There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu was stunned for a few seconds, then turned Zhong Chengming's hand over and raised it to his eyes.

In the warm and bright light of the entrance, Meng Heyu carefully confirmed the outline of this little mole again.

The size of half a grain of rice, dotted on the skin of Zhong Chengming's tiger's mouth like a dot of ink.

I live by the sea and have a mole on my left hand.

The person in the dream is illusory and there is no real shadow, only these two clues, Meng Heyu is clutching in his hands like straws, hoping that one day, he can identify his lover in reality based on these two clues.

And Zhong Chengming lives by the sea, and he also has a small mole on his left hand that is exactly the same.

Meng Heyu seemed to know something, but he didn't know anything.In other words, he knew it and acted as if he didn't know it, trying to deceive himself about it.

It shouldn't be Zhong Chengming.

Not Zhong Chengming.

That day, Meng Heyu was holding a bowl of carefully made taro balls, but Zhong Chengming slammed the door against him.From then on, Meng Heyu's desire to have a good relationship with Zhong Chengming gradually cooled down just like the bowl of taro balls.

During that time, Meng Heyu fell into deep self-doubt.

It is very sad to be hated by others for no reason, not to mention that Meng Heyu is already Zhong Chengming's friend.

And all the truth finally came to light today, and Meng Heyu realized that he was extremely despicable in Zhong Chengming's eyes.

Exchanging the flesh for money cannot give up material wealth.He, Meng Heyu, was just a puddle of unsightly mud, so every time he saw him, Zhong Chengming turned a blind eye.

Zhong Chengming presumptuously claimed that Meng Heyu was a male prostitute, and he could clearly explain the misunderstanding when he opened his mouth, but he arrogantly believed only what he saw and heard, and was trapped in his one-sided judgment.

Zhong Chengming didn't understand Meng Heyu's personality at all.

Coincidence, all coincidence.There are many people in this world who live by the sea, and there is also a small mole printed on the tiger's mouth on their left hand.

The person in his dream cannot and cannot be Zhong Chengming.

Meng Heyu let go of Zhong Chengming's hand, took a step back, and his whole body became cold.

Zhong Chengming didn't know that Meng Heyu had just ended a fierce struggle in his heart. He only knew that from Meng Heyu's face, he saw the expression he showed to Liang Chenghong just now, like an expressionless stranger.

"Xiao Meng," Zhong Chengming panicked, "What's wrong?"

Such a soft and soft voice.

Meng Heyu looked away, not wanting to see Zhong Chengming's expression full of nervousness and pity.This kind of Zhong Chengming was both strange and familiar to him.

Like it, and hate it.

"I don't need an answer." Because Meng Heyu already had an answer, even though he didn't want to admit it.

Zhong Chengming would call him Xiaomeng, and would not mind holding his arm tightly, because they had done so countless times in their dreams.Who would hate being called and touched by the one you love.

Meng Heyu held back his crying, trying to make his tone sound cold-blooded and heartless: "Zhong Chengming, I don't want to see you in the future."

He has really exhausted his acting skills all his life, putting on this cold shell, and he only hopes to get rid of Zhong Chengming as soon as possible.

Too many things happened tonight, he just wanted to cry alone.

But Zhong Chengming refused.He took a step forward and immediately narrowed the distance between the two: "I did something wrong, and I admit it all. Xiaomeng, give me a chance to correct it, okay?"

Before today, Meng Heyu would never have imagined that Zhong Chengming would have such a humble time.

Meng Heyu couldn't hold back his tears anymore, no matter how hard he tried, these tears still oozed from his eyes one by one, like an old faucet that couldn't be turned on no matter what.

After the whole conversation with Liang Chenghong, Meng Heyu never shed tears.His half-Russian heritage, in particular, does not allow him to cry in front of outsiders.

Meng Heyu used the palms and backs of his hands together to wipe away the tears on his face. He rubbed so hard that two eyelashes fell off.

Zhong Chengming was so distressed that he was about to break, he admitted his fault loudly, and stretched out his hand to hug Meng Heyu, but Meng Heyu avoided it.

Zhong Chengming's arms froze in the air, unable to move up or down.

Meng Heyu kept retreating until there was no way to retreat, and bumped into the edge of the sofa, his feet limp and slumped on the ground.

Zhong Chengming wanted to go forward, but he yelled at Meng Heyu not to come.

So Zhong Chengming froze even his steps, and after a long time, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Meng Heyu was still crying, tears flowing down his cheeks and neck into his shirt, and the fabric was soaked.

"Zhong Chengming, why are you so hateful..." He choked up and said, "You threw me away without a word of explanation, and now you think you can pick me up with a few words of sorry..."

"I'm not so lowly, I've always been a good person, and I don't even say dirty words. I'm not some MB, you can't be like a duck, leave when you want me, come when you want me, I also have self-esteem..."

"I know," Zhong Chengming tried to explain incoherently, "Xiao Meng, I really want to make up for it. Give me a chance."

"You will make up for it by disappearing before my eyes from now on." After Meng Heyu finished speaking, he buried his cheeks in his knees, and Zhong Chengming trembled when he saw him.

Meng Heyu has never been afraid of the cold, but now he can't resist even a gust of wind.

"I have someone I like." Meng Heyu didn't want to look at Zhong Chengming, and said to himself, "and that person is not you, it can't be you. So don't disturb my life anymore, don't call me Xiaomeng, Don't stand in the elevator and block me, or I will move out—"

Meng Heyu raised his head suddenly, he suddenly thought of the most effective way to solve all these chaos.

"I will move out tonight," he stood up while crawling, "Just treat it as a dream, Zhong Chengming, we will never see each other again."

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhong Chengming knew that Meng Heyu had recognized him.

Zhong Chengming's ears buzzed, as if he could hear how the blood was rushing in the veins.He immediately ran after Meng Heyu in the bedroom, and then held him tightly in his arms.

Meng Heyu struggled violently, but Zhong Chengming used his real strength this time, and the muscles all over his body tensed up, locking Meng Heyu in his arms like an iron chain.

During the fierce subduing and resistance, the two staggered and fell onto the bed.

"Zhong Chengming, let go!" Meng Heyu was pinned down by Zhong Chengming, questioning with tears in his eyes, "Don't you want to touch me? Don't you think I'm dirty?!"

"When did I say that?!"

"You said, it would be nice if you could meet me earlier," Meng Heyu remembered, and he remembered everything, "If you met me earlier, I would be clean, so you can do it comfortably, right?! "

It's always like this, layer upon layer of misunderstandings, getting deeper and deeper, until finally an impenetrable diaphragm.

"I never meant that!" Zhong Chengming couldn't tolerate this kind of misunderstanding at all, and his voice was louder than Meng Heyu's, "I just want to meet you sooner, so you don't have to suffer so much!"

Unexpectedly, Meng Heyu cried out: "You are the one who caused me the most pain! I don't blame Liang Chenghong, because I will be kicked out by my father sooner or later; I don't blame my father, he is a believer, and he can't tolerate me. I understand—but you, Zhong Chengming, you killed the only person I like in this life with your own hands!"

"Zhong Chengming, not only do I hate you, I also hate—"

Before the words of hate could be uttered, Meng Heyu was silenced by Zhong Chengming with a kiss.

A deep kiss, lips pressed together, completely leaving no way out, killing all Meng Heyu's words.

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It’s a bit cool to write, Brother Zhong, you don’t have a wife after all

(It will be very late to get home tomorrow night. I don’t know if there is time to update. You don’t have to wait after twelve o’clock