There is a period in the dream

That night, it snowed in Zhong Chengming's dream.

Not fake sleet, but real, thick dry snow.The earth's crust is frozen and frozen, and everything is white and clean.

Meng Heyu stood in a daze outside the courtyard gate, and when he realized that it was really snow, a surge of excitement rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky, and his eyes lit up.

He yelled loudly in Russian that it's snowing, it's snowing, and ran into the hall of Zhong's house.

"Zhong Chengming!" Switched back to Chinese, "I went to play in the snow!"

The snow has not yet fallen completely, and the crumb-like end of the snow is still floating, but there are already signs of sunshine after the snow. The air is very fresh and not cold at all.

Meng Heyu plunged into the soft white snow, cheering that it was snowing, and he was not afraid of the cold at all.

Zhong Chengming walked out slowly, and stood by the pillar of his own house, with a dull face, as if he didn't care about everything, seeing Meng Heyu directly sinking his hands into the snow, holding them up, and then throwing them down high, After a while, I played so that my cheeks were flushed.

Meng Heyu is very afraid of heat, Zhong Chengming saw it last night, and now he can also understand why he reverts to his old age when he sees snow, like a crazy child.

Meng Heyu likes cold things.

Zhong Chengming watched Meng Heyu thumping in the snowdrift, and also watched him suddenly turn his back to him and freeze.

Then he moved like a ball of snowballs, attacking Zhong Chengming quickly and accurately, it looked like a snowball Lianjiazi.

But Zhong Chengming didn't panic, and dodged it with a slight tilt of his head.Although Meng Heyu turned his back to him, it was not difficult to guess what he was going to do when he watched the motionless battle.

The snowball exploded on the colonnade, dropping debris all over the floor.

"Childish." Zhong Chengming threw out two words

Meng Heyu's pure and kind face was right in front of his eyes, his mouth was clean, and the words he uttered were equally innocent: "No, this snowball flew out by itself, and it's none of my business."

Zhong Chengming wondered when he gave Meng Heyu the illusion that he could play jokes on him unscrupulously.He gave him a cold look, didn't intend to talk to him any more, turned around and was about to go back to the room.

Suddenly his legs felt cold, and it was a snowball that hit Zhong Chengming's back thigh.

Meng Heyu squeezed the snowball very loosely, probably on purpose, so that it doesn't hurt to hit people.

It was determined that he wanted to invite Zhong Chengming to play with him.

Zhong Chengming turned around and saw that Meng Heyu was still harmless to humans and animals. He even spread his hands to prove that he was unarmed and that he was not the one who threw the snowball just now.

It is best to be unarmed. In this situation, Zhong Chengming doesn't mind bullying the small with the big.

He walked towards Meng Heyu step by step.

Stand still and look down at him.Meng Heyu's long and dense eyelashes were covered with a little snow powder, and his pair of blue eyes looked more translucent and detached.

"One minute." Zhong Chengming said.

He meant to see who gets the most snowballs in one minute. Before he finished speaking, Meng Heyu bent his eyes and interrupted, "So you only need one minute?"

Meng Heyu hadn't seen snow for a long time, and he was so happy that the child's naughtiness came out, and his mouth was very wild.

Zhong Chengming: ...

Zhong Chengming: We need to clean up.

It was only when Zhong Chengming held him in the snow that Meng Heyu finally realized his mistake, and begged for mercy while laughing.

Zhong Chengming sat on him with a fresh snowball in his hand, and was about to deliver the final blow. When Meng Heyu raised his flag to surrender and said that I lost, I lost. After thinking about it for two seconds, he let go , intending to let Meng and Yu go.

Unexpectedly, Meng Heyu would turn back in the next second, grabbed the dry snow next to him, and threw it directly on Zhong Chengming's face without waiting to make a snowball.

Serious competitions are the least interesting, and snowball trainer Zi Meng Heyu obviously knows this.

Fortunately, Zhong Chengming turned his head in time to avoid the sneak attack, and then both hands grabbed Meng Heyu's wrists together, shackling him to the ground.

He did all this as a conditioned reflex, an instinctive reaction when he was attacked, far faster than his rational thinking, and he didn't realize that this kind of action seemed wrong until he came back to his senses.

He put Meng Heyu under his body.

The ambiguous atmosphere was growing, but Meng Heyu just kept laughing, saying again and again that he really lost this time: "Let's go eat something, I'm hungry, you know, Meng Heyu never jokes about food."

Zhong Chengming couldn't listen to what he said.

The distance between the two is only a dozen centimeters, and each other's hormones are silently encroaching on each other's breath.

Gradually, even Meng Heyu finally realized that something was wrong.

The two had just finished the snowball fight, their bodies were still in the aftertaste of exercise, their chests were sinking and floating due to their panting.

Time is forming second after second, and each second has an indescribable texture, one second can be used as a hundred seconds, and it is stretched infinitely long.

Zhong Chengming observed that Meng Heyu's skin is really good, every inch of skin is extremely tight and delicate, and it doesn't sag when lying on the ground.The bone phase is also good, from the eyebrow peak to the bridge of the nose to the angle of the mandible, every angle is just right.

Meng Heyu's clear blue eyes reflected Zhong Chengming's face.

Then he heard Meng Heyu calling his name in a daze: "Zhong Chengming."

"You are so handsome." Meng Heyu said.

Adrenaline can create the illusion of love.

What's more, they have just finished a snowball fight, and their dopamine is still high. All these are hormone traps, so don't fall into them easily.

Zhong Chengming let go of Meng Heyu, stood up avoiding his eyes, and entered the house without looking back.

The glass door leading to the side courtyard from the living room was wide open, still maintaining the same appearance as last night.Last night, Meng Heyu was lying on the floor in front of the door, his whole body was covered with light.

When Zhong Chengming passed the living room, he stood there for a while, remembering what happened last night, his ears felt hot.

Meng Heyu outside the door did not move for a long time, Zhong Chengming thought about it, and finally came out to take a look again, and found Meng Heyu still lying on the snow in a daze.

Not afraid of catching a cold.

Although there was probably no such thing as catching a cold in the dream.

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Zhong Chengming couldn't help but ask.

Not long ago he wondered when he gave Meng Heyu the illusion that he could joke with himself unscrupulously.

In fact, the answer is obvious, when he always remembers to prepare food for Meng and Yu, the boundary between them is not as clear as before.

Meng Heyu just woke up, and while responding in a panic, he got up with hands and feet.

Behind him hung the branches of the snow, and quietly pulled out the buds.

After Zhong Chengming got up, he looked at the sea for a long time.

This time the dream was a little different.

Not the content, but the memory after he woke up.This time, Zhong Chengming clearly remembered that he had a snowball fight with the person in his dream, and even pinned him down.

He guessed that he had been able to adapt to the intermittent lucid dreams and could recall more details.He could actually find out the second law of the dream, that is, his mood was reflected in the dream in the form of the weather.

The keynote is a thunderstorm, and when you are angry, it becomes a scorching summer, and when you feel chilly, the dream is covered with ice and snow.

The person in the dream likes snow very much, he is not afraid of the cold at all, and his skin is so skinny.

Going on like this, Zhong Chengming thought that one day he would write down that dream in detail.His memory has been very good since he was a child, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a photographic memory.

He opened the WeChat dialog box with Mr. Zhang, and saw a sentence he wanted to send last night, but he still didn't send it: Mr. Zhang, the authority in Beijing mentioned last time, please contact me.

Before Zhong Chengming felt that his situation had a serious and ominous sign, he actually reacted to an illusory body in his dream, and it was really necessary to seek a solution.

I just don't know why, after editing the text, he still didn't send it out.

Now he seems to know the reason behind it.

If the problem with the dream was solved, he would never see that person again.

That person is just a product of his imagination, an illusion processed by his brain without permission. If this loophole is repaired, then that person will melt and evaporate like snow in the sun.

Zhong Chengming recalled the way he smiled - he couldn't remember it, but he was sure that it was a very touching smile, extremely contagious, and everyone who saw it had to relax together.

Will disappear, will never see him again.

Zhong Chengming finally deleted the message to be sent word by word.

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