I'm not a drama god

Sun Bumian subconsciously took half a step back to avoid being hit by the flying figure.

When the dust cleared, Sun Bumian looked down 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, but you couldn't even adjust the water temperature in advance? When your father was a dog for our Yan family, he was much more perceptive than you! You rubbish!"

A figure who looked like a butler strode out from the door and cursed arrogantly.

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

"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..."

"Your explanation is useless!" The housekeeper was furious. "Your father still has debts to pay. It was our Yan family who took him in. The son should pay for the father's debt! If you can't even do this, you and your son will never get ahead in this life!"

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

Xiao Jian didn't know how to make up for it, so he could only bow his head and apologize frantically. He bent his waist deeply, and the slap mark on his cheek was bright red.

The butler saw Sun Bumian behind him and frowned.

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

Sun Bumian was startled, and shook his head instinctively.

"Oh... I was just passing by."

After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Jian who kept admitting her mistakes, then turned around and walked away.

Sun Bumian didn't know why he was here, nor did he know who that person was, but his instinct to seek good fortune and avoid danger told him not to get involved in such troublesome matters... He pretended not to see it. He would not invite disaster, and disaster would not invite him, just like in the past years.

Xiao Jian's apology and the housekeeper's angry curses gradually faded away. Sun Bumian kept walking along the street, putting everything behind him 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 bandages wrapped around his body. He pursed his lips and looked at Sun Bumian, 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 do not know you."

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

"why?"

"Aren't you companions?"

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

"You know him, you should help him... companions should help each other." Jiang Xiaohua answered seriously, "Besides... he is pitiful, isn't he?"

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

He was silent for a long time, then turned his head to look in the direction of the Yan family… Xiao Jian's voice of repeatedly admitting his mistakes lingered in his ears, as well as the bright red palm print, as if branded in his heart, as uncomfortable as a lump.

Sun Bumian felt that he had indeed forgotten something, but this was commonplace for him. Every time he experienced reincarnation, the things that happened in the past reincarnations would become a little vague...

But this time of forgetting seems to be different.

Sun Bu Mian hesitated for a moment, then heaved a long sigh and turned to walk towards the gate of the Yan family...

"Okay... I'll believe you this time."

……

in the dark,

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.

"Head hurts……"

Jian Changsheng scratched his head, and waited until his headache subsided before he slowly sat up from the darkness.

Dengdengdengdeng-

The blinding spotlight lit up above his head. The sudden light made him cover his eyes subconsciously, and his facial features were distorted...

After waiting for a few seconds, he finally adjusted to the strong light and opened his fingers a little.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned at first.

Then the pupils contract violently!

"This...this is..."

……

A man in a bright red costume sat on the wasteland.

He was like an empty shell, sitting cross-legged on Sun Bumian's tomb; time passed silently around him, the sun rose, the night fell, the dead trees came back to life, the four seasons changed...

I don’t know if it’s because of the owner of this memory, but Chen Ling’s perception of time has become dull and vague. In a blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed quietly.

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

They burned, killed and looted, leaving the city filled with wailing and corpses strewn all over the ground... Another army also came to support, but after a fierce battle between the two sides, they were still defeated.

Eventually, the city was completely occupied, and countless civilians died or were injured. The corpses on the ground gave rise to a plague, causing the few remaining survivors to flee...

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

A year passed, and there were no more noisy celebrations in the city. There was only endless loneliness and the howling of wind and sand.

Sun did not sleep, nor did he wake 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, muttered something to the grave where Sun Bumian was, then turned and left.

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

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

Ten years later.

A sedan chair procession came slowly from a distance, beating gongs and drums.

This was a wedding procession from the neighboring city, crossing the wilderness to send the newlywed woman in the bridal sedan back to her husband's home… Perhaps because of their wealthy family, the procession was huge and grand, and even from a long distance away, Chen Ling could hear the lively sound of their gongs and drums.

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

"God bless me... I don't ask for great wealth and honor in this life, I just hope that after I get married, my husband and I can live in harmony and have children to enjoy my life."

"And my parents at home, I hope they will be safe and live a long and happy life..."

Bang-dang——!

The sound of gongs and drums was like thunder, crossing the barren land.

The wedding procession gradually went away. Chen Ling, who had witnessed the whole process, seemed to have noticed something and looked down at the ground below him...

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and took a few steps back... If you look closely, 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 sparkled.

puff--

With a slight sound, a hand stretched out from the ground, like a prisoner who had been trapped for a long time, finally welcoming the free sky...

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, reached out and grasped the hand that emerged from the ground, and pulled it out with force!

The moment the two touched each other, a memory began to surge from Chen Ling's mind!