I'm not a drama god

at the same time,

The lion dance, like the moon surrounded by stars, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly looked back at the end of the busy street.

The two pairs of eyes crossed the crowded, smiling crowd and met in an instant... At this moment, an inexplicable feeling grew in Chen Ling's heart.

Chen Ling didn't know how to describe this feeling. He felt as if he had forgotten something very important. After seeing those eyes, it seemed as if some dusty memories began to loosen. It was a past between him and the owner of those eyes.

Before Chen Ling could recall carefully, the lion dance turned around and walked alone into the depths of the alley amid the applause of the crowd.

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and immediately pushed his way through the crowded crowd, trying to catch up with the lion dance figure...

He struggled to make his way through the crowd, through the lively fire-breathing, hoop-jumping and magic show performances on the street, turned into the alley where the lion dance disappeared, and ran forward at full speed!

huh-huh-

Chen Ling ran with some difficulty.

The cheers and applause gradually faded away behind him, and loneliness and emptiness surged towards him like a tide;

The narrow alley gradually became blurred, as if he was not running in an alley, but someone's long inner journey... Chen Ling realized that this was not his memory.

He entered the depths of another person's memory.

Chen Ling ran in the alley for a long time, and finally, a glimmer of light appeared at the end of the darkness... Chen Ling rushed into the glimmer of light without hesitation.

His eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a barren empty land. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but yellow earth and a few dead trees occasionally.

The noise and bustle came from behind. An ancient city decorated with lights and firecrackers was located not far away, as if immersed in the New Year's Eve celebration.

Chen Ling didn't know which dynasty this was, but he could sense that this place was quite far away from his own era...

But what remains unchanged is that, just like the streets just now, everyone in the city is immersed in joy.

"Master...is it time?"

A voice came from behind. Chen Ling looked back and saw that two figures were already standing on the barren land.

One was the young man who was wearing the lion dance costume just now. He was sweating profusely, as if he had just finished a performance, and he was holding a tattered lion dance headgear in his arms; the other person's figure was blurred, but it seemed that he was an old man.

"Well, we're here." The old man reached out his hand, touched Sun Bumian's head, and said softly,

"Sleepless...you will die amidst the roar of gongs and drums."

Sun Bumian asked worriedly, "Will I really die?"

"You died amidst the roar of gongs and drums, and you will be reborn amidst beautiful prayers... Bumian, your path is different from everyone else's. You are the embodiment of good fortune in the world." The old man put his hands behind his back, looking at the city in the distance where everyone was celebrating, and said seriously,

"As long as there are people in this world who pray for happiness, you will live forever."

"Oh……"

Sun Bumian nodded, not quite understanding, "Then can I still see Master?"

The old man laughed and said, “Although you will not die of old age, you are still a human being after all. Every sixty years, you will fall into a death sleep...until one year later, someone nearby prays for good luck and happiness from the bottom of their hearts, and then you will wake up from the prayer.

Master is still in good health, so he can wait for a year."

"That's good."

Sun Bumian breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man flicked his sleeves and said, "Then Master will leave first."

Sun Bumian nodded obediently. The old man turned around and walked a few steps. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back and said:

"Sleepless."

"What's wrong, Master?"

"You are the embodiment of good fortune and luck. You can avoid disaster and seek good fortune. As long as you want, you can live without disaster in every life... No matter what happens in the future, take care of yourself... Got it?"

"I see."

The old man took one last look at Sun Bumian, then walked alone towards the bustling city, gradually disappearing at the end of the horizon.

After watching him leave, Sun Bumian walked around, took out a shovel from under a dead tree, and began to dig underground little by little...

bang bang bang-

Fireworks and firecrackers continued.

The whole city was celebrating. Sun Bumian was gazing at the hustle and bustle in the distance while quietly digging his own grave... Chen Ling watched this scene quietly. He didn't know what Sun Bumian was thinking, but a feeling of loneliness came over him.

After an unknown amount of time, a flat pit appeared on the ground.

Sun Bumian took one last look at the city in the distance, then reluctantly lay down in the pit with his hands folded on his chest.

As his mind moved, the lion dance headgear that had been placed not far away seemed to come alive. Colorful flames intertwined into the body of the lion dance, and its head slightly arched. The pile of earth gradually submerged Sun Bumian's figure.

In the end, Sun Bumian disappeared on the barren land.

The colorful flames dissipated from the waking lion, and it turned back into a hood, rolling down onto Sun Bumian's grave, covered in dust and dead silence.

Only then did Chen Ling walk forward. He slowly came to the flat land, bent down and picked up the lion dance headgear...

He brushed off the dust and looked at the familiar hood. A struggle appeared in his eyes, as if a memory was about to burst out of the ground.

"You have to wait for him." A voice came from behind.

Chen Ling looked back and saw a white-haired figure with bandages wrapped around his body, standing silently behind a dead tree.

"Who are you?" Chen Ling asked.

"My name is Jiang Xiaohua."

"Where is this place? What on earth have I forgotten?"

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a moment, then pointed to the ground beneath him and said, "You'll know when he wakes up."

Chen Ling looked down at his feet in a daze, his mind went blank... But after hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged beside the grave.

"The auspicious incarnation that reincarnates every sixty years..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

"Who...are you?"

……

Sun Bumian slowly opened his eyes.

The bone-chilling wind mixed with cold rain fell on his thin Tang suit, and the chill made him shiver.

"here it is?"

Sun Bumian looked around and found himself in front of the gate of a luxurious manor. On both sides were houses extending into the distance to the north. The blue-green aurora was like a ribbon, silently surging above his head.

Sun Bumian looked at the auroras and felt as if he knew where this place was, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember it...

At this moment, the gate of the manor suddenly opened.

A figure stumbled out, lost his balance as if kicked by someone, and fell headfirst in front of Sun Bumian, with dust flying up.

"You bastard, you are just a servant, and you dare to talk back to me?"