The Great Dream God

Wei Yanren's courtyard is located on the edge of the city. It is a place full of life. In the courtyard, there is an old tree standing tall. Its branches are twisted into a strange angle, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. Wei Yanren tightly grasps the crooked and thick branches of the tree, his body rising and falling in the air, doing a difficult pull-up training.

Sweat rolled down his forehead like raindrops, and each drop hit the ground heavily, splashing tiny water droplets, as if it was the embodiment of his inner pain and anger. His eyes were firm and indignant, full of unyielding strength. Those eyes reflected the hardships of life and the silent struggle against the injustice of fate.

Wei Yanren's muscles were tense in the sun. Every rise and fall was a challenge to his own limits, and also his persistence and tenacity in life. His breathing was heavy, but he did not stop. His heart was burning, even though he was exhausted!

Wei Yanren was perched on a thick branch like an eagle, his arms tightly grasping the branch like a pair of pliers, doing a pull-up contest with himself. With each pull, his muscles tensed in the sun, and the lines like sculptures depicted his strong will and indomitable strength. His eyes were deep and firm, as if hiding endless stars. Sweat rolled down his forehead like raindrops, sliding down his resolute cheeks, and every drop of sweat carried his eager anticipation for the future and his resolute determination, falling into the soil under his feet, nourishing his dreams.

Meng Jin stood in front of his sight. Wei Yanren was not intimidated by the temporary lag. Instead, he showed his ambition without reservation, and his voice resounded through the forest: "Meng Jin, do you see? Your lead is only a temporary illusion. I will not be fooled by it!"

He held his head high and declared confidently: "I, Wei Yanren, will use sweat as ink and hard work as a pen to write my own glorious chapter. Every day and night, every time I sweat, is a step towards the top."

His voice echoed among the trees, full of power and conviction: "One day, I will stand above you. That will be my peak. I will let everyone witness that I, Wei Yanren, am stronger and more dazzling than you!"

Sun Yifang walked leisurely, and every step seemed to be savoring the quiet afternoon, until he approached the half-closed door. The sound of the door being pushed open gently was like a low humming poem, breaking the tranquility, but bringing a different picture. The scene in the courtyard made him widen his eyes, unable to hide his surprise. Wei Yanren, the guy who always laughed at the fact that time makes people grow old, was like a vigorous eagle at this moment, holding on to the branches tightly, his body drawing a tough arc in the air, doing high-intensity pull-ups. Sweat, like broken pearls, rolled down Wei Yanren's angular cheeks, and every drop shone brightly under the sunlight, as if condensing his perseverance and determination.

Sun Yifang raised the corners of his mouth, his laughter was filled with confusion and concern, "Old Wei, where do you get all this motivation from? Was it because a meteor hit you on the head and you suddenly have a second spring in life?" His eyes fell on Wei Yanren's hands that were tightly grasping the branches. They were rough and powerful, like carved marks of time, and every inch of muscle was telling a silent story.

"I remember you always said that when you get old, your bones become as hard as stone. But today, you are even stronger than a young man. Do you have some secret magic weapon hidden, preparing a big surprise for us old friends?" Sun Yifang's words were full of ridicule, but his deep eyes revealed endless care and understanding for his friend. He wanted to know what had caused Wei Yanren to undergo such a drastic change.

Wei Yanren jumped down from the tall branch, and the dust flew when he landed. His eyes were burning with anger. He looked directly at Sun Yifang and said word by word: "Meng Jin, that self-righteous guy! He didn't take me seriously at all, and thought that my ability could not match his. Therefore, all his subsequent actions, those opportunities that could change our fate, no longer include me. He accepted a mission, a mission that could make us soar in one step, but he chose to go forward alone, without considering our feelings at all!"

"He is blatantly disdainful of those of us who can temporarily put aside morality for the sake of profit. Are we so insignificant and vulnerable? Who would want to be friends with someone who despises others so much? His behavior is not only exclusionary, but also an insult. We also have pursuits and dreams, don't we? Meng Jin's actions are undoubtedly trampling on our dignity." Wei Yanren's words were full of injustice, and his chest heaved violently. Obviously, his dissatisfaction with Meng Jin had reached its peak.

Sun Yifang was struck by lightning when he heard this. He stood there in a daze, with a look of surprise that was hard to conceal. He took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly with a self-deprecating tone: "Your strength is indeed inferior to his. That is an indisputable fact. My family, the once prominent and famous family, has now lost its glory, like a shadow in the sunset, gradually fading away. I, the noble son who was once surrounded by people, am now just a faded memory, no longer the focus of everyone's attention."

"We have all been left behind by the times. He, like the rising sun in the east, has risen step by step to the pinnacle of power and glory, becoming a true nobleman who has risen to prominence. And I, a former noble, am now just a passer-by, ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of time. You, as an ordinary civilian, our world and our identities are far different from those of people like him. You can no longer walk side by side with him, let alone become his friend."

Sun Yifang's words were full of helplessness and regret, and every word revealed his nostalgia for the past glory and his deep self-reflection on the current situation. His words were like a mirror, reflecting the insurmountable gap between them and that noble friend.

Wei Yanren clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, as if he could hear the sound of grinding his teeth. His eyes were like sharp swords, flashing with endless tenacity and determination. "Even if I face the threat of death, I, Wei Yanren, will not bow to anyone!" His words were sonorous and powerful, and every word was filled with his adherence to dignity and his fight against fate.

Deep down, he admitted that there was indeed an insurmountable gap between him and those nobles of noble birth. Their starting point was his end point, which made him feel helpless, but he also accepted this reality. However, when he was inferior to ordinary civilians, this unwillingness was like a raging fire, hot and painful. He couldn't understand why he was born so far behind in the race of life. This feeling made him angry and also inspired his fighting spirit.