"Who... who is it?"
Boom——
Cangzong dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed,
Rain poured violently, like an enraged thunderstorm drenching the muddy path, ripples
overlapped in the puddles' reflections, crimson shadows shattered and fragmented.
A figure in a red opera robe, stumbling as if drunk,
slogged through the mud, wide sleeves fluttering wildly, the robe
was washed by the mud and rain, and the smear of what looked like blood, bright red against the dark night, caused a sudden fright.
"So noisy... so noisy!"
"Shut your damn mouth!"
"Stop... stop... please stop...
...!"
"Don't… you mustn't… you can't do this!"
Her wet black hair clung to her brow, her eyes scattered and dazed.
Confused, she struggled painfully, holding her head with both hands, trying to remember something.
She screamed into the street, but her voice carried no further, being drowned by the heavy rain.
Thud——
In the dim light, she tripped over a protruding stone and fell hard, hitting the ground!
Dimly lit, I tripped over a protruding stone block and fell hard!A streak of crimson blood rolled down from my temple, and I collapsed in a daze.Just as suddenly, my turbid eyes widened slightly.Wiping a bit."Chen Ling..."Suddenly, lightning flashed in my mind.At the moment I thought of her, fragmented memories seemed to break apart, bursting forth like the remnants of my brain, merging weakly with the ground."...Time travel?"
Chen Lingmei's brows were tightly furrowed, and the digestive tools in the stomach produced fragmented memories,
her brain was pierced by a knife-like pain.
Chen Lingmei interned in the Beijing Theatre, studying directing.
After finishing performances at the theatre, she would often stay alone on the stage to design and rehearse,
but sudden violent tremors would strike, causing excruciating pain in her head, resulting in temporary loss of consciousness.
Upon careful examination, there was a chance that a spotlight could fall...
However, Chen Lingmei's fragmented memories of the digestive tools surprised her,
and the tools' memories began to assault her mind, shattering fragments of memories into battle,
causing Chen Lingmei's brain to feel as if it was about to explode.
Taking a deep breath with difficulty, struggling to crawl up, in a costume robe
Black patches and red patches, looking extremely messy.
Yawning repeatedly, my body feels heavy, my eyes continuously strained after staying up five nights in a row
Writing scripts until late, completely drained and exhausted…
"Let's sleep…"
Exhaustion splits my thoughts so that I can hardly think clearly, and
Leaning on nearby furniture, I drift into sleep.
No matter how unwilling I am, once on the furniture,
Memories come back in a flood. After taking care of my younger brother in the hospital,
Finally back home, I lie down, and sleep flows in with the rhythm of the clock.
At the moment he was stepping out, the journey was far from over.
The rain was piercing and cold, chilling Chen Ling to the bone, making his whole body shiver uncontrollably. He forced himself to endure the cold and fatigue, trudging through the rainy streets for hours, finally arriving at the memory of long-forgotten doors.
Chen Ling groped through his pockets, fumbling for the key, and then skillfully dug through the bottom of his bag to retrieve a spare key, unlocking the door.
Creak—
Warm light poured into the small room, illuminating the dark corners of the rainy night and brightening Chen Ling's pale, gaunt figure.
The moment the lamp flickered, Chen Ling's tense nerves relaxed a little, and the cold and fatigue seemed to be driven away by the faint light.
Stepping into the house, in the corner by the dining table, a figure sat with flushed cheeks, having just cried.
The atmosphere was heavy, and the person stared blankly before slowly turning.
"Dad… I… I…"
Chen Ling, with a dizzy head, reflexively prepared to change shoes, then started walking barefoot, feeling the traces of mud squeezed between her toes and leaving her own black footprints on the floor.
Sitting at the table, the figure pushed the red-clad Chen Ling with trembling hands, causing her pupils to constrict violently!
"Ah… ah…"
A growl rolled from the throat, mouth opening into a terrifying, ghostly expression.
"Are you… really thirsty? Very thirsty." Hearing this, Chen Ling completely relaxed, her consciousness teetering on the brink of fainting, mumbling as she staggered into the kitchen, hugging a bucket and drinking greedily.
Gulp, gulp, gulp…
In the kitchen, the pale-red figure seemed like a wild beast, greedily consuming the liquid.
The corners of the mouth seep out, dripping, and dripping
, reflecting the horror of the living room.
"Ah ... Ah Ling? "The drums are strong, the drums are brave, and the drums are shaking
,"... How do you do it? "
Chen Ling swallowed wildly while holding the bucket, mumbling and chattering
The weight of the fist is adjusted according to the size of the gun
The barrel is stuffed, and the mouth is broken.
Combine plastic and chew, and the water flows wildly
, Smooth!
"Oh, that's right."
The Yankees are on the back.
👋... Back.
The game is based on immersive football and immersive football
Clear and clear,
The stadium is red
Dressed in Chen Ling, the stalls are double-headed, and the stalls are open.