There is a period in the dream

Meng Heyu was startled, smiled bitterly and stupidly, said sorry in a low voice, and took the cake back embarrassingly.

Seeing him like this, Zhong Chengming became even more irritable.For some reason, when facing Meng Heyu, Zhong Chengming's mood, which had always been stagnant, had ups and downs, and he knew what it means to be impatient.

Probably because he has been away from the group for too long, and he has basically zero social interaction outside of work, so he can't bear to meet someone who is a little more enthusiastic.

Meng Heyu also has a strange persistence in sharing food, while Zhong Chengming has no interest in food.In his eyes, food is just an item to satisfy the hunger, and the only requirement is that it is edible.

Meng Heyu lowered his eyes.From Zhong Chengming's perspective, he saw two rows of long and curly eyelashes.

Good-looking people always make up for three points. Meng Heyu's dejected expression, if others see it, they must think that Zhong Chengming has done something bad to him.

Zhong Chengming secretly admitted that his tone was too harsh, but he didn't intend to say anything, he just pinched the center of his eyebrows and said, "I'm just passing by to help, don't take it to heart."

He said this because he wanted to end this matter, and stop pulling out the inextricable clues that you owe me a debt and I owe you a debt.The most annoying thing in his life is to see people scrambling to pay the bill. This is just like his father at the dinner table when he was young, hypocritical as hell.

Although he knew that Meng Heyu had nothing to do with hypocrisy, Meng Heyu's pair of eyes were very transparent, both the good and the bad were sunk inside, and everything in his mind could be seen clearly.

The real meaning of Zhong Chengming's sentence "don't take it to heart" is that this matter ends here, the case is overturned, and the two are not owed. He didn't think about it but inadvertently comforted Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu stared at the cake in his arms and thought: Brother Zhong is really a good person, this is just a little effort for him, and there is no need for any return gift.In the final analysis, I was too anxious just now, and if it is not what he likes, others must like it.

"I see," he raised his head again with a happy smile, "Brother Zhong also eats earlier, so I'll go in first."

Finally, I was left alone again, and my breathing became unimpeded again.

Zhong Chengming lay on the sofa at home, closed his eyes, and inevitably recalled the affair between Fang Xian and Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu stood under the voice-activated light in the corridor, and the orange light shone down. His black hair was still so black that no impurities could be picked out.

A pair of blue eyes were shining brightly, aiming at Zhong Chengming, asking him to "try it" and "try it".That tone was as soft as cotton candy, but it carried a hint of seduction—Zhong Chengming realized later that it was this hint of seduction that made him suddenly irritated and loudly replied that he didn't need it.

There is another thing that Zhong Chengming didn't realize until now.

He didn't seem particularly resistant to meeting Meng Heyu's eyes.

This is not good news, because it means that Meng Heyu is special, and the word special poses a great threat to Zhong Chengming's smooth life.

In particular, variables will disrupt his rhythm of life.Survival is the first priority. The current lifestyle can help Zhong Chengming hide in this society and live without disasters. Zhong Chengming does not want to change.

Today, his rhythm of life has been disrupted, and he is still thinking about Meng Heyu until now.He shouldn't allow another person to stay in his heart for too long.Crowds have to come and go, stopping and stopping will block the intersection * traffic.

Although his life started from that messy serial dream, it has grown another face.There is no return, and love is about to go deep.

That night, the rain in Zhong Chengming's dream stopped, and all the dark clouds dissipated, leaving only a few wisps of cloud.A single sun is extremely white, and the whole sky is bright.

The thorns in the courtyard of the Zhong family's mansion disappeared overnight, and were replaced by vibrant green plants, exuding a strong fragrance of young leaves, wrapped in the fragrance of one or two spring flowers.

Meng Heyu looked up at the casement window on the second floor, but there was no one behind him.

The two mahogany gates opened inwards, Meng Heyu hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in through the main gate.

Zhong Chengming was not behind the window on the second floor, he was by the French window in the living room.

Meng Heyu was delighted to see him, and felt that he could rely on him.After all, this dream is unpredictable. The night before was full of wind and rain, and then the sky was clear the next night. Everything is changing, only Zhong Chengming will not change.

Meng Heyu went up to meet him and called his name: "Zhong Chengming."

Zhong Chengming turned his head from the window with light and heat.Meng Heyu could see everything about him clearly, even the bumpy lines of his ears.

"You have grown up." Zhong Chengming said lightly.

Only then did Meng Heyu see himself through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and he had grown into his 24-year-old appearance again.He touched his face and said to himself: "It's really a dream..." Then he looked at Zhong Chengming: "You have grown up completely, you will be really tall when you grow up."

Zhong Chengming didn't respond, and Meng Heyu didn't mind either. He looked around and said, "Are you in a good mood today?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Didn't you tell me that this is your dream, and the manifestation of the dream depends on your psychological state." Meng Heyu stretched out a finger, pointing to the large clusters of flowers and plants outside the window, "Look, today's weather is so Well, isn't it because you're in a good mood?"

And Zhong Chengming's attention was on Meng Heyu's fingers.

As soon as Meng Heyu stretched out his hand, he stuck into the beam of light, and his fair fingers shone even brighter in the light.

Birds were chirping outside the window.

"Maybe," Zhong Chengming said, "I don't remember what happened in the real world."

"That's right," Meng Heyu smiled sideways at him, "But if you have such a comfortable dream every night, it's not impossible, right?"

Zhong Chengming just replied in a formulaic tone: "It is impossible for a person's mood to stay above the average for a long time."

"That's not true," Meng Heyu replied, "As long as there is something delicious, I'll be in a good mood all day—by the way, Zhong Chengming, do you have anything you like to eat?"

Zhong Chengming turned his head away: "No."

Meng and Yugang wanted to say why there was no such thing, but they turned around in their minds: Zhong Chengming's growth background is relatively dark, maybe he really didn't.So he asked: "Then do you have any preferred taste? Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, astringent and fishy?"

"No." Zhong Chengming still gave the same answer.

Meng Heyu looked at Zhong Chengming, feeling a little sad.The air was quiet for a while, and then Meng Heyu suggested: "I cook Western food, which is delicious, especially desserts. Why don't you try it?"

Zhong Chengming turned his head again and looked at Shangmeng Heyu earnestly.

The three words "Try it" sound inexplicably familiar.

"What if I say no need?" Zhong Chengming asked.

"Then I can't help it. After all, this is your dream, and it is also your kitchen." Meng Heyu scratched his head, "But there is still some time before you wake up, we are waiting, why don't we eat something thing."

Meng Heyu drooped his eyelids when he said this, and from Zhong Chengming's perspective, he could see two rows of long and curly eyelashes - which was also very familiar.

Zhong Chengming became more and more curious about who this person was.

For Zhong Chengming, developing a strong interest in another person is a dangerous sign, because exploring a person often represents the establishment of a relationship.He doesn't want to enter into any non-essential relationships.

But in the dream his vigilance is lowered: this is his dream, he has full control over it, and the dream is just a dream and will not affect reality.

What's more, Meng Heyu seems to be the source of all this chaos, and it is understandable for him to be curious about him.

"The kitchen," Zhong Chengming said, "is across the living room."

He observed Meng Heyu as if he were observing an experiment, leaning against the kitchen door, watching him beat eggs and whip cream smoothly.What Meng Heyu makes is the most common original chiffon cake, which is generally safe and will not violate anyone's minefield.

The clumsy Meng Heyu is extraordinarily serious about baking, doing every step honestly without any mistakes, and the whole process is as smooth as the lines of his fingers.

Meng Heyu's fingers are beautiful, slender and long.

It's just that there are thick calluses on the fingertips, and it looks like he's playing a musical instrument.

Zhong Chengming rolled up his sleeves and helped Meng Heyu set the table.Last night's pocket watch was still in Zhong Chengming's trouser pocket. Although it was sunny outside, the time on the dial was actually four o'clock in the morning.

"Extreme day," Meng Heyu also saw the inconsistency between the time and the sky, "When I went to Norway, the sun was always the whole day."

"It's different," Zhong Chengming said, "This is a dream."

"It's a dream, but some things are quite real, such as taste," Meng Heyu said with a smile, "The freshly baked cake is the best."

There was a deep red fresh rose in a porcelain vase on the table, and they sat facing each other across the rose.

Zhong Chengming seldom has the experience of sharing meals with others, almost none in the past few years.The atmosphere is still so ambiguous, this is the only time in this life.

The sky outside was about three or four o'clock in the afternoon. The brightness was just right, neither violent nor drowsy. Reflected in from the large French windows, the air in the room became crystal clear.

What Meng Heyu said was right, the freshly baked cake did have a different texture, very soft and fluffy.

If dreams are the manifestation of consciousness, then this positive perception of taste should not belong to Zhong Chengming.Meng Heyu broke into his dream, brought in his good perception of food and shared it with Zhong Chengming, so for the first time in Zhong Chengming's life, he found that food has a second meaning besides eating.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Heyu was full of eagerness.

If this second meaning can be defined as delicious——

"It's okay." Zhong Chengming replied, while cutting another piece of cake.

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