There is a period in the dream

After Meng Heyu returned home, he threw Liang Chenghong onto the sofa, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his face, and did not invite Zhong Chengming to sit down.

Zhong Chengming stood politely at the porch, keeping all the furnishings of Meng Heyu's house inside and out.

This was Zhong Chengming's first time to be a guest at someone's house—accurately speaking, he was not a guest, he didn't even have a seat, and he was only allowed to stay here until midnight.

While thinking, Zhong Chengming looked at the clock on the wall. It was designed in retro style, and the hour hand carved with baroque patterns pointed to the Roman numeral eleven.

It is now 11:30 and he only has half an hour left.

The furnishings in Meng Heyu's house are much more humane than those in Zhong Chengming's house. Although the furniture is all the same new and clean, there are decorations placed in the corners, with vivid colors.

There is also a crystal bowl on the coffee table, which contains half of the purple and white taro balls.

It was made by Meng Heyu himself.

He used to grind coconut milk ice with taro balls, garnish with two vanilla leaves, and eagerly offered it to himself, but he slammed the door away.

Now Zhong Chengming not only regrets it, but also regrets it so much that his intestines are green.

Liang Chenghong, who collapsed on the sofa, obviously also noticed Meng Heyu's taro balls, filled with endless nostalgia, struggled to sit up, and stretched out his hand to remove the plastic wrap on the bowl.

Sensing his intention, Zhong Chengming immediately stepped forward in three steps and two steps, pulling the bowl away from Liang Chenghong's hand.

Liang Chenghong raised his eyes, and Zhong Chengming, who was dressed in a formal attire, was looking down at him, with a pair of deep pupils hidden behind the lens, and his aura was extremely strong.

Zhong Chengming is actually wearing flat glasses, he is not short-sighted.

The only reason he wears glasses is so that he can look directly at people when he has to.Looking at people through the lens is like a layer of film, which sifts out a little detail, making it less unbearable for him.

It also made it difficult for people to see his wink.

Liang Chenghong only felt that the person in front of him was very mysterious, so he couldn't help lowering his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

"You are Xiaomeng's college classmate." Declarative sentence.

"Aren't you going to answer me first?"

"My relationship with Xiao Meng," Zhong Chengming slowed down, Liang Chenghong could see how clearly he enunciated, "We are neighbors now."

Liang Chenghong sat bluntly for a while, dismantling and digesting the hidden meaning between the lines in Zhong Chengming's words.

"At present? That is to say, there will be a future?" He became alert, "What kind of relationship do you want to develop with Xiao Meng?"

Zhong Chengming didn't answer his question anymore, he wanted to deal with him fairly: "You asked me a question just now, now it's time for me to ask you: Why did you follow Xiaomeng tonight?"

"Follow?" Liang Chenghong laughed, "Why should I follow Xiao Meng? As long as I want to, I will know where Xiao Meng lives sooner or later—"

A sofa pillow was thrown from behind, hitting Liang Chenghong right on the back of the head.

He kowtowed forward, turned around with an angry face, met Meng Heyu, lost his temper again, opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Meng Heyu's face was gloomy, and he sat heavily on the single sofa, took a glass of water from the tea table and poured it down in one gulp.

Then put it on the table with a bang: "What, which one of you will speak first, why don't we fight to decide the order?"

"No need," Zhong Chengming politely said, "He goes first."

He must first know how much he misunderstood Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu said that he was homeless, and that no matter how poor he was, he would never be able to sell it. So what was going on with this apartment? Zhong Chengming heard with his own ears that day that the stylishly dressed rich young master called Meng Heyu "" little lover.

Liang Chenghong took a look at Zhong Chengming and said that it was inconvenient for him to have outsiders around.Meng Heyu thought it was funny, Liang Chenghong was so embarrassing, it would be too pretentious to talk about convenience now.

"This person has nothing to do with the entertainment industry," Meng Heyu pointed at Zhong Chengming, "If you're still worried, then don't talk about it at all. I'm not interested in listening anyway."

Liang Chenghong's face turned green and pale for a while, and finally he had to compromise: "The contract that day was actually drafted according to my father's wishes."

Zhong Chengming remembered that the first time he dreamed of Meng Heyu's university apartment, there was a stack of contracts on the four-corner coffee table in the living room.

Meng Heyu frowned and then loosened his brows, as if he had figured something out: "No wonder you are the only one named."

Meng Heyu was still very confused for a while, what kind of record company would insist on having only one keyboard player instead of signing the lead singer.

"I always thought that I was out of my father's control," Liang Chenghong's statement continued, "After participating in the draft, it was too smooth all the way, and I realized that something was wrong. It is not so easy to get rid of, Xiaomeng, my father just It's all around me, like air, and I can't get rid of it."

Meng Heyu's pillow didn't seem to wake Liang Chenghong from his drunkenness.His words have no beginning and no end, and Meng Heyu is not sure what his central theme is: "So what? Is this what you want to tell me?"

But these Meng Heyu are clear.He had seen Liang Chenghong's father from afar, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he trained Liang Chenghong like a three-year-old child, asking him to put his hands on his side and bow his head obediently, not treating him as an adult at all.

The influence of his father's authority is too deep, and it is understandable for Liang Chenghong to grow such a pair of weak bones.

"I want to say that I left that day because of my dad. He is really terrible. If things get serious..."

Liang Chenghong didn't say any more, but Meng Heyu understood what he meant: Liang Chenghong just wanted to say that he had difficulties, and he didn't abandon Meng Heyu on purpose.

Meng Heyu thought that Liang Chenghong was shirking responsibility. All in all, his father was to blame for everything. If it wasn't for his father's too much power and his father's desire for his son to become a dragon, he wouldn't have packed up his things so quickly and left Meng He alone. Jade doesn't care.

Although the two are not comparable, Meng Heyu still compares him to Zhong Chengming.

Because Zhong Chengming took the initiative to apologize to Meng Heyu not long ago, admitting his own mistakes, saying sorry, I didn't mean to target you.

Meng Heyu's state of mind is surprisingly calm.

He asked Liang Chenghong if he had finished speaking, Liang Chenghong was silent for a while, and realized that the important words had indeed been finished.

He thought he would have a full stomach full of long speeches, and he had to talk to Meng Heyu in detail all night, but in the end it turned out to be only a few words.There is always a gap between what you think and what you say.

But he was not willing to end like this, so he began to recall some unimportant things in detail.

He said that Meng Heyu was a good drinker, and at every celebration banquet at the university, it was Meng Heyu who cleaned up the mess.As Liang Chenghong said, his eyes drifted to the taro balls on the coffee table.Meng Heyu knew that he was missing him, so he tried to remind himself of his old relationship by means of bitterness.

It's just that if there was still a little bit of old love left in Meng Heyu's heart in the past, then after tonight, there will not be even a little ashes left.

He kind of understood why his father wanted to kill himself.

People from two worlds, if they insist on getting together under the same roof, they will only dislike each other the more they look at each other. Why bother to force it, it will only create more harm for the other party.

Meng Heyu pulled the taro ball over, and Zhong Chengming moved his fingers, but he didn't stop it in the end.

"Eat it," Meng Heyu said, "I cooked it in the evening. It was a bit cold, but it didn't spoil."

Liang Chenghong's fingers were almost trembling, he finished Meng Heyu's taro balls in a few mouthfuls, and swallowed them all.

Putting down the bowl, he saw Meng Heyu's face was icy cold, his eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger.

"Liang Chenghong, you are right about one thing," Meng Heyu's tone was emotionless, "I was indeed born gay."

"So I don't blame you, because sooner or later I will fall out with my family. But you want to make up with me, which is impossible. The reason is simple. Now I know what kind of person you are, and I I don’t want to make friends with you again.”

Meng Heyu stood up and opened the door for Liang Chenghong: "The relationship between us is completely over, you can go, let's get together and part ways, and we will never see each other again."

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In the last chapter, because the readers reflected bluntly, I re-wrote it. If you want to read it, you can clear the cache and re-read it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t read it, it doesn’t affect it

I wrote this paragraph about Liang Chenghong, I just wanted to add a follow-up to Xiaomeng's forced out of the closet, he probably won't show up again in the future, yeah