Is your dream still there?

There was desolateness in front of me. The strong wind swept through the black gravel and slapped hard on the car window. It was always so desolate, letting the gravel hit on my body. Si Fan welcomed the storm.

I narrowed my eyes and looked ahead. It was a fertile plain. Behind me, the strong wind was still blowing the clothes behind me, and every inch of my skin was ravaged by gravel.

It doesn't matter, the plain in front of him is where he wants.

"Ambition-minded elderly people all over the world, are your dreams still there?" Si Fan roared at the wind.

This is where the Uranos School is built, and it is also where Si Fan chose. It is where Si Fan built a school specifically for this war. This is Si Fan's ultimate goal.

When the wind and sand blow, there is so much desolation and three-point melancholy. The mottled earth has long been ravaged by the strong wind. Now Si Fan stands on it and has the same feeling as if he is sympathetic.

Both the earth are very pitiful and ravaged by the strong wind.

It was just a hysterical roar, without any response. When he looked at this land, what emerged in his heart was a cry of grief about it. The boys who have always pursued their dreams are old. Now they are old without realizing it. Do they still have dreams?

What Si Fan thought was that there should be some.

They may now have their own positions, own their own lives, occasionally taste the bitterness of life, and occasionally recall the youthful recklessness of the time.

Their dreams were all put down. Young people were pursuing their dreams unscrupulously. However, after the older ones carried houses, cars and families, they were like old turtles carrying mountains. They could no longer pursue their dreams and could only move forward with a burden.

All those that have longed for and within reach have been given up. They know that it is just a dream, dreams and life, which seem very close, but in fact it is very far away.

Now, Si Fan really wants people to start getting in touch with dreams. As long as they don’t die, the torch of pursuing dreams will never be extinguished.

Just in Uranus, a seemingly thin boy was wiping the gun oil on his gun.

He is taciturn in his work and seems to be a guy who is not easy to get along with. He just looks at the gun in his hand. This is his favorite rifle, which has an amazing lethality.

He holds the gun certificate for this gun. After all, it is a kind gun and he will never shoot bullets, so he marked his identity on the gun certificate for this gun, a collector's model gun from Barrett.

Everything about his was similar to the original gun, but he just couldn't shoot. Every part of his was very good, but it was a little bit worse, and the result was that it was unusable.

This is specially customized, Barrett's special collection commemorative edition, which can be used as a normal collection.

This set of equipment is his favorite, and the whole room is filled with various guns.

At the door behind him, there was a girl standing, probably one or two years older than him. Looking at her brother who was a little mentally ill, she said: "Mai, you have to learn to grow up. Our father has passed away. I don't want to lose you, the only relative. Don't wipe these dads' collections anymore. Haven't you always liked those science fiction weapons? Why don't you study them?"

When she saw her younger brother wiping her father's favorite Barrett again, she felt very uncomfortable. This was her younger brother, the only younger brother, now she was intoxicated by the past and couldn't extricate herself.

It seems that there are psychological problems.

But the young man Mai turned his head: "Sister, I'm fine, I just want to store my father's things. I want to leave Uranus. No matter where I am, I want to find a place where I can study war weapons."

He is rare and very serious.

The girl opposite was a little embarrassed.

"The things you think cannot be realized at all. Even if you are researched and developed, how much money will it cost." She didn't want her brother's ideas to be researched at all, and it was not something that could be researched at all.

The boy Mai smiled: "Don't worry, I have never given up on what I like, I just miss our father."

"Now, after missing me, I still have to pursue my dreams. I will leave this home and find a place that can truly make my dreams bloom."

He believes in dreams.

But after all, some people don’t believe in dreams anymore.

It was like that old man, the old man who was in his fifties lying on the streets of New York, the United States.

His body was covered with scars, some were left by enemies during wars, some were bitten by wild dogs on the streets, all kinds of scars were covered all over his body, frostbite on his face, and scars burned by cigarette butts, and almost no complete skin. Now he was lying in the park in worn clothes, motionless like a soulless body.

The eyes that look at the sky are so empty.

The people next to him watched him bypassing.

It’s just a homeless man. Many homeless men in the United States are not unable to work, but they just don’t want to work.

Degenerate, and they still had a bite of food, mainly because he was too fierce and no one wanted to get close to him.

"Is your dream still there?" Suddenly, the sound came from a shabby radio beside him, very empty and very simple.

His eyes seemed to have a little bit of energy in this second, but he soon fell asleep again.

Is the dream still there?

"It seems that my dream has disappeared long ago, right? It has disappeared long ago. With the end of the battlefield, I am a useless person." He was a little nervous and bitter when he spoke.

It seems that only the battlefield is his last destination and the place he should go.

But the next second, he heard the radio say: "If your dream is to set foot on the battlefield, if your dream is to defend your country, if your dream is to become an ordnance expert."

"Please come to Uranus, here are your dreams, here are the end of your dreams."

The words are very simple, but they have endless temptations, attracting them to leave immediately.

The old man hesitated a little and was a little confused, and looked at the old dog beside him.

That was an old bully who was old, and his skin was a little loose now.

He stood up with his old dog, looked at the sky, then looked at the things around him, and took out a bank card from his arms with a little hesitation. Then he turned around and ran forward without looking back.

There is a train station.

There are many people who still have dreams but have broken dreams. What they hope is war. They have a passion and anger waiting to burn. Wait for the light to shine.
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