There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming couldn't remember how he got home in the end.He sat on the edge of the bed all night, thinking a lot, but it seemed like he didn't think about anything.

My mind went blank.

The sea outside the balcony is the same in all seasons, and the undulating waves extend and extend without bounds.

What Xiaomeng said is right, if you want to blame all this, you can blame yourself for being too complicated, too good at observing words and expressions, and creating this one-man farce.

In the end, you have to reap the consequences.

Meng Heyu packed his luggage around two o'clock in the morning and pushed open the door of Tianhaihe 5R.

Just as he was about to press the elevator, he suddenly thought that the "ding" when the elevator reached the floor might alarm Zhong Chengming.

It was with great difficulty that he sent Zhong Chengming away, and he could no longer allow one in ten thousand mistakes.

So Meng Heyu pushed open the stair door, carrying big bags and small bags, and walked down floor by floor.

In fact, he didn't know where to go, where he could find a place to stay.

I can only rent a cheap hotel nearby first, and live every day as a day.No matter what, he couldn't stay in Tianhaihe anymore, even if he could avoid Zhong Chengming during the day, they would still meet in his dream at night.

This was such a romantic adventure, who would have thought that it would end in such a mess.From then on, he and Zhong Chengming were really two enemies, and they couldn't see each other again, otherwise it would be another fight.

Meng Heyu was very tired, the day was too long, the time was passing by every minute, and there was no end to it.

It was around three o'clock in the morning when he settled down, and after a simple wash, he collapsed into bed—but he tossed and turned, making it difficult to fall asleep.

My heart is so empty, some flesh and blood have been ripped out.From then on his nights were no longer complete, but the crumbs of the day.

When it was dawn, Meng Heyu finally fell asleep.

It was a very deep sleep, without any trace of a dream, his whole body seemed to have sunk into the dark ground, and after waking up, his mind was still in the darkness.

Seeing that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Heyu randomly found a McDonald's near the hotel, ate a hamburger and sent a message to Cao Zixin, asking if he had any suitable rental recommendation.

When Cao Zixin was working in Tianhaihe, he had learned about the rental properties nearby, and quickly replied: What, you want to move out?

Meng Heyu had already thought of a suitable explanation: Well, it’s not good to occupy a friend’s house all the time. I also have some savings now, and I want to rent a house by myself.

Cao Zixin was very straightforward: No problem!How big do you want to rent?

Meng Heyu: A small house is fine. I have no requirements, as long as I can afford the rent.

Cao Zixin was very efficient in his work, and he found a nice house in no time, and said he would accompany Meng Heyu to have a look at it on weekends.

When the weekend came, the two made an appointment to have breakfast at a street stall.When Cao Zixin saw Meng Heyu, he exclaimed, "How did you lose so much weight?!"

Meng Heyu touched his face, but did not notice any difference.

Cao Zixin stayed where he was, and took out his mobile phone to take a picture of Meng Heyu. Only then did Meng Heyu realize that he had indeed lost a layer of flesh, and the line of the corner of his jaw was much sharper.

Meng Heyu shrank his head into the scarf in embarrassment as if someone had revealed some secret, and said, "I've been doing sports recently."

In fact, he has no appetite.

But this sentence must not be heard by Cao Zixin, otherwise Wu Lei would blow him apart on the spot.

However, Cao Zixin was so sophisticated that he could tell at a glance that something had happened to Meng Heyu.It's just that Meng Heyu didn't say anything, and he couldn't ask more questions.

"What kind of exercise? You only lose weight but don't gain energy. Look at your dark circles." Cao Zixin smiled and changed the subject for Meng Heyu. Porridge."

Both of them ordered porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, which was served in blue and white enamel bowls, and the white mist rose up, fragrant.

Meng Heyu pressed his fingers against the belly of the bowl, and after warming his stiff skin for a while, he broke off the disposable chopsticks and started eating.

Cao Zixin noticed this detail. He thought that Meng Heyu's mental outlook was too bad.

It's only been a week or two since the last time I saw him, why is it so dilapidated?

Cao Zixin was full of doubts, but he didn't say it. He was still relaxed as usual, chatting with Meng Heyu everywhere, current news, campus gossip, and Zhong Chengming.

"Professor Zhong hasn't been to work for many days," Cao Zixin said in a normal tone, and no one else could hear the meaning. Only he himself knew that he was probing, "Xiao Meng, you live across from him, do you know why?"

Meng Heyu's expression changed.

It was just a very subtle change, but Cao Zixin caught it.

Meng Heyu lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know, I have nothing to do with him."

"Oh, what a pity, I still want to learn something from Professor Zhong. Now I can only record data in the laboratory, which can be done by catching any elementary school student..." Cao Zixin skillfully took Huatou away, and then they Don't talk about Zhong Chengming anymore.

After breakfast, the two went to see the house, which was located in an old residential area.One kitchen, one bathroom, one bedroom and one living room, the kitchen and the living room are connected, and the visual effect is spacious enough when entering the door.

The previous tenant was a girl, she was very thoughtful, the wallpaper and the floor were all changed and cleaned.

While introducing this, the landlord opened the curtains, and the sunlight came in brightly, reflecting the white wallpaper and light-colored wooden floor, filling the room with a smooth air.

Meng Heyu reached an agreement with the landlord, and moved the property over in the afternoon.

He didn't have much belongings, and he would fill them with big and small bags at first, mainly because the winter clothes were heavy, and one piece could fill up a plastic bag.

The shaggy military overcoat he'd bought in Moscow, which he was waiting to wear to death, was the cheapest and most durable.His father's military overcoat was passed down from his grandfather, and it was originally intended to be passed on to his youngest son, Meng Heyu.

Said it was mostly a wound, so Meng Heyu stopped thinking about it and spread the coat on the quilt.

He always feels cold at night recently, and a quilt is not enough.

Day by day, Meng Heyu's appetite never came back.

When it comes to the food he likes, he always thinks about what he once shared with Zhong Chengming.

Meng Heyu seems to be suffering from a post-traumatic disorder, the clinical manifestation is that he can no longer enjoy the food he once liked, and the cause of all this is Zhong Chengming.

When the weather is fine, Meng Heyu will draw the curtains to let the sunlight pass through the glass windows, illuminating the whole living room.

Meng Heyu sat in this warm heat, writing songs with his guitar in his arms.During this period of unbearable lovelorn, the only consolation that Meng Heyu can hold tightly in his hands is probably music.

This is not too accurate, and there is another thing that makes Meng Heyu feel better: his new boss likes him very much.

Tang Manqiu never made Meng Heyu work hard, and after Meng Heyu sang for a long time, she forced him to come down to rest his throat.

Meng Heyu is not allowed to drink alcohol, especially strong alcohol.Meng Heyu said he would only get drunk with half a bottle of vodka, Tang Manqiu tapped his forehead: "I'm not afraid of you getting drunk."

She said that Meng Heyu had a god-given good voice. She had been in art school for almost ten years, and she could count people with Meng Heyu's aptitude on one hand, but they all declined due to various reasons.

Meng Heyu felt apprehensive when he heard this, and said, "I sing just for fun."

"Then it's worth fighting for fun." Tang Manqiu rubbed Meng Heyu's hair. "It's best to win. Even if you lose, you have nothing to lose."

Meng Heyu told Tang Manqiu about the university band in his free time. Tang Manqiu wanted to come and listen to the video, and the songs were all mouthwatering songs. Meng Heyu's unique ethereal timbre was useless in these melodious songs.

Sure enough, Maxima still needed Bole, it was too late, but fortunately, she finally found this good student for her.

Tang Manqiu plans to recommend Meng Heyu to participate in singing talent shows. Meng Heyu's appearance is quite outstanding, and it is not too difficult to get ahead in this generation.

It's just that Meng Heyu has not received systematic vocal training, but Tang Manqiu is not in a hurry. Meng Heyu has a foundation in musical instruments, is in tune, and is born with a good voice. All he needs is time.

Every night Tang Manqiu opens the voice for Meng Heyu.When Meng Heyu performed at halftime, he would also pick her up and comment on the length.

Meng Heyu's address to Tang Manqiu gradually changed from "Teacher Tang" to "Sister Tang".

He has been very good at girls since he was a child. Whenever there is a crisis, most of the people who come out to help are women. Before it was Bai Lin, but now it is Sister Tang.

Of course, Cao Zixin is also a good person, but he is currently working under Zhong Chengming, and whenever he chats with Meng Heyu, he will talk about how Professor Zhong is doing recently.Although the length of the article is not long, Meng Heyu gradually realized that there was something in Cao Zixin's words as time passed.

They are scholars and are very curious about everything, and Meng Heyu doesn't blame him for wanting to find out something from himself.

It's just that this period of grievances is too private and painful, so I can't say it casually.

Cao Zixin noticed Meng Heyu's evasive attitude, and thought that it would be fine. Xiao Meng has experienced too much, so don't force him into difficulties. He was about to give up, but progress came from the other side.

Meng Heyu kept silent, but Zhong Chengming approached Cao Zixin one day when there was no one else in the laboratory.

"Do you know Xiao Meng?" The interrogative sentence was in a declarative tone.

Cao Zixin thought to himself: He called him Xiaomeng.

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