The Great Dream God

Wei Yanren and Meng Jin, two brave men, just finished their meal in the dilapidated post station, wiped the residue from the corners of their mouths, and prepared to leave this desolate and lonely resting place and embark on an unknown journey ahead. They walked with their chests held high, like two resolute iron and stone sculptures, passing through the dust of history and moving steadily towards the direction of the sunrise.

However, just as they were immersed in their own firm steps, a chaotic sound of footsteps approached quietly from behind, breaking the moment of tranquility. Meng Jin, with his sharp eagle eyes, turned back unconsciously, and saw a mean-looking woman holding a peach branch, panting and chasing after a frightened child. The branch was waving in the air, and every time it fell, it was accompanied by a severe scolding and the child's crying.

The woman's figure looked particularly thin in the sunset, but the peach stick in her hand revealed an irresistible power. The child, despite being in a difficult situation, still struggled forward, as if declaring his tenacity to the difficult challenges in the future. This scene, like a vivid painting, depicts the bitterness and indomitable spirit of life, and makes people sigh at the impermanence and tenacity of life.

The corners of Meng Jin's mouth quietly outlined a subtle arc, which was deep and obscure, like a cunning fox secretly rejoicing in the dark, with a hint of elusive gloom and cunning. His eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashing with cunning brilliance, illuminating the darkness, but making it impossible for people to see into the abyss of his heart.

This smile, as gorgeous as spring flowers, but as cold as winter snow, reveals a cynical and evil charm, as if mocking all the rules of the world. Under that smile, there is a kind of almost evil wit that makes people feel awe.

Wei Yanren watched calmly from the side. His face was as calm as a mirror lake, without any trace of emotion. However, in his eyes as deep as black holes, there was a subtle ripple, like the surface of a lake being gently brushed by the breeze. The calmness on the surface could not cover up the surging in his heart.

This deep calmness and indifference, on the contrary, exposed his youth and inexperience. His heart has not yet been cultivated to be as peaceful as still water, and in the face of the ever-changing world, he will still be touched and react. This touch is his truth, but also his immaturity, indicating that he still needs time to settle down and hone himself in order to achieve true inner strength.

Wei Yanren's heart contains a subtle warmth, which comes from the unique warmth of the world. He often rushes through the bustling streets and alleys, like a wisp of wind passing through the world, never stopping. And in those hurried steps, he always chooses to stop at some inadvertent moment to gaze at the most mundane pictures.

These pictures are the most simple poems of life, a touch of warmth in the bustling crowd. Perhaps it is an old couple walking hand in hand at dusk, perhaps a child chasing butterflies with laughter on the roadside, or perhaps a group of people enjoying authentic snacks in front of a stall. These ordinary moments, like vivid paintings, quietly unfolded in front of Wei Yanren's eyes, making him feel the weight and delicacy of life.

Wei Yanren's heart is like a mirror, reflecting the warmth and truth of these pictures. His eyes seem to be able to penetrate the hustle and bustle, capturing those insignificant but affectionate details. Every stop is a baptism of the soul, allowing him to find a moment of tranquility in his busy life, and also allowing his busy heart to feel the warmth of the market. This is Wei Yanren's world, busy and affectionate, busy and warm.

Meng Jin slowly withdrew his gaze, which was as deep as the abyss of the universe, as if he was leisurely returning to his place from the vast starry sky. His eyes flashed with steel-like tenacity and fearless determination.

He gently landed on Wei Yanren's thick shoulders, and the gentle pat was like the spring rain that moistened the earth, containing both the power of encouragement and the subtle tension of an upcoming long journey.

His palm drew an elegant arc in the air, like the first ray of light of the rising sun, gently dispelling the haze around them and illuminating every step they took forward.

"Let's go, let's go," Meng Jin's voice was low and deep, like the waves caressing the rocks in the middle of the night. Every word was a musical note that stirred the soul, awakening the enthusiasm and surging passion hidden in the chest. "When the dawn of tomorrow breaks through the sky, we must be like the dawn, step into the rich and solemn Kyoto in advance, let our footsteps sound the prelude to dawn, and announce that a new chapter is about to begin."

Faced with this situation, Wei Yanren could only nod helplessly, as if he had acknowledged an irrefutable fact. His eyes flashed with understanding, but also hid a trace of unspeakable regret. "You're right, let's go!" His words were brief, but contained deep determination and firmness.

The two walked away side by side, their figures cast a long shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a painting of time. Every step they took seemed to tell an unfinished story, which aroused people's imagination.

At the same time, the woman holding the headlines and chasing the child just now turned around. Her eyes followed the backs of Meng Jin and Wei Yanren as they walked away, and her eyes, which had seen a lot of things in the world, revealed an elusive emotion. The corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised, outlining an intriguing smile. The smile had both the vicissitudes of life and a hint of inexplicable weirdness, as if hiding an unknown secret, which made people wonder how deep her inner world was.

With a deafening roar, the solid door seemed to have been hit hard by the deep sea, and was mercilessly torn apart by a strange creature shaped like an octopus tentacle. The iron lock broke and wood chips flew everywhere. The tentacle was like a devil's claw dancing in the dark night sky, tough and powerful, twisted and elastic, with a trembling figure tightly wrapped around its end.

The figure, under the grip of the tentacles, slowly crawled out of the broken door. It turned out to be the haggard old man - Da Hu. His eyes were full of fear and helplessness. His body struggled under the restraint of the tentacles, but he could only let the wheel of fate crush him mercilessly. The wrinkles on his face deepened a little under the baptism of fear. Sweat slid down his pale temples and wet his tattered clothes.

The old man's lips trembled, his eyes fixed on the woman with a strange smile on the ground. She was his former partner, but now she has become a carrier of unknown terror. "Don't kill me! Great Immortal!" His hoarse cry echoed in the empty room, every word was filled with endless despair and pleading, as if he was making the last wail to the empty gods. This shrill voice, like a tragic elegy, lingered for a long time in this space shrouded in darkness.