I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling held Sun Bumian's hand that had just emerged from the ground, and some of Sun Bumian's memories surged into his heart like a tide!

Chen Ling saw it;

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

In that original memory, Sun Bumian broke out from the wasteland after ten years, and all that was left were the whistling sand and the broken walls standing among the ruins.

Sun Bumian was stunned.

His impression of the city still remained in the universal celebration ten years ago, but now, it was deserted... It was an indescribable feeling. The familiarity and sense of security he once had were completely gone, leaving only endless confusion and uneasiness...

It's like, he's been forgotten by the whole world.

"Master..."

Sun Bumian felt more and more uneasy, and he ran quickly towards the ruins of the city.

Perhaps because he had been sleeping for too long, Sun Bumian's steps were a little unsteady. He stumbled through every corner of the ruins, but could not find any trace of his former self...

Sun Bumian stood in the ruins like a homeless child for a whole day, until the cold wind at midnight cut his cheeks and it hurt. He came to his senses and walked out of the city in a daze.

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

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

The ten years were like a heavy blow that nearly brought Sun Bumian, who was in his first slumber, to the point of collapse. Sun Bumian knew very well that his master would not be able to survive the next ten years given his physical condition... Most of the things and people he once cherished disappeared in the ruthless tide of history.

All of this was because he slept too long.

Sun Bumian cried for a long time. He didn't know how to make up for it, so he could only blame all the faults on himself. As if to punish himself, he began to fast and stop drinking water, trapping himself in the desert for ten days.

Perhaps it was a blessing from the auspicious spirit that when Sun Bumian was in a coma and on the verge of death, a caravan happened to pass by, rescued him, and then headed towards the distant city...

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

Time returns to now,

Chen Ling seemed to have experienced the same past as Sun Bumian, and her eyes were filled with complexity...

rustle--

The hand that stretched out from the soil was still struggling, and it seemed that it would soon break out of the soil.

Chen Ling seemed to realize something and looked back. In the distance, in the wasteland, a white-haired figure seemed to be watching this place quietly...

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

Jiang Xiaohua in the distance nodded slightly.

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

boom!

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

"You..." Sun Bu Mian, who had just woken up, took a deep breath of the air around him. He saw Chen Ling beside him from the corner of his eye, and there was some surprise in his eyes, "Who are you?"

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

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

"Master?"

Sun Bumian looked around and saw the barren land around him and the ruins of the city in the distance. He was stunned... He seemed to have a bad premonition and asked immediately, "Where are the master and others?"

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

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

"However, he has lived a happy life in the past few years... Although you are not by his side, perhaps because of your auspicious aura, he has lived a disaster-free old age... He is very grateful to you. It is his honor to have you as a disciple."

Sun Bumian stood there in a daze.

What Chen Ling said was not groundless. Six years ago, the old man appeared for the last time and spoke alone to Sun Bumian's grave for a long time. He heard every word...

Chen Ling even suspected that the look the old man gave him at the end was for him to relay his thoughts... He was speaking specifically to himself.

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 was not your fault that you didn't meet again, but God's will... If you feel guilty about it and waste your life, he will be very angry." Chen Ling patted Sun Bumian's shoulder.

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

"I……"

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

Chen Ling did not speak again. After all, the following sentences were all made up by him.

He just watched Sun Bumian crying bitterly in the wilderness, drowning in the endless wind and sand...

When the sun sets in the west, the setting sun is like a red satin draped over Sun Bumian's body, and the latter finally recovers his mood slowly. With red eyes, he looks back at the ruins of the city in the wind and sand. There is no confusion and guilt in his eyes, but a hint of determination.

"I'm sorry to embarrass you." Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling, seeming a little embarrassed.

"It's ok."

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

"……May I have 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 good care of myself. If I can't even do this, I would be unfilial..."

"Just let it go."

"..."

Seeing that Sun Bumian was staring at her, Chen Ling frowned slightly, looking a little confused.

"Have we met before?" Sun Bumian couldn't help but ask, "I don't know why... From just now, I felt like I forgot something..."

As he spoke, a hair-like thread of memory 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. A curse spread wildly in the air...

Chen Ling was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, the yellow sand around him shattered 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 one of his memories had been covered by someone. At the same time, all his memories were returning to their original place, as if someone was holding the end of a silk thread and pulling it hard. Those memories that he had once forgotten were like a tide, constantly pouring into his mind!