The president loves the little monster

Dialect is having another nightmare.

He dreamed that Xia Ming was standing on the top of a twenty-story building, wearing a beautiful black windbreaker, with a thin waist, long legs, and delicate and good-looking features.

The overwhelming snowflakes fluttered down, and some flakes landed on his eyelashes, which did not melt away for a long time.

He stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes, then lowered his head slightly, looked at him among the blurred-eyed people downstairs, showed a somewhat desolate and mocking smile, and then stepped over the guardrail on the roof without hesitation, and jumped down , Stretching his arms, like a black butterfly fluttering down.

With a loud bang, Xia Ming fell face down on the concrete floor in front of him, and blood flowed over the soles of his shoes in an instant.

Fang Yan was terrified and retreated in a hurry, but Xia Ming got up extremely slowly from the concrete floor, and showed him a distorted smile with blood on his face: "Fang Yan, I loved you wrong. Remember, I love you so much. So it will become like this, it's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault——I will never forgive you, I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you—"

The sound became louder and louder, like a huge gong repeatedly echoing in his ears, shaking his eardrums with severe pain and making him dizzy.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of cars and people on the street became noisy again, and the neon lights flickered endlessly.

"farewell."

Xia Ming showed him a bloody and ferocious sneer in the uncertain light, and then left without looking back.

Fang Yan reached out to tug on his sleeve, but only got a hand of air.

He shivered violently, woke up from the nightmare, felt that his back and forehead were covered with cold sweat, his chest was so oppressed that he was almost suffocated, and he had to gulp and gulp like a fish out of water. Breathe in to get the oxygen you need to survive.

After a while, he recovered from the nightmare that froze his bone marrow, and reached out to turn on the night light by the bed.

At this moment, he saw a pale face emerging from the darkness.

Dialect was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating: "Xia... did you scare me to death, Xiao Mo?"

This is really scary and scary.

Last night, Meng Mo smelled the smell of nightmares, and ran to the balcony, and saw that the dialect window was not closed tightly, and the strong and tangy aroma of braised pork in honey sauce gushed out from inside.He really couldn't stand the temptation and was eager to find out the truth, so he climbed over the balcony.

Anyway, he is not human, even if he accidentally falls, he will not die.

But he never thought that Fang Yan would wake up so quickly, and he had no time to leave, so he could only smile awkwardly: "It's me."

Fang Yan took a breath, and turned on the headlights. Under the light, his face was abnormally pale, with two huge dark circles under his eyes, and green stubble appeared on his chin... It was only one night, and he looked like He was ten years older in an instant: "You...why are you in my room?"

Meng Mo smiled slightly, and said honestly, "Your window is open, I crawled over from the balcony."

"..." Fang Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes, "!!!"

This is the seventeenth floor!

Besides, in the middle of the night, why did Meng Mo crawl into his room through the window?

Meng Mo couldn't tell what he was thinking, he thought for a while, anyway, the fact that Xia Ming appeared in the surveillance camera was already supernatural enough, and being a little more supernatural shouldn't be a big deal, right?Besides, they wanted to find out the truth, and they might need the assistance of dialect, so they blinked and said with a smile: "I don't mean anything... I smelled your nightmare in the middle of the night last night, so I wanted to come and see if you What do you need help with?"

Dialect N was stunned, thinking to himself what it means to "smell" his nightmare?

Can normal people smell other people's nightmares?cannot.

and so……

Dialect raised his eyes in surprise, and saw Meng Mo nodded with a smile, showing a pair of cute dimples: "Yes, you are right. I am indeed not a human, I am a nightmare - eat nightmares The kind of beast."

dialect:"……"

"I saw your reaction when you saw Xia Ming during the day, and I also saw the nightmare you had just now... If I guessed correctly, you were Xia Ming's lover back then, right?" Meng Mo looked at His eyes were bright and sincere, "Would you mind telling me about your affairs? Maybe I can help you find him."

Fang Yan's eyes lit up suddenly: "Can you really find him?" But then, his expression darkened again, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "He...he might...don't want to see me, right? .”

"No," Meng Mo said, "if he really didn't want to see you, he wouldn't have come to you."

"Yes..." A flash of light flashed across Fang Yan's eyes, and his lips trembled, "Really?"

Meng Mo nodded affirmatively: "Can you tell me... what happened back then?"

Dialect got out of bed in drape, and the two went to the 24h coffee shop downstairs of the hotel. One of them ordered a cup of black coffee and sat facing each other. Dialect was silent for a long time, and said, "I'm sorry Xia Xia."

Five years ago, Dialect, who was only 19 years old, participated in a talent show called Almighty Sound King. From the preliminary round, the semi-finals to the final, the contestants lived in a fully enclosed training base, two people shared a house, and He lived with a boy named Xia Ming, who was one year younger than him, handsome and delicate, spoke softly, sang beautifully, and smiled beautifully.

When the two first met, dialect teased him casually, saying that he was good-looking, and he blushed shyly. His long and dense eyelashes hung down on his eyelids, like the wings of a butterfly, fluttering slightly. All of a sudden it disturbed his heart.

Fang Yan and Xia Ming are not weak in strength, they fought all the way from the preliminaries and semi-finals to the finals.During this period, some players left, some stayed, and the house was changed from the lowest-end two-person room to a suite with a kitchen, bathroom and small living room, but the two people lived together all the time.

The morning before the rematch, Fang Yan slept late because of the rehearsal, so he didn't wake up until eight or nine o'clock. As soon as he opened the door and entered the bathroom, he saw Xia Ming squatting in front of the sink, scrubbing a piece of fabric. Familiar... Dialect glanced a few more times while unbuttoning his trouser belt to release water, and he couldn't urinate in an instant.

His face suddenly felt a little hot.

Xia Ming was squatting on the ground, with a pair of slender hands playing the guitar, he was carefully washing his underwear.

In the past, he always washed his underwear after taking a shower, but yesterday he was too sleepy, so he threw it in the laundry basket and left it unwashed... Now, Xia Ming is lowering his head, scrubbing his underwear little by little, as if Feeling his gaze, the skin behind his ears turned red in an instant.

That blushing squatting there scrubbing underwear... very like a gentle little daughter-in-law.

There was a faint strangeness in Fang Yan's heart, he looked away, continued to drain the water, pretended that he hadn't seen anything, and walked out of the bathroom.

From that day on, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became awkward.

Dialect could sense that Xia Ming would try to speak and act as normal in front of him, but he was a little less casual and a little more cautious. Every time he caught his gaze, he would shrink back instantly like a frightened rabbit.

And so it was the night before the final.

The moonlight came in from the window, Fang Yan looked at Xia Ming who was on the opposite bed, he was lying on the bed upright, motionless, his chest rose and fell slightly, obviously like him, he was not asleep.

——Xia Ming didn't sleep honestly, if he fell asleep, the quilt would definitely be kicked into a mess, it wouldn't be so neat.

Dialect stared at him for a long time.

Everything he experienced during these days flashed through his mind. He remembered the first time he met Xia Ming, the way he bowed his head shyly, and the way he washed his underwear with red ears and bowed his head like a little wife. Before remembering this incident, there was Once he pushed the door open and approached the bathroom without hesitation, and saw Xia Ming's whole body was down, his eyes were full of panic, and he was blushing and reaching out to cover key parts.

At that time, he was still thinking, they are all gentlemen, why are you so shy?Is it because the thing is too small, so embarrassed?

Thinking about it now, at that time, Xia Ming probably liked him.

Fang Yan's heart suddenly became hot, hot and hot. He couldn't help recalling the appearance of Xia Ming's body that he saw that day. His legs were straight and slender, and his waist was so thin that he could hold it. Plump, with a clean body, two light red beards lying on a flat bear, tremblingly exposed to the air, delicate and beautiful collarbone, Adam's apple...the Adam's apple is too small and cute...

Thinking of this, he felt a rush of heat to a certain part.Hot and unstoppable.

That night, he climbed onto Xia Ming's bed by some mysterious coincidence.

The two men who liked each other finally pierced the window paper on the night they were about to leave. They carefully avoided the camera and ate the forbidden fruit.

After finishing, Xia Ming obediently lay in his arms, drew circles on his chest with one finger, and said softly, "Brother Yan, from today onwards, I'm yours."

Fang Yan felt that his heart was full, and he wrapped his waist around his body, pinched his round and upright drum, and said with a smile: "Yes, daughter-in-law."

He yelled very smoothly, as if he had yelled in his heart a long time ago.

Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law.Xia Xia is the youngest daughter-in-law of our Fang family.

"Well," Xia Ming buried his head in his arms, and said as thin as a gnat, "Husband."

"Ah? What did you say?" Fang Yan couldn't help teasing him on purpose, "The voice is too low, I didn't hear clearly."

Xia Ming bit his chest muscle: "You are dead."

Dialect couldn't help laughing.

The next day is the finals.

Xia Ming sang a love song.Although his body was slightly affected, he sang that love song very emotionally. With his gentle and clear voice, it flowed through the hearts of the judges and audience present like a gurgling water, spreading out in their hearts. It created a beautiful scene of sunny days, flowers in full bloom, butterflies dancing, and young lovers just beginning to fall in love.

There was thunderous applause.

That day, Xia Ming won the championship, second in dialect, and he was convinced.

Xia Ming was originally a very talented person in singing. He was good-looking, knew how to compose and play the piano, and had a unique voice. In addition, he sang with emotion, and his whole body shone brightly on stage.Dialect watched from the side of the stage, no matter how he looked at it, he liked it, and there was a secret joy of picking up a treasure by himself.

After the draft, they signed with the same company.

Xia Ming is good-looking, with a soft and cute personality. As early as the draft period, he had a large number of girls and mother fans. When he first joined the company, he accepted several sports brand clothing and skin care product advertisement endorsements, and released several popular songs There are love songs all over the streets and alleys, and soon there are film and television dramas throwing olive branches at him, and he plays the second male lead with a particularly pleasing personality... He is good-looking, good in acting, and pleasing in character, that movie After the show became popular, Xia Ming became popular all of a sudden.

Dialect is not as lucky as him. A year later, he is still working tirelessly on announcements and platforms, serving as background boards in variety shows, and playing small supporting roles in some small-produced idol dramas.Both of them lived in the small apartment assigned to them by the company, with the door facing each other. Xia Ming simply moved all his luggage into his apartment. As long as the two of them didn't notify, they would spend all day together, but ...They are all too busy, especially Xia Ming, who doesn't have a few days off all year round.

During this year, he saw with his own eyes that Xia Ming had more and more friends on WeChat, and his reputation was getting bigger and bigger, and his circle of friends no longer overlapped at all.Although every time Xia Ming came back, he was still the same as before, lying in his arms and sweetly calling him husband, tidying up the house, and whenever he had free time, he would wear a small apron, walk around in the kitchen, order All kinds of loving and delicious meals... His little wife is still the one he has always known, but he...is no longer the confident dialect before his debut.

He is becoming more and more insecure.

He felt that even if he tried his best to catch up with him, Xia Ming would still get farther and farther away from him... One day, Xia Ming would completely walk out of his world.

But Fang Yan was already deeply immersed in Xia Ming's tenderness and couldn't extricate himself. When he thought that Xia Ming might leave him one day, he felt like he was about to suffocate.

So on Valentine's Day of the second year, he used all his savings this year to buy a pair of diamond rings and proposed to Xia Ming.

Fang Yan will never forget Xia Ming's shy and happy expression at that time in his life, as if the whole world was brightened instantly, the sun was shining, the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the air seemed to be filled with the sweet fragrance of pink bubbles and candies.

Valentine's Day is followed by Spring Festival, and both of them have a few days off, so Fang Yan took advantage of the opportunity and proposed to go abroad to obtain a marriage certificate, but at this time, Xia Ming hesitated.

He said vaguely that he wanted to wait.

For the next period of time, Xia Ming seemed to be extraordinarily busy. Even if there was no notice, he would sometimes come home very late, and would carefully avoid him when making calls occasionally.Every time Fang Yan pretended to be casual and asked who was calling, Xia Ming would perfunctorily say that it was a manager or an assistant, but there was nothing unusual about it in other respects, and he still cooked him various delicious things as usual, Still shyly and happily nestled in his arms after X, stretched out a finger to draw circles on his chest muscles: "Husband, wait for me for a while... At most one month, we will go abroad to get the certificate. Okay?" good?"

Dialect smiled: "Okay."

But he didn't wait for that day.

One day half a month later, he recorded a reality show in the wild in the tropical rainforest of Yunnan Province. The recording did not go well that day, and he didn't finish work until early in the morning.

Two messages——

First, Xia Ming's homosexuality was exposed.

Second, Xia Ming committed suicide.

It was early spring in March, but the northern country, thousands of miles away, suddenly experienced a cold spring and heavy snowfall. Xia Ming jumped from the roof of their company's [-]th floor at midnight, fell to a bloody mess, and died on the spot.

The author has something to say: I wanted to write the past directly, but I didn’t finish writing more than 4000 words_(:з」∠)_

Fang Yingdi is not a scumbag, although the past is a bit abusive, but the reality is very sweet.I will also consider the issue of plastic surgery for ghosts hahaha!