dream winter

Meng Dongchu and Yang Han walked out of the warehouse and walked towards the side of the road in the strong sunlight outside.

"You really didn't call anyone over, so what are you doing here?" Meng Dongchu looked at the long suburban road in front of him speechlessly.

"I'll accompany you." Yang Han said, "With me here, I believe that Wei Ke dare not touch you, otherwise their Wei family is finished."

"Yes, you high society, family and property will always be the last." Meng Dongchu teased lightly.

"It seems so," Yang Han nodded, as if agreeing, and then said in a tender tone, "But think about it, if Wei Ke went crazy today, I would also be 'suicide'. So... ..."

Meng Dongchu turned his head to look at Yang Han, his almost coquettish tone was puzzling.

"So when you came, I was really surprised. I thought you would find out that I was missing the first time, and then call the police and your security team." Meng Dongchu said, the two walked across an intersection, far away. Suddenly, I saw a car parked on the side of the road, a sports car that was fast enough to speed over to save people.

Meng Dongchu screamed, and ran over quickly, leaving Yang Han, who was about to say some love words, where he was.

"Come on, I haven't raced in Linhai City for a long time, give me the key!" Meng Dongchu said.

Meng Dongchu suppressed everything Yang Han wanted to express.

Knowing that Meng Dongchu would like it, Yang Han specially drove the sports car and sent them to the coast.Meng Dongchu listened to the song all the way, finally stopped at the bank and got off.

The sea breeze was blowing their hair, and their shirts and trousers were blown up by the wind, blowing them away from their youthful appearance, and it was obvious that five years had passed so cruelly.

"I went to the gallery and saw everything you did," Meng Dongchu said.

"I know."

"I know you know." Meng Dongchu said, "So, in the past five years, will you really dream of me?"

Yang Han froze for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and then said: "Yes, at first I thought you were gone, I only dreamed some fragments of what we experienced together, it was very short, and then I thought you were still alive, Living in a certain part of the world, you will dream that you are living the life you want, and you are happy every day."

Meng Dongchu was moved for a moment. He looked at the blurred horizon ahead and narrowed his eyes: "Well, the past few years have indeed been very happy."

"Today I finally know what happened back then. Back then when Gu Minghe had plastic surgery and became you, you could have left early and didn't have to go through their muddy water."

"I want to leave, but I'm afraid you'll recognize me. The two bodyguards you sent did their duty and took pictures every two hours to report my whereabouts to you. I'm afraid there's a slight difference, and you can tell. Gu Minghe Try to lose weight and change the way you walk, but it is not a clone after all. If I disappear, you will definitely be able to see the clues if you check the pictures." Meng Dongchu said.

"That's right, that idiot Wei Mengzhe couldn't recognize him."

"He was also in a daze at the time." Meng Dongchu sighed, his eyes followed the seagulls on the shore, "I didn't tell me all about Gu Minghe's plan, he just asked me to follow the plan. At that time, I just wanted to leave and didn't care Thinking so much, actually Wei Mengzhe... hey, I didn't expect Gu Minghe to strike so fast, I was still in the car fleeing when I heard the explosion of a yacht by the sea..."

"It was there at the time." Yang Han pointed to the beach in the distance and said, "Later, I went there countless times, first to hear the news that I found you, and later I just wanted to go there to think about you."

"I know, when I left, there was a newspaper on the smuggling boat, which said how many people you organized to rescue me. It was very touching."

"But you still go."

"Yang Han, you were married then." Meng Dongchu reminded him.

"I'm divorced now." Yang Han turned around, faced Meng Dongchu, and looked into his eyes seriously.

"I know too, but I've been so happy these years. I found that I can live a happier life without you, my mother, and all the things that make me miserable." Meng Dongchu didn't look back at him, "I didn't die, and I didn't tell my mother—my essence is a selfish and thorough person like her."

Meng Dongchu spoke with a smile, which was a bit bleak.

"No, you're not..."

"In the past few years, I seem to have really found myself." Meng Dongchu finally looked back at Yang Han, "It's not that I don't like acting or movies. I really can't go on."

"Now I live every day very steadily. I don't have to be afraid that you will end my work with a phone call at any time, and I don't have to worry about the world's advice. Yang Han, I know what you mean, but I love myself more."

"At the beginning of winter..." Yang Han said with despair.

At the beginning of winter, the time seemed to return to five years ago, Meng Dongchu changed his tone, and no longer mobilized his cold voice: "I am not rejecting you, but you see, I am such a person, I used to love you , your wedding, the song I sang at the concert was for you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly fell into a firm and warm embrace, and Yang Han hugged him into his embrace when he heard the phrase "I used to love you".

Meng Dongchu continued on his own: "But we can't go back to the past, because I don't like the past, I don't want to be your toy, your vassal, your so-called lover. Yang Han, I need love, Lots and lots of love, real, regardless, with all your heart, if you think you can give it, maybe we can do it all over again."

All stories must have an ending, such as Fan Lei and Wei Mengzhe, such as Gu Minghe's revenge, Meng Dongchu also wants an ending, between Yang Han and Yang Han.

"You don't want to go back to the past, and I'm not the same as before." Yang Han held Meng Dongchu tightly in his arms and said, "Let's get to know each other again."

"Hi, my name is Yang Han."

"Hi, I'm Meng Dongchu."

Five years, through a long cold winter, behind the stretch of frozen wasteland, it seems that something has been dormant for a long time.

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