There is a period in the dream

"Xiao Meng? Meng Heyu?"

Zhong Chengming nodded: "If I remember correctly, we met twice, and you were with him both times."

"Yes, I know Xiao Meng," Cao Zixin said with a smile, "We have a good relationship."

Cao Zixin's smile was just a polite smile towards the teacher, there was no other meaning in it.

But hearing him say "We have a pretty good relationship", Zhong Chengming still felt that his smile was a bit dazzling.

He looked away, staring at the neatly arranged test tubes on the laboratory table, and said in a casual tone, "How did you meet him?"

"We worked in the same store before." Cao Zixin omitted all the details and gave a very simple answer.

"The same store?" Zhong Chengming asked, "You also work in a nightclub?"

Cao Zixin didn't expect Zhong Chengming to know so much, so he hurriedly explained: "It was before, but not now. Our department has a lot of studies, and I wanted to maximize the benefits, so I found a shop with flexible working hours and high hourly wages. , I just went over to make a drink on the weekend..."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the students' private life," Zhong Chengming interrupted Cao Zixin, "What I want to ask you is, you should know that Xiao Meng is my neighbor, so have you ever wondered why he lives in the senior class?" In the house, but you want to work in a nightclub?"

Cao Zixin thought about it, and felt that Meng Heyu should not mind if he told Zhong Chengming the reason: "His friend lent him Tianhaihe."

Zhong Chengming nodded and continued to ask: "Then do you know why he lives at a friend's house?"

Zhong Chengming's tone was more like a guide than a question, a teacher's guide to the students.Cao Zixin couldn't help but turn around and asked Zhong Chengming: "Professor Zhong, looking at you, you actually have the answer, don't you?"

"Yes," Zhong Chengming didn't hide, "I want to confirm how much you know about Meng Heyu."

So I can say anything, right?Cao Zixin thought, anyway, Professor Zhong already knew about it.

"It's not too small," he told Zhong Chengming, "Xiao Meng lived at a friend's house because he had a falling out with his family. He was renting a room when he was in college, and his roommate had always had a crush on him. One day, he finally couldn't help but want to do something. Before the kiss, Xiaomeng's uncle suddenly opened the door. Russians are very homophobic, so the uncle slapped Xiaomeng when he came up."

Zhong Chengming guessed the backbone of the story, but not the details.He frowned, feeling a stabbing pain in his chest.

"That night, Xiao Meng was dragged back to Moscow by his uncle. There were various unpleasant experiences during the process. When Xiao Meng returned to China, he found out that his roommate had already packed his luggage and left."

"Didn't he tell you who his roommate is?" Zhong Chengming asked.

"No," Cao Zixin shook his head, "There's no need! Even if I tell you, I don't know him."

No, Zhong Chengming thought, you should know him.

After that night, Zhong Chengming specially searched Liang Chenghong's name on the Internet, only to find that he is the hottest star nowadays.

The person in front of him is indeed Xiao Meng's trusted friend, and that's why he knows so many stories about Xiao Meng.But Xiaomeng still protected Liang Chenghong in the end, and did not reveal his name to anyone.

Zhong Chengming recalled that night Xiaomeng offered Liang Chenghong a bowl of taro balls.

How could he be so unfeeling to himself.

"Xiaomeng stayed at a friend's house when he came here. Because he needed money urgently, he was fooled by the manager of our nightclub into signing a half-year contract. It doesn't matter how much you hate this job, and you have to wait half a year before you can get out."

Cao Zixin thought that Zhong Chengming was also an insider, so he let down his guard and accidentally talked more and more: "Finally, when the contract expired, he changed his favorite job and went to sing in Jinzun."

Zhong Chengming was taken aback, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and repeated: "In the golden cup?"

After that night, Meng Heyu disappeared in Zhong Chengming's world, no one was seen during the day and night.Zhong Chengming was really desperate, so he wanted to ask for news from Meng Heyu's friends.

Sure enough, I found the right person.

"Well, cross the road from the exit of our university cultural center, and go straight for another block. At this point in time, the door is almost open," Cao Zixin said before he realized it, "Professor Zhong, you... don't know little Does Meng work there now?"

Zhong Chengming hastily changed his white robe: "Thank you, don't tell Xiaomeng what I'm talking to you about."

Zhong Chengming also knew that this conversation was too weird. Cao Zixin was a smart person, so he must have realized that something was wrong, and maybe he could find out the clue after thinking about it carefully.

But Zhong Chengming couldn't care less about these things. He wanted to see Meng Heyu like crazy.

The most fatal incurable disease turns out to be longing.

Before Meng Heyu came to the stage, Zhong Chengming was hiding in the corner, and the time was counting by the seconds.

The source of customers here is very clean, and even the lights are not the gaudy and dirty red, purple and purple. In the dim warm yellow light, there are young men and women.

Zhong Chengming thought that [-]% of the people here should be from Haida, and he even saw his PhD students, laughing and pouring draft beer for his friends.

Zhong Chengming felt a bit of wonder.He has closed himself off for so many years, almost derailed from human feelings, and he has forgotten that people's appearances are so changeable.

The PhD student in the email is always respectful, and he is always cautious when meeting each other, but he did not expect to be so careless in private.

Meng Heyu was right, Zhong Chengming was unwilling to understand people.

There is a minimum consumption in the store, and Zhong Chengming also ordered a glass of alcoholic drink. He thought it was just for show, but because the waiting time was too painful, he just took a sip.

Zhong Chengming is not very good at drinking, he has little chance to touch this kind of social drink.

After a sip, it was not bad, it was fruit wine, not too strong, and Zhong Chengming drank the whole glass without knowing it.

And Meng Heyu finally came to power.

There was a little cheering in the audience, but it stopped quickly, and everyone went back to their entertainment, but their ears were still listening to Meng Heyu singing.

Zhong Chengming in the corner focused his attention on Meng Heyu on the stage.

How did you lose so much weight?

Meng and Yu Qinghuang brushed their fingers over the strings and began to sing a Russian song.

Zhong Chengming had heard Meng Heyu play and sing in his dream, so this time he was not as surprised as other first-time listeners, but he was still amazed by Meng Heyu's singing. Just listening to Meng Heyu's speech, he would never have imagined that he would still be like this a voice.

Ethereal and clear, like sunlight piercing through a windowpane.

Zhong Chengming maintained his sitting posture, completely motionless, and just listened quietly all night.

When the tavern was about to close, he scanned the QR code on the corner of the table and anonymously transferred a large amount of tip to Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu bowed goodbye to the audience on the stage. After stepping off the stage, a beautiful woman came up and rubbed his head, pointing to the seat behind the bar, on which there was supper.

Meng Heyu smiled at her, blinded by the smile, so silly.

There were no customers in the store, and they all rushed back to the dormitory before closing.Although Zhong Chengming wanted to see Meng Heyu a few more times, it would be too conspicuous to stay any longer.

He now knew where Meng Heyu would go to work every night, and in this vast crowd, he and he finally got on a line again.

Zhong Chengming knows better than anyone else that he cannot expose himself easily.But maybe it was because of the drunkenness, even though he understood rationally, after leaving the tavern, he still hid behind the mailbox on the corner of the street.

Meng Heyu walked out of the tavern door after about half an hour, alone.

Zhong Chengming thought, he just looked at his back.

However, as soon as he turned from the corner of the street, a gust of wind blew in his face, blowing away Zhong Chengming's dangerous thoughts.

Zhong Chengming stood still on the spot, watching Meng Heyu take a few steps forward, and then stopped suddenly.

Zhong Chengming thought he had discovered him, and was about to hide again, but Meng Heyu spread his palms in the air, then opened his arms again, raised his head, and let out a long breath.

He wants snow.

Zhong Chengming could tell at a glance.

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Brother Zhong, you are such an idiot