There is a period in the dream

In the dream that night, there was drizzle, but it was not in Zhong Chengming's house, but in a high-end rented apartment.

The person locked out was not Meng Heyu, but Zhong Chengming.

In the leaden gray sky, there were clusters of dark clouds, and the fine rain fell on the face, which was cold and cold.Zhong Chengming stood downstairs in the apartment, looking up at the lit window on the second floor.

He couldn't really see if there was anyone behind the window.The rain gradually became heavier, and each drop fell from the sky, and it also gained weight.

Zhong Chengming decided to go upstairs to have a look.

The elevator slowly ascended to the second floor, and the door on the right was open, offering a silent invitation.Zhong Chengming hesitated for a while, and finally walked in.

It is a bright and clean house with few furniture, but they are all neat and tidy. A small chili tree is planted by the window, bearing bright red chili.

Zhong Chengming stood at the porch and looked around the room, but failed to overlap this image with any frame in his memory.He has never been here.

On the four-corner coffee table in the living room, there was a stack of documents, which seemed to be some kind of contract.

Zhong Chengming was about to step forward to read carefully, when there was a sound of cracking in the depths of the room, he immediately followed the sound vigilantly into the kitchen, and saw Meng Heyu picking up the ceramic shards on the ground with his bare hands.

Zhong Chengming was startled, and immediately stepped forward and pulled his hand away.

Meng Heyu raised his eyes, saw Zhong Chengming, and opened his eyelids: "Zhong Chengming! You are here."

Zhong Chengming opened his five fingers to see if he was injured.Meng Heyu is a child at heart, so Zhong Chengming looks at him like a child, always worrying that he doesn't know what danger is.

He really didn't know the danger, how could he clean up the broken ceramics with his hands?

Meng Heyu looked indifferent: "This is a dream, whatever."

Then he turned his head to look around again, and said, "Zhong Chengming, it's amazing, this time it's my dream."

"What?" Zhong Chengming let go of Meng Heyu's hand, but fortunately nothing happened.

"I said this is my dream!" Meng Heyu stood up and pointed to the room, "This is the apartment I rented when I was in college."

The human brain is really miraculous, Zhong Chengming thought, and even arranged a university residence for his fictional characters.

"Welcome to my house—ah no, I'm a guest in my dream." Meng Heyu grinned, "I just wanted to wash some grapes, do you want to eat them?"

As he said that, he turned around and opened the refrigerator. Zhong Chengming first saw a box of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and white things. He felt that this thing looked familiar, so he asked, "What is this?"

"Taro balls, I made them myself. The taro balls I make are delicious. My roommate pesters me for them every day."

The word roommate is unremarkable, and Zhong Chengming didn't know why he became vigilant: "Roommate? Do you live here too? How many people?"

"Just one. This house can only accommodate two people at most. He lives in the study."

Meng Heyu took out a bunch of fresh grapes and was about to close the refrigerator door when Zhong Chengming stopped him.

"Taro balls," Zhong Chengming spoke like a declarative sentence, "how do you cook it?"

Meng Heyu made iced taro balls with coconut milk. After looking at them for a while, he always felt that there was almost something wrong. Finally, he ordered two pieces of vanilla leaves to make it perfect.

Although Meng Heyu is selling himself and boasting, there is indeed a basis.The taro balls he kneaded are very chewy and not grainy, and taste like QQ candy in the mouth, very addictive.

Adding the sweet coconut milk ice, Zhong Chengming scooped it up spoonful after spoonful, and quickly ate the whole bowl into his stomach.

Meng Heyu watched Zhong Chengming eat from the sidelines, thinking with a smile that this scene seemed familiar.

After returning from band practice many times, Liang Chenghong was in charge of shaved ice, and he was in charge of cooking taro balls, making one serving for each person.This kind of supper is not heavy and will not keep them awake.

Zhong Chengming put down the bowl, took out two pieces of paper and wiped his mouth, then asked a question that confused Meng Heyu: "What about the contract?"

"What contract?"

"When I came in just now, there was a contract on the coffee table."

Meng Heyu pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know what contract, Zhong Chengming, did you read it wrong?"

Zhong Chengming said that he was not mistaken, Meng Heyu thought about it seriously, pursed his lips, and frowned.

Meng Heyu has a kind of stupidity, which has nothing to do with intelligence in the scientific definition. This is his innate personal temperament. Even if he thinks so intently, he can't hide his stupidity.

Zhong Chengming is his opposite. He has been smart since he was a child, and his memory and understanding are far superior to those of his peers. When he sits at the desk wearing black-rimmed glasses, he looks quite professional and credible.

He has been a master for so many years, and seeing Meng Heyu's thinking, he actually found it a little interesting.

"Report!" Meng Heyu said loudly, "I don't remember!"

The appearance of Meng Heyu's military salute was also very funny, Zhong Chengming smiled, and did not continue to ask.

Unexpectedly, Meng Heyu's reaction was even stronger, and he kept retreating straight to the corner of the sofa, staring like a ghost in the daytime: "Zhong Chengming, if you are kidnapped, you will blink!"

Zhong Chengming squinted at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything! Zhong Chengming!" Meng Heyu suddenly jumped up from the sofa, "You just laughed!"

Zhong Chengming: "I didn't, you read it wrong."

Meng Heyu: "Impossible! My eyesight is [-]!"

Zhong Chengming: "You read it wrong."

Meng Heyu: "No, no...!"

Zhong Chengming: "Don't I know if I laughed or not? You misread it."

Meng Heyu: "Ah... Could it be..."

Zhong Chengming: "Yes, you are wrong."

Meng Heyu: "Well, maybe I was wrong..."

Zhong Chengming took a sip of tea calmly.

Meng Heyu is so easy to fool.

When Meng Heyu woke up, yesterday's haze had been swept away. He thought about the sea for a while, but he still couldn't understand the reason why Zhong Chengming suddenly alienated him, but this is not important anymore.

The person in the dream will never be like Zhong Chengming who is far away and near. He still likes his taro balls very much and eats them all. It is Zhong Chengming who doesn't know how to appreciate them.

There is nothing wrong with Zhong Chengming not liking him, at worst he should not like Zhong Chengming.

Having said that, maybe yesterday his mood fluctuated too much, and his consciousness was relatively strong, so this time it was unusual, it was that person who came to his dream, instead of him going to his home as usual.

This is also very good, dreams can have so many changes.Meng Heyu felt that he was living two lives now. During the day he worked hard as a laborer, and at night he huddled with that person, cooking food and occasionally fighting.

With two faces in life, his life expectancy seems to have doubled, and more importantly, in this big city where no one knows anyone, he finally has a really close friend.

So what will you dream about tonight?

After Bai Lin celebrated her father's fiftieth birthday, she stayed for a few days to fulfill her filial piety. When she was about to leave, Meng Heyu had already started teaching Uncle Wang's daughter.

Meng Heyu mentioned this to Bai Lin, and Bai Lin said that this part-time job is much better than the one who sells his face in a nightclub, and the words are full of dislike for Meng Heyu's work, Meng Heyu flinched Head, no reply.

On the way to send Bai Lin to the airport, Bai Lin suddenly asked Meng Heyu if he had watched the recent hot draft.

"No," Meng Heyu said, "I'm not interested."

Bai Lin narrowed her eyes: "Haven't you always been interested in the stage?"

"Not interested now."

"Is it because I'm not interested anymore, or because someone else participated, so I don't want to watch it?"

Meng Heyu finally couldn't take it anymore: "Bai Lin, can you stop talking about Liang Chenghong?"

"Of course I have to mention it! It's shameful and useless to escape!" Bai Lin said with a look of resentment, "Meng Heyu, the Liang dog thief made you homeless, so you are willing to let him prosper?"

Meng Heyu watched the scenery passing by outside the car window: "So what? I don't care."

"Go and expose his scandal!"

Meng Heyu looked at Bai Lin helplessly: "You are so childish."

Meng Heyu, who has always been the most naive, commented on being naive, and Bai Lin thought that it was unreasonable: "You are naive. Recently, it has been rumored on the Internet that Liang Chenghong has a backer. I took it deep, wow, amazing! If he is really so rich, Back then, I ran to share the rent with you, and I would rather lay a bed in the study than go back to the dormitory, I really hid it too deeply!"

"So, why am I still fighting with him? He has a background and knows how to calculate," Meng Heyu said with a wry smile, "Besides, it wasn't all because of him that I was kicked out. When I was playing the band, I was unrepentant, so I got angry."

"If it wasn't for—" Bai Lin lowered her voice, worrying about the taxi driver in front of her, "If Liang Chenghong hadn't kissed you and showed your uncle, things wouldn't be so out of hand! Russians are the most homophobic. "

"No kiss." Meng Heyu corrected.

"Not all the same!" Bai Lin scolded, "The dog thief scene was pretty good, I always thought he was a straight man of steel."

"Who doesn't think so?" Meng Heyu echoed softly.

Liang Chenghong said that he fell in love with Meng Heyu as soon as he saw him, but Meng Heyu never had any superfluous feelings for him.

Liang Chenghong wanted to say that they were of the same kind, and Meng Heyu also liked men.

Meng Heyu is easy to trust and be persuaded by others.Liang Chenghong has been with him for so long, of course he understands his temperament, that is, he grasped this point, and spoke with certainty, shaking both Meng and Yu.

But even in this self-shaking, Meng Heyu can still be sure of one thing, that is, Liang Chenghong is not attractive to him.

Liang Chenghong is indeed tall and has a good skin, but Meng Heyu has never been tempted by him.After thinking about it, Meng Heyu still felt that it was most appropriate to place Liang Chenghong in the position of a friend.

It's just that whether the other party is willing to stay in this position is not in Meng Heyu's expectation.

Once the ambition that had been dormant for many years broke out, the two could no longer end peacefully.

Bai Lin's flight was in the afternoon, and Meng Heyu specially asked for leave today to see her off. After saying goodbye, it was evening when they returned home downstairs.Meng Heyu was thinking about what to have for dinner while waiting for the elevator in the lobby.

When the elevator door opened, he met the person he least wanted to meet.

The two looked at each other, and were stunned for a moment.

Then it was Meng Heyu who spoke first: "Zhong, Brother Zhong..."

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