After tinkering with it for a long time, there was no response from the box, and I don't know how I accidentally touched the mechanism in the first place.
"Zhutian, you can do it, I don't want to die in this destructive era."
Yang Zimei gave the box to Long Zhutian.
Long Zhutian also worked on it very carefully for a long time, but the mechanism was motionless and could not be opened no matter what, just like a lifeless box.
"Oh, do we really have to stay here?"
Yang Zimei stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.
The scene before my eyes is completely different from that of the 21st century.
There are no high-rise buildings, no busy traffic, only scattered dilapidated houses, muddy roads, and emaciated refugees.
However, the air is exceptionally fresh, there is pristine ecology everywhere, and the environment has not been damaged.
"They come, the security."
Long Zhutian stood side by side with her and looked out, comforting him, "Maybe the time for us to go back has not yet come."
"We won't wait for several years before we can go back. Will the people at home be anxious to death when they find out that we are missing suddenly? My grandma and others will definitely cry their eyes out."
Yang Zimei was very worried, "If I had known that we would travel through time like this, I would have said hello to them first."
Long Zhutian listened quietly to her complaints and worries.
No one could have predicted this.
Now, all he wants to think about is, what should they do next?
What should I do if I accidentally change history and cannot go back?
He is an orphan. As long as he can be with Yang Zimei, it doesn't matter where he is.
But Yang Zimei was different. He knew better than anyone else her nostalgia for her relatives and friends.
It was getting dark gradually.
The ancient night sky, which has not been polluted, looks extremely clear, clean and pure blue, and the stars are also very dazzling and bright, making it very comfortable to watch.
Yang Zimei began to watch the stars.
She couldn't calculate the fate of herself and Long Zhutian, but she could observe the stars and detect the changes in this world.
There is nothing unusual about the stars in the sky. What they show is that the world is a bit chaotic.
Could it be that if she and Long Zhutian traveled here, it would not have much impact, just like a stone thrown into the sea?
But she is confident that with her and Long Zhutian's abilities, it is not impossible to make waves in this still ignorant and backward world.
"Meimei, what do the stars say?"
Long Zhutian saw her exploring the starry sky and didn't bother him until she turned to look at him.
"Maybe we are just a grain of sand in a big wave."
"Haha, human power, no matter how great it is, is small in the tide of history."
Long Zhutian smiled and said, "I was just thinking that even if we change the world a little bit, we cannot change the tide of history. In this case, we might as well live in this time and space.
Just do whatever you want, just like going on vacation."
"Yes! Let's go down the mountain. There's no need to be invisible. Let's see what we encounter."
Yang Zimei nodded, "It's our fate to come here. If we really can't go back, it's our fate too. Why force it?"
"Haha, you stupid woman."
Long Zhutian smiled, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, "No matter where we are, I think as long as we are still together, it is not a bad thing."
"That's right."
Yang Zimei nodded, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen again, and then he thought of a question stupidly, "The ancients didn't have sanitary napkins, right? How did ancient women solve the problem of aunties?"
When she suddenly asked, Long Zhutian, a man, was stunned.
How does he know how women in ancient times solved the aunt problem?
Damn it, aunt!
Long Zhutian thought about what happened in the hotel again, and felt depressed again.