The Great Dream God

Sun Yi was staggering beside the bonfire. The wine glass in his hand seemed to be a scepter he was waving, reflecting the burning question in his eyes. The people around him, whether they were nobles in luxurious clothes or simple civilians, were attracted by his voice and their eyes were focused on him. His voice was like a huge bell, resounding throughout the hall, and every word seemed to be cast in gold, resounding loudly.

"You who are around me," he swayed slightly as if expressing his inner emotions, "maybe some of you are like me, wearing noble robes and enjoying the glory of power; or maybe you are just ordinary people, longing for the opportunity to change your destiny. I ask you, do you choose to approach me because of the glittering gold coins? Or do you choose to use me as a high branch to climb and pick the fruits of your dreams?"

His eyes were sharp, like an eagle's insight into people's hearts, and no one could escape his scrutiny. His words were like a knife, piercing the hearts of everyone present, making it impossible to avoid or ignore them. "Or do you really appreciate me, Sun Yifang, as a person, agree with the principles I uphold, and respect my attitude towards life, so you are willing to walk with me and share laughter and tears?" His words were full of self-doubt and a deep analysis of human nature.

The liquid in the wine glass swayed, as if reflecting the secrets in everyone's heart. Every word Sun Yifang said challenged people's moral bottom line and tested their true motives.

Sun Yifang was drunk at the moment. He waved the wine glass in his hand and pointed at Zhang Duanyin, his eyes blurred but with a hint of provocation. "Zhang Duanyin, look at yourself. You obey me every day as if I am your backbone. You always seem so loyal. Is it just because I am of noble birth and the son of the Duke that you are willing to do this?" His tone was full of doubt, as if he was digging out a hidden secret.

Zhang Duanyin was stunned. He pointed at the tip of his nose, his face full of confusion and puzzlement. "Sir, you misunderstood. The friendship between us far exceeds these worldly identities. You and I have lived and died together, and we are loyal to each other. How can it change because of your status? We are best friends, this is an indisputable fact." His words were sincere, like clear spring water, hoping to wash away Sun Yifang's doubts.

However, Sun Yifang just laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the air filled with the aroma of wine, which was particularly harsh. "Zhang Duanyin, your words are more intoxicating than wine. If I were not the son of the Duke, would you still obey me like this? I am afraid you have long been tired of me and avoid me like a snake and scorpion!" His laughter was full of self-mockery, as if he was laughing at his own fantasy.

Zhang Duanyin was speechless and his face was as pale as paper. He looked at Sun Yifang with regret in his eyes. "Sir, you are really drunk. Our friendship does not depend on your status, but on mutual respect and understanding. I will not take your drunken words to heart." His words were gentle but firm, trying to wake up the drunk Sun Yifang, but the drunk man seemed to have been immersed in his own world.

The atmosphere at the banquet became heavy. Under the light, two people looked drunk and worried. This debate about friendship did not seem to have found an answer.

Sun Yifang, the arrogant and reserved young man, let out a deafening roar at this moment. His voice echoed under the golden dome of the luxurious banquet, like a lion cornered in a corner. "I'm not drunk. I tell you, my so-called friends are only interested in my wealth and status! Once I lose all of this, they will be like fallen leaves in autumn, drifting away with the wind and no longer with me." There was a painful light in his eyes, as if he saw the indifference and betrayal in the future.

"I don't care about those snobby followers. I don't need their flattery and adulation!" Sun Yifang waved his arms, and the amber liquid in the wine glass fell on the gorgeous ground like a broken dream. "I don't care about associating with you so-called 'mud legs', because I know that true friendship is not built on gold and silver. But even among people of my equal status, I understand that once my halo fades, they will also abandon me like a worn-out shoe and regard me as a 'mud leg' with contempt!"

For a moment, the noise of the banquet was suppressed by his words, and people cast surprised glances. Zhang Duanyin, the attendant who had been silently guarding Sun Yifang, saw this and hurried forward to try to calm the sudden storm. He gently helped Sun Yifang up, let him lean on the soft carpet, and used a deep magical spell to guide him into a deep sleep.

Zhang Duanyin shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding for the noble young master. "Pretentious nobles," he whispered to himself, as if telling an ancient story, "your world is always so fragile and complicated." He stood aside, watching Sun Yifang's face gradually calm down, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that the rules of this world were so cruel, whether you were willing to accept it or not.

At the same time, in the endless illusion, Meng Jin's sight was drawn to a poetic dream. In this dimension where nothingness and reality intertwined, he quietly watched Wei Yanren's life trajectory with a detached attitude, just like flipping through a yellowed ancient book, with traces of time flowing between the words.

Time goes back to 21 years ago, Xiaoyangshu Town, a quiet place moistened by morning dew and dyed red by sunset, located in a corner of the east, poor but full of the rhythm of life. There, a tenacious and simple couple gave birth to a new life with love and expectation, his name is Wei Yanren. His birth, like the first touch of green in early spring, brought the seeds of hope to this barren land.

At that time, the life of the Wei family was simple but full of warmth. The dilapidated adobe house and the mottled wooden door, every crack depicted the vicissitudes of time. However, those seemingly insignificant daily lives sowed the seeds of tenacity and perseverance in Wei Yanren's heart. The hard work of his parents and the mutual support among neighbors all silently taught him that the true meaning of life lies in constant struggle and perseverance.

Young Wei Yanren's clear eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire for the unknown world. He ran in the fields at dawn and played by the stream at dusk. His laughter was like the breeze blowing through the rice fields, melodious and far-reaching. Every smile and every fall of his became a mark of his growth, adding a rich and colorful stroke to the picture of his life.

As time flies, Wei Yanren gradually grew up in the sunshine and wind and rain of Xiaoyangshu Town.