There is a period in the dream

"That's right," Cao Zixin said, "It's a rumor."

"For example, there is an old man whose wife has passed away. You know, when a person is old and his partner leaves, he is prone to senile depression. His son works in this city and lives in Tianhaihe, so he took the old man to live here. Later, for some reason, the old man gradually became more and more cheerful, and his body became more and more healthy, as if he had rejuvenated."

Cao Zixin spoke eloquently, Meng Heyu listened and thought, "It's so mysterious."

"Xuan is Xuan, but there is actually some scientific basis," Cao Zixin inadvertently revealed the temperament of a schoolmaster, "Scientific research has proved that people who live by the sea are more likely to suffer from emotional illness than those who live inland." People are low. The so-called Feng Shui Feng Shui actually refers to the influence of the surrounding environment on people's psychology. Think about it, when a person wakes up in the morning and faces the sunny sea, his mood will be beautiful. A good performance means that our fortunes are good.”

Meng Heyu sighed: "That's the truth. I get up every day to look at the sea, and I feel very good."

"It's far away." Cao Zixin still remembered the original question, and brought the topic back on track. "You live in Tianhaihe, why do you still come to work? Do rich people come to experience life?"

"Why, look at me working so hard all night. If I had money, I would have quit."

Cao Zixin thought about it, and said with a smile: "I was molested everywhere all night, and I wouldn't do it if it were me."

"Really?" Meng Heyu sighed.

He briefly introduced his situation to Cao Zixin in a few words: the family has no money, and he came here to work, and the house was lent to him by a friend for a temporary stay.

Cao Zixin's brain was brighter than Du Shanshan's, and as soon as Meng Heyu finished speaking, he caught the hidden message of this sentence: Meng Heyu's growth environment allowed him to meet such a friend who would be an apartment if he made a move.

That friend is willing to lend out the expensive house at will instead of keeping it for rental purposes. He must have a hundred trust in Meng Heyu, and a solid foundation of trust is often built between similar people .

Cao Zixin is not a bad person, but he is more sophisticated and tactful, he sees things impure, and this impureness can sometimes help him see through one thing, such as now.

In his eyes, most rich people only be friends with rich people, so once he heard what Meng Heyu said, he knew that his family background should not be bad.

As for why he said he was penniless, there might be other reasons that he couldn't say.

Cao Zixin didn't ask further, and only gave the same evaluation as Du Shanshan: "Then your friend is really righteous."

"Extremely righteous." Meng Heyu echoed.

The two said goodbye at the intersection. Meng Heyu walked home under the dark night. First, he threw the casual clothes and the bartender uniform into the washing machine. Wearing a pair of underpants, he slumped on the living room floor and turned on the air conditioner for a while. Just got up again to take a bath.

The weather forecast said that the typhoon was approaching. When he came back tonight, Meng Heyu clearly felt the sweltering heat before the typhoon landed.In midsummer, the air is stagnant and clings to the skin, refusing to flow.

After taking a bath, Meng Heyu seemed to have been reborn, but when he saw his suit trouser legs while drying his clothes, and thought of the group of men in the swimming pool who tried to drag him into the water, he felt an overwhelming nausea in his chest.

Does he really like men?

Or... just because Liang...

The name just came to mind, like a needle from a poisonous insect, it stung Meng Heyu instantly.

He immediately pressed it into the depths of his mind, buried it with several inches of soil, and then pressed it tightly.

Eat more in your dreams tonight.

Thinking of this, Meng Heyu's heart became smooth again.

Zhong Chengming dreamed that he was eating again, it was still a dessert, it was still a delicious dessert, it seemed to be apple pie, the aftertaste of sweet and sour was still on his lips and teeth.

After waking up, Zhong Chengming sat at the breakfast table, skillfully cutting out a piece of dry bread from the bread mound.He has been patronizing this brand since college, and the position of each cut is very precise. A piece of bread is just divided into thirds and eaten for three days.

He doesn't use jam or butter, which are unhealthy and redundant seasonings.He ate like this dryly for several years and never felt that there was any problem.

But today, for the first time, he felt dull.

The typhoon will make landfall this week, and the air will get hotter and stickier, but work must go on anyway.

In Instinct, the air conditioner is turned on for free, and turned on to the lowest setting, and it has crossed the never-ending summer in Nancheng to the cold winter.

Cao Zixin went back to the lounge and put on a coat, while Meng Heyu was still wearing a short shirt casually.Cao Zixin asked him if he felt cold?They were standing under the air conditioner, where they were most exposed to the cold wind.Meng Heyu patted his bare arms and said, "Russians are not afraid of the cold."

When they got off work, Meng Heyu asked Cao Zixin if there was a RINGO near his university.

Cao Zixin was confused: "What is RINGO?"

Meng Heyu was also at a loss: "A shop that sells apple pies is very famous. There should be people queuing up every day."

As soon as I described Cao Zixin like this, I remembered: "Yes, but it's not called RINGO, it's called RAPL."

Meng Heyu explored food with inexhaustible patience. He said "Hey" and immediately took out his mobile phone to search: "Ah, it turns out that the overseas branches are collectively called RAPL, and the local ones in Japan are called RINGO."

This sentence made Cao Zixin discover another meaning: Meng Heyu had been to Japan.

Being able to travel abroad, Meng Heyu's economic situation is indeed much better than what he said.

But Meng Heyu was completely unaware that he had been seen through, and wailed: "I really want to eat apple pie. I dreamed of super delicious apple pie last night. I have been hungry all day."

Cao Zixin considered it secretly for a while, and felt that getting acquainted with Meng Heyu would be beneficial and not harmful, so he offered to propose, "Then I'll take you to eat tomorrow."

Meng Heyu stopped immediately, his whole face lit up with joy: "Take me to eat?!"

"Isn't it Monday tomorrow? I'm going back to the campus," Cao Zixin said. "Are you going to work at 03:30 tomorrow afternoon? Then you can come here in the morning. There are no people queuing up in the morning, and the materials are fresher. Let's meet at the subway station, and then I'll take you there."

With just this sentence, Meng Heyu's fatigue of the whole day was swept away immediately, and he nodded like a woodpecker: "Okay, thank you very much, you are the living Bodhisattva."

That night, Meng Heyu dreamed of apple pie again, which was still RAPL's apple pie.Zhong Chengming looked at the red cardboard box on the table and found it familiar.Meng Heyu had already stood up and started unpacking with great interest.

"Zhong Chengming," he was already used to calling him by first and last name in his dream, with a kind of unknowing and reckless familiarity, "this is super delicious, eat it quickly."

Zhong Chengming handed over the knife and fork, but Meng Heyu didn't want it.He said that this must be held and bitten, to enjoy the unique taste of the sweet and sour filling overflowing the lips and teeth.

Zhong Chengming used it himself, slowly slicing the apple pie, and reapplying the cream squeezed out by the blade onto the crispy shell from time to time.His knife skills are very good, fine and accurate, and he has practiced on the dissecting table.

It is delicious, Zhong Chengming thought, the unique fragrance of apples is preserved, and the custard sauce is not greasy.

In the dream, their senses were connected to a certain extent. Meng Heyu's sensitivity to food has gradually integrated into Zhong Chengming's sense of taste, which in turn affected his real life.

When Zhong Chengming woke up the next day, he remembered that there was a shop that sold apple pies near the university. It was very popular and there were often long queues.

There are fewer customers in the morning, so if you go out earlier, you don't need to queue up.

Because of the serial dream, Meng Heyu's recent biological clock is terribly accurate, and he must wake up around 08:30.

Normally, he didn't get enough sleep like this, but because his dreams these past few days have been very comfortable, his sleep quality has also improved accordingly, and he doesn't feel tired after waking up, but instead feels refreshed.

What's more, today he can finally fulfill his long-cherished wish to eat the apple pie he has been longing for.He dreamed about it again last night, having a great time eating with the man in the dream.

Meng Heyu jumped up from the bed, opened the curtains, and the warm sun shone on the sea level.

On the beach is still the old man pacing leisurely. Every morning at this time, he will come to the beach for a walk.

Meng Heyu quickly changed into casual clothes and set off in high spirits.

Haida Station is neither far nor close to Tianhaihe, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk.Cao Zixin was already waiting at the exit, and Meng Heyu ran towards him waving his hands.

Meng Heyu usually only wears T-shirts and shorts to and from get off work, which is extremely casual.Today, because I was in a very bright mood, I casually dressed it up. I put on a short-sleeved solid-color sweater and a fisherman hat. I looked more like a college student than Cao Zixin, a decent college student, and I was so full of youth.

He was already eye-catching, but once he was dressed up, even passers-by couldn't help but take a few extra glances when he ran over.

When he stopped in front of him, Cao Zixin felt ashamed as he pulled on the slippers: "Why are you suddenly dressed like an idol?"

Meng Heyu didn't care so much: "Quick, quick! Where's the apple pie?"

Not far, walk more than 200 meters to arrive.

Cao Zixin was right, the store just opened in the morning, and there were only a few customers, so Meng Heyu saw Zhong Chengming, who was carrying a red cardboard box, just come out of the store.

As soon as Zhong Chengming stopped, he obviously noticed Meng Heyu.

The two looked at each other.