There is a period in the dream

Missing dreams.

On the second night after leaving Tianhaihe, Meng Heyu still had no dreams until dawn.Deep sleepiness dragged him to the depths of the earth, surrounded by darkness.

Before packing his luggage and getting ready to take off, Meng Heyu had doubts about what to do with Na Meng. At that time, he thought nothing would happen.Only now do I know that this serial dream is really related to the combination of Tian Hai.

Speaking of the timeline, it's actually quite right.He only started dreaming after he moved into Tianhaihe.But because Bai Lin, who lived with him before, was fine, Meng Heyu thought that there was no necessary connection between the two.

Now it seems that only he, Meng Heyu, is in the sky and the sea, at twelve o'clock in the evening, with the right time, place and people, and all three are ready to meet the conditions for opening the dream.

Meng Heyu recalled that Cao Zixin had told him that Tianhaihe had several rumors that were hard to tell.

What a magical place.

But these are things for later, what Meng Heyu has to worry about now is how to explain to his boyfriend.They had been arguing the first two nights, but on the second night, Meng and Yu played Evaporation, which was really too bad.

He had to explain to his boyfriend that he didn't mean it.But he is in Moscow now, how can he contact the illusory dreamer.

Meng Heyu has never wanted to contact a person so much. He can use phone calls, WeChat, emails, or even letters, as long as he can be found.

But the connection between them is as thin as a thread of silk, so fragile that it can be broken by the wind.Once out of the dream, it is like two grains of sand have entered the sea, lost and lost, never to find each other again.

Fortunately, tomorrow morning, Meng Heyu will take an early flight back to Nancheng.When it was late at night at home, he must have fallen asleep and immediately fell asleep to apologize.

In this cold war, Meng Heyu decided to admit defeat first.No matter how strong the unwillingness to be controlled is, Meng Heyu will admit his mistake.

Because he knows better than anyone else how hurtful it is to disappear suddenly without leaving any news.

After all, Liang Chenghong was like this at the beginning, he kept silent, and all his belongings disappeared.

When Meng Heyu thought about this matter, his chest felt relieved, and only then did he feel that he had returned to Moscow.

There was another fine snow in the morning, which is still drifting like jade flakes.Meng Heyu opened the window, reached out to pick up a little snow powder, and watched it melt into his palm softly after touching the temperature of the living thing.

He is home.

Yanyan was practicing dancing, and Mrs. Wang thought it was too cold outside, so she stayed at home all day, watching TV dramas under the quilt of the hotel.There was still some time before dinner, and Meng Heyu planned to go out for a stroll.

Architecture is the same all over the world, and styles will continue to change with history.The ups and downs of Russia's modern history have left a variety of architectural styles for the capital Moscow.

Meng Heyu stopped in Red Square, remembering that he often played with his classmates here when he was a child.

The snow has stopped, and some workers are cleaning the road with shovels, making a crisp sound of "brushing".

"Good afternoon, sir." Meng Heyu greeted him with a smile.

The worker raised his head and said with a smile, "Good afternoon."

A folk artist was playing the balalaika. Meng Heyu sat down on a bench not far from him and listened to the unique timbre of the balalaika.The vibration of the strings pushed through the air and entered Meng Heyu's ear canal.

A car came and poured its passengers onto the street.The child was playing, and a mother behind him called to slow down.

This kind of familiar and intimate atmosphere sealed Meng Heyu tightly.He closed his eyes, as if he could still hear the chirping of a late bird.

How can there be birds in this season?Thinking of this, Meng Heyu somehow stood up and walked towards the station.

Meng Heyu's home is not too far away, just a few stations away.

Even the birds had gone home, so it was time for him to go.

Meng Heyu was born in a big family with five brothers and sisters. Including grandparents, there are nine people in total. The house they live in is naturally of considerable size.

The older sisters were married, the elder brother brought his sister-in-law back to live, and the sister-in-law gave birth to babies, one after another, who were born one-quarter Chinese and knew how to speak a little Chinese.

Meng Heyu's favorite little nephew is named Iwan.His grandmother, Meng Heyu's mother, gave each child a Chinese name full of oriental charm.Yiwan's Chinese name is Meng Daozhu.

Meng Heyu stood outside the house, thinking that Ivan would be in the first grade this year.

I don't know if he asked where the little uncle went and why he didn't come home.

Meng Heyu's father raised two Alaskas. Seeing Meng Heyu now, they jumped up and down excitedly, scrambling through the fence, sticking their wet noses out, smelling the smell of Meng Heyu's body.

Meng Heyu grinned.

He forgot to put on lip balm before going out. After walking for so long in Moscow's deep winter, his lips were already purple and dry from the cold. When he smiled, he pulled his lips together, making them even more chapped.

But he didn't care at all, he just laughed and made a silent gesture to the two dogs.

He came back this time just to watch silently, not daring to make too much noise, so as not to disturb his family.

Alaska is relatively stupid and has no understanding of human nature. When he sees his master who hasn’t returned home for a long time, he only knows how to be excited and screams again and again. He doesn’t understand Meng Heyu’s intentions at all.

Meng Heyu sighed secretly, thinking that he couldn't stay long like this, so he patted the heads of the two dogs, straightened his legs, and prepared to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a childish "Diedu!".

It turned out that Ivan had just finished school. Seeing the familiar figure from behind, he immediately broke away from his grandmother's hand and ran towards Meng Heyu ecstatically.

Meng Heyu's physical reaction was faster than thinking, and he caught the child in one go, only to realize later that it was his family, Ivan.

The child told him how much he missed in Russian, and Meng Heyu looked into his blue eyes, the same pupil color passed down through the Sergeyev family.

It's just that the blue of each sibling is different.Ivan, like his father, has darker, blue eyes.

Meng Heyu's blue eyes are the shallowest in the family, and they change the most in different light.

Ivan leaned against Meng Heyu's cheek and asked him if he came back for Christmas.Meng Heyu's mouth was full of bitterness, and he didn't know how to explain it to the child.

Three steps away, Meng Heyu's mother finally came to her senses and confirmed that she was the youngest son who was kicked out of the house half a year ago.Her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to call Meng Heyu but couldn't, wet with thin tears.

Meng Heyu patted the back of Ivan's head, put him back on the ground, walked up to the middle-aged woman with difficulty, and called, "Mom."

When his mother put her thumb on his cheek and wiped away his tears, Meng Heyu realized later that he was crying.

Meng Heyu let out a sob deep in his throat, hugging his mother and weeping like a badly injured little animal.

His mother just hugged her most beloved youngest son quietly and patted him on the back, as if comforting a young child.

The weather is cold and the days are short. In winter evening, the road covered with fine snow is sparsely populated.A round of sunset hangs on the dry branches, and the sky is full of red light.

A picture of incomparable tranquility.

Until a roar exploded behind him, piercing the black and white night.

"You still have the face to come back!"

Russian, is the father of Meng Heyu.

"Get out!" From the tone of his voice, he could hear his dismay, "Get out immediately!"

It was Ivan who ran home and loudly announced that Diedu was back during the interval between Meng and Yu's mother and son embracing.

He thought he was here to announce the good news, but he didn't expect that his grandfather dropped the cup immediately, and rushed to the study on the second floor with a face soaring, as if he was about to fetch something.

With a big belly, Ivan's mother staggered but hurriedly pulled Ivan into the room and locked the door.

Ivan started crying: Why didn't you show him his little uncle?

His mother just hugged him and told the child not to ask too many questions, he would naturally know when he grows up.

At the same time, outside the house, Meng Heyu's father roared, like a wild beast, yelling at Meng Heyu to get out.

Meng Heyu's mother reacted faster than Meng Heyu. She pushed Meng Heyu away and rushed forward to stop her husband with tears in her eyes, begging for mercy.

Meng Heyu really wanted to explain a few words to his father, saying that he just wanted to come back and have a look, and he had no other intentions, and he would not extravagantly ask for their forgiveness.

But when he met the object his father was holding, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

Mother turned her head and told him to run.

Meng Heyu started running

He ran wildly, until he twisted in the depths of his body.

The cold wind whizzed past his ears and poured into his heart and lungs, making his chest feel stingingly cold, but he still opened his mouth and panted heavily, not enough to breathe.

Can't stop, run, run.

Until the father's roar and mother's cry were far away and silent, except for the wind, Meng Heyu's world was silent.

At night, the snow began to fall again, and the road was icy.

Finally Meng Heyu staggered and fell into the snowdrift on the side of the road.

He turned over and wanted to sit up, but all the strength in his body had been exhausted.He was lying in the snowdrift, looking up at the dark sky, unable to move a single finger, as if he was dead.

Snow began to fall on his chest, his limbs, burying him inch by inch.

Meng Heyu lay in the snow, like lying in a tomb, half buried in the soil.

The blood relationship between him and his father had been completely cut off.

It's not that he doesn't know how much his father hates him, and he left in such a state of embarrassment last time.

It's just that Meng Heyu was lucky in his mother's arms just now, thinking that half a year had passed, maybe his father would accept him again.

But he was slapped hard by reality.

Meng Heyu thought back to what his father had just held up in his hand, a long tube, black and cold all over his body.

His father, the man who gave him half of his life, had completely torn his son off, and no longer recognized him as a flesh and blood.

A bottomless rift, an irreparable disaster.

Meng Heyu's father was holding a shotgun just now, and the muzzle of the gun was almost aimed at Meng Heyu's heart.

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My Meng Cub QAQ...

I wrote this paragraph because I saw a video where the person who took the video questioned Russia’s homophobia, and then shouted “I’m gay” out the window, only to hear gunshots outside.Although there are some entertainment elements in it, it also reflects the social reality of Russia from the side.It was originally set that Meng Zai was Russian, and it was also for this reason that it was impossible for Meng Zai to go home in this story, so he fell in love with Zhong Chengming, which will be explained later.

What I want to comfort you is that Meng Zai's father will not shoot in the end. He just used it to scare Meng Zai.