There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming's words were very hot, and Meng Heyu's whole body was dyed red. Until Zhong Chengming left, Meng Heyu was still in high fever.

Like a fatal disease.

Meng Heyu couldn't fall back asleep all night, thinking about Zhong Chengming, beautiful dreams, and everything over and over again.

In a cloud of chaotic thoughts, he tried to draw some kind of conclusion, but he couldn't make up his mind until daylight.

The next day Cao Zixin came to accompany Meng Heyu home.Meng Heyu didn't sleep all night, and his mental state was worse than when he was admitted to the hospital.

The nurse first asked him if he needed to stay in the hospital for another night to rest.Haida Hospital was just expanded last year, and the supply of hospital beds is sufficient.

But no one likes to spend the night in the hospital, and Meng and Yu declined.

Cao Zixin accompanies Meng Heyu to Haida for breakfast, all of which are light porridge and light rice.Meng Heyu's stomach has been severely injured by this battle, and he can't stand the toss.

Cao Zixin didn't stop talking after the meal, and kept telling Meng Heyu to pay attention to his diet and eat on time: "Aren't you a gourmet? You can swallow expired dumplings?"

"It's all the same," Meng Heyu laughed, "It's enough to fill your stomach."

Cao Zixin suddenly put down his chopsticks.

There was a loud snap. Fortunately, there was no one in the cafeteria in the morning, otherwise the sound would have attracted attention from left and right.

Meng Heyu was also taken aback, and asked Cao Zixin what was wrong.

"I skipped class today to pick you up." Cao Zixin said.

Meng Heyu couldn't believe it. A top student like Cao Zixin who had reached the full level would never skip class: "Didn't you say that there is no class in the morning?"

"If I tell you directly that I skipped class, will you let me come?" Cao Zixin asked back, "Xiao Meng, don't you think you are alien to everyone? Even your friends—or, are you Didn't you consider me a friend?"

"Why do you think so!" This time it was Meng Heyu who clapped the chopsticks.

The two confronted each other in a tense atmosphere. In the end, Meng Heyu softened his tone, lowered his eyes, and said, "I feel like I have a social relationship...ah no, deep friendship phobia..."

Whether it is a friend who has been in touch with before, such as Bai Lin, or a new friend, such as Cao Zixin, Meng Heyu finds it difficult to share his thoughts with them, and all his troubles become difficult to talk about.

He also knows that he is only in his early 25s, his life has just started, and he will start many wonderful friendships, so he cannot be trapped in the past.

But whenever he wants to go further, he will always remember Liang Chenghong.

After listening to Meng Heyu's explanation, Cao Zixin finally sighed.

"I see," he said, "My point of view is more straightforward, Xiao Meng, your self-esteem has been hurt."

"You have such a strong relationship with your roommate, and you know each other well, but he abandons you as soon as he says he abandons you. You feel that you are worthless."

Meng Heyu thought about it, and it was indeed the case.

Liang Chenghong left behind what Meng Heyu valued as a burden. Could it be that he, Meng Heyu, couldn't see the light like this.

"And then you get kicked out by your family and commit to a job you don't like at all, and your self-esteem is even lower."

To tell the truth, Meng Heyu nodded: "I really think so. You are very powerful, and we are people from two worlds."

Zhong Chengming is also very powerful, he and Zhong Chengming are also people from two worlds.

"If you ask me, no one has a few wounds in this life," Cao Zixin smiled. "I was very thin when I was young. I was bullied every day for a while in junior high school. The situation didn't get better until I transferred to another school."

Meng Heyu didn't expect Cao Zixin to have such a past, so he said in a panic, "I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for? Did you bully me?" Cao Zixin's eyebrows were always stretched, "And I don't mind anymore, everyone hurts people sometimes. Look at Du Shanshan, didn't she get hurt by me? Xiao Meng, you have to know that sewing is the normal state of life, everyone has scars, we are all the same."

"Don't solidify your thinking, thinking that this incident will set the tone of your life from now on," Cao Zixin patiently explained to Meng Heyu, "Objective events are objective events, you are you, and people who know you will naturally know you the value of."

"However, my long-winded words may not be able to comfort you. In fact, the most effective way to heal trauma is time. It hurts at first, and it has been more than ten or twenty years. Thinking about it again, it is just like a mosquito bite."

After Cao Zixin finished cooking this pot of chicken soup, it was obviously impossible for Meng Heyu's state of mind to be turned upside down immediately, but Meng Heyu did feel a little more cheerful.

It's always good to have someone explain.

He thanked Cao Zixin, Cao Zixin waved his hand and said no: "This is not a help, if you really want to help, you have to wait for you to tell me about you and Professor Zhong."

Meng Heyu was shocked: "How do you know this matter is related to Zhong Chengming?"

Cao Zixin is a person who keeps promises, since he promised Zhong Chengming not to tell Xiaomeng about the matter, he can't reveal anything.

So he pretended to be surprised: "I just guessed casually, it really has something to do with Zhong Chengming!"

Meng Heyu thought to himself that he had betrayed himself, so he let out a long sigh: "Oh, forget it, I won't hide it from you, what do you want to know?"

"I don't know anything, you can start anywhere." Cao Zixin heaved a sigh of relief, and Meng Heyu was finally willing to explain to him, "Why don't you tell us about your relationship first?"

Meng Heyu waited for Cao Zixin to scoop up and swallow a spoonful of porridge before introducing to him: "Zhong Chengming is my ex-boyfriend."

Cao Zixin took a mouthful of congee into his esophagus and almost refluxed it. It stuck in his throat and he couldn't get up and down. It took him a full minute to calm down: "No, wait, Xiaomeng, aren't you straight?"

"When my college roommate confessed to me, I also thought I was straight!" Meng Heyu was distressed, "But for Zhong Chengming, I not only don't mind, but also like to kiss him very much."

"Have you ever kissed?!" Cao Zixin almost fell off his chair.

He couldn't imagine that Professor Zhong, who was socially handicapped, would actually make out with others. They didn't dare to approach him in the laboratory.

Zhong Chengming's character set collapsed from then on, and the sky collapsed and the earth fell.

Meng Heyu scratched his head, looking very puzzled: "Isn't it normal for us to kiss and hug when we are in love?"

"Yes, it's normal..." If the object is Zhong Chengming, then it's not normal.

In any case, Meng Heyu's story is not over yet: "Shall I continue?"

"Well... you say..." Cao Zixin felt that he should have been immune, and he could accept whatever Meng Heyu said.

"Later we broke up. I mentioned it first, and then I lost my appetite. The reason why I am so depressed today is because Zhong Chengming met me in the hospital last night. He said a lot, and it is not convenient for me to tell you. In short, it is careless He wants me to get back together with him."

"And what are your thoughts?"

"I don't know," Meng Heyu looked into the distance, "I should like him, the human body's reaction is the most real, I really wanted to touch him last night, I stretched out my hand unconsciously, but ..."

"Do you think it's like a child's play to go back just because I broke up with you?"

Meng Heyu nodded, then shook his head: "It's not a matter of face, I'm just not sure if I'll be happy when I go back."

The criteria for assessing whether the compound can be compounded are very vague.

Cao Zixin asked: "You must be sure that you will be happy before you agree to get back together?"

"It should be... Is my request too much? I have been sad for too long, and I just want to be happy."

"Of course it's not too much. Of course you have to be happy when you're in love. It's just Xiao Meng," Cao Zixin became serious. "How can you be sure if you'll be happy? Feelings are the hardest thing to set the tone, not to mention your priorities are wrong. Are you sure? You will go back when you are happy, and you have to go back to know whether you are happy or not."

Meng Heyu was thinking about Cao Zixin's words all day long, but he forgot to eat again.

Any thinking about love is too easy to occupy people's whole mind, making people forget about food and tea.

It wasn't until there were signs of churning in his stomach that Meng Heyu hurriedly got up and made himself a bowl of warm soft oatmeal.

He didn't go to sing at night, Tang Manqiu told him to take a good rest.

This rest lasted for three days, during which Tang Manqiu came to cook him a meal, and told him that she had seen the person who gave a big reward every night, and it turned out that she was not a rich woman: "It's a man."

Meng Heyu immediately knew who it was, and he asked, "Tall, wearing glasses, dressed like a teacher, right?"

Tang Manqiu turned half of her body from the stove and raised her eyebrows together: "Xiao Meng, so you know him?"

Tang Manqiu is also a good friend worthy of deep friendship.

Meng Heyu let out a long sigh, and it became easier and easier to express his thoughts: "He is my ex-boyfriend."

Tang Manqiu immediately turned off the gas fire.

"You have to tell me everything," she said with a serious expression on her face. "You're going to compete in March next year, remember? Emotional disputes will make this road very difficult."

The two have more personal friendships, and Tang Manqiu's role has changed from a resigned art school teacher to a manager.

Facing Miss Tang like this, Meng Heyu honestly explained everything, especially Zhong Chengming's personal information: "I teach at Haida University opposite. He is a very good professor and has won many awards. What is the name of one of them—"

"Why do I want to hear you praise him?" Tang Manqiu interrupted, "He comes to listen to your singing every night, is he begging you to get back together?"

Meng and Yuxu nodded: "But I didn't promise him."

"It's fine if you don't agree, Xiao Meng, you are a good material, so focus on your career first."

Tang Manqiu looked Meng Heyu up and down again, knowing the ins and outs, and felt even more distressed for the frail Meng Heyu, "It's not a good thing for him to ruin you like this. The reunion is the first thing to do." Put it on, I won't let him come in to listen to your singing in the future, thinking that I can coax you back just by playing money? Dreaming."

Tang Manqiu didn't know Zhong Chengming, and Hu Mengheyu, like Hu Bao, thought of Zhong Chengming in the worst direction, which was normal.

Meng Heyu couldn't help defending Zhong Chengming: "Sister Tang, I don't think that's what he meant. He should really want to get back together."

"Whether you are sincere or not, you will know in a few days. Don't worry, I have the most experience in testing men." Tang Manqiu turned on the fire again, "In short, if you want to chase you back, you have to pass me first."

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Because the previous chapter was too short, I rewrote it and added details. If you want to read it back, you can clear the cache and read it again, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t read it~