There is a period in the dream

The plane landed slowly over Domodedovo Airport, Meng Heyu was shaken awake by Yanyan from sleep, rubbed his eyes, and asked what time it was.

"The plane is about to land, what time do you say?" Wang Xiaoyan was a little dissatisfied.

She wanted to chat with brother Meng when she woke up in the morning, but the curtains on Meng and Yu's seats were kept closed.She didn't want to disturb people's rest, and endured so hard, who would have thought that Meng Heyu would sleep until the end of the flight.

"Do you usually sleep for so long?" Wang Xiaoyan asked.

"No!" Meng Heyu looked surprised, "I usually wake up very early, 08:30."

Wang Xiaoyan pouted and said nothing.

Meng Heyu packed his luggage and got off the plane following the stewardess' guidance.He is a regular customer at this airport, and he is familiar with all the ways, so he quickly led the mother and daughter of the Wang family into a taxi and headed to the reserved hotel.

Moscow is in winter, deep winter, the kind of coldness cannot be described in words.When a gust of wind blows, it directly penetrates layers of cotton wool, skin, flesh and blood, reaching the internal organs and bone marrow.

The mother and daughter of the Wang family in the back row of the car were wrapped like zongzi, still shivering.

And Meng Heyu in the passenger seat was wearing a military overcoat with a hood. The fluff on the brim of the hat framed his face with a furry border, making him look like a little beast.

The blue eyes are looking at the snow scene passing by outside the window, the snow scene in Moscow.

The earth's crust is frozen and frozen, and the soft but thick white snow covers the entire city.

The snow on the fir trees is the least, and you can still see the dark green of the trees themselves, which is the most eye-catching scenery on this sparsely populated road.

This scene that is so familiar should have stirred up waves on Menghe Yuxin Lake, but he just stared at them passing away in a trance, not thinking about anything.

To be precise, he didn't know what he was thinking.He just felt empty in his chest, as if something very important was missing, and his heart became a hole.

Meng Heyu checked in for the mother and daughter of the Wang family, and took them to a nearby warm meal.

Mrs. Wang kept complaining that the organizers didn't know how to choose the time. Why did they choose to hold the competition at the coldest time of the year? Did they have selfish intentions and just wanted to let the national players perform well.

Meng Heyu comforted them by saying that they were here for the competition, not for sightseeing, and they would stay indoors most of the time, so there was no need to worry too much.

Yanyan had five days of training before the competition, mainly to prepare for the group dance in the performance session.This is a world-scale ballet competition, and many big names will come to sit here, and this performance session is specially prepared for them.

In the three days before the training camp, Mrs. Wang reserved a multi-purpose room in the hotel for Yanyan to practice dancing.Meng Heyu's main job is to accompany the mother and daughter for three meals. When Mr. Wang comes over from Vietnam to take over, Meng Heyu can fly back to Nancheng.

After lunch, Yanyan went to dance practice. Her dream is to be a professional dancer. She has always taken dance seriously and worked hard.

Before leaving, she asked Meng Heyu if he would come to watch her dance, but Meng Heyu had nothing to do, so he agreed.

The girl who practiced dancing since childhood is extremely flexible, her whole body is like jelly gel, without a single bone, she can bend wherever she wants.

Both Meng Heyu went to primary and middle school in Moscow, and there is ballet in the talent show every year, so he has watched many ballet performances.However, he was still very surprised to see Wang Xiaoyan's dancing posture.

Like a spinning top, it doesn't get dizzy even after a dozen turns.

After the dance, Yanyan came over with a smile and asked her if she danced well.Of course Meng Heyu said yes, that's great, the admiration in his eyes turned into a dye, dyeing the girl's flowery smile red.

As long as he is half as vigilant as Cao Zixin, he will find that this little girl has more than a teacher-student friendship for him.

That's right, it's hard not to be wronged by such a good-looking private tutor.

Wang Xiaoyan still had to do physical training, so Meng Heyu went back to the room to rest first, and was alone again, finally able to calm down and think about the problems he had been thinking about since he woke up from the plane.

What is missing.

The curtains were drawn on both sides of the windows, and the sunlight outside reflected the white snow, making the window panes bright.

Meng Heyu lay on the white quilt.The hair, which had not been cut in a while, was slightly longer and parted softly.

The heating in the room was very warm, and Meng Heyu's cheeks gradually turned rosy.

At the same time, consciousness gradually fainted.

At some point, Meng Heyu realized that he had closed his eyes.He opened it again, but after a while, his eyelids closed unconsciously again, making him drowsy.

Meng Heyu felt his body becoming more and more sluggish, sinking inch by inch into the soft bedding.

He fell asleep for about 10 minutes, and was finally woken up by the sound of an ambulance siren outside the hotel.The siren sounded very sharp, as if the road surface would be wiped clean by the sound alone.

Muscles all over Meng Heyu's body convulsed, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Then he remembered what he was missing.

Without dreams, he didn't dream.

Zhong Chengming asked for leave for the first time, and his colleagues were discussing what kind of illness the always healthy Professor Zhong might have.

Of course Zhong Chengming is not sick, he just needs time to sort out all this, which is too amazing.

First of all, Zhong Chengming always thought that what he liked was just a phantom, but it turned out that this phantom actually had a name in the real world and lived opposite him.

What's even more troublesome is that he and I have formed a relationship, and we hate each other.

How could it be Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu was kept at the opposite door, and he made a living by selling his appearance and body. He was a dissolute nature. It was not enough to have a benefactor, but he had to seduce himself.

How could this be his simple and flawless dream man, who had no scheming, at most, just angry with him because he couldn't eat snacks.

It can't be Meng Heyu, Zhong Chengming's emotions and reason are trying to deny this matter.

The first and only person he likes in this life cannot be Meng Heyu.He would not fall in love with such a person with such bad deeds. The person he loves must be an existence comparable to heaven.

Zhong Chengming waited by the door from morning to night, waiting for the "ding" of the elevator, and then he would go out and settle the accounts with Meng Heyu face to face.

Although Zhong Chengming knew that he and Meng Heyu were on opposite sides of the enemy, but he needed Meng Heyu's personal denial: Where did I have any dreams?

But he didn't wait until Meng Heyu, until three o'clock in the morning, Zhong Chengming had to rest, and there was no sound in the corridor.

Finally Zhong Chengming went back to the bedroom and arranged for himself to ring Meng Heyu's doorbell the next morning.

He still didn't dream of anything that night, only a luxurious but empty mansion.

But this time, Zhong Chengming brought realistic thoughts into his dream, and he clearly realized that the person in his dream who came to visit him at night actually lived opposite him in reality.

Meng Heyu is the most critical word in this whole serial dream. Once captured, it can break through the barrier between dream and reality.

Zhong Chengming sat on the sofa coldly, thinking there was another possibility.

The person he loves may have just borrowed Meng Heyu's shell.The brain has to rely on past experiences to fabricate a face. Meng Heyu is indeed beautiful, so the brain borrows his face and name without authorization, and puts it on the lover of his dreams.

Meng Heyu couldn't be his boyfriend. He would know the answer when he confronted Meng Heyu face to face tomorrow.Meng Heyu will definitely not remember what happened in the dream, even if it is only a trace.

Early the next morning, Zhong Chengming packed his clothes, walked through a short corridor, and rang the doorbell of Meng Heyu's house.

After waiting for half a minute after the first beep, no one answered, and then two more beeps.

In the end, they kept pressing one after another, but still no one came to open the door.

Meng Heyu was not at home.

If you're not home at eight o'clock in the morning, it's very likely that you haven't returned all night.Did Meng Heyu rest somewhere else last night?

He has to come back, Zhong Chengming thought, he didn't believe he couldn't wait for Meng Heyu.

Zhong Chengming returned to his home, called for two more days off, and planned to spend time with Meng Heyu.

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Sorry for being late! ! !Clinical dog just gallops home from hospital