There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming had a general understanding of the situation.He did guess right, the person who broke into his dream was the key to all of this.

The dream was stitched together from fragments of past memories, and he had no impression of this person at all.Now that they have experienced similar experiences, from adults to children, maybe they have other things in common in this dream.

"How many times have you had this dream?" Zhong Chengming asked.

Meng Heyu was still staring at himself in the window.He wondered why a child who was tied behind his back in a chair could behave so calmly in the face of a stranger who broke into his house.With his appearance, he is not aggressive towards anyone.

"The fourth time." Meng Heyu replied.

Exactly the same.Zhong Chengming said, "Me too."

Hearing Zhong Chengming say that he was also, Meng Heyu's attention was completely diverted from the matter of becoming smaller, and he asked in disbelief: "Then we were trapped in your dream together?"

"Objectively speaking," Zhong Chengming said without any emotion, "that's right."

"But I don't know you at all!"

Meng Heyu trembled deep in his body.Indeed, being trapped in another person's dream for no reason is not a pleasant thing to think about.

Zhong Chengming was terrified when he saw his whole portrait, so he found other things for him to do.He moved his arm, indicating that his hand was still tied behind the back of the chair: "First untie it for me. If I remember correctly, there should be a pair of scissors in the bottom drawer."

Only then did Meng Heyu come back to his senses, and found a pair of scissors wrapped in red glue from the drawer, and cut off the knot with a click.

Zhong Chengming twisted his wrist and jumped to the ground.Even if both of them turned back into children, the age difference and height difference are still there.Meng Heyu looked up at him, full of questions to ask, the first being: "What's your name?"

"Zhong Chengming, inheriting the inheritance, tomorrow's Ming."

Meng Heyu thought this sentence was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it this time.In the dream, all memories were confused, he only thought that he really didn't know this person.

"My name is Meng Heyu," he replied, "Hetian Yu's Heyu."

Hearing this name, Zhong Chengming frowned slightly, this old-fashioned look was out of place on his childish face.

"Is this your house?" Meng Heyu looked around, "Why are you alone? Still tied up in a chair?"

"They should have gone out." Zhong Chengming paused, and then said, "They mean the adults at home. When they go out, they will tie me up in a chair. The servant should be downstairs. Didn't you see it when you came in?" ?”

"I climbed a tree on the second floor to come in." Meng Heyu replied honestly, but actually wanted to ask why the adults tied him in a chair when they went out?In the end, he was still worried about offending, so he didn't speak.

Zhong Chengming pointed to the calendar on the table and continued: "It should be 20 years ago, when I was eight years old."

"So you dreamed about your childhood?" Meng Heyu looked worried, "Still trapped in it? Then how can we leave?"

"When we wake up in reality, we can leave," Zhong Chengming threw out a word, "Wait."

Meng Heyu's body became smaller, and his voice also changed back to the voice of a four-year-old child's milk. When he expressed his frustration, it was even more touching: "I know I can leave when I wake up, but we will come back when we go to bed at night, right?" Is it? I will be locked in this dream every night, and I have to sleep."

Zhong Chengming did not answer his worries, because he had no clue at the moment.

Meng Heyu only heard him ask something else: "Are you a mixed race?"

As usual, Zhong Chengming doesn't show too much curiosity about others, but this person in front of him is quite special, and he needs to know more about him, maybe which clue is the crux of this chaos.

"Yes," Meng Heyu always answered every question, "Chinese-Russian mixed blood."

He paused, and then completed several questions that are often asked: "My father is Russian, my mother is Chinese, I was born in Russia, I can speak Russian, and I major in international trade. I am 24 years old this year. .”

Zhong Chengming didn't expect him to introduce himself in such detail, so when he asked "What about you?", he said a few extra sentences abnormally: "I work in the School of Biological Engineering of Haida University, and I am 28 this year."

Meng Heyu knew the reputation of the School of Bioengineering at Haida University, and when he heard about it, his face was full of hope: "Wow! Scientist! Do you have any idea about this?"

Zhong Chengming still said the same thing: "Besides waiting for me in the real world to wake up, I can't think of any other way for the time being."

Meng Heyu lost his face again.Zhong Chengming has not observed a child for a long time, let alone such a vivid expression, all emotions can be mobilized from the facial muscles.

He watched Meng Heyu's eyebrows wrinkled into a character horoscope, his tender red mouth slightly pouted, and his cheeks puffed up.This kind of look is unique to young children, and even older people find it awkward, and it is even more disgusting for adults.Meng Heyu himself has no intention of being cute, this is the instinct of his four-year-old body.

Zhong Chengming looked at Meng Heyu, feeling that his pair of blue eyes seemed familiar.

Does he really not know Meng Heyu in the real world?

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

The whites of the child's eyes were not bloodshot at all, and the blue circle in his eyes was as clean as if it had been fished out of water.

Zhong Chengming has always been reluctant to look into people's eyes, because when he was a child, whenever adults thought he made a mistake, they would pinch his chin and order "look into my eyes".

Zhong Chengming is not afraid of staring at people.Ever since he had an impression of this world, he has not learned to be afraid of this emotion.

He just doesn't like it, hate it, hate it.The older people are, the more bloodshot and yellow spots on people's eyeballs, and they are so cloudy that they have witnessed so many ugly things, and they still think that they are on the side of justice.

But Meng and Yu's eyes are different.

Zhong Chengming looked in, looked into the deepest part, nothing but blue or blue, simple and pure yet ever-changing.Dislike, dislike, and dislike, none of these emotions have grown.

"what!"

Only then did Zhong Chengming come back to his senses, evened out his disordered breathing, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Heyu raised his brows excitedly, pointed at the scissors on the table, and said, "Didn't you wake up if you committed suicide in your dream? Or else we—"

"After waking up," Zhong Chengming interrupted his thoughts, "you still have to sleep, and you will still come back here, unless you never sleep in your life. Stay here and wait for us to wake up naturally, at least for this night we And some rest."

Meng Heyu's complexion quickly darkened again.

Zhong Chengming suddenly became curious: Does this person have such distinct emotions when he grows up?

"Then what should we do?" He became dependent on Zhong Chengming's identity as a scientist.

And Zhong Chengming did come up with a more scientific solution: "I will read the relevant literature when I wake up tomorrow, and maybe I will do hypnotherapy later. I can only wait tonight."

Meng Heyu nodded and said yes.Zhong Chengming said again: "I have a question to ask you."

"Excuse me." The child asked seriously, looking a little funny.

Zhong Chengming looked around Meng Heyu again: "Did we meet before—"

Suddenly a voice exclaimed by the door: "Who are you?!"

Both of them looked towards the door together, only to see a tall middle-aged man with a fierce look on his face: "Which family's child, why did you come to someone else's house!"

As he said that, he took aggressive steps to catch the uninvited guest, and Zhong Chengming stood in front of Meng Heyu while calling "Father".He opened his arms wide, trying to draw the largest protection area for Meng Heyu, but he was only eight years old, and he was far from his father's opponent.

Meng Heyu was stunned by this sudden appearance, and almost forgot that he was actually in a dream—until the moment the man grabbed him by the collar, all the noise suddenly fell silent, and all the bizarre dreams disappeared. .

The last scene he saw in this dream was Zhong Chengming's eight-year-old immature and mature face, with rare bewilderment in the dark eyes.

Then everything in front of me faded away in an instant, and the whole world was shining white.

Meng Heyu woke up.