I'm not a drama god

As soon as these words came out, the entire Su Mansion fell silent.

Chen Ling looked at Su Zhiwei expressionlessly: "Do you know him?"

"Well, our two families were old friends before, and I kind of watched him grow up." Su Zhiwei's expression was a little subtle, "Although their family moved away later, the contact was still there. When he heard that I was going back to my hometown for vacation, he He said he wanted to come see me... I didn't expect that it would happen today."

Yao Qing looked at Chen Ling carefully, looking back and forth between those cold eyes and the boning knife in his palm, with a confused expression.

Su Zhiwei was about to step forward to help Yao Qing up, but was stopped by Chen Ling.

"To be on the safe side, let me confirm again."

A familiar face doesn't mean much. Chen Ling, the "face-changing master", knows this best. I don't know how many enemies have died in his hands because of this. Although he felt that it would be extremely difficult for a drama god to appear in this era, but this guy appeared at such a critical juncture, it would not be wrong to be more cautious.

Chen Ling held the boning knife and walked towards Yao Qing, who was sitting on the ground. As he approached, vigilance and fear suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes, and he kept kicking his legs back.

"You...what are you going to do?! I'm warning you, this is a legal society, you..."

Before Yao Qing could finish speaking, Chen Ling grabbed him by the collar, and the corners of his apricot-red eyes slowly appeared on his face...

[Zhu Yan]!

A mysterious red light flashed across Chen Ling's pupils. The brand new pupil technique he obtained after Chen Yan painted the corners of his eyes was activated by Chen Ling at this moment!

Yao Qing felt a pain in his head and a brief trance appeared in his eyes!

A fragmentary "play" appeared in front of Chen Ling.

……

"so gay!"

"Sissy Zhang!"

"Hahahaha, look, there are birds embroidered on his school uniform~ Only girls wear this kind of clothes, right?"

"Last time I saw him secretly embroidering in school!"

"Don't you know? Yao Qing's whole family is embroidery! Look at his hands, they are all calluses left by working with needles and thread every day."

"Nowadays, girls don't know how to embroider, right? Yao Qing is such a good girl! She's a sissy! Hahahaha..."

"..."

Waves of laughter and curses from young people reached Chen Ling's ears. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a dirty street corner. Several boys in school uniforms, who looked like junior high school students, were gathered together, laughing... In the middle of them, a boy with pigtails fell to the ground, covered in dust. with footprints.

"Is this the power of these eyes..." Chen Ling rubbed the apricot at the corner of her eyes and muttered to herself.

After turning on "Zhu Yan", Chen Ling can use the pupil technique to use the other person's eyes as a medium to spy on the most impressive moments in the other person's life experience.

If everyone's life is a drama starring themselves, then Chen Ling's eyes have the authority to read the "drama of life".

It's like the eyes of the "audience".

Chen Ling looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty. Only this street corner in the vicinity was clear, and the rest was hazy, like fog...

"Because it's in memory, so only the most impressive parts will be rendered?"

Chen Ling tried to touch one of the young men with her hands, but her fingertips passed through him as if there was nothing, and no one noticed him. He was like a ghost of nothingness.

Sure enough, no matter what happens here, he can only be a "spectator".

Chen Ling no longer explored the surroundings, but focused her gaze on the embarrassed young man who was knocked to the ground. Judging from his appearance, it was Yao Qing who was at the door of the Su Mansion just now.

"I'm not a pussy!!" Yao Qing angrily tried to get up from the ground, but was stepped back hard by several people around him.

"The embroiderer still says she's not a sissy?"

"What's wrong with embroidery?! That's a craft passed down from my ancestors! I'm not a sissy!"

"Embroidery is just embroidery, it's something only little girls play with, but you can't put it down, hahahaha..."

Amid a burst of laughter, the young man struggled to get up from the ground, but was stepped on again and again. His face and body were covered with mud, and he was extremely embarrassed.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the side:

"What are you doing?"

Several teenagers and Chen Ling turned to look at the same time, and saw that the end of the alley, which was still blurry, suddenly became clear. A girl carrying a crossbody bag and wearing a beige sweatshirt was standing there, looking at it with a frown.

Su Zhiwei?

Chen Ling raised her brows slightly when she saw that face. At this time, Su Zhiwei looked about twenty years old. She looked like a college student who had just returned from vacation. Although her face was still a little immature, she already had a certain temperament. Unique rational temperament.

Yao Qing, who was lying on the dusty ground, was slightly startled when he heard the voice. He raised his head and looked at Su Zhiwei, with a faint mist of grievance rising in his eyes...

"Who is she?"

"I saw her in my brother's school. She seemed to be the eldest daughter of some family..."

"Is she a college student?"

"College Students?"

"..."

Several teenagers who were still in junior high school immediately retreated when they saw Su Zhiwei coming here with a cold face. When Su Zhiwei picked up a brick on the ground and his eyes narrowed and became sharper, they were even more worried. They looked at each other for the first time, then turned around and ran away.

Su Zhiwei walked to Yao Qing's side and saw the teenagers running away. Then she threw the bricks into the corner and reached out to pull up the dirty Yao Qing.

"Sister Zhiwei..."

The boy in junior high school has not yet grown up, and is quite different in size from Su Zhiwei. When he stands, he only reaches her chest. In addition, Yao Qing is still lowering his head at this moment, not daring to look at Su Zhiwei. His whole body seems to be Down to the ground.

"I haven't been back for a year, but you have grown taller again." Su Zhiwei's voice became softer.

"...No matter how high it is, when we line up at school, I can only stand third."

"You'll still grow."

Su Zhiwei raised her hand to gesture to the top of his head, and then raised it to a position higher than herself, "You will grow taller than my sister and become a man who stands upright."

"...but they all call me a sissy." Yao Qing bit her lips and mustered up the courage to look up into Su Zhiwei's eyes.

"Sister Zhiwei...will the things I embroider really look girly?"

The young man's eyes were full of confusion and struggle. He stood in the middle of the mist, with countless figures behind him laughing and pointing at him, like a painfully lost person.

Su Zhiwei looked at him, with a touch of tenderness in her eyes. She held the boy's hand and raised it. The slender fingertips were covered with puncture wounds and thick calluses. They didn't look like a twelve-year-old. The three-year-old boy's hands were rough, like those of a middle-aged man who had been doing farm work all year round.

"Whether a girl is a sissy or not depends not on what you do, but on whether you show will and courage when doing it."

Su Zhiwei looked at the scarred hands with a faint smile on her face.

"Don't worry about what other people think. They won't understand the hard work behind you... and they won't understand that someone with such hands can never be a sissy."