There is a period in the dream

Tang Manqiu let go of his harsh words, but Zhong Chengming really didn't let Zhong Chengming take another step into the golden bottle.

Zhong Chengming is a decent person, he will not make things too ugly, since he knows what Tang Manqiu means, he will not make a scene at the entrance of the tavern.

Now that he knows where Meng Heyu works, if he wants to see Meng Heyu, there is always a way.

From then on, Zhong Chengming parked his car in the alley near the tavern, guarding Meng Heyu's only way home.

From the literal sense, this behavior somewhat resembles a perverted stalker, but in fact Zhong Chengming acted very gentlemanly.

He stood guard at the door of the car every night, and when Meng Heyu appeared, he asked him if he could take him home.

At first, Meng Heyu was surprised when he saw Zhong Chengming, thinking it was another endless confrontation.As a result, as soon as Meng Heyu said no, Zhong Chengming really returned to the car without further entanglement.

Meng Heyu felt lost for no reason.

Until the next day, he saw Zhong Chengming parked at the exact same spot again, but with an extra box of Ringo's apple pie in his hand.

"For you." He held out his hand.

The red color of the packing carton was as red as the color of the heart, which hurt Meng Heyu's eyes.

Meng Heyu lowered his head, hid half of his face in the scarf, and said the same two words of rejection: "No."

Clean and neat, without muddy water.

Zhong Chengming nodded, as if he had accepted Meng Heyu's position, and did not force him to change his mind.

"Then can I take you home?" He asked the same question as the night before, even the gentle tone was the same.

Meng Heyu raised his head, his eyes were bright.

From a distance, Zhong Chengming didn't see the water mist clearly, it was misty, and it was about to condense into tears at any time.

"No." Meng Heyu said.

The third night, the fourth night, the fifth night... Zhong Chengming waited for Meng Heyu at the same place every night, and the gifts in his hand were always changed, and the gifts were not repeated every night, from apple pie to cake to flowers. To quilted jacket, more and more exaggerated.

Zhong Chengming persisted in this way for a month, until the tavern opened for the last time before the annual holiday, Zhong Chengming's gift was so exaggerated that Meng Heyu could not imagine.

Meng and Yu walked on the same road as usual that night, preparing to take the bus home.Most of the staff and students in the university have already returned to their hometowns for vacation, so the street is deserted than usual, and there is no one in sight.

The wind this night was very calm, not too bleak, but the air was still cold, and it immediately turned into white mist after taking a breath.

Turn another street and you will see Zhong Chengming.

Meng Heyu has never seen anyone more stubborn than Zhong Chengming.

Rooted next to the same street lamp every night, waiting for two or three hours until I say "no".

Meng Heyu didn't understand why Zhong Chengming wanted to make fun of himself like this, and he asked the same question, but Zhong Chengming only chuckled, saying that it was because he knew there was hope.

Is it because I dream too much that I can easily conjure up hopes that don't exist at all.

Even Meng Heyu couldn't see himself clearly, whether he would return to Zhong Chengming's side, and where did Zhong Chengming get the evidence.

Meng Heyu turned around the last street while thinking about Zhong Chengming.The words of refusal had formed between his lips, but not as firmly as they had begun.

Zhong Chengming was not there.

It might be wrong to say that, Zhong Chengming's car is still there, but he is not.

Meng Heyu looked in through the glass of the rear seat, but did not see anyone in the driver's seat.

His heartbeat lost a beat immediately, and then the rhythm was completely chaotic, and he could no longer keep his own place.

Immediately, he quickened his pace, rushed to the side of the car window and looked in to confirm that Zhong Chengming was really not inside.

Meng Heyu couldn't hold his heart together, as if they followed Zhong Chengming together and disappeared.

Until the cold touch falls on the hair.

Meng Heyu blinked and raised his head. Bits of white floated in the night sky—maybe it wasn't just white, but another color between reality and dream.

Is it snowing?Meng Heyu thought, but it never snows in Nancheng.

He spread his palms in the air, and as soon as the crumb-like powder touched the temperature of the living things, it turned into a puddle of water coldly.

In the winter night, everything is silent, and the shops on both sides of the road have closed their iron gates, and none of them are always lit, only the street lamps are kept on all night.

This unsuitable white snow, like the transparent phantom of the night, disappears when touched, turns into water, and blends with reality.

Meng Heyu was stunned, his feet lost their direction, and he no longer knew where to go.

The heavy night mist made of snow shavings sealed him inside.Time loses its sense of magnitude, and one second becomes 1 years.

Then Zhong Chengming appeared.

Standing up from under the front of the car, at first it was just a black shadow, but gradually the outline, then the general pattern, and finally the detailed eyebrows and eyes.

He came out from the depths of the night snow, walked in front of Meng Heyu, stopped, and still said softly:

"Xiao Meng," he said, "it's snowing, are you happy?"

The layers of mist in Meng Heyu's eyes finally condensed into tears, which slid straight down his cheeks.

This whole winter, all the tossing and tossing, all the dilemmas and self-torn in his heart are no match for Zhong Chengming's current sentence "I'm not happy".

Zhong Chengming wiped away Meng Heyu's tears carefully, and explained: "The snow machine was only shipped from Germany a week ago, because it was too loud during operation, and it took me a few days to modify it, so I was in time to send it today. You, I want you to wait for a long time."

"I also have to apologize that this is not the most perfect snow. The formula of the snow machine is adjusted by myself. The snow blown out is lighter and flies higher, but it also melts faster. If Xiaomeng wants Playing in the snow, can you give me some more time, I need an indoor—"

Meng Heyu suddenly hugged Zhong Chengming.

They hugged each other tightly and exerted great strength until the two couldn't distinguish the boundaries of each other's bodies.

The snow is still falling, and there is a strong winter atmosphere, and one or two branches of the trees beside the road have withered to the top.

"don't want……"

Meng Heyu still had the same two words: no.

But this time, his true meaning was finally complete: "Don't do this...you make me even more inseparable from you..."

Zhong Chengming said that the reason why he didn't give up was because he knew there was hope.

The hope is that when Meng Heyu knew that Zhong Chengming was waiting for him at the same place every night, he didn't even think about going home in another way.

Zhong Chengming is different from Liang Chenghong, from essence to surface.Liang Chenghong talked about staying together affectionately, but because he was cowardly and did not dare to come out, he arranged for himself a person who would accompany him for a long time.

Zhong Chengming looks as cold as ice, with no spring, summer or autumn on his face, but his feelings are always at the hottest temperature, flamboyant and fierce, with a determination that has no return, going deeper and deeper.

But Meng Heyu wanted the latter. He was the same kind of person as Zhong Chengming, a romanticist who would never hesitate.

In other words, they are basically the same person, unfortunately separated into two incomplete individuals at the beginning of their lives, and after decades of experience in the world, they finally embrace each other again.

If even the sea can snow.

Why can't love come back to life?

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Brother Zhong, you are so romantic!