudden apology.

"It's only recently that I realized that you really treat Xing Xing as your younger brother." Probably because of guilt, Li Man's voice gradually weakened, "Even if we treated you like that before..."

He Ting raised the corner of his mouth and teased, "What does what you do have anything to do with He Chenxing?"

"When I sent you abroad, I really thought how could two men...be good?" Li Man raised his head carefully and asked, "You...you got depression because of this?"

He Ting quickly closed his eyes and shook his head: "Don't mention it, it's already over."

The words passed, but Li Man could clearly feel the pain and rejection in his pupils.After weighing it over and over again, she decided not to ask any more questions for the time being.

He Wenbin did what he said, and started contacting top leukemia experts at home and abroad overnight.The case was sent to He Chenxing, but the reply was surprisingly unanimous: "Unfortunately, with the current situation, we can't guarantee that it will be cured if it is reversed."

In fact, this answer is not surprising. Dr. Shen is one of the best people in the treatment of leukemia in China. When he said there was nothing to do, most of the time he really had nothing to do.

He Chenxing slept more and more, and when he woke up, he was always in pain, and some blood spots appeared on his body for no reason.

He Ting took out his mobile phone and checked it. The internet said it was a symptom of advanced leukemia.

At that moment, his heart sank violently, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and lost all warmth, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses—why was it late?

A few days before the winter solstice, He Chenxing woke up and suddenly insisted on going home.

Li Man went to consult the doctor's opinion. Dr. Shen lowered his eyelids with a gloomy expression: "If it was me, I would take him home."

Concise and concise, if omitted, everyone knows that He Chenxing's time is numbered.

Li Man cried and asked her aunt to pack her luggage and took He Chenxing home.

It snowed that night, and a thick layer flooded the streets and lanes.

In He Wenbin's villa, it was rare for a family of four to gather together and have a sumptuous dinner in a harmonious atmosphere.

He Chenxing couldn't get out of bed, and his appetite was always poor, but he ate everything Li Man fed that day.

After eating, he fell asleep for a long time and didn't wake up until the next day.