Seeing Meng Lang's door again, Zhou Fanxing felt like a world away. The smell of hay in the wind reminded Zhou Fanxing of the smell of fireworks that made her nostalgic, Zhou Fanxing sighed, but the block in his chest was heavier.

Lu Chengyuan pushed open the door for her, and the furnishings of the room were the same as at that time, a little more deserted and a little less earthly taste. Lu Chengyuan pushed open the bedroom door, and the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke hit Zhou Fanxing's senses.

Meng Lang's eyes were misty, the buttons of his shirt were buttoned haphazardly, he was lying on the sofa, holding a white shirt with an old lipstick mark on the neckline, and wine bottles and cigarette butts scattered on the table. Lu Chengyuan shook Meng Lang, Meng Lang suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Lu Chengyuan, his eyes were red, and his bloodshot eyes looked at Lu Chengyuan for a while, as if he saw the person clearly, Meng Lang lay down again, clinging to his lip prints, and his eyes were decadent.

"She was so ruthless, she withdrew, and she retreated so neatly and neatly, without any nostalgia. She's the poison. Meng Lang smiled bitterly and poured another sip of the liquor, the spicy taste made him frown.

"Boss, boss, don't drink." Lu Chengyuan was about to snatch Meng Lang's wine bottle, but he blocked his hand, and Meng Lang took another big sip during the entanglement.

Lu Chengyuan turned his head and glanced at Zhou Fanxing fiercely, let go of his hand, and walked out of the house.

Zhou Fanxing at the door hesitated again and again, and grabbed Meng Lang's wine bottle before Meng Lang poured the last sip of wine.

"Don't drink it, it's not good for your health."

Meng Lang narrowed his eyes and tried to see Zhou Fanxing clearly, and took Zhou Fanxing into his arms.

"Don't go, I know it's a dream. But can you stay longer? Meng Lang tried to keep his eyes open, afraid of losing something.

"It's not a dream, you sleep." Zhou Fanxing's tears slipped out of his eyes.

Zhou Fanxing hugged Meng Lang and patted him on the back, Meng Lang gradually quieted down and slowly fell asleep.

Zhou Fanxing looked at the dim and lightless room, trying to suppress his disordered breathing, the steady breathing and slight warmth in his chest made Zhou Fanxing gradually quiet down, and their breathing became the same frequency. In the cold and quiet room, there was only one frequency of breathing left, and Zhou Fanxing's nerves had been tormented by many days of exhaustion, and now she was asleep in the dark.

I didn't know that I was a guest in my dream, but I knew that I was greedy when I woke up in my dream.

Zhou Fanxing thought that no one in this world was irreplaceable, but she was lonely and brave, and walked alone for so long, but found that the people in her heart came and went, and the later people occupied other positions, and he was always there.

The bedroom without daylight blurred the time, Meng Lang woke up from Zhou Fanxing's arms, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and repeatedly confirmed that the person in front of him was not the person he had been thinking about for a long time.

Meng Lang approached Zhou Fanxing and looked at her face carefully, why was she haggard? Obviously, she left in style, why is she still haggard?

Zhou Fanxing frowned, muffled, clenched his fists tightly, and broke out in a cold sweat. Meng Lang knew she was having a nightmare.

Meng Lang grabbed her hand, trying to ease her fear, but he didn't know what he remembered and let go of his hand. After a while, he held Zhou Fanxing's hand tightly.

Zhou Fanxing trembled, but still didn't make a sound. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, trembled, her eyes rolled around, and after confirming the environment, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if she was glad that she had finally woken up from the dream.

Zhou Fanxing got up and looked at Meng Lang, Meng Lang's face softened slightly, and the corners of his mouth were fleeting.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Meng Lang still didn't let go of Zhou Fanxing's hand, even though Zhou Fanxing had already let go of his hand and unloaded the strength on his hand.

"Hmmm......"

Meng Lang dragged Zhou Fanxing directly into his arms, brushed away her sweat-soaked hair, patted her and said, "Go back to sleep." ”

"No need." Zhou Fanxing pushed Meng Lang away.