Chapter 369 Weaving Destiny

This voice interrupted Chen Ling's thoughts. He thought for a moment in the room and opened the door.

At this moment, his eyes were full of bloodshot. Anger, fatigue, and helplessness were revealed in his eyes. He stood weakly at the door.

"What's the matter?"

The person in front of the counter was the beautiful boy who asked him about the glasses that day. He looked at Chen Ling and blinked, and asked crisply:

"Boss, I want to play basketball."

"Ah?"

"Basketball." The beautiful boy made a crotch dribbling action, then turned around and shook his shoulders skillfully twice, "I want to play basketball, do you have it?"

"...No."

Hearing these two words, the beautiful boy's face was obviously disappointed.

Just as he was about to leave with his head down, his peripheral vision seemed to see something, and his eyes lit up slightly.

"Boss~"

"What again?" Chen Ling was about to continue thinking about his third-level skills, but was interrupted and spoke helplessly.

"Is that basket still in use? Can you give it to me?"

The beautiful boy pointed to an abandoned bamboo basket in the corner.

Chen Ling glanced over there and waved his hand casually, "Take it."

The beautiful boy happily picked up the bamboo basket and walked to the yard. He quickly took off the bamboo weaving on it and began to weave it again in his hands. Like a magic trick, he soon made a simple hollow ball.

This boy's hands are quite skillful.

An idea flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and he retracted his gaze and no longer paid attention to the boy.

The beautiful boy ran to the backyard alone, constantly throwing and catching the ball, playing happily. Soon another figure walked down the stairs and walked straight into the yard.

Her voice interrupted Chen Ling's meditation again.

"Hello, have you seen my brother?" The person who spoke was the blue-clothed woman who was with the beautiful boy, with a gentle and soft voice.

Chen Ling pointed to the backyard.

The blue-clothed woman frowned slightly when she saw the beautiful boy playing in the backyard.

"Why are you playing with the ball again?" She walked to the handsome boy, raised her hand to grab the hollow bamboo ball falling from the air, and spoke in a deep voice.

The handsome boy grabbed nothing, and widened his eyes in dissatisfaction:

"I'm not playing, I'm playing basketball!"

"What you should do now is to learn painting and practice dancing, instead of wasting time playing with the ball."

Hearing this conversation, Chen Ling at the counter lowered her eyes, and was not interested at all... This kind of scene of parents scolding their children is the same whether it is before or after the catastrophe.

"I don't like those things!" The handsome boy shouted with his neck stiff.

"Asshole." The green-clothed woman's face was extremely gloomy. "If you can't paint and don't have any skills, you have no future! Do you really want to stay in this town for the rest of your life?"

"Why is playing basketball not a skill? No future?"

"This is the era! Have you ever seen anyone who can enter the main city by playing basketball?"

"I don't care!" The beautiful boy shouted angrily,

"If others can't do it, can't I do it? I have been playing basketball since I was a child, and I am good at it! This is my skill!

I have never learned painting or dancing, and I don't have this talent. In this case, why can't I go my own way? Do what I am good at?"

"You!"

The beautiful boy's shout was very loud, even the residents on other floors heard this voice, but it did not attract anyone's attention. They just sighed at the passion and persistence of the youth.

Behind the counter, Chen Ling, whose thoughts were repeatedly interrupted by the beautiful boy and the green-clothed woman, was slightly shocked.

Go your own way...

For some reason, the boy said so much, and these five words suddenly became like a steel stamp on Chen Ling's mind, lingering.

He subconsciously looked towards the backyard.

"Be yourself? How old are you? Do you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong?"

"Does it matter whether I can tell the difference or not?"

The beautiful boy gritted his teeth, squatted down slightly, and suddenly jumped up in the next moment, holding the bamboo ball held high above the woman's head with his fingertips easily.

"I remember the feeling of the basketball every time I touched it, and the comfort of sweating every time. They have become instincts and deeply engraved in my mind, allowing me to do things you can't do!

I don't want to be a painter or a big star. Those are not me! I want to be myself!"

Bang!

The boy seemed angry, and threw the bamboo ball in his hand out with force. It whistled past the ears of the woman in green, hit the wall behind and bounced high, and then happened to hit and kill an ant watching the excitement in the bushes.

At this moment, the boy's words fell into Chen Ling's ears, like thunder roaring!

Those are not me... Be myself.

Chen Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter!

Yes!

Whether it is Shengdan, Jingmo, Chou, or other roles, those are not Chen Ling himself after all... No matter how hard he acts, no matter how devoted he is, it is extremely difficult to have a sense of conviction!

In this case, why does he play a drama role instead of playing himself directly?

The love since childhood and countless times of practice have made the boy deeply engrave basketball in his heart. When he does these things, he will naturally have a sense of conviction... and this sense of conviction, Chen Ling also had it!

"I am good at... not Shengdan, Jingmo, Chou, or other roles on stage... All of this is just acting for me..."

"My role should be... the director?"

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Chen Ling's eyes are as bright as stars!

At this moment, the fog covering his road completely dissipated, and a deserted road that almost no one had ever set foot on appeared in front of Chen Ling!

Chen Ling, who possessed [No Appearance], naturally had the ability to play a role, but in the final analysis, his thinking logic was still that of a director!

Killing through the tavern on Bingquan Street and teasing the law enforcement officer; Bingdao Guzang committed suicide at the beginning, causing a fight behind the scenes; and driving a train to force his way into Aurora City, a magic show not long ago... He Chen Ling has come to this day, and every time he experiences an event, he cuts in from the perspective of a director to solve the problem. This is the habitual thinking brought about by his years of studying and working in this industry before he traveled through time!

Since he does not have the talent for Shengdan Jingmo Chou, why should he follow their path instead of walking out a path of his own as a director? Maybe this third-level skill requires him to play not anyone... but the director Chen Ling, himself!

Using the sense of belief as a director to influence the surrounding environment...

The woman in green grabbed the boy's ears and walked back to the room angrily. The boy's wailing reached Chen Ling's ears, but he had no intention of listening;

At this moment, Chen Ling was standing behind the unattended counter, holding the pen in the air, motionless like a sculpture.

This process lasted for five minutes,

The tip of his pen touched the paper heavily,

The ink spread on it, and Chen Ling, who was in a state of mental storm, slowly and firmly wrote two words.

[Weaving Destiny].