I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling held Sun BuMian's broken palm, and part of Sun BuMian's memories flooded into his heart like a tide!

Chen Ling saw it;

In Sun Bumian's memory, this seemed to be his first deep sleep.

In that original memory, Sun Bumian broke out of the wasteland ten years later, and all that remained were the whistling wind and sand, and the broken walls standing among the ruins.

Sun Bumian was stunned.

His impression of that city still stayed in the universal celebration ten years ago, but now, it is deserted... This is an indescribable feeling. The familiarity and security of the past have completely left, leaving only endless Confused and uneasy...

Like, he's been forgotten by the world.

"Master..."

The uneasiness in Sun Bumian's heart became more and more intense, and he ran quickly towards the ruins of the city.

Perhaps because he had been sleeping for too long, Sun Bumian's steps were slightly staggering. He stumbled around every corner of the ruins, but could not find any trace of his past...

Sun Bumian was like a homeless child. He stood in the ruins for a whole day. It wasn't until the cold wind at midnight hurt his cheek that he came to his senses and walked out of the city in a daze.

He walked in the desert for three days without getting a drop of water before finally finding an inhabited city.

After asking, he found out that it had been ten years since he fell asleep. Now the dynasties have changed, and the dynasty's territory has changed beyond recognition. Countless cities have been forgotten in the vast desert.

Ten years, like a heavy punch, almost collapsed Sun Bumian, who was sleeping for the first time. Sun Bumian knew very well that based on his master's physical condition, he would not be able to survive ten years...the things and people he once cherished , basically disappeared in the ruthless torrent of history.

Everything was because he slept for too long.

Sun Bumian cried for a long time. He didn't know how to make up for all this. He could only attribute all the faults to himself. As if to punish himself, he began to fast and deprive himself of food and water, and trapped himself in the desert for ten days.

Perhaps due to the blessing of auspiciousness, when Sun Bumian was in coma and on the verge of death, a caravan happened to pass by, rescued him, and then headed for the distant city...

Sun Bumian survived, but the guilt and pain in his heart did not disappear. Instead, he was trapped in this life for a full twenty years before the wounds gradually healed.

Time returns to now,

Chen Ling seems to have experienced this past just like Sun Bumian, and her eyes are extremely complicated...

rustle--

The hand that stretched out from the earth was still struggling and seemed to be about to break out of the earth soon.

Chen Ling seemed to realize something. She turned around and looked behind her. In the desert in the distance, a white-haired figure seemed to be watching here quietly...

"You asked me to wait for him...to make up for all this?" Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Jiang Xiaohua in the distance nodded slightly.

Chen Ling's eyes returned to the palm that was about to break through the ground. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and suddenly exerted force on his palm!

Bang!

A figure was pulled out of the soil by him, staggered under the influence of inertia, and almost fell to the ground.

"You..." Sun Bumian, who had just woken up, breathed in the air around him. He saw Chen Ling beside him from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were a little surprised, "Who are you?"

Chen Ling looked into his eyes. After a moment of silence, she still did not answer his name, but spoke directly:

"Your master asked me to bring you a message."

"Master?"

Sun Bumian looked around and saw the desolate land around him and the ruins of the city in the distance. He froze on the spot... He seemed to have a bad premonition and immediately asked, "Where is the master?"

"You have been sleeping for ten years, and he has passed away."

Hearing these words, Sun Bumian was shocked. Before he could ask anything, Chen Ling spoke again,

"However, he has lived a very happy life in the past few years... Although you are not by his side, perhaps because of your auspicious aura, his old age has been trouble-free... He is very grateful to you for having a disciple like you. , it’s his honor.”

Sun Bumian froze on the spot.

What Chen Ling said was not groundless. The old man appeared for the last time six years ago and talked about Sun Bumian's grave alone for a long time. He heard every word without missing a word...

Chen Ling even suspected that the last look the old man gave him was just to ask him to tell the story for him... He was telling it specifically to him.

Who is that old man?

"Master..." Sun Bumian's eyes suddenly turned red, and he seemed unable to accept it for a moment.

"Your master also said that it's not your fault that you didn't meet again, but God's will... If you feel guilty and waste your life because of this, he will be very angry." Chen Ling patted Sun Bumian on the shoulder.

"Remember? Master asked you to take care of yourself no matter what happens..."

"I……"

Sun Bumian was doubtful about Chen Ling's words just now, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he believed it... He was like a child who had lost everything, standing there helplessly, tears sliding down his cheeks.

Chen Ling didn't speak again. After all, the following sentences were all made up by him;

He just watched Sun Bumian crying bitterly in the desolation, drowned in the endless wind and sand...

When the sun went down, the sunset was like red satin on Sun Bumian's body. The latter finally slowly recovered his emotions. He looked back at the ruins of the city with red eyes in the wind and sand. There was no original confusion and guilt in his eyes. , but a little more perseverance.

"I made you laugh." Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter."

Anyway, I have seen you crying several times in my memories, Chen Ling thought to himself.

"...What's your name?"

"Chen Ling."

"Chen Ling..." Sun Bumian murmured, as if he wanted to remember this name in his heart, "Anyway, thank you for coming to me...You are right, the last thing my master said to me was to take care of myself. If I can't even do this, it would be unfilial..."

"Just let it go."

"..."

Chen Ling saw Sun Bumian staring at him, frowned slightly, and was a little confused.

"Have we met?" Sun Bumian couldn't help but speak, "I don't know why...Since just now, I feel like I have forgotten something..."

As he spoke, a hair-like memory thread was pulled out of thin air from the void above Sun Bumian's head, and the other part was stuffed into Chen Ling's hand, and a curse spread wildly in the air...

Chen Ling was startled, and when he was about to say something, the yellow sand around him broke into pieces!

At the end of the desolate horizon,

Jiang Xiaohua's eyes curved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

...

"Chen Ling...?"

In front of the gate of the Star Chamber of Commerce, Sun Bumian suddenly stopped.

Sun Bumian suddenly felt that a part of his memory had been covered by someone. At the same time, all his memories were returning to their original positions, as if someone was holding the end of a silk thread and pulling it hard. Those memories that he had forgotten were like a tide, constantly surging into his heart!