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I woke up from the nightmare in the early morning, and there was an unfamiliar ceiling in front of me. I reached out and touched Song Cheng's warm body. From the corner of my eye, I could see him facing me, sleeping peacefully.I breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to turn over and take a closer look at his face. Before I could move much, the bed made a creaking sound, which was especially harsh in the dark night, and I dared not move again.The screen of the mobile phone was dimly lit, at ten o'clock, I glanced at it and put it down for fear of waking him up.Listening to the even breathing sound beside him, it seemed that he was still in a dream and hadn't woken up.

I had a dream. I dreamed that I was sitting at the table reading morning when I was a student. It is strange to say that the person sitting at the same table with me was the appearance of Song Cheng when I took pictures today.I said something was wrong, you shouldn't be at the same table as me, but I couldn't remember who should be sitting here.Song Cheng was very bold in the dream, leaned over and kissed my lips, smiled warmly in the frivolous spring, he said it's okay, it's him now.

After returning from Lao Luo, Song Cheng suddenly asked me nervously: Jun Yan, have you always liked men?

I looked at him inexplicably, recalling my absurd adolescence: probably.

He sighed, patted my head, and said in a low voice after a long time: I'm afraid I'll spoil you.

I thought it was funny, I wanted to refute that it was just a personal choice, whether there was something bad or not, but I suddenly noticed the cherishment and love in his words, and swallowed the words that came to my lips.Originally, it would be a suitable time to have sex tonight, but I didn't do anything, and I didn't want to do anything.Just being hugged by Song Cheng and laying on the bed, the narrow bed turned into a curved boat, letting sleepiness push us to sway in the waves, I heard his reassuring heartbeat, like the tide.

I was thinking about some random things, and Song Cheng beside me woke up with a sleepy voice: "Why don't you sleep?"

I took the opportunity to turn over, face him a little funny and said, "I still want to ask you, how did you wake up?"

"I'm a light sleeper, and I feel like you woke up, so I woke up and took a look." His slightly longer eyelashes were drooping, and his facial features were outlined softly by the dark night, "What time is it?"

"It's more than one o'clock." I said softly, "Go to sleep, I'll wait until I feel sleepy."

He closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and said helplessly, "It seems that I've had enough sleep."

"Let's chat for a while?" I said.

"Okay." He held my hand, "What do you want to talk about?"

"What do you like about me?" I asked this question that I had thought about for a long time, and I felt relieved.

He thought for a while, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile unconsciously: "I like you a lot, how can you tell?"

I said stubbornly, "I want to hear it."

"Well... I like that you are sincere, kind, strong, and love life." He said slowly, "You treat me very well, you smile very cutely, and I get along with you... There are too many, I can't tell."

I knew that these were just human designs, and my heart sank slowly with a little disappointment, but I heard him continue: "Actually, I liked you the first time I saw you. You know, at that time you looked like you It’s quite different now. I hit that person, and you washed your hands indifferently as if you hadn’t seen it, with a casual look. At that time, I thought this person was too cool. Later, when you talked to me, it sounded a bit frivolous."

"But your eyes are very soft when looking at people, which reminds me of many beautiful things." He said, "I have never forgotten your eyes. I dreamed of you again that night, so I decided that I would definitely love you the next time I meet you." You want the contact information, the result is what you want first."

I raised my hand to touch my eyes, but I didn't think there was anything special. I had carefully looked at my face in the mirror and didn't see any signs of softness.But since Song Cheng said so, it must not be too bad.

"I think you must be a soft-hearted person." He whispered with a smile, "That's true."

I stared at his handsome face for a while, and was defeated: "Has anyone ever told you that you are good at talking about love?"

"I haven't said that to anyone else. Jun Yan, why do you like me?"

I was silent for a long time, but he was not in a hurry, he stretched out his hand and gently patted my back, humming a lullaby with an unknown tune, patiently like coaxing a naughty child to sleep.Finally, he said: "It is destined by God."

He hugged me in his arms, and his voice was a little sleepy: "How is it destined?"

I fumbled under the quilt to meet his slender and strong hand, and interlocked his fingers: "I got a good-hearted person to subsidize my brother's medical expenses, and I made a special trip to Asia entertainment to thank her, but I happened to meet you again after meeting you, isn't it? Doomed to be together somewhere?"

"It is indeed destined, you startled me by saying that you are the gold master..." He gradually fell into sleep, and murmured vaguely, "Jun Yan, it's so good to meet you..."

I stared at his sleeping face, and said to myself: "Yes, we are destined, it's so good."

Then I fell asleep again, and dreamed that in the lounge next to the tea room, I accidentally saw Song Cheng who was in a daze at the contract, so I leaned against the door and said it was a coincidence with a half-smile, which scared him one jump.He pulled me in and asked me not to tell about his beating. I logically asked for his WeChat account. Before leaving, I said: I didn’t even introduce myself—my name is Xu Junyan, we are very destined, and we should keep in touch.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn, and Song Cheng was sleeping next to me, looking peaceful in the hazy morning light.

I think it turned out to be a dream.