Meng Lang's forced behavior of wanting to be his grandfather made Ma Xianhong feel a little uncomfortable.

But when he opened his mouth several times, Pony couldn't say anything to refute it.

Seeing Ma Xianhong's confused suspicion of life, Meng Lang naturally brought himself into the character of the elder Cihe, and took the initiative to care about the juniors: "Little Ma, I can't hide it, the main reason I came to Biyou Village this time is to get you back from the edge of the cliff, you may not know how much trouble you have created, right?" ”

"Catch me? Trouble? ”

Hearing Meng say this, Ma Xianhong didn't have the heart to break the so-called backup anymore, and instead raised his head and looked at the other party with puzzled eyes.

"I just built a self-cultivation furnace to heal myself, and by the way, I just created a few acquired aliens, although this thing is not small, but is it really enough to make such a big battle? It's so serious that you want to run this trip in person? ”

Meng Lang smiled slightly: "Pony, when observing things, you must learn to see the essence through phenomena...... If you think about it, what was the first thing the health brigade did when they came. ”

"First things first...... You've blocked Biyou Village!? ”

A ray of realization flashed in Ma Xianhong's heart: "You don't want any bit of news here to be spread!" ”

"In other words, there are things in Biyou Village that you think are extremely important and cannot be missed...... Does that thing refer to the Slim Furnace? ”

"Yes and no." Meng Lang nodded seriously and then shook his head slowly, "To be exact, what I fancy is the core of the self-cultivation furnace and you as a person. ”

When Ma Xianhong heard this, his eyes became even more puzzled: "How can you say this?" ”

Seeing this, Meng smiled indifferently, came to the table and sat down, raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, and then slowly said after taking a sip:

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

Xiaoma, who was suddenly "entrusted with a heavy task", was stunned again, and at this time he had already begun to regret why he woke up so early.

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

I'm waiting for your words!

"Pony, you...... Have you ever had a dream? ”

Ma Xianhong saw that the look on Meng someone's face changed at some point.

Since the first meeting, I can only see the openness and calmness on the other party's face - no matter what happens, this man seems to always be so confident and wise, like a high god, born to enjoy the admiration and worship of mortals.

But at this time, Meng Lang's face faintly showed an indescribable look, like sorrow, sadness, anxiety and a little melancholy.

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

"yes—"

Meng Lang also let out a sigh of emotion, and his voice gradually became ethereal: "When I was a child in school, the teacher also asked us what dreams we had when we grew up. ”

"My unreliable classmates are saying that they want to be poets, scientists, doctors, and policemen...... But when I asked again when I grew up, their dreams all became that they wanted to buy a house in a big city. ”

"It's sad...... Realistic, isn't it? ”

The tea in his hand was already cold, but Meng Lang drank it all without caring at all.

"The classmate who wanted to be a poet when he was a child called me to chat last month when he was too drunk, saying that he is now an online writer, and he works hard every day to conceive the plot and serve his readers, but even if he has worked so hard, he still can't see the slightest hope of buying a house in a big city."

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

He told me that now I usually dream that firewood, rice, oil and salt can be dropped from the sky, or I dream that my readers can get rich and make money...... Because in this way, there may be fewer white prostitutes who look at pirated versions. ”

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Meng Lang lowered his eyelids and stared at the empty teacup in his hand, with a hint of hoarseness in his tone full of embarrassment:

"This person~ has grown up, has knowledge, and when he is beaten, he often knows that it hurts...... So gradually, no one around us talked about dreams anymore. ”

"Minister Meng, what is your dream?" Ma Xianhong suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with a little starlight and looking at Meng Lang.

"Me~"

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

"I'm different from my classmates, I spent my childhood in the military compound, and the biggest pleasure of every day is to pestering those grandparents with my friends after dinner to tell their stories about the past......"

"At that age, some words were incomplete, and the stories were told intermittently, but I don't know what happened, I never got tired of hearing their stories......"

"When attacking Yejing, Grandpa Zhao broke his arm; On the Shangganling position, Grandpa Li lost both legs; There is also Grandma Liu, who cut off her chilblain-infused toes, just so as not to delay bandaging the wounded......"

"It was they who made me know since I was a child that a porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, and it was they who made me recognize a dream that I didn't dare to forget since I was a child......"

His eyes were still looking at the starry sky, but Meng Lang's hands hanging down at his side were quietly clenched at some point, and his voice gradually spoke-

"May the young people who plant flowers get rid of the cold air,

Just go up,

Don't listen to the flow of self-defeaters,

What can do things, what can happen,

There is a point of heat, a point of light,

Even if it is like a firefly, it can also shine a little light in the dark, and you don't have to wait for the torch ......"

Speaking of this, Meng Lang suddenly turned around, his eyes burning and Ma Xianhong's eyes were burning.

"Mr. Ma.

I want to plant flowers and my children not be hungry,

Knowledgeable, wise, everyone is like a dragon!

I want the people who plant flowers not to be humiliated,

Cathay Pacific, Min'an, prosperous Yongchang! ”

“…… This dream may sound hypocritical and naïve, but it is what I really think! ”

Saying this, Meng Lang suddenly bent down towards 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 help me, okay?"

Ma Xianhong looked at Meng Lang, who couldn't bow down, and his eyes were a little red.

After being silent for a long time, he reached out and grabbed the other party's shoulder: "Minister Meng, you get up first." ”

"Mr. Ma is willing to help me?" Meng Lang got up as he said and looked at Ma Xianhong with hope on his face.

The latter took a few deep breaths before sorting out his emotions.

"The surname is Meng, Ma Xianhong's life is not worth it, but you are the only exception."

As he spoke, he showed a big smile to Meng someone.

"From today on, what you say, what I do, there is no other word!"

……

PS: Second update

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