dream winter

"No, wait a minute, you're talking about your own mother? Why do you seem to see it? Have you seen it?" He Nan finally understood and was anxious.

"I just saw a tour group go by, and there was a person in it, who looked very much like her." Meng Dongchu said.

He Nan was almost driven crazy by Meng Dongchu's incorrect preface and postscript: "Like her? Or is it her? You haven't been out for a month, you've misjudged it." About Meng Dongchu's mother died in a factory fire Things, he knows very well.

"I also think I was wrong. But... just now... you don't know, I felt as if she really walked past me. That feeling is too real." Meng Dongchu said To be honest, I frowned, thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't recall the appearance of that person I saw just now, and I couldn't remember the expression in his eyes.Maybe He Nan was right, he was too tired recently.

Too tired and too painful, so I missed my mother very much, and wanted to have a quiet and gentle place for him to hide.I didn't realize that I was thinking about my loved ones. After so many years, I was numb.

"Hey... Dongchu, are you listening? Are you okay?" He Nan said, "I'll come and see you when work is over."

"No need, I guess it's because I'm dazzled, you're busy, so it's troublesome to come here." Meng Dongchu said, "I'm fine."

The traffic started to move at this moment, and the driver behind stuck out his head and yelled: "I said you can't go, you are a fucking sports car."

He quickly said goodbye to Ho Nan.

When his car drove to the door of his studio on 19th Street, he always felt that the surrounding area was a bit strange. He was too busy thinking about what happened on the road today, so he got out of the car without much thought.

As soon as he stood firm, before the car door was closed, countless guns rushed up from all around and pointed at him.

"Mr. Meng Dongchu, hello, I'm a reporter from Fruit Weekly. The Meng family has changed hands this week. What do you think about this?"

"Mr. Meng, on the 23rd of last month, you published a retreat blog post and then disappeared. After that, the Meng family changed hands. Are you related to this matter?"

"It is rumored that you and the Meng family had a falling out. Is it true that you moved out in the middle of the night?"

"Is there any connection between you and the scandals exposed by Meng's enterprises?"

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Surrounded by reporters, he had nowhere to hide.The microphone was plugged in, and he asked all kinds of questions sharply, which was a bit overwhelming for him.He looked around to find a way out, but he saw Yang Han's car approaching from the opposite side.

"Hey, is it Yang Han's car?" The sharp-eyed reporter spotted Yang Han.

"That person is Yang Han, why did he come here?"

Yang Han just got out of the car, he didn't know what he was doing, and when he looked up, he saw Meng Dongchu.

Meng Dongchu was still immersed in the huge shock just now, but at this moment, all his usual venomous tongue was gone, and he was at a loss what to do.

A reporter has already greeted him with a microphone, asking questions like a cannonball: "Young Master Yang, why did you come here? It is rumored that you and Meng Dongchu are good friends. Are you here to see a friend?" "Young Master Yang, The Meng family has changed hands, have you ever thought about a good friend who will help you?"

It was rare for the reporter to see Yang Han, and all his attention was focused on him for a while.Meng Dongchu took out the key and opened the door of the studio.When he was about to close the door, he saw Yang Han hiding in this direction, being chased and intercepted by the reporters. Seeing that his security guards were facing such an unexpected situation, they were almost unable to stop him. He felt a little sorry, after all, the reporters seemed to be following him. He came.

He shouted: "Yang Han! This way."

Yang Han's security guard barely blocked the reporters for him, and when he entered, Meng Dongchu slammed the door shut.

A month later, the two were in the same room again, and Meng Dongchu felt very embarrassed.He said, "Then go in and sit down, the reporter won't be able to leave for a while."

Yang Han nodded and followed in. Facing Meng Dongchu's spacious and messy studio, he was a little surprised.Inside are the materials that a clothing studio should have, models, clothes, hangers, sofas, mattresses, wardrobes, piles of clothes, computers, books and DVDs, induction cookers, electric kettles, shovels, cooking oil, table knives, various A variety of snacks and fruits... are also available, all piled up within easy reach, very... breath of life.

"Staying here temporarily, it's a little messy." Meng Dongchu didn't say anything to him about embarrassment, please forgive me for anything, just explaining.

Yang Han nodded, not polite, took off his coat and threw it aside, then sat down on the sofa.

As soon as he sat down, he picked up his mobile phone and called his assistant. He said in a low voice with a bit of boredom, "I'm at Meng Dongchu's residence. There are some reporters outside the door. You should find a way to let them go."

With his rescue, Meng Dongchu knew that these reporters would definitely leave after a while. Even though the reporters in Linhai City were notoriously crazy, which newspaper or magazine would not rely on Yang's advertisements to live.Meng Dongchu was still grateful to him for this matter, but after that day, he was always uncomfortable with him.He began to wonder whether it was more foolish to call him in or to keep journalists hounding him for days.

Yang Han was very at ease, then picked up a picture album that Meng Dongchu had placed by the sofa, flipped through it and asked, "Are you going out today?"

"Go back to Meng's house and get some things." Meng Dongchu said, feeling that Yang Han's behavior of treating this place as his own is particularly annoying, and it's not a big deal to drive him out now, so he sat at a place far away from him. up.

"Aren't you used to hiding from reporters? How come you don't know that the Meng family is now in the limelight, and there must be reporters everywhere. Also, you were followed by someone in a car, and you didn't notice?" Yang Han followed Meng Dongchu around. figure, asked.

As soon as Meng Dongchu was asked by him, he remembered the person he met on the side of the road who looked like his mother, and was a little dazed.

Yang Han immediately noticed Meng Dongchu's expression that seemed to be lost at that moment.

Fans all said that Meng Dongchu's eyes were expressive.As long as the eyes reveal their true feelings, when they raise their eyes to think back, and when they droop their eyelids to think, there seems to be infinite pain in the dark pupils under the long black eyelashes.

It was rare for Yang Han to see his expression. Even the last time he saw him outside the studio, he was indifferent. He was a little surprised and said, "What's wrong with you."

As he said that, he was about to walk over, because with his drooping shoulders, pale face, and cheeks that had been thinned for a month, it seemed that he really needed a hug.For no reason, he wanted to hug him.Just a simple hug.

Meng Dongchu was facing Yang Han, sitting in front of his workbench with his back leaning on the table, he didn't want Yang Han to come so close, and wanted to hide. In a panic, he knocked down a stack of books, and he instinctively grabbed them with his hands. Almost fell over.

Yang Han didn't expect him to be so at a loss, so he quickly supported him, and said, "Are you worried about the reporter's scribbling?" Yang Han really couldn't figure out why his words made him show such a hurt expression. "It's okay, tomorrow's news won't be exposed, I still have some face."

"I'm fine." Meng Dongchu coldly pushed Yang Han away and said. "It doesn't matter if the newspaper doesn't report it. Anyway, my reputation has not been good all these years."

Pushed by him, Yang Han took a step back and met Meng Dongchu's deep pool-like eyes.At this moment, he believed what Zhang Peng said. Meng Dongchu, he is a natural actor. One moment he was emotionally unstable, and sadness almost overflowed from his eyes. The next moment, all emotions were contained in his calm eyes. , even the tone that should have been turbulent was steady.

The rest of the time was silent, Meng Dongchu sat on the chair, Yang Han sat on the sofa far away, there was a lot of noise outside the door, a camphor tree in the yard was shaking its leaves, it was very quiet.They were all waiting for the reporters outside to receive a call from above and dispersed.

In the past, Meng Dongchu liked to be quiet. He could immerse himself in his own world while waiting for a movie, in a traffic jam, or even at a lively party, but every minute and every second of silence , he felt unbearable.

As for Yang Han, his life is always against the clock, he can play as much as he wants, and then devote himself to the intrigue with others, the dark and fierce capital struggle, and he never tires of it.He always felt flustered when he calmed down.But at this moment, he just wanted to stay in this messy studio.He looked at Meng Dongchu's plain clothes and smooth hair that hadn't been done for a month. It seemed that a picture called tranquility could be unfolded on this man, and he was included in it.

Yang Han asked someone to check Meng Dongchu, from the city where he was born, to the relatives in his hometown, the school where he studied abroad, and his relationship in the entertainment industry, Yang Han thought he knew everything.But he felt that he had never really known Meng Dongchu.

He thought that Meng Dongchu was just a rich man who was greedy for pleasure and had nothing to do, so when he found the proposal in the car, he immediately believed that Meng Dongchu approached him on purpose. With a purpose, not to mention that he has checked Meng Dongchu, his reputation in the industry, and his years of bad deeds, all of which could not be more reasonable.At that moment, Yang Han was very angry. He didn't hate Meng Dongchu but he hated himself. He knew who Meng Dongchu was and had seen countless people, but they had dinner together, rode a horse once, and visited him once. After class, I fell in love with this kind of person.

That night, Yang Han admitted that he was only acting on his own will, and he wanted to humiliate Meng Dongchu face to face, and let him know that it would not be so easy to mess with Young Master Yang.

But this person told him again and again that everything he knew about him was wrong.Moving house in the middle of the night, rushing to beat people, swearing, scolding is known all over the city, the whole person is vigorous and resolute, high-minded and arrogant, if you think about his actions in detail, it is almost desperate wisdom.But he immediately went into seclusion and lived a life isolated from the world, but he was weak and escaping. Looking at his face just now, it was obviously painful.Wanting to comfort her, she saw a blank and desolate face, with sparks still shining in her eyes.

Since he was a child, he has never felt this powerless.

He was born in the richest man's family, and since he was a child, his parents were in an air crash, and he survived alone. The old man taught him to be ruthless, and others complained for him, but he completed it meticulously, and never failed his old man's hopes.He puts in the effort, gets the rewards, gets the best of the best, enjoys it.Always.

There are so many factional struggles within the Yang family, and so many eyes on him, everyone wants him to stumble.The old man has retreated behind the scenes, and no one can help him, so since he entered Shengyun Group, he has not allowed any missteps. Every business, every project, and every decision he handles is guaranteed. Everything is under control, he examines, contemplates, seizes, and even plunders.Even the second uncle who called himself a "gambler" said that Yang Han had the guts and plans.

But facing Meng Dongchu, he felt powerless.

Seeing him sad, I want to comfort her, I don't know why; I want to come to this person, I don't know why; I want to be close to him, have him, I don't know why.Yang Han only knows that he can still recall that day in the villa in City Y, when they were drunk together, the sentence Meng Dongchu said drunkenly: "I don't care", even the tone and intonation are as clear as yesterday .

The author has something to say: he wrote and revised again, but turned a chapter into a thousand words, which is also drunk.

I think it would be better to add this chapter