"Masters, don't stand outside, come in and have fun..."
On the bustling streets, shops are lined up in rows, and stalls line both sides of the road. There are shouts and shouts, and people come and go, making it very lively.
In a remote alley in the city, several beggars were leaning against the wall listlessly.
The sun at noon is too strong, and those who sit outside begging will get their butts burned. They will wait until an hour later, when the weather gets cooler, to go out to beg.
At the far end of the alley, there was a person lying across the street.
It was a young man with a pale face and plain clothes. He had been lying there motionless for several hours.
The beggars occasionally glanced into the alley and chatted casually.
"Tsk, tsk, I don't know who it is, but he is so cruel..."
"Those people struck too hard, but this scholar's body is too weak to resist the beating. He has been lying down for several hours, and I don't know if he can survive it..."
"If he doesn't wake up tomorrow, he can't stay in this alley, lest he be discovered by the government and become someone else's scapegoat..."
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The noisy sound coming from nowhere kept hitting Tangning's eardrums, making it difficult to hear the content clearly and making people upset. He wanted to block his ears, but found that he couldn't.
His consciousness was extremely clear, but he couldn't control his body, even if he just moved his fingers or opened his eyes.
The faint pain radiating from various parts of his body made him become more awake, and some memories began to emerge clearly in his mind.
Two hours ago, he had just completed the defense of two graduation thesis and successfully obtained a dual master's degree from a university in the northwest. Before that, he had not slept for two days and two nights in order to revise the thesis.
When he left school and rushed back to the orphanage where he grew up, he finally couldn't bear the fatigue and fell asleep on the bus.
When you wake up, it's now.
The environment outside was noisy, his body was sore, and he couldn't open his eyes--could there have been a car accident while he was sleeping?
Tang Ning could only think of this possibility. He was a little lucky, but also a little scared. Fortunately, he was still conscious, and at least his life was saved. What he was afraid of was that he would become a vegetative state. After the old dean left, he would no longer be able to live in this world.
I have a loved one, but I wonder how the hospital will treat a vegetative person who cannot contact any family members or friends?
He began to work hard to control his body and opened his eyes desperately.
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A small figure walked in from the alley. It was a little beggar. His clothes were tattered and patched, but he was not as dirty as other beggars. Under his messy hair, he had a pair of clear eyes.
The little beggar walked to the deepest part of the alley, glanced at the figure lying on the ground, paused, walked around him, and squatted down in the corner next to him.
Listening to the discussion of those beggars, the little beggar looked at the young man lying on the ground.
The man's fingers moved, as if he was thirsty, and he licked his lips several times in a short period of time.
The little beggar suddenly stood up and walked out of the alley.
Tang Ning still couldn't control his body, and his eyelids were still heavy, but he was able to move his fingers and lick his dry lips.
Suddenly there was the sound of slight footsteps, as if someone was approaching. The person stopped beside him, and not long after, cool liquid slipped into his throat.
If Tang Ning's lips are like parched earth, then this coolness is like the rain from a long drought.
Tangning was surprised to find that he could control his body.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "Nurse, I..."
His voice stopped suddenly, because what he saw was not an angel in white wearing a nurse's uniform, but a dirty little face, about eleven or twelve years old, male or female, with messy hair.
A pair of big eyes are bright and lively.
The other party held a lotus leaf in his hand, folded it and made it into a container. There was water in the container, which should have been used to feed him just now.
This is not a hospital, and he is not lying on a hospital bed. He is lying in an alley, not far away, and several beggars in ragged clothes are leaning against the wall, looking at him with strange eyes.
When the little beggar saw that he was awake, he silently retreated to the corner and stopped looking at him.
"Gu, Gu Gu..."
The first thing Tangning needed to figure out was not where he was or how he got here, but how he could fill his stomach.
He was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stand up...
The little beggar took out a paper bag from his arms and opened it. There was a cold bun inside.
"Gu, Gu Gu..." Tangning stared at the bun.
The little beggar put the bun to his mouth.
"Gu, Gu Gu..." Tangning was still staring at the bun.
The little beggar looked at him, with a look of hesitation on his dirty little face. After thinking for a while, he divided the bun into two halves and handed half over.
Without hesitation, Tang Ning stuffed half of the bun into her mouth and swallowed it in big gulps.
Stuffed with cabbage.
The little beggar put the remaining half of the bun to his mouth, and heard the voice again: "Gu, Gu Gu..."
This time, Tang Ning didn't look at the little beggar. The bun in the little beggar's hand had already been brought to his mouth, but he didn't bite it.
After a while, the other half of the bun was handed over, but Tang Ning didn't take it.
The little beggar placed the half of the bun on the lotus leaf, stood up, and walked out of the alley.
Tang Ning looked out of the alley, trying hard to remember the silhouette in his mind. After a long time, he picked up half of the cabbage-filled bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in big gulps.
The buns were big and filled with fillings. After eating one bun, he finally regained some strength.
He reached into his pocket and prepared to take out his cell phone.
No pockets, no cell phone.
He lowered his head and finally realized something was wrong.
His clothes, his shoes, his--his hands!
There was a look of disbelief on his face. He reached out and touched his face. He looked around blankly and walked towards a puddle not far away after the rain...
Above the water, an extremely unfamiliar face was reflected.
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Tang Ning stood at the entrance of the alley. Two steps ahead, there was a street full of people coming and going.
He looked confused, stretched out his hands, and looked down. He still can't accept this reality.
Can't accept his body, his appearance, the world he lives in...
He just slept on the bus!
People were coming and going around him, all dressed up in ancient costumes. He stepped out and walked around the streets. He found no cameras or anything like that, and no trace of modern technology.
Let him see a car, an air conditioner, even a tricycle...
No, there is nothing, not to mention tricycles, not even bicycles.
If it weren't for his body, he might still have a glimmer of hope, but looking at his hands, which were obviously smaller in size, the mark on his left hand that had been accidentally scratched a few days ago had disappeared without a trace...
He graduated with a master's degree at the age of twenty-three. His current body looks like that of sixteen or seventeen years old at most. Both appearance and body shape are completely different from before.
He has been interested in traditional Chinese culture since he was a child. During his master's degree, in addition to his major, he also obtained a master's degree in Chinese language and literature. In his spare time, he also read novels, both traditional and online. He is no longer familiar with this situation.
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If this was not a dream, he might have traveled through time.
Just yesterday, he had just finished reading a historical time-travel novel called "The Little Scholar", in which the protagonist traveled through time after sleeping in the library, which was somewhat similar to his situation.
The difference is that the guy named Li Yi had a library in his mind when he traveled through time. With a vast amount of modern knowledge, he split the earth and became a king in another world, and finally lived a shameless life with a group of wives and concubines.
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He has also read some other types of time travel novels. Others who have traveled through time have rings, systems, and libraries. Under the guidance of the white-bearded old man, they embark on a path to become a peerless strong man who defies the heavens...
He has nothing.
He doesn't even know who he is or where he lives. The time traveler is like this. In addition to being unable to accept the reality of time travel, he is also a little sad.
He walked on the street in a daze, without a system or a golden finger. At least he knew who he was, where his home was, what kind of place he was, and whether he could still eat steamed buns stuffed with cabbage for his next meal...
Feeling unbearably hungry and depressed, Tangning couldn't help but raise her middle finger and cursed angrily: "God, are you going to do this..."
A black shadow quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.
Bang!
On a two-story building on the street, a pretty woman looked at the young man who fell down on the street and was stunned for a moment.
She covered her face and murmured: "It's over, my hand slipped..."
Above the attic, people began to come down in a hurry.
On the street, among the crowd, a young man looked at the figure lying on the ground and shouted: "Quickly, get the hydrangea back for me!"
Tangning was lying on the ground, her mind buzzing, and something wet flowed down her forehead.
He held a big red ball in his arms, which was solid.
He didn't dare to scold God anymore because he was afraid that next time what would fall from the sky would not be rocks but knives.
He hugged the thing in his arms tightly, this was the murder weapon, this was the evidence!
You were beaten and bleeding, why should you pay some compensation?
When he has money, he wants to buy steamed buns, ten of them!
He also wants to give the little beggar a bun, no, ten, a hundred!
There was the sound of chaotic footsteps around him, as those people were grabbing the evidence in his arms.
Tangning curled up, hugged the thing tightly in her arms, gritted her teeth, and refused to let go.
A bunch of bastards, they've already done this to themselves, yet they still want to steal the murder weapon and destroy the evidence - are they still human?
First fists fell on him, then feet.
When he was a child in the orphanage, he was often bullied like this, but he still held the murderous weapon tightly.
This is not a murder weapon, this is evidence, a hundred steamed buns...
"Stop, stop quickly..."
There was a sharp voice, and Tang Ning opened her eyes and saw several people wearing official uniforms from costume dramas walking towards her quickly.
