I guess his dream should be like this.

It was in autumn, on a large cotton field, a young and beautiful girl was sitting on a tractor, surrounded by picked cotton. White cotton balls were blown up by the wind and fell on the girl's hair.

Mr. Xing helped the girl pick the cotton and said with a smile: "Xiao Qin, look, all the cotton is on her head."

The girl turned back and said with a smile: "Brother, let's drive the tractor. I can drive it."

Mr. Xing jumped on the tractor, pointed at the endless cotton fields in front of him and said loudly: "Let's go! Let's go!"

Rumble.

The tractor started, and the girl held on to the handlebars, screaming in fright.

The two of them rode the tractor farther and farther away, and slowly disappeared at the end of the cotton field.

He will never wake up from his dream again.

I lowered my head and glanced at the old man on the broken bed. He was still smiling, but suddenly a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

I took off my hat and bowed.

"Master Xing."
Chapter completed!