Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Dream
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"It's so late...what's the matter?"
The door slowly opened, and Gu Mengran stood blocking the door with a towel, wiping his hair nonchalantly, with no intention of letting anyone in.
Liang Zhao was stunned for a moment by the strange and polite tone. His dark eyes gradually drooped, staring at the nothingness on the ground, and asked softly: "Are you still angry with me? I'm sorry, I——"
"angry?"
Before he could organize his words to explain, Gu Mengran interrupted him and burst out laughing, "Did we have a quarrel today? Did we have a bad time? Why should I be angry with you for no reason?"
"Meng Ran, I shouldn't have asked that question that night."
Liang Zhao was obviously panicking. He took a half step forward and tried to get closer. Unexpectedly, Gu Mengran suddenly stepped back and distanced himself from him. He casually put the towel he used to dry his hair on his shoulders, looked at him and smiled, "That night? I've figured it out. You're right. Dreams and reality can't be confused. I can't treat you as the same person."
A sharp steel needle suddenly pierced into Liang Zhao's heart. His breath was choked and he stood stiffly in place.
He had never been so conflicted before. He could distinguish between dreams and reality, so he knew clearly that the person in Gu Mengran's heart was not him. But they parted unhappily that night, and their relationship seemed to have returned to the past overnight, strange and distant.
If he had never gotten close, he would have been content just watching her from afar. However, with the light of his dreams, he had touched the unreachable warmth and was unwilling to retreat back into the dark and damp sewer alone.
Why should he distinguish so clearly? He should be thankful that the person who appeared in his dream was not someone else. He didn't have the confidence to compete with Liang Zhao in his dream, but he could... he could be a poor imitator and learn to be the person Gu Mengran wanted.
Without further hesitation, Liang Zhao suddenly raised his eyes to meet Gu Mengran's gaze, and spoke quickly and urgently: "No, I was wrong, you are right, Mengran. I can see those dreams, I can be him, and one day I will remember everything, right?"
After he finished speaking, Liang Zhao slowly raised his hand that was hanging by his side and gently placed it on Gu Mengran's cheek.
The body temperature was very high, and the palm was very hot. The sudden touch made Gu Mengran dazed. He looked at Liang Zhao's eyes intently, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "Why do you suddenly think so?"
"I've figured it out. I shouldn't have been so stubborn."
Liang Zhao's voice was unusually hoarse, and the hand covering his face was trembling slightly.
The state is not right, it doesn't seem like he has figured it out, but rather like he is scared of being left out...
Compromise.
An inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart. Gu Mengran pursed his lips and chuckled, then held Liang Zhao's hand. "Really? You figured it out inexplicably? I don't believe it. Did you dream about something again?"
Liang Zhao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he uttered a soft "hmm".
"What do you mean?" Gu Mengran used a little force to pull Liang Zhao into the house, closed the door, and kept asking him, "What did you dream about? Tell me."
He finally got in, but it was because he dreamed of more.
Liang Zhao suppressed the bitterness in his throat, forced a bitter smile on his lips, and whispered, "A little bit of details from our time together."
Liang Zhao was like a soulless puppet due to the stolen special treatment. He followed Gu Mengran into the room and sat on the edge of the bed as Gu Mengran arranged, not daring to move.
But Gu Mengran did not let him go. Gu Mengran supported his shoulder with one hand, stood in front of him and looked down at him, with a faint smile on his face, "Since you dreamed about it, then you should know how we sleep in dreams, right?"
Liang Zhao was obviously stunned, and nodded stiffly, "I know."
He had seen the small boat and the narrow cabin in his dream, and he had also seen Gu Mengran and "him" sleeping together.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Gu Mengran nodded with satisfaction, and then he leaned over and asked softly, "Have you taken a shower?"
There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and Liang Zhao's brain went blank in an instant.
Before he could recover from his shock, Gu Meng took a half step back and distanced himself from him, smiling meaningfully, "I'll go blow dry my hair first, wait for me in bed?"
His tone rose slightly, as if asking a question, but Gu Mengran turned and left after he finished speaking, without giving him a chance to speak.
Hurrying into the bathroom, Gu Mengran found a hair dryer from the cabinet, quickly connected it to the power supply and turned on the switch. Then, amid the buzzing sound of the wind, he decisively raised his hand to cover his mouth, and laughed like a firecracker that had gone muffled.
Wait for me in bed...
So explosive, so greasy, how could he say such a thing!
But as he was laughing he couldn't laugh anymore. Liang Zhao was not good at lying, and his body language and expression told him that something was wrong.
From his last life to this life, Gu Mengran had mustered up his courage twice, but was rejected by Liang Zhao both times. It was impossible not to be angry, and he was more or less holding his anger in his heart, so he decided to leave him alone.
As a result... Liang Zhao compromised because he was left alone for too long.
Not wanting to distance herself from him, she would rather pretend that she was recovering her memory.
Competing with yourself and being your own substitute?
Gu Mengran found it funny and heartbreaking that such a serious person must have struggled so much before making this decision.
It's better to be stubborn than to compromise.
Coming out of the bathroom, as expected, Liang Zhao was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes lowered.
Gu Mengran walked forward slowly, put his arms around his neck, hugged the slightly bewildered Liang Zhao, stroked his wet hair with his palm, and said softly: "Go after me, Liang Zhao, there is still a lot of time, we can take it slowly."
"W-why? Do you regret it?"
I don’t know what the person sitting outside was thinking about. When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarser than a radio that had been out of service for a long time.
Gu Mengran rested his chin on the top of his head and chuckled, "Why do you say that? You are like my little wife who was forcibly taken back by me, with grievance written all over your face."
Liang Zhao suddenly moved, "I didn't--"
"Don't talk yet." Gu Mengran interrupted him rudely and patted his back gently. "You are not someone else, and you have never been anyone's substitute. It doesn't matter if you can't remember. Are you willing to start over with me? A brand new Liang Zhao, do you have the confidence to make me like you?"
Confidence... naturally I don't have that.
But Gu Mengran's words seemed to give artificial respiration to the drowning Liang Zhao.
"Can I?" Liang Zhao raised his hands and hugged Gu Mengran back, his arms tightening as if he was afraid that the person would run away.
The force was so strong that Gu Mengran's bones were almost broken by him. She quickly pried his hands apart and gave up the hug. She held Liang Zhao's face and looked into his eyes and said word by word: "Didn't I tell you to chase me? Of course, I'm not that easy to chase. You'd better behave yourself."
"Then tonight," Liang Zhao seemed to be drunk, his body leaning forward involuntarily, his forehead pressed against Gu Mengran's, rubbing gently, "Can I still sleep here?"
Gu Mengran laughed out loud, "Of course not, you're just a suitor, so straighten your attitude, okay?"
As Gu Mengran was about to step back and keep some distance, but Liang Zhao was one step faster than him. He put one hand around his shoulders and the other hand on the back of his head, forcing him to look into his eyes with his forehead pressed together.
The dark pupils were like a bottomless abyss. Gu Mengran saw himself clearly in his eyes, and there was also a little bit of uncontrollable desire.
Inexplicably, his heart skipped a beat. Gu Mengran looked away awkwardly and muttered softly, "What are you doing? Go back to sleep--"
"He kissed you."
The sound escaped from those thin lips, and Gu Mengran's lips were covered with a touch of warmth.
Just like that night, Liang Zhao gently stroked Gu Mengran's lips with his thumb, but this time, he did it openly.
"Did you see that?"
Amid the chaotic sound of his heartbeat, Gu Mengran heard his own hoarse voice.
Liang Zhao frowned slightly, and said "hmm" unwillingly, "I can see it very clearly."
The fingertips pressed harder and harder, as if they were going to rub his lips open.
"It's so sour." Gu Mengran pushed away the troublesome hand, raised his chin, and said almost touching Liang Zhao's lips: "But you are wrong, he didn't kiss me, I kissed him."
The tail sound was swallowed up, and finally, with a distance of less than one centimeter, someone moved forward a little, and the pursuer who had just started pursuing him finally kissed the person he had been thinking about day and night and dreaming about.
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The alarm clock rang at six o'clock. Gu Mengran did not stay in bed for once. He washed and changed clothes in one go. He walked out of the room at ten past six and came to the kitchen early.
He got up early to cook, but who would have thought that someone got up earlier than him.
With steam rising from the pot, the old man stood in front of the counter and with a knife he cut the whole kimchi radish into two halves, then into strips, and finally into even-sized cubes with a "do do do" sound.
Are the pickled radishes I made some time ago ready to eat? Gu Mengran picked one from the chopping board, but before he could put it in his mouth, the old man slapped him hard on the back of his hand.
“Pah—”
A crisp sound echoed in the quiet kitchen, and the diced radish fell to the ground. Gu Mengran had no time to care about it. He looked at the fingerprints on the back of his hand that became clearer and looked at his grandfather in disbelief.
"Grandpa, what are you doing? Are you angry? Why are you so cruel?"
"Cruel? If I were cruel, I would have used a knife." The old man said without even raising his head.
Gu Mengran smelled something bad, rubbed his hands, took two steps back, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong, Grandpa, who offended you? I'll help you--"
"Who else could it be?" The old man snorted coldly and said unhappily, "You're pulling and tugging at the door in the middle of the night, hugging and cuddling, you have no shame."
Gu Mengran was stunned and immediately retorted: "Who was pulling and tugging, hugging and kissing? We just talked for a while at the door, and we went in not long after."
"How dare you say that." The old man slapped his knife, turned around and glared at Gu Mengran, "How long has it been? Are you two going to sleep together if you are sure of your relationship?"
What a shocking statement! Gu Mengran couldn't even open his mouth to refute.
Without giving him a chance to refute, the old man said angrily: "Although you are both boys, but, but falling in love requires a process, it must be done step by step, steadily and steadily. What's the point of sleeping together right away? Aren't you just P-friends?"
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Gu Mengran was choked by his own saliva. He patted his chest and coughed several times. He looked at his grandfather with tears in his eyes. "First of all, we didn't sleep together. He left last night. He left from the balcony and returned to his room very early! Secondly, where did you learn these words, Grandpa?"
When he heard that he was gone, the old man's expression obviously eased, but he had no intention of explaining to Gu Mengran. He took some kitchen paper from the countertop to wipe his hands, then put his hands in his trouser pockets. Soon, a small silver box appeared in his hands.
Before Gu Mengran could see what it was, the old man raised his hand and a small silver box flew towards him. Gu Mengran caught it with both hands and just glanced at it casually, and almost dropped his jaw in shock.
Ultra-thin and breathable...
If there was a crack in the ground, Gu Mengran would definitely crawl into it without hesitation.
The old man stood aside with a calm expression, "I don't want to bother with you guys, you still need to pay attention."
Gu Mengran's ears were red and blood was dripping, and his head was almost touching the ground, but he couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get this thing?"
"Of course you have to stock up on everything when you open a supermarket. What's the point of making a fuss? There's some in the living room cupboard. Go get it when you're done."
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