There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu had completely forgotten the way he would go in the future, and in the end a well-meaning man passing by couldn't stand it, helped him up, and asked him where he lived.

Meng Heyu subconsciously looked in the direction of home, but later realized that he would never go back.

He lowered his head and reported the name of the hotel.The kind wife called a taxi for him and watched him leave.

Meng Heyu was in a mess, and there were still a few spots of melting snow on his body, and he sat foolishly in the back seat of the carriage.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, unable to figure out the cause and effect, and finally only sighed softly.

It wasn't until the taxi stopped in front of the hotel that Meng Heyu recovered from his dazed state and wanted to pay the fare, only to find out that the kind wife had already settled the bill for him.

Meng Heyu's heart warmed up, and his nasal cavity began to feel sore again.

It was probably the best thing that happened on this terrible day.

He went back to his room first, and tidied up his messy appearance.Facing the mirror, he tried to restore his normal appearance, but it was difficult to rekindle the old glory in his eyes.

When he fell into the snowdrift, the corner of his forehead hit the roadside stone, and he knocked down bluntly. Although he didn't bleed, he also developed a bruise.

Meng Heyu didn't wear make-up, and he didn't have makeup on his body, so he couldn't cover it up, so he had to go to see Mrs. Wang just like that.

Mrs. Wang was still in a hurry and didn't know where Meng Heyu had gone. She didn't reply to her messages or answer her phone calls. When she saw Meng Heyu's appearance, she was so frightened that she forgot to complain. She pulled Meng Heyu into the room and pressed her into the room. The sofa starts with a series of questions.

Meng Heyu was already exhausted, because his heart was broken, so if he fell casually, his bones would easily fall apart.

Even if he knew Mrs. Wang was concerned, he still felt that this was a mental interrogation.

But Wang Xiaoyan was more anxious than her mother. She rummaged around for safflower oil and found it. She rubbed it for Meng Heyu with tears in her eyes and urged him, "Brother Meng, talk! Where have you been? Did you meet some bad guys? Did they fight?..."

"I'm fine," Meng Heyu said weakly, a smile was uglier than crying, "I lost my way, I fell down, that's it, don't worry."

They did care about Meng Heyu, but the ins and outs of this matter were too private, and it was inconvenient for Meng Heyu to explain to them in detail.

Just wait for the plane to fly back home early tomorrow morning, talk to the person in the dream, throw myself into his arms, and pour out all the heavy pain.

Meng Heyu repeatedly assured the Wang family's mother and daughter that he was fine, so he ate something casually and went back to his room.

But he didn't sleep, he just packed up all his belongings, then sat on the head of the bed with his knees bent, and sat dry all night.

I thought about a lot of things, but I didn't seem to think about anything.Several times I felt abandoned by the whole world.A friend betrayed once in three years; he only stopped at the door of the house, and was chased away by his father with a gun.

That kind of despair was like a huge wind and waves, roaring and drowning Meng Heyu.

There is only a piece of driftwood that can be hugged tightly in his arms, and it is not stable, but it is the only thing he can rely on in this world.

The man of his dreams, his lover, his lover.

He is the only relative who can be by his side in this world.

Meng Heyu watched the sky light up piece by piece.

The skylight sifted in through the veil, very fine and thin, but it could also illuminate this spacious single room.Meng Heyu put on his backpack and pushed the door open, only to see Wang Xiaoyan with gloomy eyes.

Meng Heyu looked down at her bitter face, and for a moment didn't know whose face was more haggard.

"What's the matter?" Meng Heyu tried his best to smile, "Didn't it be agreed last night that I can just go to the airport by myself?"

"Brother Xiao Meng..." There was a cry in Wang Xiaoyan's tone.

Meng Heyu closed the door and waited for her next sentence.

Her next sentence, Meng Heyu, heard it countless times last night: "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Heyu closed his eyes, it seemed that if Yanyan didn't ask him for an answer, she would always keep it in mind.

Her match is coming up, Meng Heyu doesn't want her to be distracted.After ten years of sharpening her sword, this is an opportunity she looks forward to day and night.

Finally sighed: "Help me keep a secret, can you?"

As soon as Wang Xiaoyan heard it, her eyes lit up immediately, she nodded frequently, and she took a step forward to promise: "Definitely!"

"I had a conflict with my family." After all, Meng Heyu did not tell the truth in detail, Yanyan was still a child, "and then I was kicked out."

"Why?!" Wang Xiaoyan was shocked. She couldn't understand how such a soft and kind little brother Meng would have such an earth-shattering quarrel with his family and break it up completely.

Meng Heyu just smiled lightly, full of pain inside: "I'll tell you again when I have a chance, is that okay?"

Having reached this point, Wang Xiaoyan stopped asking, and just said that she would send Meng Heyu to a taxi.

The plane sailed smoothly into the clouds, and Meng Heyu looked down from the window, looking hard, trying to keep Moscow in his eyes and in his heart.

After all, once he leaves, he will never come back.Even as a tourist, he dared not set foot in this forbidden area again.

Moscow, since then, has drawn up the danger belt and erected barbed wire.There are landmines all over the place, and I don't know when I stepped on it suddenly, and there was a bang, and the body was covered with cuts and bruises, and the flesh and blood splattered.

Half of his 25th birthday wish came true: he did go home, but he couldn't go home again.

Since then, I have been wandering alone.

Although it is a direct flight, the journey spans thousands of kilometers and takes more than a dozen hours, but Meng and Yuqiang hold on to their eyelids and refuse to put them together.

When it was late at night and finally arrived at Tianhaihe's downstairs, he hadn't closed his eyes for more than 24 hours.

The overwhelming sleepiness has materialized into a murderous monster, pinching Meng Heyu's head, and piercing his skull hard.

His temples were throbbing, and his whole body was very heavy.Both feet seemed to be chained, and every step was extremely difficult.

When Zhong Chengming heard the sound of the elevator, he pushed open the door suddenly, and this was Meng Heyu he saw.

The two blue eyes lost their brilliance and were no longer lively, and there were still two streaks of dark gray under the eyelids.Her lips, which were always rosy, were only pale, as if she had suddenly experienced a serious illness and her body and spirit were haggard.

What Zhong Chengming was most concerned about was Meng Heyu's forehead, which was bruised and purple, as if he had hit something heavy.

Zhong Chengming had been circling the questioning in his mouth for three days, but suddenly he couldn't get out.

Meng Heyu was obviously startled by Zhong Chengming who opened the door suddenly, and turned his bloodless face in Zhong Chengming's direction.

Meng Heyu didn't take the initiative to ask anything.

Most of his heart is dead, and the only surviving part will only beat for the person in his dream.

He was too tired to deal with the rest of the people and things.What's more, it was Zhong Chengming who was inexplicable and became hostile to him. Meng Heyu didn't have the strength to guess his thoughts.

Zhong Chengming's face, which had never been expressionless, now had an expression that could be called "surprised".

But this is also very subtle, like drawing a line lightly on white paper with a pencil.Zhong Chengming is used to being expressionless, it seems that his facial muscles have hardened due to long-term non-use.

Meng Heyu faced such a mask-like face.

Zhong Chengming even looked at the joke with such a cold expression.He is just a rock—no, not even a rock, and a rock will get warm after being covered for a long time.

Zhong Chengming has no feelings, and no one has feelings for him, Meng Heyu. He has always been hot-headed and wholeheartedly wants to be nice to others, but in the end he was knocked out of his teeth and swallowed by blood.

This is the case with his best friend of three years, his biological father, and even this new neighbor who has never met him before and has no feuds with him.

Did they all bully him? Meng Heyu has a good temper, coming and going as soon as he is called.

Do you think that Meng Heyu has no self-esteem?

"Zhong Chengming!"

A burst of anger sprang up, and without warning, Meng Heyu suddenly called Zhong Chengming's name by name and surname.

Zhong Chengming was startled, and found that Meng Heyu's knuckles were tightly clenched on the straps of the backpack.His eyes were full of ferocity, and his two blue eyes were on fire, which was an expression that Meng Heyu shouldn't have at all.

"Have you seen enough?!"

Meng Heyu asked viciously.

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Finally arrived at Little Meng Ji Zhong!

Fired the first shot of chasing his wife