Mengdie narrowed her eyes slightly, and Yang Ming was filled with expectation. Such a woman, at a young age, has tens of millions of properties, has a wonderful singing voice, a graceful body, good looks, and a business acumen.
His wisdom and his ability to change everything...
What kind of dream would such a woman have?
Mengdie opened her eyes, pointed at the red sun in the sky, and asked Yang Ming, "Mr. Yang, what do you think that is?"
"Sun!" Yang Ming's heart began to surge, and the waves were turbulent. "She wants to be that sun, looking down on the entire world like the sun? Then she is overestimating her abilities. Nietzsche, who calls himself the sun, is not miserable in the end.
Die?"
Yang Ming was about to persuade, when he saw Mengdie shake her head and said seriously: "That's not the sun, that's the moon!"
"How is this possible? Miss Zhuang, are you kidding?"
Mengdie smiled and asked again: "Mr. Yang, did you say it is day or night?"
"Such a big sun, of course it's daytime!" Yang Ming was confused, "What does she mean? It's obviously the sun, but she's talking about the moon; it's obviously daytime, does she still want to argue that it's night?"
Sure enough, Mengdie shook her head again, solemnly and decisively said: "This is the night!"
Yang Ming hadn't understood yet, but Shen Fei did. Mengdie's words had the same meaning as when she slowly pulled him up from the eighteenth level of hell, layer by layer. At that time,
Mengdie said to him: "I say you can do it, you can do it, even if you can't do it, you have to do it!"
"This is my dream!" Mengdie smiled slightly, took Shen Fei's hand, and walked under the "moon" and in the "dark night". The two of them just stepped on the wind, walking on the steps of love,
Step by step, swaying away...
Yang Ming was still on the spot in a daze, looking at the coordinated backs of the two of them, his brows furrowed, and then slowly relaxed. Just when Mengdie and Shen Fei turned around a street, Yang Ming suddenly exclaimed
He sighed because he understood what Mengdie's Mengdie was?
Mengdie pointed at the sun and said it was the moon, and pointed at the day and said it was night; the words "referring to a deer as a horse" suddenly popped out of Yang Ming's mind, and Yang Ming felt as if he was electrocuted, "She said this is the moon, it is the moon, and it is not the same; she said
If you say it’s a dark night, it’s a dark night, but it’s not the same!”
"What does she want to do? How far does she want to go? What kind of strength does she need to support her dream?" Yang Ming thought silently, "Does she want to be like Wu Zetian and become the supreme queen?
Yang Ming felt that he was ridiculous and funny; such a woman and such a crazy dream were simply a fantasy! She was like the emperor's new clothes!