Meng Lang's behavior of forcibly being his grandfather made Ma Xianhong feel a little uncomfortable.

But when she opened her mouth several times, Xiao Ma was unable to say anything to refute.

Seeing Ma Xianhong doubting life with a confused look on his face, Meng Lang naturally brought himself into the character of Ci He's elders and took the initiative to care about his younger generation: "Xiao Ma, I'm not invisible. The main purpose of my visit to Biyou Village this time is to get you back from the edge of the cliff. You may not know how much disaster you have caused?"

"Get me up? Caught trouble?"

After hearing what Meng said, Ma Xianhong had no intention of making up for the so-called backup, and instead raised his head and looked at the other person with a puzzled look.

"I just built a self-cultivation furnace to heal myself and created a few acquired aliens. Although this matter is quite small, is it really going to create such a big battle? It's so serious that you, the world's top, will come here in person?"

Meng Lang smiled slightly: "Xiao Ma, when observing things, you must learn to see the essence through phenomena... Think carefully, what did the first thing the health brigade did after coming here."

"The first thing...you blocked Biyou Village!?"

A ray of enlightenment flashed through Ma Xianhong's heart: "You don't want any little news here to spread!"

"In other words, there is something in Biyou Village that you think is extremely important and cannot tolerate any mistakes... Does that thing refer to a sculpting furnace?"

"Yes, not." Meng Lang nodded seriously and shook his head slowly, "To be precise, what I like is the core of the sculpting furnace and you."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong's eyes became more confused: "How do you say this?"

Seeing this, Meng smiled calmly, came to the table and sat down, raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, then slowly spoke:

"I have a great ambition to change the world, and if you want to fulfill this ambition, you, Ma Xianhong, are the most important part of it."

Xiao Ma, who was suddenly "committed with an important task", was shocked again. At this time, he began to regret why he woke up so early.

"Minister Meng, you said, I hear, if there is anything within your ability, Mr. Ma is willing to do his best."

What I'm waiting for is your words!

"Pony, have you...have you dreamed?"

When Ma Xianhong saw that the expression on Meng's face changed at some point.

Since the first meeting, I can only see the romance and calmness in the other person's face - no matter what happens, this man seems to be so confident, with a wise bead in his grasp, as if a high god, born to enjoy the mortal's look up and worship.

But at this moment, an indescribable look appeared on Meng Lang's face, as if sad, sad, anxious, and a little bit of melancholy.

Ma Xianhong lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, slowly shook his head: "Dream... I had it when I was a child, but now I seem to have forgotten it."

"yes--"

Meng Lang also sighed, and his voice gradually became ethereal: "When I was a child, the teacher also asked us what dreams we had when we grew up."

"My unreliable classmates said one by one that they wanted to be poets, scientists, doctors, and policemen... But when I grew up, I asked, but their dreams were all unified into buying a house in a big city."

"It's sad...and very realistic, isn't it?"

The tea in his hand had already been cold, but Meng Lang drank it all without caring about it.

"A classmate who wanted to be a poet when he was a child drank last month and called me to chat with him, saying that he is now an online writer, conceived the plot every day and worked hard to serve his readers. But even though he had worked so hard, he still couldn't see any hope of buying a house in a big city."

"I asked him, remember that when he was a child, his dream was to be a poet, what about now?

"He told me that now, what I dream about now is that the firewood, rice, oil and salt can be lost in the sky, or I dream that my readers can make money... because in this way, the free men who read pirated copies may be less."

With a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth, Meng Lang stared at the empty teacup in his hand with his eyes lowered, and a hint of hoarseness was faintly found in his tone:

"This person is ~ when he grows up, has knowledge, and is beaten, he often knows that it hurts... So gradually, no one around us has ever mentioned his dreams."

"Minister Meng, what is your dream?" Ma Xianhong suddenly looked up, his eyes shining with stars and starlight at Meng Lang.

"I~"

Meng Lang stood up, his eyes blurred and looked at the bright moon and stars in the sky outside the window.

"I am not very similar to my classmates. I spent my childhood in the military compound. The biggest fun every day is to pester grandparents and tell their past stories with my friends after dinner..."

"The old man at that age cannot read all the words, and the stories are told intermittently, but I don't know what happened, but I can never get tired of their stories..."

"Grandpa Zhao broke his arm when he attacked Yejing; Grandpa Li lost his legs on the Shangganling position; and his toes with frostbite were cut off, just to avoid delaying the bandage of the wounded..."

"It was them that made me know since I was a child that the meal was hard-earned, and it was them that made me recognize a dream I dare not or forget since I was a child..."

Her eyes were still looking at the stars in the sky, but Meng Lang's hands, which were hanging beside her, quietly clasped at some point, and her voice gradually began to speak-

"I hope that all young people who plant flowers will get rid of the air conditioner,

Just go upward,

Don't listen to the words of those who give up,

Do things that can do things, speak out that can happen,

There is a little heat, a little light,

Just like fireflies, you can shine a little light in the dark without waiting for the torch…”

Speaking of this, Meng Lang suddenly turned around and looked at Ma Xianhong with burning eyes.

“Mr. Ma.

I wish to plant flowers and children without suffering from hunger,

Know politeness and wiseness, everyone is like a dragon!

I would like to plant flowers to avoid being bullied.

Cathay Pacific, people's peace, prosperity forever!"

"...This dream may sound hypocritical and childish, but it is what I really think!"

Speaking of this, Meng Lang suddenly bent down to Ma Xianhong and bowed to the ground.

"Mr. Ma, you have the key to making my dream come true. I sincerely ask you here to do your part and help me, okay?"

Ma Xianhong looked at Meng Lang who could not stand up, his eyes were a little red.

After a long silence, he reached out and held the other party's shoulder: "Minister Meng, get up first."

"Mr. Ma is willing to help me?" Meng Lang stood up as he spoke and looked at Ma Xianhong with hope.

The latter took a few deep breaths before he could sort out his emotions.

"Men's surname is Meng, Ma Xianhong has lived up to others in his life, but you are the only exception."

As he said that, he showed a big smile to Mr. Meng.

"From today on, what you say and what I do, there is nothing more to say!"

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ps:Second update

Bow off the stage
Chapter completed!