The Great Dream God

It is still the familiar road, but at this moment, the open spaces on both sides have been decorated with emerald green lawns, and the bonfires are like falling stars in the night, burning brightly and illuminating the quiet night.

More than a hundred drivers who were tasked with escorting the ring built temporary camps on the lawns. The outlines of the tents were looming in the firelight, like a flowing painting, telling of their tenacity and perseverance.

Meng Jin and Wei Yanren, the partners who fought side by side, are now surrounded by a sea of ​​bonfires.

They sat quietly on a large rock, their eyes focused on the jumping flames, as if looking for unknown answers.

Wei Yanren, his eyes were as deep as the night, and he sighed softly. The sound was like the autumn wind blowing through the fallen leaves, with a hint of helplessness and melancholy, but still firm.

Meng Jin turned his head to look at Wei Yanren. His bright eyes reflected the warm yellow of the campfire, as if he could see through people's thoughts.

Wei Yanren took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with apology, like a meteor in the night sky, brief and bright. He spoke slowly, each word shining like a carefully carved gem: "Today, my emotions were out of control like a storm, so much so that I spoke without thinking, and poured out words that should not have been said, causing this disturbance, and you have to deal with it. I know very well that my impulse is the storm in my heart, but it affected you."

Meng Jin smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, calm and warm. His words were as soft as velvet, but they contained firm strength: "You don't need to apologize to me. I just want you to understand that I don't think your heart is with someone else. I am not the kind of person who will turn his elbow outward. I will stick to the loyalty of friendship. Your gratitude, to me, is like a passing cloud, beautiful but not necessary. In this storm, I will not appear as a persuasion. Unless you put yourself on the edge of danger, otherwise, I will not try to stop your decision. Your life is more precious than any persuasion."

Wei Yanren's gaze was like the deep night sky, staring at Meng Jin, a gaze full of admiration and inquiry. His voice was low and long in the quiet air: "Meng Jin, when can I cultivate your calmness, your indifference to the world, like the flowing water in the mountain stream, without any sound, but full of endless power?"

Meng Jin smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, calm and profound. He spoke slowly, and every word seemed to contain the seeds of wisdom: "Wei Yanren, you know that calmness is not a natural gift, but an inner awakening. When you are in the flames of anger, you can instantly perceive your emotions, like a Zen master who sees through the fluctuations in your heart. At that moment, you embark on a journey of calmness."

"Imagine that when you are furious and your blood is boiling, but you are able to realize this immediately, letting the candlelight of reason sway in the wind but not extinguish. You choose to close your mouth and not let angry words blurt out, just like a volcano covered by heavy snow, although the heat is still there, the surface has returned to calm. At that moment, you are no longer a slave to your emotions, but its master."

“Being calm is not about suppressing emotions, but about understanding and accepting them. It requires you to find balance in the abyss of pain and stay awake at the peak of joy. It is like a pine tree that still stands tall in the wind and rain, not shaken by the changes in the outside world, only because the inner strength is incomparably firm.”

After hearing this, Wei Yanren's eyes flickered with thought.

I seem to understand but not understand.

Wei Yanren slowly rose from the shadow beside the campfire. His figure cast a long shadow in the blazing flames, like a silent poem woven in the darkness, telling endless stories.

He stretched his limbs slowly, and every movement revealed a lazy elegance, as if he was dispelling the day's fatigue in this way.

He yawned, and the sound echoed in the quiet night, like the melodious sound of a flute sprinkled on the lake by moonlight, distant and moving.

Meng Jin lowered his head slightly, his eyes twinkling like stars, firm and bright. "I will take on the guard duty in the first half of the night, and you will take over my duties at midnight. Have a good rest, and I will continue to guard you at dawn."

His voice is deep and powerful, like the gurgling stream in the mountains. It is calm but contains infinite power, which makes people feel at ease.

Wei Yanren expressed his gratitude for Meng Jin's thoughtfulness. He took out a warm blanket from his bag and gently covered himself with it, as if wrapping all the fatigue of the day in this softness.

He closed his eyes and soon sank into the ocean of dreams, while Meng Jin's gaze was focused on him like moonlight, staring at him as if admiring a statue made of strong will.

"Young man, what kind of experience is hidden deep in your heart that has shaped such a strong character?" Meng Jin whispered to himself, his words full of curiosity and desire to explore.

His eyes fell on the mysterious ring inlaid on his finger, and he rubbed it gently, as if he was having a silent conversation with the ring, exploring the secrets within.

Suddenly, a bright white light burst out from the ring, like a meteor streaking across the sky, instantly enveloping Mengjin. At that moment, he seemed to have crossed the boundary of reality and stepped into Wei Yanren's dream, like a silent night walker, quietly strolling in this strange and mysterious world.

On this brightly lit night, the moonlight was like a thread, sprinkled on the lively bonfire. Sun Yifang, Zhang Duanyin, and their colleagues were sitting around the blazing flames, enjoying this brief moment of joy. The jumping light and shadow of the bonfire danced on their faces, like a flowing painting, reflecting different emotions. Sun Yifang, that face stained red by alcohol, was like a ripe persimmon in autumn, revealing an intoxicating mellowness.

The wine glass in his hand was crystal clear, filled with amber wine, and every drop seemed to contain the flavor of a story. People around him praised him one after another, and the words of praise were like stars, surrounding his ears. However, at this moment, Sun Yifang's mind was blurred by the wine, and those compliments turned into a vague buzzing in his ears. He could no longer distinguish the truth from the false, and was only immersed in his own world.

His eyes were sometimes bright, sometimes confused, as if he was recalling the shocking scenes of this morning. That morning, the sun was shining, and everything seemed normal, but it changed in an instant, as if the order of the whole world was overturned at that moment. In Sun Yifang's heart, every detail of that morning was engraved deeply, whether it was the slightest movement or the bustling voices, they all echoed in his heart, like an unforgettable symphony.

His slightly swaying body seemed to be swaying to the rhythm of the campfire. It was a state of drunkenness, but also a state of deep contemplation.