The Great Dream God

Facing the ridicule of the world, Meng Jin always maintained a detached indifference. His heart was a quiet city, and no matter how noisy the outside world was, it could not shake his tranquility. That day, when the two voices pierced the air, like hail in the cold wind, hitting him mercilessly, he just smiled slightly, and that calmness was like a touch of warm sunshine in spring, warm and firm.

"They are barking," he whispered in his heart, without any anger or pain in his words, only a deep calm, "like stray dogs in the alley, howling at the moon, but unable to touch it even a little bit." His eyes were as deep as the night, and he had insight into the world. In his eyes, those sarcasms were nothing but passing clouds, fleeting.

He understood that people's ridicule often came from ignorance. They could not see his persistence, his perseverance, and his faith. Their voices were like empty echoes, insignificant and unable to shake the foundation of his heart. He, Meng Jin, was a silent mountain, standing firm despite wind and rain.

He chose to ignore the gossip.

After hearing these words, Wei Yanren's face quietly turned red, like the sunset glow under the afterglow of the setting sun, with a hint of shy pride. He slowly turned around, staring at the two young men who were arguing with each other, one was Sun Yifang, the young man from a noble family with great talent and elegance, and the other was Zhang Duanyin. His eyes were sharp, as if he could see into the depths of people's hearts.

"You think you are superior to others, but it's just because your family background is more prominent than ours!" Wei Yanren's voice was full of unyielding stubbornness. "You can laugh at our humbleness and ridicule our fear, but you should know that fear of death is human instinct. What's wrong with that? You aristocratic families think you are born with pride and noble blood flowing in your bones, but deep down, you have never really looked down on ordinary people like us."

He stood up straight with a firm look in his eyes, as if declaring a belief, "But now, we are standing on the same land, standing on the same starting line, and we are all competitors with nothing. In this competition, no one is born a winner, and no one is destined to lose. We can't lose in this competition, because what we have is unyielding determination and courage to face difficulties!"

Wei Yanren's words were powerful and every sentence was like a sharp arrow, shooting directly at those noble children who thought highly of themselves. They might have immense wealth and power, but in his eyes, the real competition had just begun.

Sun Yifang's face was like a ripe apple, glowing with anger. He widened his eyes and responded angrily, "What did you say, you ignorant boy? Say it again. I want you to know that my achievements today are not due to my father's protection!" His tone was like a storm, and every word was thunderous. He approached Wei Yanren, stretched out his powerful hands, and grabbed the other's collar without hesitation, as if to tear his doubts to pieces.

Seeing this, Meng Jin frowned, feeling helpless, and tried to dissuade him. However, Sun Yifang's anger did not subside, but became more and more intense. He raised his voice, and his voice echoed in the air: "Although my father is a noble duke, you know that everything I have achieved is not just due to his halo! If I want to indulge in comfort, I can just hide in the family manor and live in peace with the world. However, I chose a different path, braving the scorching sun, and taking risks with you, the mud-legged people who can hardly compare with me on weekdays, just to pursue a higher realm!"

His eyes sparkled with determination, and every word he said was powerful: "Your efforts are indeed admirable, but how can your sweat compare to the hard work of several generations of our family? Our ancestors overcame all difficulties and used their struggles and sacrifices to build our current status!"

Sun Yifang's words are like a passionate epic!

In a solemn and tense atmosphere, Zhang Duanyin stood quietly in a corner, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and the corners of his mouth outlined a dissatisfied arc. He slowly narrowed his eyes, and those deep eyes seemed to be able to see into the deepest part of people's hearts. The words flowed from his thin lips, resoundingly: "You people are too fierce in your words, and seem to have forgotten the limits of reason! What's wrong with what Sun Yifang said? In my opinion, the boss's opinion is not wrong!"

His words were like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere. Everyone was touched by his words, and ripples appeared in their hearts. Every word Zhang Duanyin said was like a carved pearl, shining brightly, and every word was a gem, making it impossible to ignore his presence.

Meng Jin interrupted at the right time, his smile was like a spring breeze, defusing the tense situation. "Everyone, everyone, don't be angry. Our enemies haven't appeared yet. If we kill each other now, wouldn't it be a joke for others?" His words were gentle but powerful, like an elegant poem, calming the spark of conflict.

"We should unite and fight against external enemies instead of wasting our strength internally. Our goal is the challenges ahead, not disputes with each other. Let us turn our anger into strength and use reason to guide our actions. In this way, we will not be afraid of any difficulties and will be able to solve any challenges we face." Meng Jin's words are like the gurgling stream, moistening things silently, but deeply into people's hearts, soothing everyone's soul.

Wei Yanren was struck by lightning when he heard this. Meng Jin's calm and determined face was reflected in his widened pupils. He turned around in disbelief and questioned Meng Jin: "I, I am here to defend you, but you turn against me and protect outsiders? You are blatantly favoring outsiders and neglecting your own people. Meng Jin, do you know that they despise you and regard you as dirt in the field? Don't you have any anger at all about this?" His voice trembled and was full of indignation.

Meng Jin was not in a hurry. He reached out and gently grasped Wei Yanren's excited arm. Then, he slapped Sun Yifang's hand, which was tightly grasped by Wei Yanren. Sun Yifang immediately retracted his hand and looked at the bright red mark on his palm. Just as he was about to get angry, Meng Jin smiled and said to everyone in a conciliatory tone: "Everyone, everyone, we have no intention of conflicting with you. If we are offended, please forgive us. We are on the same front and fight against the storm together. Our dispute is like the collision of the lid of a pot with the edge of the pot. It is nothing more than daily friction. Why bother about it! Let us save some energy and face greater challenges together!"

Sun Yifang's arrogance was instantly suppressed by these words. He was speechless and could only snort coldly, turn his hand and leave, saying disdainfully: "Why should I bother with you country bumpkins!" His figure disappeared in the crowd, leaving behind a gust of cold wind.

Wei Yanren's anger had not yet subsided, but he finally chose to remain silent. He just glanced at Sun Yifang coldly and then retracted his gaze.