The Great Dream God

Wei Yanren's face looked particularly solemn in the dim sunlight, and there was a glimmer of unyielding light in his deep eyes, even though his heart was quietly shrouded in the haze of despair. His lips were tightly closed, and the words he managed to squeeze out were like broken glass, harsh but firm: "I still choose to keep this white silver in my pocket safely, and I don't want to be like you, indulging in extravagant banquets, living a life of drunkenness and dreams, and spending money like water!"

He waved his hand to signal the other party to leave, with a hint of helpless determination in his tone, "Go away, go quickly, don't use your temptation here to shake my determination! I advise you to be kind and guide people towards the light, rather than induce them to squander their hard-earned money and indulge in short-lived pleasures!"

Wei Yanren's chest was straight, like an unyielding mountain, and he would not give in no matter how hard the wind and rain blew. His voice was soft, but it was like a loud bell, resounding through the bright and sunny sky. Every word was filled with his persistence in his own beliefs and his contempt for luxurious life.

Facing the situation, Meng Jin just shook his head slightly, as if expressing his disdain for the dispute. He waved his hand, as if to drive away an insignificant cloud, and then resolutely turned and left, leaving behind silence and flying dust. His steps were firm, and each step seemed so calm, as if this small conflict did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

The conversation between the two of them came to an abrupt end in the air, like an unfinished symphony that suddenly lost its melody. Their unpleasant parting, although with a hint of gunpowder, was after all just a verbal dispute, like the brief haze after a summer thunderstorm, fierce but short-lived. Those fierce words, like a violent storm, came quickly and left quickly, and were instantly washed away by the river of time without a trace.

Time is the best medicine to heal all wounds. A few sharp words, several tit-for-tat, gradually faded into each other's memory as time went by. Just like the gravel at the bottom of the river, after being washed by the water, the edges and corners gradually flattened, becoming round and gentle. In this way, they chose silence and chose to let time heal this small conflict. Several rounds of verbal battles eventually turned into a breeze and drifted away, leaving only the calm lake surface, without any waves. This is life, there are always some bumps and stumbles, but you can always find a way to reconcile in silence.

Will Meng Jin go to the pub tonight to have a drink? This question briefly lingered in the air, as if with a hint of subtle expectation. However, the answer was beyond everyone's expectations. He did not step into the threshold of the pub, and the bustle and noise were not for him. He chose another color of the night, a unique rhythm that belonged to him.

Meng Jin, an image hunter immersed in other people's dreams, is more like a documentary director traveling through the world of light and shadow, capturing those unconscious moments and weaving them into silent movies of life. His eyes, like high-definition lenses, penetrate the depths of dreams and present those invisible emotions and stories one by one to the world. His work is like a silent dialogue, talking to the soul of the dreamer and revealing the secrets hidden in the heart.

However, it seems that simply calling him a documentary director is too limited to Meng Jin's talent. He is not just recording reality, but also creating illusions. He is a magician of light and shadow, a blockbuster director of dreams! He wanders between reality and illusion, sculpts emotions with imagination, and interprets life with artistic techniques. Each of his works is a shock to the soul, a visual feast, and a deep exploration of the inner world of human beings.

Meng Jin, the director of dreams, makes every shot a carefully crafted work of art, and every edit a profound insight into human nature.

Meng Jin was always filled with moral entanglements about the scene of selling other people's dreams. He knew that everyone's dreams were a secret place deep in the soul, a unique reflection of the inner world, and an untouchable private territory. Making such secrets public was undoubtedly an infringement of people's spiritual privacy and a blasphemy against the soul, and he felt extremely guilty about it.

However, the reality of life was like a ruthless whip, and he could not ignore the tempting benefits. Every time he sold a dream, the pressure of life was reduced and the road ahead was broader. He struggled between money and morality, and his heart was like a turmoil. Every transaction was like carving a deep mark on his conscience.

"Is this really true?" He often asked himself in the quiet night, with the stars twinkling in his eyes, like the dreams that were sold, beautiful but out of reach. However, every time the morning sun filled the windowsill, he had to admit that the income was his only barrier against the storms of life.

So, he continued on this contradictory path, even though he knew it was a betrayal of morality. He chose to use money to fill the hole in his life, even though he knew it was a spiritual atonement. He had no choice but to do this, because it could indeed bring rich rewards. Every penny he dropped reminded him that this was a vortex of reality that he could not escape.

Meng Jin seems to have long regarded the shackles of morality as a stumbling block that bounds his pursuit of wealth. In his eyes, the brilliance of money surpasses all ethical reflections, so much so that he is willing to cross the moral line and engage in a seemingly harmless but hidden evil game - exposing other people's privacy. This is not a simple revelation, but a naked tearing of other people's reputation and letting it rot under public scrutiny, like a carefully planned reputation slaughter.

He arrogantly believed that this was just a means in the business world, a transaction at the expense of others' innocence. He used moral flaws as his shield, and cleverly packaged the dark side of human nature as so-called "wisdom." Little did he know that this behavior had deeply trampled on the trust between people and trampled on the dignity of human nature.

However, the truth is always hard to conceal, and every revelation is a soul-searching. The exposed privacy is like a meteor in the night sky, which shines briefly, leaving only endless darkness and coldness. Meng Jin may not have realized that his actions have already pushed him into the abyss of morality, where the cold is enough to freeze his burning greed.

Meng Jin's behavior is like a sharp dagger, piercing the softest part of people's hearts. What he did is tantamount to exposing human dignity nakedly under the sun, making people's inner world invisible in the public eye. This behavior of wantonly trampling on others' privacy is so bad that it can scar people's hearts and even push them into the abyss of despair, until their lives disappear, just because they can't bear the endless humiliation and pain.

However, when Meng Jin witnessed the life that withered because of his hands, and the once vibrant soul fell in self-denial, did he have a flash of remorse in his heart? Was the once arrogant smile replaced by a trace of guilt? His indulgence and publicity seemed to be restrained in the face of the silence of death. He began to realize that the words he casually uttered had the power to destroy life.

From that moment on, Meng Jin's behavior seemed to have changed subtly. The violent storm that once raged turned into a light drizzle. He began to learn to respect and to leave a bottom line on the edge of his speech. However, whether this restraint was out of respect for life, fear of the law, or a true awakening in his heart, only he knew. But in any case, the line that he once easily crossed has now left a deep mark in his heart.