There is a period in the dream

Did Meng Heyu think of tonight's dream when he was packing his things?

But this worry only survived in his heart for a second, and then disappeared.

Although he only started dreaming after he moved here, when Bai Lin lived here before, he had no dreams until dawn.

This serial dream had nothing to do with this new residence, and Meng Heyu affirmed this for himself.

Uncle Wang will be able to rush back to Moscow in a few days, and Meng Heyu only needs to accompany the mother and daughter of the Wang family for a few days and nights, so everything is kept simple, and a backpack solves everything.

As for the necessary overcoats in winter in Russia, you can only buy them after the plane lands. They are too heavy and inconvenient to carry.

Yanyan's plane was at eight o'clock in the evening, and the comfortable first-class cabin was convenient for them to rest. After all, it was a long-distance journey of more than ten hours.

Meng Heyu made an appointment with the mother and daughter of the Wang family to meet at the airport. Before leaving, he suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of hot soup dumplings.As soon as he stepped out of Tianhaihe's gate, Zhong Chengming's car drove in behind him.

The two just missed it, and no one saw the other.

Meng Heyu ate soup dumplings as he wished, and at a noodle shop not far from Tianhaihe, his stomach was filled with warmth, so he hailed a taxi and set off, driving into the falling night.

At 11:30 in the evening, Zhong Chengming stood by the bed, looked down at the neatly spread quilt, lifted a corner of the quilt with one hand, hesitated in mid-air, and finally let go.

The corner of the quilt collapsed, and he lay deflated on the bed.

Zhong Chengming decided to have a cup of coffee.

After scooping out the coffee beans from the airtight glass jar, pouring them into the coffee machine and grinding them into a fine powder, Zhong Chengming hesitated again.

This is also naive, he asked himself, if the child is ignorant, should he also be ignorant?

If he persisted in not sleeping, it would be tantamount to disappearing in a dream.Doing so is not considered a fair competition. Even if he, Zhong Chengming, won the cold war, he won the cold war by force.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to worry his little boyfriend.

The dream world is ever-changing, and only the existence of the other party can be held firmly in hand.His little boyfriend is stupid and silly. If he finds out that he is gone and he is alone wandering in the dreamland, he will definitely panic and panic.

When he finally appeared, the little boyfriend might obediently come over and bow his head to admit his mistake, promising not to fight him again.

However, this is intimidation and intimidation, threatening him to admit defeat and be the one who speaks first, otherwise he will abandon him.

Even if Zhong Chengming is eager to win, he doesn't want to use such disgraceful means to win this match.

Zhong Chengming poured the ground coffee powder into the trash can, packed up the utensils, took a sleeping pill, lay down on the bed, and waited for the effect of the medicine to seep into the brain.

The silver-white plane moved steadily in the sky, passing through the clouds again and again.It's a pity that it's late at night, and the moonlight is not enough to illuminate everything. Meng Heyu looked out the window, but couldn't see the cotton candy-like clouds clearly.

Meng Heyu was firmly fixed on the bed by the seat belt, passing through the airflow occasionally, and there were no major bumps.

Yanyan by the aisle turned off the variety show, yawned, and said goodnight to Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu smiled and said good night in Russian, and glanced at the darkened tablet screen in her hand, which was showing an escape room that Liang Chenghong participated in just now.

Meng Heyu was lost in thought when the Russian stewardess brought him a row of crispy rice candies. Meng Heyu was flattered and said that he hadn't asked for it.

The stewardess just laughed, and said in Russian that she saw Meng Heyu eating a lot, and was afraid that he would be hungry, and at the same time drew the blackout curtains for Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu wanted to make strangers worry about him, and brought him snacks, but he was not allowed to eat the boyfriend of his dreams.

If so, I will be angry and don't want to see him again.

However, Meng Heyu's eyelids still couldn't bear it because of the exhaustion of the day.Drowsiness swept over, and Meng Heyu finally nestled in the narrow bed of the plane and fell into a deep sleep.

The darkness crawled from all directions, starting from the fingertips, slowly crawling across Meng Heyu's skin, leaving a cold touch on the skin surface.

It crawled and spread until Meng Heyu's body was completely engulfed, together with his consciousness, dragged into the endless darkness.

Meng Heyu didn't dream that night.

Zhong Chengming did not wait for Meng Heyu in the house, suspected that he was wandering outside, and refused to come in in a fit of anger. He looked out the window, but there was no one outside the door.

Zhong Chengming was still unwilling to show weakness at first, and Meng Heyu hid, so he didn't look for him.

But after half of the dream, Zhong Chengming began to miss Meng Heyu.Although the two of them didn't speak to each other, as long as Meng Heyu was around, Zhong Chengming would feel at ease.

Without Meng Heyu, this mansion looked empty, with no atmosphere at all, as if it had just been renovated, and the edges and corners of the furniture were terribly unfamiliar.

Because Zhong Cheng was on fire during the day, it would be very hot tonight if there were no accidents.

He knew better than anyone how much Meng Heyu was afraid of the heat, and he didn't believe that Meng Heyu could really wander outside the house for so long because of anger.

Zhong Chengming felt faintly uneasy, and after another 10 minutes, anxious emotions also came, burning his heart so restlessly, forcing Zhong Chengming to go out.

Meng Heyu was not outside the Jinzhu fence. Zhong Chengming walked around the house, but he didn't see half of Meng Heyu.

The uneasiness in his heart became more and more important, and he pulled Zhong Chengming heavily, so that he finally couldn't help but speak first, and called Meng Heyu by name and surname.

No echo.

Zhong Chengming clenched his heart, expanded the search area, and called out louder: "Meng-he-yu!"

The murderous sunlight hangs above his head, scorching Zhong Chengming so hot that even the strands of his hair are not spared.

Profuse sweat dripped from Zhong Chengming's back, soaking his entire shirt.He is obsessed with cleanliness and always dressed neatly. This is probably the most embarrassing appearance in his life.

He called out to Xiao Meng loudly, and the poisonous sunlight pierced his eyelids like needles, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

Zhong Chengming kept walking and stopping, hoping that once he stood still, a familiar figure would appear in his sight.But every time he catches a suspicious object and chases after him anxiously, he often only finds to his disappointment that it is all an illusion of the tree shadow.

Finally Zhong Chengming stopped.The dream was so vast that he lost his way and didn't know where to start.

The world in the dream is so big, one road connects to another, and there is no end.The trees beside the road gradually disappeared, leaving only boundless yellow sand.

The heat absorbed by the ground evaporated, and the asphalt road in the distance began to twist and deform, twisting his body like a snake, making Zhong Chengming feel sick.He knew it was a dehydration reaction.

All the perceptions in the dream are real, including the physiological reactions brought about by long-term hunger and thirst.

Zhong Chengming sat on the ground, lowered his head, which was swollen by the sun, and felt a pulse of blood pulsating from the corner of his forehead, so that his skull split a crack.

But he didn't care to take care of the headache, he just muttered to himself in a low voice: "Xiao Meng..."

It seemed to be the only two words he knew.

This dream world is boundless, once a person is lost, it will never be found again.

Meng Heyu itself is a phantom, the joy created by the brain for the master in an unknown place, in order to make up for his childhood wounds.

He shouldn't have quarreled with Meng Heyu, how could he have a cold war with him?But it was too late, Zhong Chengming's self-protection stress mechanism had been activated, and Meng Heyu was erased from this world.

"Xiao Meng, you can do whatever you want," Zhong Chengming held his head, his voice stagnant and desperate, "Come out, I won't be angry..."

Zhong Chengming wanted to correct his mistakes, he held his breath and concentrated his mind, but it didn't help.In the pocket watch, the hour and minute hands continued to move relentlessly forward, but Meng Heyu was still not in Zhong Chengming's sight.

At the moment when this dream was about to end, Zhong Chengming suddenly raised his head and shouted to Meng Heyu.

"You won! I lost!" Zhong Chengming yelled hoarsely towards the deserted desert, as if Meng Heyu could hear him this way, "Meng Heyu, come back! Meng Heyu——"

The familiar white light was quickly thrown down from the sky like a tent, covering Zhong Chengming.

One second before he was about to wake up, Zhong Chengming was still calling Meng Heyu's name, almost tearing his heart and lungs apart, wanting to tell him to come back, don't leave, and stay by his side.

It's just that there were so many pleadings, but in the end they didn't come out, because Zhong Chengming only knew the three words "Meng Heyu" in his mouth, and his voice was shrill.

"Meng Heyu—"

"Meng Heyu—"

"Meng Heyu—"

Until Zhong Chengming suddenly sat up, panting like drowning.

In the dark bedroom, there is only a ray of light where the curtains meet.The air was very quiet, so quiet that Zhong Chengming could still hear the raving that he brought from his dream to reality, drumming in the four walls, refusing to stop.

He stared wide-eyed, unable to regain consciousness for a long time, a second like a century.

And after several rounds of the century change, he opened his mouth blankly, repeated to himself, and also confirmed that the name did not have a back nasal sound, and it sounded very soft, stretching between his lips and teeth:

"Meng Heyu."

The name he called in his dream was Meng Heyu.

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