There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming stared at Meng Heyu, staring at him as if he had met him for the first time, trying to see through him, but he couldn't do it.

He thought he knew Meng Heyu well enough, but at times like this, he felt that his pair of pure blue eyes were full of ulterior motives.

Meng Heyu didn't notice it, and he didn't care if he did. He was full of enthusiasm for people, and he could distinguish between good and bad. Because of this, Zhong Chengming was dripping with cold sweat.

In the past few years of psychological counseling, it is not so much that he is learning to sort out his childhood knots, but rather that he is learning how to integrate into society, hide the deformities in his nature, be a normal person, and get along with other normal people.

Other normal people have a lot of calculations, and when they become adults, the cost-effectiveness is the first priority when making friends. Everyone's time and energy are limited. Moderate help is fine, but infringement of interests is not.

Zhong Chengming uses this set of models to explain interpersonal communication, but it doesn't seem to work for Meng Heyu.

The simplest ones are often unsolvable.

Meng Heyu's clothes were already soaked, if they were taken off and wrung out, tons of water would probably come out.

But he didn't care about it at all, and just continued to hold the takeaway plastic box full of fried noodles. Seeing Zhong Chengming's hesitation, he quickly passed him a step: "If Brother Zhong doesn't like it, forget it, I'll take it back. OK."

He then wanted to stop, Zhong Chengming reached out almost subconsciously, grabbed the takeaway box, and stopped Meng Heyu's movements.

The fingers of the two touched under the takeaway box.

Because Meng Heyu ran up the five floors in one breath, even though Meng Heyu was slammed by the cold wind and rain outside, his fingers were still warm. When Zhong Chengming touched him, he could clearly feel that he belonged to a living thing. heat.

An electric current rushed out from the skin-to-skin contact and hit the Tianling Gai directly, and Zhong Chengming suddenly withdrew his hand.

Meng Heyu was frightened by his action, and also took half a step back, creating a safe distance between them.

This was their first physical contact, so unexpected, all the blood vessels under Zhong Chengming's skin were throbbing.He looked at Meng Heyu through the lens, and caught a flash of hurt on his face in time.

Meng Heyu...would they get hurt too?

He also thought that this person was rampant and never minded hitting a wall.

Zhong Chengming inevitably felt obliged to explain to him: "I don't like to have physical contact with people."

Meng Heyu is worthy of being Meng Heyu. Even if he is injured, he can be soothed with just this sentence: "Oh! That's it."

He handed over the fried noodles again: "Brother Zhong, eat slowly, I'll go back and take a shower first."

This time, both sides were very careful and there was no contact.

Meng Heyu smiled contentedly towards Zhong Chengming, and turned around to go back to the opposite door.Zhong Chengming looked at his back.Meng Heyu was still very thin after eating so much. A whole short T was wetly stuck to his back, outlining the smooth lines of his shoulder blades.

"Meng Heyu." Zhong Chengming realized that he had called his name after the three words came out of his mouth.

Meng Heyu turned around again, raised his brows slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

what happened?

Does he have anything to say to Meng Heyu?

Zhong Chengming was stunned for a while, unable to interpret his motives, and finally only said: "It's nothing."

Meng Heyu originally thought that Zhong Chengming wanted to thank him, so he didn't care much if he didn't hear it, so he just waved and said, "Then I'll go back first!"

Meng Heyu did run all the way back, and he protected the plastic box in his arms very well, and the noodles were still warm.

As if carrying the temperature of his limbs.

Zhong Chengming recalled the touch of Fang Xian and their fingertips, and that special touch was still recurring in his mind. Once he recalled it in detail, Zhong Chengming would be overwhelmed.

Zhong Chengming is actually not interested in greasy food such as frying and frying, but he still moved his chopsticks when facing this box of fried noodles.

In fact, in Zhong Chengming's objective taste cognition, this box of fried noodles is far less memorable than Meng Heyu's description, but from a subjective point of view, Zhong Chengming did taste something different, it's hard to describe, it can probably be called It was delicious.

And the last time he felt that something was delicious, it seemed to be in a dream.

Meng Heyu is dangerous.

When the situation reached this point, Zhong Chengming was too lax to detect the undercurrent.

He shouldn't have any unnecessary intersection with Meng and Yu, their lives are two parallel lines.

Zhong Chengming's life is two parallel lines with everyone else.

Southern cities are often plagued by wind disasters, and they have rich experience in dealing with the aftermath. On the third day after the typhoon, except for some roads that were blocked by trees, order was restored in most places in the urban area, including Instinct.

After a storm, the heat has dissipated a lot, and it is quite refreshing to walk on the street.Meng Heyu felt even cooler when he walked on the street after get off work in the early morning.There is even some autumnal connotation in the depths of the night, and of course it is far from autumn now.

Cao Zixin came on duty on Friday night and described to Meng Heyu the tragic disaster at their university.

Of course, there are a lot of green plants in Haidali. This windstorm caused a few new trees with unstable foundations to fall to this side. The students couldn't take the school bus, and they had to walk everywhere. It was miserable going up and down the mountain.

"Where's Professor Zhong?" Meng Heyu asked, only to wonder why he asked this.

It should be because there has been no news of Zhong Chengming for some time.

After the typhoon, he never saw Zhong Chengming again, and the two of them rarely had the chance to contact each other.

One is because their work and rest are already staggered, and there is not much intersection.

The second is because Meng Heyu is concerned about Zhong Chengming's withdrawn character, and the reaction is so strong when touched with his fingers, Meng Heyu will not ring his doorbell if he has nothing to do.

The third reason is that Zhong Chengming avoids him. Of course, Meng Heyu himself has no way of knowing this.

Zhong Chengming once went out and saw Meng Heyu who was going to buy breakfast, and he immediately closed the car window.

Cao Zixin didn't expect Meng Heyu to care about this, so he asked strangely, "Professor Zhong, what?"

"Hmm..." Meng Heyu felt a little embarrassed, so he had to bite the bullet and find nothing to say, "Didn't he drive? The roads in the school are impassable, so what should we do?"

"You have to worry about it," Cao Zixin said happily, "It's okay to use the daily rental parking lot near the school. He is so rich and has cooperated with many pharmaceutical companies, and the research funds are still sent to him by others. of."

"Ah?" So Brother Zhong is so powerful?Meng Heyu refreshed his impression of Zhong Chengming again.

"Ah, what, you live across the street from someone, and you don't even know their origins?" Cao Zixin was judging others by himself, and Meng Heyu really didn't have much interest in other people's family background. If Cao Zixin didn't mention it, he wouldn't want to find out at all. .

"What's the origin?" Meng Heyu asked cooperatively.

"You search his name online!—" Cao Zixin said this, glanced at the clock in the staff lounge, and said simply, "Forget it, I'll tell you directly. Professor Zhong's surname is Zhong , Zhong Si Group, have you heard of it?"

Meng Heyu shook his head.

Cao Zixin sighed in his heart, as expected, Meng Heyu had never heard of such a famous name: "In short, it is a domestic medical group, from clinics and hospitals to beauty centers to pharmaceutical factories. It is quite a large family business. The current president is Professor Zhong's elder brother."

Meng Heyu suddenly realized: "Oh! Got it!"

In fact, Meng Heyu's family is also very well-to-do. His father owns several factories in Russia, doing import and export trade.

But compared to the Zhong family described by Cao Zixin, it is obviously still a long way away, not to mention some medical services are considered huge profits.

There was a distance between him and Zhong Chengming.Zhong Chengming is mature, calm, and a genius who is engaged in a respected job. He has reached the peak of this industry at a young age of 28 and has accumulated a certain reputation.

And he is 24 years old, his studies are average, he only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. After graduation, he was supposed to return to Russia to take over part of the family business, but he was kicked out by his family at this juncture.

If it wasn't for the help of his friends, he might still be homeless by now, but even with the help, he can only do an unspeakable job in this bar that is actually a nightclub.

After the typhoon, life returned to normal. The young men and women who had been suffocating for several days were even more hungry. Meng Heyu came out of the staff lounge, passed the box on the second floor, and heard obscene cries coming from inside.

Meng Heyu rubbed his ears and quickened his pace, while Cao Zixin beside him looked normal.

"Did you know when you were looking for a job?" Meng Heyu couldn't help asking.

"Know what?" Cao Zixin turned his head in the direction of that room, "Secret prostitution? Is this something unclear? The business here is so good, so everyone really just comes to drink? Then we are sorry for the high salary offered by the boss. ah!"

Meng Heyu stopped talking. Cao Zixin was younger than him, but far more worldly and tactful. At least when he signed the contract, he really didn't know that there was still a prostitution business here.

Although he loves to eat, drink and have fun, he still mainly eats and drinks. He has always been the best-behaved youngest in his family. He rarely patronizes red-light districts, so naturally he can't see through the way of making money behind it.

He was not a business man, he was lonely after studying international trade for four years in university, and he didn't pay much attention to signing contracts.

When the boss is halfway through his work and suddenly calls him to the office, he is still stupid. He doesn't understand what the boss means: "Maintain order in the store?"

"Isn't there a job requirement when signing the contract?" The manager with dark circles beside the boss smiled like a fox, "Xiao Meng must do his duty!"

Meng Heyu was like falling into the clouds: "Is someone out of order in the store? I didn't see it!"

"If you don't follow his request, you may lose order." The boss, who seldom appears in front of employees, stood up at this moment, walked around from behind the desk to Meng Heyu, and solemnly clapped his shoulders, said:

"There is a guest, I hope you can accompany him."

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Brother Zhong is not well