I'm not a drama god

In front of this small town full of willow trees and peach blossoms, it was naturally impossible for Chen Ling to admit her mistake.

This is the first place Chen Ling arrived after arriving in the world of mortals. He still remembers that he was chased by a clown and ran all the way to the white flowers in the gray world. He fell unconscious on the spot because he could not find the entrance to the world of mortals...

When he woke up, he had appeared in Liu Town.

Until now, Chen Ling still doesn't know how she suddenly moved from the gray world to Liu Town... To enter the world of mortals, you must first find the most inconspicuous flower among the flowers, and then perform some actions before you can enter. If He was in a coma at the time, so who took him to complete the ceremony and enter the world of mortals?

And according to what Li Qingshan said, he found himself in a mountain forest in Liu Town at that time, which was completely different from the starting place when Chen Ling took the initiative to enter the world of mortals... What caused such a difference?

Also, there are hundreds of small towns in the world of mortals, why is it Liu Town? ?

As a prisoner, he once again returned to Liu Town. More and more doubts emerged in Chen Ling's mind. He looked at the peaceful willow trees and villages here, and everything suddenly seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil... Now His way of thinking is completely different from that of him who just entered the world of mortals.

After Yang Mudog arrived at Liu Town, he did not stop, but walked in a certain direction along the wet bluestone road.

If the current main city of the mortal world has been turned upside down and blood flows like rivers, Liu Town is still peaceful in the past. The war in the center of the world of mortals has not had any impact here. Catkins are still flying in the wind, peach blossoms are still blooming on the embankment, smoke rises from the white-tiled low houses, and shepherd boys herding cattle along the bluestone road, chatting with each other. Chen Ling passed by.

Chen Ling leaned against the comic frame, looking at this quiet town, and suddenly felt like she was in another world...

"The generals of the Yang family sacrificed their lives to protect their country, and their loyal and heroic reputation will last forever~~"

In the alleyway in the distance, the melodious sound of opera came from the radio. Perhaps the radio was a bit old. The singing was accompanied by the rustling sound of electricity, which made it even more charming in the misty rain.

Chen Ling turned around and saw that it was the door of Li Qingshan's house.

At this time, the door of Li Qingshan's house was open, and a white-haired old lady was sitting on a small bench. There was a radio beside her, holding a vegetable leaf in her hand, and singing along with the radio from time to time, shaking her head.

It didn't notice Yang Mudog passing by the door, and naturally it never saw Chen Ling. It just sang to itself, while the firewood beside it crackled and burned, and a smell of rice wafted out.

Chen Ling only saw this once before being led by Yang Muquan through the door... It was also at this time that he realized that this was the road where Li Qingshan picked him up and took him home.

The willow trees on both sides of the bank swayed gently in the wind, the fragrance of the earth came to your nostrils, and familiar scenes passed before your eyes. At this moment, Chen Ling seemed to be sitting back on Li Qingshan's firewood cart, slowly moving forward in the opposite direction to the past.

"I seem to have... seen this scene somewhere."

Chen Ling was deep in thought, as if she had realized something, and a memory suddenly appeared in her mind.

……

"Sister Zhiwei! I brought you a gift!"

Yao Qing's voice echoed in Chen Ling's ears, and the embroidered picture packed in the exquisite packaging box gradually became clear in his memory.

The scene in the embroidered picture gradually overlapped with everything around him, and Chen Ling remembered the source of this familiar feeling at this moment.

On August 2024, 8, Yao Qing presented sister Zhiwei:

——"Red Dust".

……

Chen Ling remembered. When he saw this embroidered picture, he was shocked by the similarity between it and Liu Zhen. At that time, he just thought that the two were very similar. With the signature of "Red Dust", he almost Su Zhiwei's identity was confirmed.

But when Chen Ling walked on this road again, he discovered that the two were not as simple as "similarity" at all... This road was exactly the same as the road embroidered in "Red Dust", even the number of willow trees on the roadside. , the length of each willow leaf, and the outline of the mottled wall beside the house are exactly the same!

But...how is this possible?

How could an embroidery picture that appeared hundreds of years ago be completely similar to the current Liuzhen? Even if someone deliberately arranged it like this, it cannot be restored like this. After all, no one can control the height of the growth of these willow trees, the number of willow branches... and the appearance of the willow trees will also change with the changes of the seasons. How can they be exactly the same? ?

The moment she realized this problem, Chen Ling felt a chill on the back of her neck... Just this seemingly insignificant detail hides too many secrets and unknowns, just like there are hidden things beneath the surface of the calm sea. Holding a giant iceberg.

This is no coincidence.

Just as Chen Ling's brain was running wildly, Yang Mudog had already walked along the bluestone road to a wild mountain forest.

This seems to be the outskirts of Liu Town. There is no human habitation at all. There are only dense trees and dead branches and leaves on the ground. The sun passes through the complicated branches and leaves a grating of light and dark, like a pavement. The light and shadow code all over the earth.

Yang Shepherd came to the woods, stood up slowly, faced the interlacing light and shadow between the trees, and spoke calmly:

"Yang Muquan of the Eighth Hall, please return."

Chen Ling was stunned. He looked up at the sky in confusion. The next moment, the interlacing lights and shadows among the trees suddenly seemed to come to life. They were transformed into lines that were within reach, opening to both sides like curtains. !

Entering Hongchen Base, you actually need to verify your identity? But there seemed to be no one else here. Who was he checking with?

Continuous questions flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and then Yang Muquan raised his hands and patted his chest lightly!

Snapped--!

A feeling of dizziness surged into his heart, and the picture in front of Chen Ling suddenly became distorted.

This feeling was all too familiar to Chen Ling. It was this feeling when he crossed the edge of the realm and arrived at the gray realm from the world of mortals... When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar patch of white flowers in front of him.

"This is..." Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

Lead-gray clouds cover the top of the head, and it seems that there are only three colors left in the world: black, white and gray. Chen Ling's red opera robe is flying in the comic frame, and Yang Mudog has completely transformed into a spotted character in a black and white film, standing quietly around him.

Next to the two people, there are endless white flowers. As the breeze blows across the black earth, petals are lingering around the two people in the wind...

Gray world? !

The realm of mortals is not in Liu Town, not even in the realm of mortals...but in the gray realm?

How can this be……

Chen Ling turned his head blankly and saw the little flower carrying the "world of mortals" gently fluttering in the soil not far away... At this moment, an idea exploded like thunder in his mind!

"The more important something is, the more it will be hidden in small places."

"For Su Zhiwei, the most important thing to her is not her own life, nor the world base..."

"But the realm of mortals."