There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu froze in place immediately, and the blood vessels under his skin throbbed violently.

His lips parted slightly, but no words formed, only meaningless vowels: "Ah, ah?"

"Don't think too much, I just said that you look very much in line with my aesthetics," Zhong Chengming said blankly, "It's just personal aesthetics, I don't have any meaning for you emotionally."

This explanation sounds normal, but even if it is such a relatively normal thing, Zhong Chengming would not say it in reality.

In fact, in the real world, he can be said to cherish his words like gold, because others know that he doesn't talk much, so they won't deliberately talk to him, so as to avoid unnecessary interpersonal communication.

He kept many things in his heart, but in his dream, he found that he didn't want to hide much.

To bluntly say that the other party looks like his dream lover, this is probably the most straightforward sentence Zhong Chengming has ever said in his life.He didn't have too many scruples because——

"After you wake up, will you also forget the things in your dream?" Zhong Chengming asked.

Meng Heyu was a little awkward, so Zhong Chengming called out his name: "Meng Heyu."

The three words stretched between the lips and teeth, as if the lingering sounds were endless.

Meng Heyu came to his senses, nodded, and confirmed Zhong Chengming's guess: "Yes, I will forget, I don't remember anything, but I remember it again in my dream."

Zhong Chengming can open up his heart in the dream, because every sentence will not have side effects.The person in front of him was either created by him, or just like him, he would forget everything in his dream when he woke up.

And he doesn't have any bad thoughts about Meng Heyu, so he can be frank and frank.

But Meng Heyu was still frightened by the words that sounded like a confession.

With his outstanding appearance, he has received a lot of praise and love since he was a child, but this time is different.

Although the person in front of him has rejuvenated, his gender is still male.

Meng Heyu gently looked away, looking out the window at the violent wind and rain.

"Do you like men?" Some avoided Zhong Chengming.

Zhong Chengming still had an expressionless face: "As I said, it's just a dream lover in the aesthetic sense, and it has nothing to do with whether you are a man or a woman. In fact, I am not interested in romantic relationships."

Meng Heyu turned his eyes back to Zhong Chengming, thinking that this person is really too rational.That's good, you don't have to think about it.

"Since you insist that you were not imagined by me," Zhong Chengming continued, "my hypothesis is no longer valid. You really did not intend to break into my dream."

Meng Heyu looked down at the hemp rope hanging on the chair, and asked, "Then about your dream, can I ask a question?"

Zhong Chengming glanced in the direction of Meng Heyu's gaze, guessed what Meng Heyu wanted to ask, and wrote lightly: "This is just the way my parents discipline me, they tie me up when I go out, there is no other meaning. "

Terrible parents, Meng Heyu thought.

Zhong Chengming glanced at the antique clock on the table again, and this time he seemed to have noticed something, took a step closer to the antique clock, turned his head and asked Meng Heyu: "Do you think this clock is going fast?"

Meng Heyu came over to look at it for a while, and nodded in agreement: "Is the time in dreams usually faster than reality? When I was lying in bed, I thought I only had a short dream, and it took a long time when I woke up. "

Zhong Chengming pondered for a moment, and said: "And the time in the dream seems to be related to my biological clock. I work from nine to five, usually starting at 08:30. When this time points to 08:30, we might be able to leave .”

Zhong Chengming paused for a while, then remembered that he seemed to fall asleep at a certain time before he was trapped in this chain dream.

Time, time is of the essence.

He opened the drawer and took out a pocket watch to check: "All time runs fast. At this rate, we can say goodbye in about 15 minutes."

"Hey!" Meng Heyu clapped his hands, "Big discovery!"

It was indeed a good discovery, Zhong Chengming put away the pocket watch.It will be a very important tool to know the end of the dream.

After he buckled his pocket and looked up, he saw Meng Heyu's bright but silly smiling face: "Well, there is one more thing, we can also find out."

Sure enough, the taste can be faked!

Meng Heyu, who stuffed his mouth full of Basque cakes, was so happy that he wanted to stay in his dreams forever.

Zhong Chengming on the side quietly watched him eat and drink, thinking that he must have really strayed into his dream by mistake.

After all, I am a person that even my parents think is "sinky", my whole brain is immersed in the gutter, how could I create something like eating somewhere without knowing it...

It took Zhong Chengming a while to find a suitable adjective: full of life.

He could not have created such a living being as eating.

"One last bite," Zhong Chengming glanced at the rotating minute hand on the dial, "The time is coming."

This time it was the servant who came to end the dream, and one minute after Zhong Chengming said that the time was up, he appeared by the kitchen door with a face full of surprise.

The familiar transition came again, the lines of the furniture were blurred, the colors of things faded away in an instant, and the whole world turned white.

The last scene Zhong Chengming saw was Meng Heyu with cream on the corner of his mouth, standing in a white light, smiling and waving at him, his lips parted and closed.

Zhong Chengming woke up.

Staring at the outline of the ceiling lamp in the bedroom in the dark, replaying the last scene frame by frame, recalling the farewell of the dreamer verbatim:

"Good morning, see you tomorrow night."

Meng Heyu said he would play games all day long, but Meng Heyu only played for one morning. After lunch, he felt drowsy, and he fell asleep for an excessively long nap.

He didn't dream of anything, sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, and also summed up the first rule of this serial dream: it seems to fall asleep at a specific time.

Then there is a way to end this disturbing dream, just explore and stagger that period of time.Meng Heyu had been living upside down day and night, so it was not difficult.

But after trying the delicacies in the dream, Meng Heyu was unwilling.His principle of doing things is as simple as stupid: as long as there is something delicious.

When Zhong Chengming got off work, he went to the library to pick up the reserved books.His working hours are much more human than Meng Heyu's, nine to five.Of course, sometimes overtime is required, but Zhong Chengming just became an associate professor not long ago, and some of the more tedious data tracking can be handed over to the people below to do it, and the overtime hours are also reduced a lot.

The university where he works is located in the center of the city, and traffic jams are common during the rush hour after get off work. Zhong Chengming listened to the radio and slowly moved in the traffic. silhouette.

It is not uncommon to see people with bags full of them. The reason why Zhong Chengming notices him is because he is still carrying a black guitar bag, and because of the bright exotic color on his face.

This face is too difficult to recognize. This person with things on his back and hands is his neighbor, whose surname is Meng, and his name is Heyu.

Zhong Chengming wanted to drive past him directly, but at this moment a plastic bag in Meng Heyu's right hand collapsed, and the huge cantaloupe fell from mid-air suddenly, rolling around, Meng Heyu was about to chase after him clumsily, and Zhong Chengming finally couldn't see it. Go down and park the car on the side of the road.

Meng Heyu saw a pair of sharp-boned hands hugging his cantaloupe, and the wheat-colored arms were covered with blue veins like tree branches, full of masculine strength.

There is a black mole on the tiger's mouth on his left hand.

Meng Heyu looked up along this hand, and immediately burst into a surprised smile: "Brother Zhong!"

"boarding."

Zhong Chengming only threw out two words.