The Great Dream God

Mengjin, the silent and mysterious existence, like an unfinished poem, quietly retreated from the depths of Sun Yifang's dream, like a faint ripple on the lake, gradually blending into the endless tranquility. His eyes were like the bright stars in the night sky, flashing with desire and curiosity for the unknown. The weak but tenacious light illuminated the maze deep in his heart and led him on a journey of exploration.

Zhang Duanyin, the ordinary man in real life, now lies peacefully in Meng Jin's sight, breathing like poetry, as if the rhythm of the entire universe is humming in his dream. Meng Jin's eyes are like a delicate brush, gently depicting the outline of Zhang Duanyin, trying to capture him in his dream under that quiet appearance.

He stretched out his hand, a hand woven from pure thoughts, light and powerful, like a floating note dancing in the air. His fingers slowly approached Zhang Duanyin's brow, like the light at dawn, gently and decisively unveiling the curtain of the dream.

At that moment, Meng Jin's soul, like a spirit traveling through time and space, silently merged into Zhang Duanyin's dream, breaking the barrier between reality and fantasy. He was in a strange world that had not been disturbed by the earthly world, where the colors were colorful, the light and shadows intertwined, and every place was full of the rhythm of life and the poetic feeling of dreams.

Zhang Duanyin in the dream seemed to be reborn. Every smile and every blink of his eyes shone with a different brilliance, as if he had endless power and passion. There were deep stories hidden in his eyes, and every subtle expression seemed to be telling unknown secrets.

Zhang Duanyin is 27 years old this year. So 27 years ago, his life quietly set sail in the family of a minor official. This minor official was like a greedy eagle, extremely harsh on his subordinates. He forced a task that should have taken two days to be completed within one day. He squeezed every bit of labor and enjoyed all the benefits alone, while his subordinates could only struggle in endless fatigue, with sweat and bitterness intertwined, but without a trace of sweetness. Therefore, the name of the minor official became a plague that everyone avoided, and no one was willing to work for him.

The severity of the petty official towards his own son was even more severe. Zhang Duanyin, this innocent child, grew up under this cruel teaching. Every day of his life was like trekking through a storm, and the heavy burden of education almost suffocated him. Whether it was the knowledge between pen and ink, or the norms of daily behavior, his father's requirements were almost harsh, and he was not allowed to slack off even a little. He was instilled with the belief that only by constantly torturing himself could he gain a bright future.

Zhang Duanyin has been struggling with his father's strict rules since he was a child. His life is like a heavy poem, with every word branded with hardship. His childhood was without laughter, only his father's cold admonitions and endless homework. He was forced to stumble forward on the path set by his father, even though every step was like stepping on a sharp knife, but he had no choice. His world is his father's iron law, endless challenges, and his persistent pursuit of the future, even though this pursuit is paved with blood, sweat and tears.

Zhang Duanyin, this name seems increasingly heavy in the depressing life day after day, as if carrying endless fatigue and helplessness.

Every day of his life was like being tightly entangled by invisible shackles, unable to breathe and unable to break free.

His father, a man as cold and hard as iron, seemed to have lost the ability to communicate with others emotionally. In his world, there was only the struggle for power and interests.

He treated Zhang Duanyin like a chess piece, letting him manipulate him and squeezing out every drop of sweat and every effort from him.

Zhang Duanduan, the child struggling under his father's shadow, is like the countless workers exploited by capitalists of that era. Their value lies only in how much profit they can create, and their existence is only to satisfy the desires of others.

He began to study hard day and night, eager to break this shackles through the power of knowledge and looking forward to one day being able to escape from this endless vortex.

As time went by, Zhang Duanyin grew up gradually, he became strong and had his own abilities.

However, he found himself getting used to this self-sacrificing lifestyle and even enjoying it.

In this way, he tried to understand and accept his cruel and cruel father. He learned to put himself in a lower position to protect himself from harm.

Whenever he interacted with others, especially in social occasions like with Sun Yifang, he always deliberately kept a low profile and put himself in a weak position.

He responds to the ups and downs of the world with a humble attitude, and withstands the hardships of life with silent tenacity.

Meng Jin, that soul as introverted as autumn water and as deep as the stars in the dark night, seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible shackles at this moment. His words were full of endless confusion and lament: "This kind of self-flagellation is really incomprehensible, and even stupid." His voice echoed in the empty universe, like a lonely boat under the moonlight, swaying in the boundless silence, appearing both ethereal and powerless.

He slowly pulled himself out of Zhang Duanyin's mental maze, a dream world woven with illusions and surrounded by mysteries. Like a sharp detective, he used his delicate eyes to see into the abyss of his companions' hearts, and each step he took was steady and resolute. He peeled off the cocoon and revealed the secrets hidden deep in the soul. His persistence and tenacity made him experience a different kind of tension and excitement in the process of exploration.

As the mystery was revealed layer by layer, his tense nerves slowly relaxed like the strings of a guitar, as if a huge rock that had been hanging on his chest for a long time finally fell to the ground, bringing him a brief but precious peace. His eyes flickered with relief, like a meteor across the night sky, brief but brilliant.

So, Meng Jin began his watch, a silent, tenacious and long-lasting wait. He sat quietly in the darkness before dawn, letting time flow through his fingers like a gurgling stream, passing through the silent mountain stream. He waited for the first ray of light at dawn, looked forward to the dawn of hope brought by the new day, and waited for the start of the next unknown journey.

Just like that, daybreak arrived.

Meng Jin looked at the light shining on his face and took a deep breath. Wei Yanren woke up from his dream and felt a little pain in his head. He felt as if he was going through all the things that had happened to him before like a revolving lantern. All the big and small things passed through his mind again.

Wei Yanren frowned and covered his head. This feeling was very strange.