“Some  dreams  are  big…”

“some  dreams  are  small…”

(Some dreams are big, some dreams are small)

A few days ago, Mo Mengchen once again published a new song "Some  Dreams" on his personal blog in the name of Ethan. Compared to the prelude to catch people, the first lyrics can capture people's hearts. This song has a completely different style.

The song has a gentle, steady, delicate, warm and lyrical atmosphere like the waves. The simple and peaceful melody, the warm and plain but shocking lyrics are spread out melodiously with the gentle guitar sound.

He is so young, but he seems to have lived for hundreds of years, with insights that others do not have. He seems to have dedicated everything to this song.

On the way back to the hotel, Mo Mengchen heard the team's bus playing this song.

"Who is Ethan?"

"Who knows, I guess he is a good singer who doesn't want to be famous."

"Don't you think his voice is a bit similar to Mo?"

Although Momonchen and Ethan's voices are very similar, no one has ever thought of "maybe he is Ethan", after all, the styles are much different.

It is already surprising that an NBA player is part-time doctor. If people know that he can write and sing, I really don’t know how many people will fall into madness.

Mo Mengchen squinted his eyes and suddenly received a text message from Xiao Dula.

“Location: Snow Country Ramen, one kilometer away from the Blas Hotel.”

Mo Mengchen cheered up and asked Luoer beside him: "Are you sleepy?" "I'm fine, what's wrong?" Luoer asked back.

“I want to go out for a late-night snack.”

Lor is actually not hungry. He didn't fight for a second tonight, so he didn't consume any energy. If he had eaten this meal, he would have to practice with the dumbbells for a while when he went home, but this was Mo Mengchen's invitation, and few people could refuse Mo Mengchen's invitation.

"Okay, I just want to eat it." Lor nodded.

Mo Mengchen has a well-known good habit: he is not used to eating alone.

Even if these guys are completely walking pathogens, he doesn't mind that there is enough pollution in this world, and no matter how careful he is, he can't avoid it.

"Mo, where do we eat?"

Luo Er went back to the room and changed his clothes, and appeared in front of Mo Mengchen with his most satisfied dress.

Looking at Lor's outfit, Mo Mengchen felt that he was sloppy: "We are not going to the dance party, what are you doing?"

"Eat midnight snack..."

"You look like you're going to the best dance party in the world."

"Uh...I pay more attention to image..."

"Okay, if I see you doing anything that doesn't focus on image in the future, you know the consequences."

Lore can be said to be the closest teammate to Mo Mengchen. After all, this is the first player he knows. They tried out together and finally joined the Pistons.

No matter how Mo Mengchen recalls it, he can't remember a player named Louis M. Lore in the NBA.

In other words, he is like the Anonymous who played in the NBA for two or three years and then quietly eliminated.

The average career of NBA players is 5 years, and one-quarter of them have only one or two years of careers, and Lore is probably one of them.

He has comprehensive skills, but he is not outstanding, he is not talented, nor has hesitated, and he has no perseverance. He will seem at a loss when encountering difficulties.

His fate is to go to a low-level league like the CBA to win the crowd, wander around the leagues around the world, and have no place to live, and then announced his retirement through social media when he was 35-6 years old.

When he announced the decision, only a few dozen people might have expressed their blessings to him.

This is his fate. If he hadn't encountered Mo Mengchen, his fate would have been like this.

Snow Country Ramen

It sounds like a Japanese ramen restaurant, but in addition to Japanese ramen, there are also pasta, French noodles, Dutch beef noodles, Turkish barbecue noodles... Any noodles you can think of, except Lanzhou ramen, are all available here.

"Why, this is it?"

Little Dura didn't expect that Mo Mengchen would still bring the bodyguard. Well, he treated Lore as a bodyguard.

"Luis M. Lore, my teammate." Mo Mengchen introduced it.

Little Dura's smile gradually became brighter: "Oh, it's you, I didn't recognize you at once. You performed wonderfully tonight. I stood up for you several times in the audience. That was such a great performance!"

This is a compliment that can make anyone smile. The only problem is that Lor didn't play tonight!!

Luoer's smile froze on his face, and Mo Mengchen helped him to help him clear: "If you don't talk about the game now, if you think the game is more important than other things, we can sit down and talk in detail."

"Yes, please sit down."

"waiter!"

Little Dura called the waiter like the owner here.

"Come on whatever you want. Tonight's game is so intense, you must need to replenish a lot of energy." Xiao Dura said.

Momonchen told Lore: "You need to eat a whole plate of beef ramen just offset your consumption today."

"Uh...but..."

"I know your doubts, it's okay, just eat it."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen said to the waiter: "A plate of beef ramen for two servings, and a plate of standard beef ramen, and two glasses of soda."

"That's it?" Little Dura felt that he was too polite.

"I'm the first time I'm here, and I don't know how skilled they are. If their stuff is bad, I might just take a bite and spit it out in front of you, so order these first."

Mo Mengchen explained, then stared at Little Dura.

Little Dura wanted to speak, but he was worried that Lor was an irrelevant person after all.

"Louis only brought his mouth tonight. He won't care about your affairs. Even if he cares, he will keep the secret, so say it." Mo Mengchen said.

"All right."

Luo Er raised his head and felt vaguely that this matter was not simple. Mo Mengchen was not just for midnight snacks.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you on behalf of my brother. He is too rude. He shouldn't underestimate you because of your young age. Although this is because of me, it's still stupid for him to do that."

Little Dura's attitude was very sincere, and she didn't look like sperm from the same prostate as his brother.

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I accept your apology."

"so..."

"No, I just accepted your apology, but I won't agree to your request."

"No matter what, this is my father's latest physical examination report. Please take a look." Xiao Dula took out a stack of documents.

Lor began to get nervous. This matter was getting less and less simple. It was obviously not an ordinary late-night snack. It was like two big guys talking about something, and he was just a small character who shouldn't have appeared here.

At this time, the waiter brought the ramen up.

They were about to help Mo Mengchen disassemble the chopsticks, but he refused.

"No, thank you."

He never uses chopsticks, forks, or cutters prepared in restaurants.

He took out the chopsticks he had prepared, rolled up a ball of ramen and put them in the water and chewed them a few times.

"how?"

"As far as this examination is concerned, his condition is very serious. Even if the operation is successful, he can only live for half a year." Mo Mengchen said.

"What if there is no surgery?"

"In ten days, he will die."

"So, this is a multiple-choice question that even kindergarten kids do."

Little Dura said, "Please help me."

"I used to want to help you, but you refused. This is a one-way ticket. You tore it with your own hands. There are many patients waiting for me to treat you. If you give up this opportunity, you will naturally give your hope to others."

At this time, Mo Mengchen commented on the noodles here: "The taste is really good."

Luo Er was eating faster and faster, and he could only cover up his horror by eating noodles seriously.

Although he didn't know who the person who asked Mo Mengchen for the surgery was, he believed that the other party was a big shot.

"I don't want you to delay the surgery for others. I just hope to add one surgery to your surgery date."

"Why should I do this?"

Dura Jr. smiled: "Because Dura Electric will become the Pistons' jersey sponsor next season."

In a simple sentence, Lore sucked the noodles in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he stared straight at Little Dura.

Dura?

Dura Electrical Appliances?

At this time, Mo Mengchen finally smiled, he picked up the straw and sucked a small mouthful of soda water.

"Yes, this is sincerity, not the so-called apology. I don't need any apology."
To be continued...