I'm not a theatre god

Sun Buyimian subconsciously took half a step back to prevent himself from being hit by the flying figure.

After the dust cleared, Sun Bumian lowered his head and saw the man's face clearly. For some reason, a sense of familiarity slowly rose from the bottom of his heart...

"I asked you to wash my feet without even adjusting the water temperature in advance? When your father was a dog for our Yan family, he was much more discerning than you! Trash!"

A figure that looked like a butler strode out of the door and cursed arrogantly.

The embarrassed figure at Sun Bumian's feet struggled to get up from the ground, and then carefully apologized:

"I'm sorry... the water was very hot when I prepared it, but it's been too cold recently and you came a little late, so it's cold..."

"What a nonsense explanation you have!" The housekeeper was furious, "Your father's debt has not been paid yet. It was our Yan family who took him in. The father's debt must be paid by the son! If you can't even do this well, you, father and son, will spend the rest of their lives together." Don’t even think about getting ahead!”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Xiao Jian didn't know how to make up for it, so she could only lower her head crazily and apologize. His waist was bowed deeply, and the mark of a slap on his cheek was extremely bright red.

The housekeeper frowned when he saw Sun Bumian behind him.

"Who are you? What are you doing in front of our Yan family?!"

Sun Buyimian was startled, and he shook his head instinctively.

"Oh...I was passing by."

After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Jian who kept admitting his mistake, turned around and walked away.

Sun Bumian didn't know why he was here, and he didn't know who that person was, but his instinct to seek good luck and avoid disaster told him not to get involved in such troublesome things... Pretend not to see it, he will not invite disaster, and he will not suffer disaster. Recruiting him is the same as in past years.

Xiao Jian's apology and the housekeeper's scolding gradually faded away. Sun Bumian kept walking along the street, leaving everything behind and no longer thinking about it.

Just as he was about to leave the street, a figure appeared in front of him.

It was a white-haired figure with a bandage on his body. He looked at Sun Bumian with slightly pursed lips, his eyes full of complexity...

"Who are you?" Sun Bumian couldn't help but ask when he saw him staring at him.

"My name is Jiang Xiaohua."

"I don't know you."

"Oh...it doesn't matter." Jiang Xiaohua pointed to the Yan family in the distance, "But you can't just leave..."

"Why?"

"Aren't you companions?"

"Companion?" Sun Bumian was startled, "No, I don't know him at all..."

"You know him, you want to help him... Companions should help each other." Jiang Xiaohua answered seriously, "And... he is very pitiful, isn't he?"

Sun Bumian opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He was silent for a long time, and then looked back in the direction of the Yan family... Xiao Jian's voice of repeatedly lowering his head to admit his mistake just now lingered in his ears, and the bright red palm print seemed to be imprinted in his heart, as uncomfortable as a pimple.

Sun Bumian felt that he had indeed forgotten something, but this was a common occurrence for him. Every time he experienced reincarnation, the things that happened in the previous reincarnation would be blurred...

But this time the forgetting seemed different.

Sun Bumian hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh and turned towards the door of the Yan family...

"Okay... then I'll believe you once."

…

in darkness,

Jian Changsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a long time, he finally opened his eyes, as if he had been unconscious for a long time, his eyes were full of confusion and dullness.

"My head hurts..."

Jian Changsheng scratched his head and waited until the headache subsided before slowly sitting up in the darkness.

Thumb thump thump thump——

A dazzling spotlight lit up from above his head. The sudden light made him cover his eyes subconsciously, and his facial features were a little distorted...

After a few seconds, he finally adapted to the bright light and opened a corner of his fingers.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

Then the pupils contract violently!

"This...this is..."

…

The red opera robe sits withered on the deserted ground.

He is like an empty body, sitting cross-legged on Sun Bumian's tomb; time passes silently around him, the sun rises, night falls, dead trees turn into spring, and the four seasons rotate...

I don't know if it was because of the memory owner, but Chen Ling's perception of time became dull and blurred. In the blink of an eye, more than half a year passed quietly.

Until one day, an army from nowhere invaded the city.

They burned, killed and looted, leaving the city filled with mourning and corpses strewn across the fields... Another army also came to support, but after the battle between the two sides, they were still defeated.

In the end, the city was completely occupied, and the people inside suffered numerous casualties. The corpses on the ground gave birth to a plague, causing the remaining survivors to rush to escape...

Coupled with climate change and sand erosion, this bustling city half a year ago soon became a dead city and even gradually disappeared from the map.

A year has passed, and there are no more noisy celebrations in the city, only endless loneliness and the whimpering of the wind and sand.

Sun neither sleeps nor wakes up;

The second year, the third year...

In the fourth year, Chen Ling saw the old man coming back with a cane. Looking at everything in front of him, he sighed helplessly... He coughed weakly and murmured something to the grave where Sun Bumian was. Then he turned and left.

Chen Ling did not appear in front of him, but before leaving, the old man glanced at the dead wood where Chen Ling was hiding, his eyes complex and profound.

The fifth year, the sixth year, the seventh year...

Ten years later.

A procession of sedan chairs walked slowly from a distance, beating gongs and drums.

This is a wedding reception team from the city next door, crossing the wilderness to take the newlywed woman in the sedan chair back to her husband's home... Perhaps because the family is well-off, this team is huge and grand, and Chen Ling can hear it even though they are far apart. The lively sound of their gongs and drums.

In the sedan chair, a woman wearing a red veil, with a hint of joy and uneasiness about the future, silently clasped her hands together and prayed in her heart...

"God bless me... I don't ask for wealth or honor in this life. I just want to be harmonious and happy after getting married."

"And my parents at home must be safe, live a long life and enjoy happiness..."

Bang-dang——!

A sound of gongs and drums was like thunder, crossing the desolate land.

The escorting team gradually went away. Chen Ling, who had witnessed the whole process, seemed to have noticed something and lowered his head to look down at himself...

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and took a few steps back... If you look carefully, you can see that the solid and flat land is gradually loosening, as if something is about to break out of the ground!

"Finally..." Chen Ling's eyes flashed.

puff--

With a soft sound, a palm stretched out from the earth, like a prisoner who had been trapped in dust for a long time, finally ushering in the free sky...

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, reached out and grasped the palm protruding from the ground, and pulled it out with force!

The moment the two touched each other, a stream of memories began to pour out of Chen Ling's mind!