I'm not a drama god

The old man held the young man's hand, and they both took steps at the same time and stepped onto the next step.

Boom——! !

The cries of troubled times echoed in the ears of the two.

The sky was filled with gunfire, tall buildings collapsed, and countless former relatives and friends fell in a pool of blood. The two figures were struck by a solemn and desperate feeling, as if the surging tide of the times was about to swallow them up completely...

The boy has grown up.

He transformed from a naive child into an independent young man step by step. He became taller and taller, tall enough to carve out a place for himself and the people he cared about in the torrent of troubled times with his tall and strong body.

The confusion in the young man's eyes became less and less, and the scars on his body became more and more. In the end, only unparalleled determination remained in his eyes.

"Do you still dare to move forward?" asked the old man.

"I dare." The young man nodded heavily, "I must become stronger... just like my sister and him."

The old man smiled, and his wrinkled face still vaguely showed the youthful aura he once had. He and the young man raised their feet at the same time and stepped onto the sixth step.

Boom——! !

……

"What did you say??!"

"When we woke up Hongchen Jun, the hibernation capsule was damaged... The X-113 drug that maintains life at low temperatures cannot be circulated inside and outside the body using conventional methods, especially when Hongchen Jun has lost his self-consciousness... So...

Lord Hongchen, you cannot sleep."

The young man's breathing was extremely heavy. He looked through the observation window of the laboratory at the figure lying on the metal table, his eyes full of struggle and pain.

"How could this happen...how could this happen..."

"Mr. Yao, our only option now is to send a distress signal to other bases... Hongchen Jun failed to hibernate, and the final result is only one, that is, he will die of old age in his sleep, so in the most optimistic scenario, Hongchen Base can only last for 50 years.

In the next fifty years, we need to transfer the one million people in the Red Dust Base to other bases in batches. Now that the tracks of the boundary train have been destroyed, this will be an extremely challenging task..."

"Is there no other way?"

"I'm sorry, but without the hibernation capsule, we can't fight against the passage of time, Mr. Yao."

The young man clenched his fists unconsciously. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned back to look at the researchers:

"You just said that the hibernation capsule malfunctioned because the drug couldn't circulate inside and outside the body in the normal way?"

"Yes, Mr. Yao."

"What if...what if I could somehow intervene in the human body and manually control their circulation?"

The researcher was stunned for a moment. "This... is theoretically possible, but the original access device is broken. Forcibly accessing it will cause irreversible damage to the body... and Hongchen Jun has already fallen into a deep sleep. If we rashly access the device and it fails, I'm afraid it will accelerate his death."

"What is the probability of access failure?"

“…70%.”

"...I understand." The young man took a deep breath, "Connect the device to me."

The researcher was stunned. “What did you say?”

"Connect the device to me. If I die, then continue with the original plan and evacuate the residents of the Red Dust Base... If I survive, I have a way to extend my sister's life."

"But, but you are connected to a damaged hibernation capsule. Even if you can barely extend your life, you can't spend your time sleeping..."

"I know, I just need to survive... even if I can only linger on." The young man walked into the laboratory, came to the sleeping figure, looked at her cheek and murmured to himself:

"As long as I live... I can fight against the years for her."

A strand of embroidery silk floated out from his fingertips and silently penetrated into the body of the sleeping Su Zhiwei.

Qingshendao——[Human body embroidery].

……

Boom——! !

When the two men stepped up another step, the young man's body suddenly exploded with blood mist.

Round wounds as big as fists ran through his limbs and back, as if they were some extremely thick tubes connected to his body. His originally tall and healthy body became haggard and hunched, like a gradually withering flower.

"Do you want to move forward?" the old man asked.

"...Yes." The young man smiled miserably, "It's only a few hundred years... Just grit your teeth and it will pass."

……

The torrent of history swirled around the two of them like a turbulent whirlpool. Countless figures gathered in the small sand and gravel, waving flags and roaring at the sky.

A series of hideous and thick black pipes extended from the damaged hibernation capsule and connected to the frost-covered figure.

He lowered his head, his skin was pale without any blood, like a puppet parasitized by a device. At this moment, several figures were standing in front of him, bowing their heads respectfully, listening to the weak but unquestionable voice:

“I believe that…art can change the times.”

"I promised those pioneers... their children, that I would live a stable and happy life..."

“We can’t eliminate nuclear radiation, nor can we guarantee that they will always be healthy, but we can make the withered earth grow the most brilliant flowers… Isn’t this the meaning of art’s existence?”

"Use Qingshen Dao to create an ideal country for all living beings... One day, this ruin will be changed because of us."

"Let's just call it... Ukiyoe."

Many figures responded, bowed respectfully to the haggard figure, and then hurriedly disappeared at the end of the sight.

The haggard and pale figure, with numerous tubes inserted into his body, watched them go away, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the sleeping figure shrouded in embroidery silk in front of him.

He smiled slightly:

“If that day really comes, if I can really take that step… I should be able to finish embroidering this picture.”

"Will you come back then?"

……

The young man's eyes opened instantly, he took a step forward, and together with the old figure beside him, stepped onto the eighth step!

Boom——! !

The deafening sound echoed over the world of mortals.

At this moment, the young man's appearance gradually aged with the passage of time, and finally turned into a weathered old man... He and the old man next to him stood together, like a pair of shadows spanning time and space.

Two figures stood on this step and gradually overlapped, as if the trajectory of history gradually overlapped with reality, and the past and the present were witnessed by heaven and earth at this moment.

The next moment, an old and firm voice echoed in the sky:

"Qingshen Dao leader Yao Qing... please grant me a position!!"