There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu tossed this sentence vigorously, and ignored the waves it caused in Zhong Chengming's heart.

Turn around, put the key in the lock hole, twist it, and push the door open.

Zhong Chengming reflexively wanted to catch up.He waited so long for Meng Heyu, and he couldn't let him disappear easily.But Meng Heyu moved too quickly and slammed the door of the house with a bang.

A gust of wind hit Zhong Chengming's nose.

Deja Vu.

Then Zhong Chengming remembered that he once fell on the door of the house in front of Meng Heyu like this.

Zhong Chengming stood at the door of Meng Heyu's house, motionless like a stone statue, and finally turned back to his home when even the voice-activated lights were dimmed.

The picture just now is lingering in my mind. The embarrassed and angry Meng Heyu standing at the elevator entrance is like a metaphorical painting, with clues everywhere, but if you don’t know the background of the times, you can’t understand the background at all. s story.

Zhong Chengming originally thought he had seen through Meng Heyu, but he didn't expect Meng Heyu to become a mystery again.

But even in this fog, Zhong Chengming knew what to do next.

Meng and Yu have a place to go.

Zhong Chengming once again fell asleep with the help of sleeping pills.

In fact, he has been off sleeping pills for many years, especially a while ago, every night was a dream, he can always easily fall asleep peacefully.

But in the past two nights, his emotions fluctuated too much. As soon as he lay down on the bed, he was full of thoughts and biting everywhere.Zhong Chengming had to rely on medicine to enter the dreamland.

In the dream, it rained again, there was a thunderstorm, and a bolt of lightning struck the sky, and everything under it was in an evil shape.

This time it was Zhong Chengming who was outside the door.

But in front of him is not Meng Heyu's university apartment, but a mansion with exotic architectural style.Made of red bricks and blue carved wooden windows, it should be a very bright color, but when the sky is dark and the sky is dark, it also becomes bleak.

Zhong Chengming pushed open the iron-cast courtyard door, and walked towards the brightly lit living room step by step.

Meng Heyu was sitting by the fireplace with his knees bent. There seemed to be no soul in his body, his expression was dull, and his eyes were empty.

Zhong Chengming's heart stabbed at once, and thousands of needles pierced in at once.

All the cross-examination and questioning disappeared in an instant, and he opened his mouth, leaving only a distressed sentence: "What's the matter?"

Meng Heyu's heart broke immediately, and all grievances came up. He opened his arms and shouted in a crying voice: "Zhong Chengming!"

Zhong Chengming lifted Meng Heyu from the fireplace and carried him to the sofa.Meng Heyu's limbs were icy cold, and Zhong Chengming couldn't imagine that this was his boyfriend who was like a small stove all year round.

Zhong Chengming pulled the wool blanket on the sofa, wrapped Meng Heyu in his arms, and wrapped Meng Heyu's hands into his own.

Although Zhong Chengming is now able to fully remember things in the real world, seeing Meng Heyu like this, he still can't control his love and compassion.

Meng and Yu snuggled into Zhong Chengming's arms like a kitten, crying pitifully, with big drops of tears oozing from his blue eyes.

Zhong Chengming listened to his mournful cries, picked up the intermittent narration, and pieced together the cause and effect.

Soon the truth surfaced, with the paleness of a corpse.

It turns out that this is Meng Heyu's hometown in Moscow.

It turned out that Meng Heyu really didn't rest at home a few nights ago, but flew to Moscow, but he had a mess with his family.

He came out of the closet with his family half a year ago, and when he saw his father again this time, he even pointed a gun at him.

Kolomensk's guess became true. The time he met Meng Heyu at the Haida Cafe, he was really homesick, but he couldn't go back.

But this time Zhong Chengming could no longer stay out of the matter, thinking coldly that this was Meng Heyu's own fault.

Another thing has also become true. Before Zhong Chengming thought that Meng Heyu might be just a shell, in which his real dream lover lived, but now, the experience of Meng Heyu in this dream is completely different from that of Meng Heyu in reality. match.

They are the same person.The little lover he misses day and night, lives opposite him, and has become an enemy with him.

He would stare fiercely at him, call him by name, and ask, "Have you seen enough?!"

Zhong Chengming has never been so embarrassed.

One of his hearts split in two, contradicting each other, betraying each other.

He clearly knew that Meng Heyu was mired in the mud, not the innocence he had hoped for, but he couldn't control his urge to pity him.

In any case, Meng Heyu's grief is true after all.

"Zhong Chengming," Meng Heyu called him sobbing, "I'm so sad... Dad doesn't want me, mom can't want me, I can't go home, I don't have a home..."

Zhong Chengming's deep voice echoed in Meng Heyu's ears: "It's okay, I'm still here."

He patted Meng Heyu's back again and again, as if comforting a young child.Meng Heyu was suddenly familiar with this movement, the steady and soothing rhythm.

His mother comforted him in the same way.

Meng Heyu suddenly thought clearly why he liked Zhong Chengming.

If love is a feeling, not a pile of conditions, so Zhong Chengming said that liking him is like heaven.

For Meng Heyu, Zhong Chengming felt like home.

He likes Zhong Chengming as home.

Meng Heyu is not smart enough, always belatedly aware.

In fact, he knew very early that he had lost the right to go home. He was educated and grew up in Russia, and he knew the taboos in their culture better than anyone else.

His father was also a fairly devout Orthodox Christian.

Liang Chenghong is right, he, Meng Heyu, is gay, and he is shaped like this by nature, and he will only be attracted to individuals with the same sexual characteristics.

He was destined to be separated from his family from birth, so he was very cautious about the other half.What Meng Heyu wants is someone who can make up for his missing family, but before Zhong Chengming, none of the people he met could take on this important task, especially Liang Chenghong.

Only Zhong Chengming can.

In this ever-changing dreamland, Zhong Chengming is always the one that remains the same.

Once this premise is established, sooner or later, Meng Heyu will definitely have love in his heart.

Meng Heyu gradually calmed down. After recognizing his love for Zhong Chengming, his bone-breaking pain of bereavement was finally effectively comforted.

He looked up at Zhong Chengming, starting from the peak of his eyebrows, along the brow bone, to the corners of the eyes, the chin, and the roots of the chin—Meng Heyu reached out to touch it, it was short and thick, and it was very prickly.

Zhong Chengming lowered his head, seeing that the person in his arms had finally regained some vitality, he felt a little relieved, so he teased him with his fibrous roots.

Unexpectedly, Meng Heyu kissed him suddenly.

Zhong Chengming never knew that Meng Heyu, who was as soft as Fang Xian, had such great strength to restrain Zhong Chengming in one fell swoop.

——Or Zhong Chengming didn't intend to resist at all, so he let Meng Heyu press on him, hugged him and started a long and deep kiss.

"Zhong Chengming, Zhong Chengming..." Meng Heyu called out his name while panting, out of breath, full of lust, "I like you..."

Zhong Chengming put his hands into Meng Heyu's soft black hair, and faced Meng Heyu's sudden outburst of love, he still managed to cope: "I like you too, Xiao Meng, we will be together forever."

"Well, we'll be together forever..." Meng Heyu rubbed Zhong Chengming's neck, smelling his healthy masculine breath, a rush of longing surged up.

"Zhong Chengming," he pressed against Zhong Chengming's ear, begging in a low voice, "I want to hug you."

Zhong Chengming's two thick arms hugged Meng Heyu even tighter, and said fondly, "I'm hugging."

Unexpectedly, Meng Heyu swung his waist up and down and rubbed against Zhong Chengming.

"It's this kind of hug."

He said.

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Xiaomeng, you are so lustful, I love you so much^q^

(I won’t be going home at night, and it just happened to be a must-read today, so I will update it early! Thank you for your support)