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"...I know." Ma Xianhong faintly sensed something was wrong from Meng Lang's words, and nodded hesitantly again.

"Look, Zhang Chulan's grandfather and your great-grandfather are sworn brothers. According to seniority, he is your uncle, right?"

"And Zhang Chulan is my apprentice. As the saying goes, 'One day is a teacher and a lifetime is a father'. According to the seniority, I am his father. Naturally, I will be raised by another generation. It is said that I can be regarded as the same generation as your grandfather—— —Isn’t that right, pony?”

Ma Xianhong: "..."

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Chapter 387 Meng Lang: Help me, please!

Meng Lang's act of forcing him to be his grandfather made Ma Xianhong feel a little uncomfortable.

But when he opened his mouth a few times, Xiao Ma couldn't say anything to refute.

Seeing Ma Xianhong's ignorant doubts about life, Meng Lang naturally brought himself into the persona of the elder Cihe, and took the initiative to care for the younger generation: "Little Ma, to be honest, the main reason I came to Biyou Village this time is to Bring you back from the edge of the cliff, you may not know how much trouble you have caused, right?"

"Get me? Get into trouble?"

Hearing what Meng said, Ma Xianhong didn't bother to talk about the so-called backup, but raised his head and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"I just built a self-cultivation stove to heal myself, and I just created a few acquired aliens by the way. Although this matter is not small, is it really necessary to cause such a big battle? It is so serious that you The best in the world made this trip in person?"

Meng Lang smiled slightly: "Little Ma, to observe things, you must learn to see the essence through the phenomenon... Think about it carefully, what did the health team do the first thing after they came over."

"First thing...you have blocked Biyou Village!?"

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

"That is to say, there is something in Biyou Village that you think is extremely important and cannot be missed... Is that thing a self-cultivation furnace?"

"Yes, and no." Meng Lang nodded seriously and then slowly shook his head, "To be exact, what I'm looking at is the core of the self-cultivation furnace, and you."

Hearing this, Ma Xianhong's eyes became even more puzzled: "How do you say that?"

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

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

Xiao Ma, who was suddenly "entrusted with a heavy responsibility", was stunned again. At this time, he had already begun to regret why he woke up so early.

"Minister Meng, tell me, let me hear, if there is anything within his power, Ma is willing to do his best."

What you've been waiting for!

"Little Ma, have you... ever had a dream?"

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

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

But at this moment, an indescribable expression faintly appeared on Meng Lang's face, like sadness, 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 child, 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 we were young in school, the teacher also asked us what our dreams were 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 them again, and their dreams all became the same. I want to buy a house in a big city.”

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

The tea in his hand was already cold, but Meng Lang drank it down without paying any attention.

"The classmate who wanted to be a poet when he was a child called me and chatted with me when he was drunk last month. He said that he is now an Internet writer. I don’t see any hope of buying a house in a big city.”

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

"He told me that what he dreams about now is that there will be rice, rice, oil and salt in the sky, or he dreams that his readers can make a fortune... because this way, there may be fewer white whores who watch pirated editions."

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Meng Lang lowered his eyelids and stared at the empty teacup in his hand, his tone full of sobs was faintly hoarse:

"This person~ When he grows up and has knowledge, he often knows the pain after being beaten... So gradually, no one around us mentioned dreams anymore."

"Minister Meng, what is your dream?" Ma Xianhong suddenly raised his head, staring at Meng Lang with starry eyes.

"I am~"

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

"I'm not the same as my classmates. I spent my childhood in the compound of the military region. The greatest joy every day is to hang around those grandparents and grandma with my friends to tell their past stories after dinner..."

"The old man at that age can't read some words completely, and the stories are told intermittently, but somehow, I can't get tired of hearing their stories..."

"Grandpa Zhao broke his arm during the attack on Yejing; Grandpa Li lost his legs in the Shangganling camp; and Grandma Liu who cut off her frostbitten toe just so as not to delay bandaging the wounded..."

"It's them who let me know that every meal is hard-won since I was a child, and it's them who let me recognize a dream that I dare not or forget..."

His eyes were still looking at the stars in the sky, but Meng Lang's hands hanging by his sides were clenched quietly at some point, and his voice gradually began to speak——

"May the young people who grow flowers get rid of the air-conditioning,

just go up,

Don't listen to the words of self-defeating people,

Those who can do things do things, those that can happen speak out,

There is a little heat, a little light,

Just like a firefly, you can shine a little light in the dark without having to wait for the torch..."

Having said that, Meng Lang suddenly turned around and met Ma Xianhong's burning eyes.

"Mr. Ma.

I would like my sons and daughters who plant flowers not to suffer from hunger,

Courteous, wise, everyone is like a dragon!

I hope that the flower-growing nation will not be bullied,

Cathay Pacific, Minan, Shengshi Yongchang! "