There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu hadn't taken in so much nutrition for a long time. Zhong Chengming prepared a nutritious breakfast for him, and even cut two fresh tomatoes.

The morning sun in winter fills every corner of the room and illuminates all the lines of the furniture.

The haze was swept away.

Meng Heyu thanked Zhong Chengming by rubbing his belly, and asked Ying to tell him to wash the dishes.

Zhong Chengming was originally worried about the cold water in winter, and he didn't want Meng Heyu to work hard, but then he thought that Meng Heyu actually hated being overly cared for, and was treated like a child who didn't grow up.

So Shengsheng endured the desire to protect in every possible way at this moment, pushed his own dishes forward, and told Meng Heyu that it was troublesome.

Meng Heyu didn't notice a backpack in the living room until he came out after washing the dishes.

When Zhong Chengming came last night, he only had a cloth bag with his laptop on him, and it is unknown who owns the bloated backpack.

He raised his head and asked Zhong Chengming with his eyes.

"Mine," Zhong Chengming explained directly, "When I went to the vegetable market in the morning, I went home by the way and packed some clothes and daily necessities."

The meaning behind the words could not be more obvious, but Meng Heyu still opened his mouth to confirm, hesitantly: "Are you... plan to stay?"

"Is it possible?" Zhong Chengming didn't want to leave a bad impression on Meng Heyu, so he politely asked and then added, "I just packed my things first, thinking that if you say yes, I can live in right away. Of course you You can also refuse, without any burden."

Meng Heyu stood in place, quite at a loss.

Zhong Chengming's attitude is very clear, he wants to stay, really wants to stay.

"Then... then you can stay..." Meng Heyu said.

He helped Zhong Chengming embed all his belongings into this hut one by one, while thinking about why he agreed like this.

Meng Heyu is a man. There are no decorative things in the house. Although it looks tidy, it is also empty.Zhong Chengming's toothbrush and water cups can be put in place as soon as they are moved, and they are in pairs.

Meng Heyu didn't use a razor, and was a little surprised to see Zhong Chengming's, so he weighed it secretly in the bathroom.

Weighing and weighing, he also figured out why he agreed to Zhong Chengming's request.

Probably nothing tests a person's tolerance for loneliness more than living alone.

Meng Heyu officially began to live alone, and it should be counted from moving out of Tianhai.This winter he felt cold every night, and he couldn't find a heat source even if he turned left and right.Sometimes I take a nap late, and when I wake up, I feel the gloom and apocalyptic gloom unique to winter evenings.

Zhong Chengming has already stayed here for one night, and asked Meng Heyu to know what companionship is.

From the complicated to the simple, Meng Heyu doesn't want to go back to the solitary life before.

What's more, it's New Year's Eve.

In the past, when Meng Heyu celebrated the Lunar New Year, he always followed his mother back to his grandfather's house.This time, his affairs were so big that even grandpa knew about them, but Meng and Yushi had no face to go back.

Originally, he had already planned to celebrate the New Year alone, but he did not expect that Zhong Chengming would come to live with him under the same roof.

Is a good thing, what kind of good?In detail, probably Meng Heyu once again felt the feeling of family from Zhong Chengming.

Meng Heyu didn't have a desk at home, so Zhong Chengming stacked his work documents in the corner of the dining table.

It's strange, he obviously has a personality of sorting everything into categories, and keeps all the trivial things in his house neatly, but he doesn't feel unharmonious when he sees the documents on the dining table.

After roughly tidying up, Zhong Chengming asked Meng Heyu if he had a dream last night.

Meng Heyu said no: "In fact, it seems that I have never dreamed again."

"Me too." Zhong Chengming said.

After closing the eyes, there is a mass of darkness, and there is no dream until dawn.

"I have a feeling that we may never dream again in the future," Meng Heyu paused, and then suggested, "Would you like to try? I'll go back to Tianhaihe next time."

Zhong Chengming looked at Meng Heyu firmly, then shook his head.

"No need," he said, "we will all sleep in the same bed from now on."

At noon, Zhong Chengming reserved a western restaurant. Before that, Meng Heyu took Zhong Chengming to the landlord's place and formally rented a parking space.

The sirloin steak was medium-rare and served bloodshot. Meng Heyu held a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right, sitting upright with skillful techniques.

Sitting opposite him, Zhong Chengming felt that time was going back and forth, back to the time when the story had not yet begun, Meng Heyu was still that carefree little prince, bathed in love and grace, innocent and charming.

"I just want you to be innocent forever."

This sentence came out of nowhere, and Meng Heyu raised his head to look at Zhong Chengming with a puzzled face: "What?"

"Nothing." Zhong Chengming smiled.

Of course Meng Heyu is always innocent, this is his essence and the most basic definition of Meng Heyu.

Even everything he did was out of innocence.Believe in love purely, and do not hesitate to break up with your loved ones; believe in fairy tales, and wait persistently for the man in your dream.

You don't have to be like a child to have a heart of innocence.

They sat by the window, and outside the window was the sea.

On the sparkling sea, the waves are churning, revealing a clear blue.

The beef is so soft it melts in your mouth.

Meng Heyu hadn't tasted first-class food for a long time, and his tongue couldn't bear the luxury for a while.

He cut the next piece very small and smeared the special sauce carefully before swallowing it in his mouth.

Seeing Meng Heyu's gourmet appearance, Zhong Chengming knew that Meng Heyu's appetite had returned.

People's tongues don't really become blunt. Meng Heyu has always been able to feel ups and downs, sweetness, bitterness, hotness and saltiness. Before, he would lose his appetite, but he was actually in a mood.

Food should be shared with loved ones.

They chatted sporadically and there were moments of silence, but both were comfortable.

Meng Heyu asked Zhong Chengming if he had any clue about the serial dream: "You are a biologist, can the story between us be explained by science?"

He asked himself and answered: "I don't think so, it's too mysterious, I've never heard that two people can dream together."

Zhong Chengming only gave one answer: "For me, love cannot be explained by science."

Scientists say love is dopamine, it's oxytocin, it's a survival mechanism that drives human reproduction.

They are so rational that they have to tear off the rose shell of love, break open its core, and let the world see through.

And Zhong Chengming believes that love is a transcendent existence, the ultimate that cannot be expressed in words, and a dream in heaven.

Perhaps this is Zhong Chengming's innocence.

Zhong Chengming's knife and fork hit the porcelain plate and made a ding sound, just like the elevator in Tianhaihe, which made a ding sound every time it went up to the fifth floor.

After announcing that Meng Heyu has arrived home, about three or ten minutes later, he will lie on the bed and start weaving dreams together with Zhong Chengming.

Zhong Chengming put down the knife and fork, and looked into Meng Heyu's eyes seriously.

"Scientific theories require falsifiability," he said, "and I love you, unfalsifiable."

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Brother Zhong, you should be the most talking Gong in my writing!