summer passerby

He Ting suddenly felt a little unhappy, why Dai Ruochi's likes can be seen, but his likes will be submerged in the torrent?

That is, in about ten minutes, he dug out the Jiang Xindong that he had drawn on the Ipad in the past few years, posted about ten of them in one breath, posted them on the Weibo trumpet and @Crush江信冬.

Jiang Xindong would be hit by Aite tens of thousands of times a day, so naturally he didn't notice him.But his fans quickly captured He Ting's Weibo.

He Ting woke up in the morning, turned on his mobile phone to check the time as usual, and suddenly found that the usually deserted Weibo account had added a three-digit number of fans, and there were nearly [-] unread messages, messages, and private messages. , Some people commented on Jiang Xindong's Weibo.

He was dazed for a while, and then roughly scanned everyone's messages.Almost all the wives are so powerful, Dongdong is so handsome, and some ask him in private messages if he will accept the illustration order.

The most popular one was drawn by him two years ago, with more than 2000 comments.

That year was the second year of Crush's debut, God rewarded him with food, Jiang Xindong had a unique voice, he wrote lyrics and composed music, and the rest of the band had their own merits.The reorganized Crush is like a dark horse in the music scene, ranking high in various music charts and sweeping away all major music awards in the Chinese music scene.

The winter in New York was extremely cold that year, and the statues in Times Square were covered with a thick layer of ice. He Ting had just recovered from severe depression, and he sat next to the heater with his computer and drew for a day on Christmas.

The painting is of Jiang Xindong looking back at the concert for a moment, his eyes are lightly closed, the tip of his nose just props up a beam of light behind him, half of his face is covered in the halo of the stage, and the lines of facial muscles are clean and three-dimensional.

Kind of cool.

After finishing the painting, He Ting sat on a chair and drank a cup of hot tea, feeling that this winter was not that cold.

This painting became popular mainly because Jiang Xindong's hair in it is blue-gray.He has never dyed this color, and he is often black on stage, with a few streaks at most.But that blue hair added a bit of vitality to the original monotonous picture, and the handsome facial features also took on a new look.

Fans took this painting and tweeted about him on Weibo:

Xiaoxiaoxiao is in her teens: what kind of fairy is my wife, she was teased by the blue-haired Dongdong! ! @Crush Jiang Xindong @Kdfskswibb

Letter to Winter: Brother Dong, please dye this color, okay @Crush江信冬

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For the popular Crush, the weekend is no different from the working day, and Saturday is another day to record songs.

At lunch, Meng Si handed the phone to Jiang Xindong, and this picture happened to be on the screen.

"Your fans asked you to dye your hair this color," Meng Si said.

Zhuang Gaoyang turned his head to look, his eyes lit up: "Yo, he's quite handsome."

Jiang Xindong glanced over and was immediately attracted by that blue hair.He had no reason to recall that many years ago, He heard that if he dyed his hair blue, he would look good.

After being stunned for a while, he took the phone and zoomed in on the picture for a closer look.

The brush strokes of this painter are somewhat similar to He Ting's, but He Ting will write his initials in the lower right corner of each painting - HT, but this painting does not.

Jiang Xindong found the painter's Weibo, the profile was blank, the profile picture was a black letter T, and the name was "Kdfskswibb", which was as perfunctory as if it was rolled out of the keyboard.All the like records on the Weibo homepage are related to him.Apart from the dozen or so paintings, there is only one Weibo post three weeks ago, with three simple words: I am back.

Positioning is the Capital Airport.

He heard in the car yesterday that he had just returned to China for three weeks.

Jiang Xindong stared at the phone intently, his palm was a little hot, as if the residual warmth from holding He Ting's wrist yesterday hadn't faded away, a strong indescribable emotion welled up in his throat.

For a moment, he thought it was He Ting's painting, and he could even imagine the picture of He Ting sometimes contemplating and sometimes holding the brush, with the broken hair on both sides gently draped.

But he doesn't have any evidence, and there is a high probability that he is self-indulgent.

The last time I met He Ting and Zong Gu at the Japanese grocery store, they were chatting and laughing, they had a very good relationship, and they wouldn't be so bored as to draw him every day.

Most likely it's an old mistake again, with a bit of obsession and stubbornness, everyone looks like He Ting.

Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Kaiyun appeared behind him at some point, patted him on the shoulder hard, and encouraged him: "The next concert, we will be one by one and blow up the audience."

"Do you want to perform colorful burial of love family?" Yi Fan gave him a disgusted look and said he would not do it.

Chen Kaiyuan refused to accept it and argued with him.

There was a lot of noise in the room, and no one noticed that Jiang Xindong was a little absent-minded today, so that he went into the recording studio without finishing lunch.

After meeting at the Japanese grocery store last time, Dai Ruochi's initiative exceeded Jiang Xindong's imagination.I send him messages every day, from simple greetings to occasional video sharing, and many active invitations.

A dozen WeChat messages a day.

He sometimes returns, sometimes not, and declines all appointments.On the one hand, he was really busy, on the other hand, he didn't think about whether to continue developing with the other party.

He really wanted to start a relationship again, and he didn't hate Dai Ruochi, but the other party's eager approach made him just want to hide.

Dai Ruochi spoke and acted in a gentle manner, seemingly harmless to humans and animals.But there is a bit of tenacity in his bones, and he is not discouraged when he is left out. He still happily went to Jiang Xindong the next day.

He sent another text message in the car yesterday, saying that there was an art exhibition, and asked Jiang Xindong if he was interested.

Jiang Xindong held his mobile phone, didn't even click on the link of the art exhibition, and directly replied that he was sorry and would not go to public places.

He simply replied hello with a smile on his face.

In the afternoon, Dai Ruobei came to record songs with them. Halfway through the recording, Dai Ruochi came with big bags of food and drinks.

No one is against the food, and the rest of Crush and the young lyricist hit it off right away.Dai Ruochi's gaze was firmly locked on Jiang Xindong the whole time, his eyes were burning, and he could tell what he was thinking at a glance.

Anyone with a little bit of eyesight knows it well, except Chen Kaiyun.

He was missing a string in his brain, and while stuffing crispy salted chicken into his mouth, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Dai Ruochi: "Ruochi, I found out that you are very special to our Brother Dong, why does he add meat to his meal but not ours?"

"Because I've always been a fan of Brother Dong." Dai Ruochi touched his head and smiled innocently, "Next time, I will definitely add meat to you next time."

Chen Kaiyun pursed his mouth and picked up his chopsticks to grab the meat from Jiang Xindong's bowl, but Zhuang Gaoyang hit his hand with a chopstick, screaming in pain.

Jiang Xindong didn't eat what Dai Ruochi brought, and gave it all to Chen Kaiyun.

The recording was about to end, Dai Ruochi ran up to Jiang Xindong, and asked him if he wanted to see the art exhibition together later, saying that his father knew the curator very well, and he could go in after the museum was closed.

Dai Ruobei who was on the side smiled and said nothing, thinking she was familiar with her.She heard Dai Ruochi make dozens of phone calls this morning before the matter was settled.

"I want to go too!" Chen Kaiyun yelled.

Since Crush became popular, a few of them, not to mention visiting art exhibitions, would be recognized occasionally wearing masks while walking at night, with no privacy and freedom at all.

Yi Fan slapped him hard on the head, and swung Chen Kaiyun's neck: "Don't disturb others, isn't it okay for a single dog to play ranking with me?"

Dai Ruochi blinked, seeing that Jiang Xindong didn't speak, so he pulled Chen Kaiyuan over and said with a smile, "Let's go together."

The exhibition is a Chagall special.Dai Ruochi is so persistent in coming because Jiang Xindong posted a few Chagall paintings in his early Weibo.

But he didn't know that the reason why Jiang Xindong posted it was because of He Ting.

He Ting's favorite painter is Chagall.

He Ting went to the hospital for an examination on Saturday morning, and the test result was still moderately depressed, the same as before in the United States.The doctor prescribed medicine for him and advised him to consult a psychiatrist at the same time and consider resigning if necessary.

Holding the test results, He Ting didn't feel much, at least better than the severe depression three years ago.

He didn't plan to resign, either, because he had no money, and second, he might be even more troubled when he was free.

In the afternoon, he took He Chenxing to see Chagall's art exhibition, which was as romantic and bright as ever, dreamlike.

After returning to the hospital for dinner, he found that there were many more fans on Weibo. Some netizens left a message saying that he was a "little star chasing expert". After reading a few more pages, he realized that it was because Jiang Xindong followed him.

He Ting held the phone in a daze. He clicked on Jiang Xindong's homepage to confirm it several times, pinched his thigh, and finally confirmed that it was true.

His Weibo trumpet only followed one person, and that person closed it after four years of his silent likes.

It seems that he is one step closer to the other party, and it is more like a joy in vain.

Because silently lying on each other's watch list will not prompt them to fall in love again.And He Ting found that he had a lot of greedy desires when facing Jiang Xindong, he wanted to hug, kiss, make/love, and also want to be forever.

But hope is for smashing.

When he was about to leave, He Chenxing excitedly picked up his mobile phone and told him that Brother Dong also went to the art exhibition today.

He Ting turned his head away, and on the screen of his phone was a picture of all Crush members being photographed at the entrance of the art exhibition.He zoomed in on the picture, and beside Jiang Xindong stood a white and thin man, Dai Ruochi.

Jiang Xindong was wearing simple black and white sportswear, with a lot of hats and masks, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Dai Ruochi stood beside him and smiled at him.

It was as if a basin of cold water was pouring from head to toe, and in the midsummer of July, He Ting felt that his breath was suffocating.

Jiang Xindong said before that he would take him to see Chagall's art exhibition, but today he took someone else to see it.

He Ting forgot how he said goodbye to He Chenxing, but only remembered that he bought a case of frozen wine in the neighborhood supermarket before going home.

After returning home, he sat on the balcony and continued to drink from the bottle. The wet bottle was stained with water in his hands. He turned on the phone several times and stared at Jiang Xindong's phone number in a daze.

He Ting had a mole on his palm, and the fortune teller said that he was the lone star of the evil spirit. He didn't believe it at first, but until the important people around him left one after another, and He Chenxing fell ill, he gradually believed in his fate, and began to hate it consciously or unconsciously. Own.

He is also very wronged, who wants to harm the loved ones, take this script of a lonely life.

Obviously he loves Jiang Xindong to the bottom of his heart, stubbornly and crazy in love, but life has torn a bloody hole for him, asking him to end this relationship himself.

In the end, he had to cruelly let him look at Jiang Xindong and others.

Why?

Xia Feng lost his eyes, as if a warm liquid flowed from the corner of his eyes.He Ting dropped another empty bottle, walking on the balcony swayed a little, his mind was in a mess, he just instinctively took out his phone and dialed the string of numbers that he couldn't forget.

The person over there answered the phone not long after, and said in He Ting's extremely familiar voice, "Hello?"

When He Ting heard this voice, he was so wronged that he wanted to cry. There were so many things he wanted to say, he moved his lips, the corners of his eyes were red, but he didn't know where to start.Finally paused, choked up and said: "Jiang Xindong, next week is my birthday."

Jiang Xindong was confused by He Ting's inexplicable lines, but the other party's nasal voice made him a little sour and uncomfortable, and he was silent for a moment before continuing to ask: "So?"

He Ting got carried away from drinking, no longer cared about face, frowned, his tone was low as if he was begging and coquettish: "You said you took me to see Chagall's art exhibition, do you still mean it?"