I'm not a theatre god

Lu Xun was stunned.

He thought that Chen Ling would make various demands, but he never expected that the "reward" the other party wanted would be such a question...

"This..." Lu Xun hesitated for ten seconds before he couldn't help but speak,

"Director Chen, this question...I...I really don't know how to answer it."

Seeing this, Chen Ling sighed helplessly.

Indeed... this question is too abstract for normal people. It is like asking someone, if you become the leader of Mars in your next life, what kind of ideal empire will you use your expertise to build Mars into?

Unless he directly specifies the problem like Su Zhiwei did last time, but now Chen Ling knows nothing about Lu Xun's corresponding field, and there is no way to ask specific questions.

Chen Ling pondered for a moment and then spoke again:

"Or...if you don't mind, I can just watch a corner of your past."

Chen Ling's "Painting Beauty" gave his eyes the ability to penetrate the script of life. Just like he saw Yao Qing's past at that time, he can also see Lu Xun's past now if he wants to.

When Lu Xun heard this request, he seemed a little hesitant, but finally nodded:

"no problem."

Chen Ling closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there were already two touches of apricot red in the corners of her eyes.

Those pupils looked directly into Lu Xun's eyes. The next moment, a mysterious red light flashed through. Lu Xun felt a pain in his head and fell into a brief trance!

A fragmented "play" poured into Chen Ling's mind through her eyes.

…

boom--!

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark sky.

Chen Ling opened her eyes and found herself in a wild mountain forest. Rainwater poured down from the dark clouds and surged downwards along the mountain road one after another.

Chen Ling was startled and looked around in confusion. He didn't see any buildings or houses, only endless darkness, forest shadows, and heavy rain.

Snapped!

A wet boy stepped through a puddle and stumbled into the shadows of the dark forest.

"……Um?"

Chen Ling saw clearly the appearance of the young man. It was the young Lu Xun. Although he didn't know what was happening here, he quickly followed him.

Today, Chen Ling has no body, walking through the forest like a ghost, and even the rain penetrates through him.

In the darkness, the young man seemed unable to see clearly what was going on around him. He fell heavily to the ground several times, then stood up with willpower and continued to grit his teeth and sprint forward;

He would look back from time to time, as if he was afraid of something. His pale face had no color at all, but looked extremely haggard.

"...This is one of his most unforgettable memories?"

Chen Ling looked at the boy who was running as stubbornly as Xiaoqiang, and the doubts in his heart became more and more intense, "What is he afraid of? What...is behind him?"

Chen Ling looked back, but could only see a foggy area. In Lu Xun's memories, that place was not embodied.

He followed the young man Lu Xun as he ran down all the way until the young man tripped over a stone in the dark and rolled down like a sandbag in the wet mountain. After hitting his head on a boulder, he slightly deviated from the trajectory and was knocked down. Hanging on a branch on the edge of a cliff.

Scarlet blood rolled down from the young man's forehead. His consciousness was blurred. He was just lying among the branches like a corpse, letting the rain slide over his cheeks and wash away the blood...

Chen Ling watched this scene quietly from the side, frowning more and more.

At this moment, a breeze blew across the earth, and a corner of the thick dark clouds was lifted. The hazy starlight reflected on the young man's pupils, like a layer of light veil. Lu Xun's consciousness gradually disappeared, and the starlight from the dark clouds seemed to be imprinted in the depths of his memory, shining like a dazzling gem.

Three seconds later, he fainted.

Almost at the same time, flashlights of light came out of the darkness. They seemed to be searching for something. Finally, one person saw Lu Xun hanging on a branch and walked over here exclaiming!

"Here! Here!"

"Is he the kid who reported the crime?"

"It's him! He actually ran out of the trafficker's stronghold alone? That place is more than ten kilometers away from here...and it's still raining so heavily in the mountains. How did he do it?"

"This branch saved his life, otherwise, he would have fallen off the cliff."

"Get him quickly..."

"..."

Noisy sounds rang in everyone's ears, and then a series of chaotic figures began to salvage the boy. At the same time, the picture in front of Chen Ling gradually shattered.

After a short pause, a new scene appeared in front of Chen Ling.

…

"He's the only child who survived?"

"Yes...the traffickers used boats to send other children to Southeast Asia. Only this child escaped before boarding the boat. After finding an opportunity to call the police, he escaped for more than ten kilometers alone in the rain. mountain road, and then it was discovered.”

"No wonder……"

In front of the gate of the orphanage, two figures were chatting in a low voice under the eaves. One of the old men looked back at the young man sitting alone in the room with a complicated expression.

"This child's original parents are still in prison, and the relatives who lived there before don't want him. Now I can only send him to you."

"So many children were arrested, but he was the only one to escape... This child is very smart and has enough courage." The old director nodded slightly, "I like smart children, so let him stay."

"Okay... then I'll leave first."

After saying goodbye, the other person drove the car in front of the orphanage and left alone.

After watching him go away, the old man walked straight into the house. At this time, the boy was still staring at a small mirror on the table, as if in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" The old man walked to his side and asked.

The boy didn't say anything, but just lifted a corner of his hair, exposing a scar with irregular edges in the air, which looked extremely hideous.

"Scar?"

"The shape of this scar is like a star." The boy's eyes were like stars.

As if he didn't expect the young Lu Xun to answer like this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed a few times:

"It does look like a star... After all, you are a child of the stars."

"Child of the stars?"

"Not just you." The old man pointed to the Big Dipper on the wall, "Do you know that the zinc in our blood comes from the dust ejected into the universe after two neutron star collisions; the trace amount of copper in the body needs to witness the death of a white dwarf, and even the most insignificant cobalt comes from nebulae billions of light years away...

The earth cannot nurture humans, all of us... are children of the stars."

The young Lu Xun raised his head and looked at the pattern of the Big Dipper on the wall, stunned.