Chapter 47: I am good or bad to Shen Shi
Pei Heng opened his eyes from his dream. It was getting light outside the window and the dormitory was silent.
His heart was still beating loudly in his chest, and he felt as if he had just been pulled out of the water, cold and dazed.
Shen Yunqing...
Who is Shen Yunqing?
How could he dream of someone who was completely different from Shen Shi?
Besides, those eyes didn't look like Shen Shi's...
Pei Heng felt unwell.
Chen Shi, who was beside him, was startled by his movement, and then woke up. He snuggled into his neck and pressed his warm lips on the ambiguous red mark on Pei Heng's neck that had not completely faded.
While still half asleep, Shen Shi keenly sensed that something was wrong with Pei Heng.
He raised his head, his eyes still a little hazy, and gently stroked Pei Heng's slightly cold cheek with his fingertips.
"What's wrong? Are you dreaming again?"
Pei Heng would occasionally be troubled by those vague dreams of his past life, and would be in a daze for a long time after waking up.
Pei Heng nodded randomly, his throat a little tight, and subconsciously rubbed Shen Shi's warm cheek, "Shen Shi, was I...good to you before?"
Shen Shi was slightly startled, then laughed, hugged him tighter, and kissed him intimately on the corner of his lips.
"Good, very good, I like it very much."
At that moment, Shen Shi thought that Pei Heng was dreaming about his past life, the rare estrangement or dispute between them.
"What did you dream about?" Shen Shi asked softly, his fingertips gently combing Pei Heng's hair which was a little messy from sleeping.
Pei Heng pursed his lips, held it back, and buried his head in the crook of Shen Shi's neck.
Then, he raised his hand and tried to gently cover Shen Shi's eyes.
Under his palm, Shen Shi's eyelashes trembled slightly, brushing across his skin, bringing a slight itch.
A memory flashed through Pei Heng's mind, and the two pairs of dissimilar eyes overlapped, making him break out in a cold sweat.
I felt listless and couldn't muster any energy.
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Outside the window, the late autumn rain was drizzling, hitting the glass, and it was cool and damp.
In the dormitory, Pei Heng curled up in a corner of the sofa, his chin resting on his knees, staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window.
The depression in his heart was no better than the wet foxtail grass downstairs in the dormitory building, or even worse.
Chen Shi went out to work on a project, and Chen Yu went to the Internet cafe, leaving only him and Zhou Jingming in the dormitory.
Zhou Jingming was sitting cross-legged on the carpet playing games, and he caught a glimpse of Pei Heng's absent-minded look out of the corner of his eye.
Pei Heng noticed the gaze and stared back.
The two of them stared at each other.
Zhou Jingming couldn't help it.
He put down the controller, moved to the side of the sofa, and reached out to touch Pei Heng's forehead. "Good man, Pei Hengheng, what's wrong with you? You don't have a fever, why are you so listless?"
Zhou Jingming was worried and tried to pull up a strand of hair that was hanging down on Pei Heng's forehead, hoping to cheer him up.
As a result, the strand of hair fell back limply.
Zhou Jingming was shocked and quickly stuffed the hot milk tea he had just ordered into Pei Heng's hands.
"Have a drink of something sweet, come back to your senses, and tell me what happened. Did you have a fight with Chen Shi? That can't be right? Weren't you fine yesterday?"
Pei Heng held the warm milk tea in his hand, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cool jade ring on his index finger, his eyes unfocused.
He was silent for a long time before he slowly raised his eyes and said weakly, "Brother Zhou."
"Hey! You're here!" Zhou Jingming immediately sat up straight and listened attentively.
"You have to keep this secret from Shen Shi." Pei Heng emphasized.
Zhou Jingming patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I'm tight-lipped! I'm famous for being a tight-lipped person! But..."
He moved closer and covered Pei Heng with another furry blanket.
"You have to let me hear it first. What is this earth-shattering event?"
Pei Heng shrank into the blanket, revealing only a pair of listless eyes. His voice was muffled by the blanket, and he was so annoyed that he could hardly speak.
"I had another dream last night."
"I dreamed of someone." Pei Heng's voice was even lower. "In my dream... I called him Shen Yunqing."
Zhou Jingming: “…”
His imaginative mind began to work rapidly, and all kinds of bloody plots were played out one after another.
"Oh my god." Zhou Jingming gasped, "What the hell do you mean? Who is Shen Yunqing?"
He looked at Pei Heng in horror.
Pei Heng scratched his hair, feeling very depressed. "I don't know, I didn't see the appearance clearly, but..."
"His eyes...are different from Shen Shi's."
Zhou Jingming: "It's broken."
"Isn't it Shen Shi's eyes that you like most? These eyes are different, so I guess... they are not the same person."
After hearing what he said, Pei Heng felt even more upset and looked even worse.
Seeing him like this, Zhou Jingming became anxious and rubbed his head, trying to think of a solution.
"Oh, don't be so anxious, don't be so anxious, let me think about it... This matter... This matter needs to be asked to someone who knows the truth."
An idea suddenly struck him, "Oh right, Brother Ling Yue! He must know something, let's ask him."
Pei Heng sat up straight, "That makes sense."
Five minutes later.
The three of them stared at each other.
On the sofa in the living room, Pei Heng was wrapped in a blanket, and Zhou Jingming was sitting cross-legged beside him.
Ling Yue stood in front of the two of them, expressionless, with a look of growing alertness in his eyes.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Ling Yue asked hurriedly, looking at Pei Heng's absent-minded look.
Pei Heng had almost rolled the tassels on the edge of the blanket into pieces.
He made a great decision, raised his head and looked straight at Ling Yue.
"Ling Yue, who is Shen Yunqing?"
Ling Yue: “…”
He was stunned, and then his expression became strange. On his face, which was naturally unable to make rich expressions, the expression was truly wonderful, between complexity and hesitation.
"Master," Ling Yue said with a rare hesitation, "I don't know whether I should say it."
Pei Heng's heart sank to the bottom when he saw him like this.
Even Ling Yue had this expression, it seemed to be true.
He wailed in despair, suddenly pulled the blanket over his head, and the sound came out muffled.
"You'd better stop talking."
"I've been so bad to Shen Shi! I've been so bad!"
Ling Yue: “?”
He was completely confused and could not keep up with Pei Heng's jumping thoughts at all.
"No, Master..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone on the coffee table.
Zhou Jingming was frightened and hurriedly grabbed his phone and quickly stuffed it next to the blanket that Pei Heng was covered with.
"Pei hum, it's Shen Shi calling."
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