I'm not a drama god

"who I am?"

boom -

Pale lightning flashed through the ink clouds,

The rain fell wildly, and the wrathful thunderstorm poured on the muddy ground. In the reflection of the ripples in the puddles, a vermilion figure was broken into pieces.

It was a young man wearing a bright red opera robe. He staggered across the muddy ground as if he was drunk. His wide sleeves were fluttering in the strong wind. The mud on the surface of the opera robe was washed away by the rain, and the bright red color like blood was reflected in the dark night. Shocking.

"Stop the quarrel... stop the quarrel!"

"Shut me all up!"

"I'm going to remember it soon...I'm going to remember it soon..."

"I have a name...a name of my own!"

The young man's wet black hair hung down to his brows, and his sluggish eyes were full of confusion. He moved forward with difficulty, holding his head with both hands, as if he was struggling to remember something.

His roar echoed in the deserted streets, and before it spread too far, it was drowned in the endless rain.

thump--

In the darkness, his body tripped over a raised stone and fell heavily to the ground!

A wisp of scarlet blood rolled down from the young man's forehead. He fell to the ground blankly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and a glimmer of light lit up in his cloudy eyes.

"Chen Ling..."

A name suddenly flashed into his mind.

The moment he said these two words, a fragment of memory floated out from the endless murmuring that almost burst his head, and merged with this weak body.

"What is this... time travel?"

Chen Ling frowned. He continued to digest the memory of this body, and his brain felt as if it was being torn apart.

His name is Chen Ling. He is 28 years old. He is an intern choreographer at a theater in Beijing. After the theater performance that day, he was alone on the stage designing and arranging the movements of the actors. Then a violent earthquake hit, and he only felt a pain in the top of his head. , and completely lost consciousness.

Now that I think about it carefully, he was probably killed by a falling spotlight...

At this time, Chen Ling was also digesting the memory of this body bit by bit. What surprised him was that the owner of this body was also named Chen Ling, but their basic understanding of the world was completely different. The broken memories Fighting each other, Chen Ling felt that her mind was about to explode.

He kept taking deep breaths and struggled to get up from the ground. The surface of his opera robe was black and red, and he was extremely embarrassed.

For some reason, his body felt extremely heavy, as if he was exhausted after staying up late for four or five days to write a play.

"Go home first..."

His tired body and fragmented thoughts made it almost impossible for him to think. He could only rely on the instinct of this body to walk in the direction of "home".

Although he doesn't know how he got here, the original owner of this body has this place in his memory. He takes this road every day when he returns from taking care of his younger brother from the clinic. It usually only takes two or three minutes to get home from here.

But for him at this moment, this journey has been longer than ever.

The rain flowed through Chen Ling's body with a biting coldness, and he was shivering uncontrollably. After ten minutes of walking in the rain despite the coldness and exhaustion, he finally arrived at the door of his home in his memory.

Chen Ling fumbled in her pocket for a while and found that she didn't have the key.

So he skillfully took out a spare key from the bottom of the newspaper box next to the door and opened the door.

creak-

Warm light poured from inside the house, illuminating a corner of the dark rainy night and also illuminating Chen Ling's pale face.

The moment she saw this light, Chen Ling's tense nerves relaxed naturally, and the coldness and fatigue on her body seemed to be dissipated a little by this light.

He stepped into the room and saw two figures sitting on both sides of the dining table, with red eyes, as if they had just cried.

When they heard the sound of opening the door, they were stunned for a moment, and then turned their heads at the same time.

"Dad...Mom...I'm back."

Chen Ling held her head against her head and subconsciously prepared to change her shoes at the door, but found that she had been barefoot from the beginning. At this moment, the soles of her feet and between her fingers were almost filled with mud, leaving two big black footprints on the floor.

The two figures sitting at the dining table at the moment saw Chen Ling in red pushing the door open, and their pupils shrank violently!

"you you……"

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he opened his mouth wide with a ghostly expression.

"Mom...is there water at home? I'm so thirsty." After returning home, Chen Ling completely relaxed and his consciousness was already on the verge of coma. He murmured to himself as he stumbled into the kitchen and picked up Drink from the bucket on the water dispenser.

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...

In the kitchen, the figure in red looked like a wild beast, swallowing water greedily.

The water seeping from the corner of his mouth fell to the ground and formed a puddle, reflecting the two frightened and pale faces in the living room.

"Ah... Ah Ling?" The woman mustered up the courage and spoke tremblingly, "You... how did you come back?"

Chen Ling held the bucket and swallowed wildly, completely unable to hear the woman's words. Then he seemed to think that drinking so slowly was too slow, so he directly stuffed the fist-thick bucket head into his mouth and bit it into pieces!

The synthetic plastic was chewed hard, and the rushing water poured into his mouth, dripping with pleasure!

"Walk back."

A voice came from behind Chen Ling.

Yes...behind.

At this moment, Chen Ling was still swallowing water immersedly, but his voice fell clearly into the ears of the two of them.

It was as if in the invisible void behind him, there stood a red-dressed Chen Ling, spreading her hands and answering matter-of-factly.

"The rain is a bit heavy and I seem to be lost."

"It seems that I fell a few times on the road and my shoes are missing..."

"Mom, I made the floor dirty. If you're not in a hurry, just wait until I get up tomorrow to clean it up...I'm too sleepy now."

Looking at the horrifying scene in front of them, the men and women in the living room felt a chill on the back of their necks. The kerosene lamp in the glass kept shaking, as if there was an invisible hand playing with the wick playfully.

Their faces were pale, but they just stood there stiffly, not daring to move.

Finally, the bucket was drained.

Chen Ling wiped her mouth and put down the bucket. Then she turned around, walked across the floor with black footprints step by step, and stumbled towards her bedroom...

"Dad, Mom... you guys go to bed early too, good night."

He said something vaguely and closed the door behind his back, followed by a muffled sound of a heavy object falling on the bed.

The living room fell into dead silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the two sculpture-like figures turned their heads stiffly... and looked at each other.

The shaking wick returned to stability, and the strange kerosene light barely illuminated the dim living room. They sat tremblingly on their chairs, with no trace of blood on their faces.

"He...is back." The man said hoarsely, "How is this possible..."

"If he is really Ah Ling..."

"Then who did we kill last night...?"