There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming helped Meng Heyu open the back seat door, and while taking the bulging shopping bag in his hand, he found that it was full of colorful snacks.

"This cake is delicious!" Meng Heyu exclaimed.

Zhong Chengming didn't answer, but just put Meng Heyu's things in bags.The sum of these bits and pieces is not heavy, but it is better than more.Meng Heyu was inevitably in a hurry to carry so many things home at once.

He also carried a piano on his back. Zhong Chengming visually measured the length and width of the back seat of the car, and finally put the guitar into the trunk.

"Get in the car." He turned and opened the door.

Meng Heyu thanked him, and sat in the passenger seat with a cantaloupe in his arms.

A trace of regret rushed into Zhong Chengming's heart immediately.

He doesn't like to get along with people the least, let alone in such a small space.

It’s okay to take the elevator, at most it only takes two to three minutes to get along with each other, and it’s a full 3-minute drive from here to Tianhaihe, so he and this new neighbor have to be blocked from each other for a full 15 minutes.

Perhaps the most important thing is human relationship. He is the least willing to form a debt of affection with others. Whether he owes someone or someone owes him, he does not want to have complicated human relationships with anyone, and the boundaries of communication cannot be clearly distinguished.

There are many restaurants along this section of the road, and there are also many taxis.He could have left Meng Heyu alone and waited for him to take a taxi home by himself.

Why couldn't he think about it for a while, so he went down and picked up a cantaloupe for him.

And Meng Heyu, who was holding a cantaloupe, sat obediently in the passenger seat, looked at his melon left and right, and showed a bitter face: "It's not broken, the skin is very thick, and thick-skinned cantaloupe is not delicious."

Zhong Chengming glanced at Meng Heyu out of the corner of his eye, and didn't speak. Isn't it a good thing that he didn't break his heart?What he was worried about was whether the cantaloupe was good or not.

……never mind.

Zhong Chengming thought, just this time, next time he will definitely not meddle in other people's business, who will make this new neighbor look not very smart.

Not really smart.

Zhong Chengming stopped the car in front of a crossroad, turned his face slightly, and looked at Meng Heyu beside him with his eyes closed.

Pretending to be sleeping was nothing like it, Zhong Chengming sighed in his heart, how could a sleeping person's fingers be so tense, as if he was afraid that his cantaloupe would fall to the ground again.

At first, Meng Heyu really just wanted to pretend to be asleep to avoid embarrassment. Zhong Chengming didn't like to talk, which he realized early on.If you don't like to talk, then don't talk, so he thought of a way that might make Zhong Chengming more comfortable: pretend to be asleep, and reduce his sense of existence to zero.

At first he really just wanted to put on a show, but Zhong Chengming drove very steadily, Meng Heyu's body was ups and downs in the gentle waves of the car, and when the car stopped, his mind was still flickering, unable to wake up.

Zhong Chengming saw that his fingers were gradually loosening strength, and he didn't want to have physical contact with him, so he had no choice but to call his name:

"Meng Heyu."

This was the first time Zhong Chengming called his name. As soon as he said it, Zhong Chengming was suddenly a little stunned, feeling that the three words seemed similar.

He pays attention to loud and clear Chinese names, but perhaps because his father is Russian, Meng Heyu's name is not so particular.The word Heyu does not have a back nasal sound, and is not as powerful as the word Chengming.On the contrary, it sounds soft, and the two words stretch between the lips and teeth.

The more Zhong Chengming thought about it, the more he felt familiar, as if he had mentioned this name somewhere before, he couldn't help calling out again: "Meng Heyu."

This time Meng Heyu finally opened his eyes, raised his head to look at Zhong Chengming in a daze, and found the focus after looking for a while.

Evening has its color, a dull color that turns everything gray.The street lights hadn't turned on yet, and Meng Heyu's pair of blue eyes were not eye-catching in the darkness, and the sharp facial lines were softened.

Sure enough, beauties can't light up a lamp to look at it. If it is open and bright, it will lose its aftertaste. Every pen and ink is clear, and it will kill ambiguity.

A beauty has to hide in the half-brightness and smack slowly, and only a frown and a smile can attract people's daydreams.

It's just that this beauty is a little naive.

He first asked, "Are you there?"

Then there was a repeated voice: "Thank you, Brother Zhong, thank you, thank you, thank you."

Zhong Chengming didn't want a good person to do it to the end, and helped Meng Heyu carry things home, but after seeing Meng Heyu trying to stuff cantaloupe into a handy paper bag dedicated to desserts, he finally got out of the car with black lines all over his head, and took Meng Heyu's hand. He Yu's big and small bags walked to the elevator in three steps and two steps.

The door of Meng Heyu's house was wide open.He ran in and out twice before he settled his day's results.Mostly snacks and desserts, but also some daily necessities.

He wanted to pass Zhong Chengming a glass of water, but then he imagined that people like Zhong Chengming who live in isolation often don't like to use other people's things.

So Meng and Yushui stopped halfway down the pour, wandering around the kitchen thinking of something to give Zhong Chengming as a thank-you gift, but they heard the ding of the elevator outside first.When he hurried out, Zhong Chengming had already gone downstairs.

When Zhong Chengming backed the car back to the garage and came up with his backpack on his back, he saw Meng He happily waiting by the door, holding a box of cakes in his hands. Zhong Chengming's eyes lit up when he saw it, like a puppy who only saw its owner .

"This boxed cake is delicious!" He greeted him happily, the social distance between the two immediately shortened to a dangerous length, and Zhong Chengming retreated reflexively.

Meng Heyu froze.

His expression didn't hurt much, but he was extremely embarrassed.He stood still on the spot and didn't move anymore. After a period of embarrassing air, he passed the plastic box containing the cake to Zhong Chengming: "It's really delicious." His voice weakened.

"I don't eat sweets." Zhong Chengming flatly refused.

Meng Heyu's blue eyes widened immediately, as if they heard the sun rising from the west: "You don't eat sweets?"

He also knows that people are different, but when it comes to food, he still tends to judge others by himself.

It's no wonder that people around him will find delicious food certified by Meng Heyu to be delicious.

"Give it a try," Meng Heyu said like a fan girl who forcibly gave it to her friend Sai Anli, "I bought this box after queuing for half an hour. You can take it home and try it. If you don't like it, give it to me again. Anyway, I live across from you."

Look, Zhong Chengming's human relationship theory has a solid practical foundation.

Asking Zhong Chengming to help others is not a problem, and this matter itself will not cause much damage to him, but the subsequent exchanges of favors really make him avoid it.

He felt a vein throbbing in his forehead, but Meng Heyu continued to rely on his beauty to do whatever he wanted, staring at him with a pair of soul-stirring eyes, his voice was bewitching: "Brother Zhong, try—"

"I said it," Zhong Chengming's voice suddenly increased by one degree, his eyes sharpened, and he said word by word to Meng Heyu, "No, need, need."

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The fierce brother Zhong has no wife