There is a period in the dream

This time the curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was very gray.Meng Heyu stared at the blurred outline of the chandelier, sweat dripping down his back.

His chest rose and fell with his breath, his eyes were wide open in a state of shock.

It was all so real just now...

but……

Meng Heyu sat up panting.

But what happened just now?

Meng Heyu finally understands what a real goldfish brain is—if the statement that they have only seven seconds of memory is correct.

Even his memory is much worse than that of a goldfish, within two or three seconds of waking up, he has already completely forgotten all the vivid details of the dream.

Meng Heyu reached out to the bedside table and groped for two seconds before pressing on the phone.Eight twenty-four.

His stomach was empty, but Meng Heyu didn't want to move, so he let himself fall back into bed.The beating in the chest gradually calmed down.He racked his brains to recall that dream, trying to dig out all useful information.He remembered that he learned a lot, such as the identity of the person behind the window.

But he really couldn't remember at all, even what that person looked like.The dream is dead, and there is nothing left.

Zhong Chengming suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky is clear, not yet bright.Zhong Chengming sat up with his forehead supported.

He returned to the dream again, but this time it seemed to be different.Zhong Chengming remembers that he met someone, very important, but he doesn't remember who he is.

His situation is better than that of Meng Heyu, and he still has a rough outline of the picture one second before the end of the dream.

He saw his father, fully dressed, he should have come back from the company, or had just attended a banquet.The top of his father's hairsprayed head flickered under the lamp, and he was yelling something, but Zhong Chengming had no memory of it.

Father always has the image of a modest gentleman in front of others, gentle and gentle, but when he returns home, he doesn't even know how to control the volume.

Zhong Chengming felt that he could not fall asleep again, so he pushed open the electric curtains, and used the skylight to distinguish the hour and minute hands of the clock on the wall: 24:[-].

Zhong Chengming has a regular schedule, and usually wakes up around this time.He thought that at the end of Fang Xian's dream, a father would suddenly appear, causing everything to end abruptly, perhaps it should be attributed to his regular biological clock.

Outside the glass window is a ten-year-long sea view, which is dull and boring.

Zhong Chengming stood up, took his shirt and went to wash without looking outside the balcony.

It was rare for Meng Heyu to wake up early and couldn't go back to sleep. His stomach was still empty, so he went downstairs to buy breakfast.

There is a beach near Tianhaihe, with many tourists and stalls.Meng Heyu walked around and bought two deep-fried dough sticks, a bowl of soy milk and fresh milk stewed eggs, and a row of yogurt. His mood improved and he could temporarily forget those messy dreams.

When I went back, I ran into my neighbor who lived in 5L downstairs. Meng Heyu stopped in his tracks, thinking about what to call him.Last night they only exchanged names, but not the way of addressing them. It's too impolite to have names and surnames.

"Brother Zhong," he finally shouted, thinking that Zhong Chengming should be older than him, "It's early."

Zhong Chengming held the car keys in his hand and seemed to be going to pick up the car. When he heard Meng Heyu greet him, he just nodded at him and continued walking.

At least nods to me.

Meng Heyu was very happy because he carried a hand full of food, and didn't think much about it.

He had very little contact with Zhong Chengming, but it didn't take much contact to understand that Zhong Chengming was a rather indifferent person.

Knowing this, Meng Heyu wouldn't mind Zhong Chengming's indifference, and wouldn't stop greeting him because of it.Everyone has their own personality and their own way of doing things, he knows this.

When Meng Heyu returned home, he ate deep-fried dough sticks with soy milk, scooped up a bowl of stewed eggs with fresh milk, sucked yogurt, and finally collapsed happily on the sofa.

A big breakfast is his motivation to get up early.

He hasn't had a proper breakfast since he started working on Instinct.

Then he thought, the pain, hearing, touch, sight, etc. in his dream were all real, so what about taste?Can the sense of taste be the same?

It's a great deal to eat in a dream without paying.

For a moment, Meng Heyu felt that he was entangled in this dream, but the problem was not that big.

The drowsiness finally came up after the meal, Meng Heyu caught it and went back to the cage for a sleep. After recovering a few hours of sleep, he was refreshed, and even the annoying work became less annoying.

After Du Shanshan changed into her waiter uniform, she met Meng Heyu at the door of the lounge. She could tell at a glance that he was in a good mood, so she asked with a smile, "Xiao Meng is happy today!"

"Eat well and sleep well." Meng Heyu's principle of happiness is simple.

Seeing his appearance, Du Shanshan finally said the question that had been circling around in her mouth: "Actually, why does Xiao Meng come to work?"

Meng Heyu tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand Du Shanshan's words: "If you don't have money, you have to work!"

Du Shanshan's next sentence came after a few seconds, hesitating: "But I heard people say that you live in Tianhaihe?"

No wonder Du Shanshan has been hesitant to talk to him recently.She has a straightforward personality, and she belongs to the type of speaking directly. It is difficult for her to hold back for so long without asking the truth.

"Who did you hear that from?" Meng Heyu asked.

"That's what the shop says." Du Shanshan replied.

Meng Heyu came to a conclusion.

In fact, last night was not the first time he was followed home by someone. There was another person who was a frequent visitor of Instinct before. He should have spread the matter after he returned.

"I do live in Tianhaihe," Meng Heyu said honestly, "but the house is not mine, but my friend's. She lent me a place to live. I am penniless."

Du Shanshan's curiosity was finally satisfied, and she sighed: "Then your friend is really generous."

"Yes," Meng Heyu paused, feeling that the intensity of "yes" was too light, and nodded vigorously, "It's very righteous."

Meng Heyu was not exaggerating when he said that he was penniless. After being kicked out by his father, he was no longer willing and qualified to touch the family money.If it wasn't for Bai Lin, he might not even have a place to live.

Bai Lin was his good friend when he was in college.Meng Heyu had a good relationship with girls since he was a child, which was more or less a hint, but his father didn't realize anything at that time.

After graduating, Bai Lin went abroad for development. After knowing that Meng Heyu was kicked out by her father, she immediately asked him to live in Tianhaihe 5R.This is a property bought by her family for her. When Meng Heyu moved in, the furniture had not even been opened, and the sofa was still covered with plastic film.

Bai Lin just let him treat this place as his own home, and she also said that she would pay him as a housekeeper.Meng Heyu was flattered and kept saying no.

Bai Lin likes to joke, especially teasing Meng Heyu. Seeing his silly appearance, she came up with bad intentions and told him that she told her family that Meng Heyu would stay in Tianhaihe temporarily. The excuse was that she would take care of him. Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu believed it.He had seen Bai Lin get along with her parents, she was very outspoken.

Meng and Yugang wanted to say "how can that be done", but after thinking about it, they said slowly: "This seems to be good..."

"What?" Bai Lin didn't know how to react when it was her turn.

"Do you like girls?" Meng Heyu said sincerely, "I'm here as a cover, and you can talk about it safely when you are in love. After all, nurturing sounds better than homosexuality, and uncles and aunts won't be too angry, yes wrong?"

The air inside and outside the call was quiet for a while, so quiet that Meng Heyu cautiously asked again: "Yes...isn't it?"

"I'm joking with you!" Bai Lin said helplessly, "What kind of cover should I use you for? I like whoever I like, regardless of whether she is a man or a woman. As long as the object is a living person, my parents don't bother to talk to me. And Yu-"

She sighed: "You stupid, can you do it by yourself?"

It really didn't work out, so the shopkeeper tricked him into signing a contract of sale for half a year.So no matter how much he doesn't like the job, he has to get through the six months, otherwise he will have to pay liquidated damages.

It was only later that he learned from Du Shanshan that most of the workers here were temporary workers, and they could leave as soon as they got their monthly salary, and there was no contract to sign at all.

Although he is dumb, he still knows how to deal with the world.The boss wants to keep him as a living sign.Mixed-race people are rare in China, and beautiful ones are even rarer. They are beautiful and can mix wine. Of course, they don’t want to let go of their hands when they meet them.

The only thing that comforts Meng Heyu is that the salary of this job is very optimistic.The boss offered him three times the price of the others, and no one disputed that.Everyone knows that the real role of Meng Heyu sitting behind the bar is to sell sex.

He himself knew about Meng Heyu, so he didn't like it.The only reason he will sign the contract is that generous salary.

It was one o'clock in the morning when Meng Heyu returned home. The good news is that tomorrow will finally be his turn for vacation.

In previous holidays, he liked to go out and play like crazy all day long, but tomorrow he just wanted to play games at home, and then go out to buy a piano when the heat subsides in the evening.

And tonight—Meng Heyu is standing by the bed—and tonight, try eating in your dreams.

Zhong Chengming made an appointment for a hypnotherapy institution through Mr. Zhang. The earliest schedule is next Friday, and there are still eight days before next Friday, which means that he will spend eight nights in that dream.

Zhong Chengming drew up a list and handed it to the library, all of which were works on psychology. He would come to pick it up the next day after the library sorted it out.Zhong Chengming is a biological engineer. Even though he met with a psychological counselor for a period of time, he has not established a systematic and comprehensive understanding of this subject.

But now, in order to find the answer to the dream that kept repeating, he had to spend some effort.

Zhong Chengming's sleep time is very regular, he will not fall asleep later than twelve o'clock, and tonight he will be earlier, going to bed at ten o'clock.

However, to his surprise, he dreamed of nothing.

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I don't know if Xiaomeng's work contract has any legal effect, it's all made up for the sake of the plot