The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's heart, like a surging ocean, hides a deep fear of the vast sea of ​​heaven that stretches before him. The voyage is long and unknown, every wave may contain danger, and every gust of wind may bring anxiety. However, he clearly knows that fear can only be faced, not avoided. His steps are firm, and every step is based on determination, fearlessly moving towards the distant place called "home".

Home, this nest full of memories and warm as spring, now became his shelter as he set out to explore the world. Gently pushing open the frosted glass door, the scent of aged pine instantly filled the air, as if it was the taste of home, deeply imprinted in his heart. He calmly began to pack, carefully selecting clothes suitable for the journey from the closet, each piece was neatly ironed, as if he could feel the warmth of home through the fabric.

Wei Yanren quietly appeared at Meng Jin's doorstep with a rare determination. His eyes were firm, as if he was ready to face unknown challenges. Meng Jin was surprised to see him, but could also see the determination in Wei Yanren's eyes. Wei Yanren approached, his tone calm but full of power: "Meng Jin, this time, I have decided to follow you. No matter what lies ahead is full of thorns or storms, I am willing to face it side by side with you."

Meng Ze's sight was like being tied to that guy by invisible ropes. His eyes were deep and solemn, like a pool of autumn water with a stone thrown into it, causing ripples. The doubts deep in his heart were like a tangled mess, tangled together, unable to be untied one by one with words. He slowly opened his lips, and every word was filled with heavy doubts and a hint of helplessness that could not be concealed. "I said, do you remember the adventure we went deep into the Tunguska volcano? What did you contribute there besides creating chaos?" His voice was low and long, full of confusion and a hint of disappointment, as if he was telling an unsolved mystery.

Wei Yanren stood there, his eyes full of shock and confusion, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. Every word he spoke seemed to come from the deepest part of his heart, full of pain and struggle: "I am useful, do you really think I am a waste?" His voice echoed in the air, with a hint of helpless pleading, as if he was looking for an answer he was unwilling to accept.

He is not a waste. At least in his self-awareness, he has always believed that he has value and his own meaning of existence. His hands are covered with calluses, but they are the traces of hard work; his eyes are confused at times, but they are the expectation and exploration of the future. He and his friends have walked through countless days and nights side by side, shared laughter, and also gone through hardships together. This friendship is deep and sincere. How could it be easily disintegrated by a word of waste?

"We are friends!" He emphasized again, the firmness in his tone was in stark contrast to his previous trembling, as if he was announcing their friendship to the world. He looked directly at the other person, hoping to see understanding and acceptance, rather than suspicion and contempt. "How could you, how could you think I'm a waste?" He said this sentence with almost all his strength, and the emotion contained in it was deep and strong, and it was impossible to ignore.

Meng Jin stood in the middle of the crowd, his voice deep and firm, every word was like a hammered iron, resounding. He looked at his partner who had fought side by side with him, without any contempt, only deep regret and understanding. "You are not a waste." He spoke slowly, each word full of power, as if to break the haze that shrouded the other person's heart, "I see your efforts and your courage. But your current strength is indeed no longer able to match the height I pursue."

He recalled the past days, the challenges they faced together, the difficulties they overcame together, and those shared experiences were like a string of shining pearls that strung together their friendship. "I once took you forward because our enemies were only one level higher than us." His words were full of nostalgia for the past and also revealed his determination for the future. "At that time, your strength was enough to support our battle line, and your existence was the key to our victory."

However, the world is changing, the enemies are changing, and their vision is constantly improving. Meng Jin knows that life will not stop because of your stagnation. It always pushes everyone to move forward to meet higher challenges. "Now, I am facing challenges that require me to have stronger strength and a broader vision to cope with." His words are full of determination and expectations for his partners. "I hope you can understand that this is not your fault. It's just that we are all growing and looking for our own path."

Meng Jin's words are like a warning bell, ringing in everyone's heart. Although his words are harsh, they are full of encouragement and expectations. He hopes that everyone can find their own position, improve themselves, catch up with his pace, or find a path that is more suitable for them.

Wei Yanren's words were full of disappointment and heartache. His eyes were like a lake in late autumn, calm on the surface but full of endless waves. He said slowly, "I understand. Your world is no longer the one we once walked into together. Your eyes have gone beyond the mountains and look towards the horizon, which is a height we cannot reach. Your strength and achievements are like a towering peak that we can only look up to. Your state of mind has changed. You no longer value the friendship between us brothers as much as before. I understand and accept this."

Although his tone was calm, every word he spoke was like a stone thrown into the calm water, stirring up ripples. His straight back looked a little lonely in the sunset, as if foreshadowing his determination to leave. "I won't bother you anymore, and I won't look for the you of the past. Everyone has their own path to walk, and your path may no longer be in our ranks. I will remember the time we spent together, the laughter, sweat and tears, which are the most precious treasures in my life. But from now on, you will not have me by your side on the road ahead."

Wei Yanren's words echoed in the air, with a touch of melancholy and a firmness for the future. His decision was a respect for friendship and a relief for himself.

Meng Jin frowned and looked at the person in front of him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He opened his lips slightly, and spoke with a bit of fatigue: "You know, I'm not the kind of person who likes to argue. I respect and understand your ideas. Everyone has the right to have their own opinions, which is the most basic respect." He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued, "If you insist that I am like that, then so be it. I have no power to change your opinion, and I don't want to waste energy on it. Your ideas, to me, are like drifting clouds and smoke, which exist briefly but will not affect the essence of the sky. I don't care what you think, because my world is defined by myself." After speaking, Meng Jin smiled lightly, and his indifferent attitude seemed to tell the other party that his inner world is solid and independent, and will not be shaken by the misunderstandings of others.