"In the middle of the night on May 7, the US-led NATO brutally bombed the Chinese Embassy in Yugoslavia. Xinhua News Agency reporter Shao Yunhuan in Belgrade and Guangming Daily reporter Xu Hu and his wife Zhu Ying died at the same time."
The front page news of today's "People's Daily" came from the radio of the old man next to them. Facing the hot sunshine above their heads, Carl and the five stood on the crowded downtown street, looking at the strange and familiar people around them at a loss.
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An extremely old-style two-story bus passed in front of Huang Xiaobei and others and slowly stopped. A large number of passengers of all kinds got off the bus. Most of the women had long, wavy hair permed, and their lips were
Their lipstick is very bright, their eyebrows are heavily painted, and most of the young girls wear plaid skirts and midriff-baring tops.
Staring at the makeup that was popular in the 1980s and 1990s, Huang Xiaobei squinted his eyes.
"Hey, Lao Wang called me." A young man wearing high-waisted jeans and a mushroom haircut similar to Aaron Kwok walked past Huang Xiaobei with a playful smile and played with a small black box in his hand.
Two young men in plaid shirts on his left and right stretched their necks and said, "Have you bought a new BB camera again? How much does it cost?"
"Shaved ice, shaved ice, it's two cents when it's cold, it's ten cents when it's not." The aunt pushing the shaved ice cart shouted as she passed in front of Huang Xiaobei and the other five people.
"Hello? Hello? Louder!" The white Nissan stopped on the side of the road. The bulky boss in a suit wore a big gold ring and held a mobile phone in his hand. He opened the car door and stood on the side of the road and shouted, "What? Raising funds?"
?No money, no money, not even a penny! Ah? Going to sing karaoke at night? Let’s talk about it later.”
A group of gray-yellow low-rise buildings stood opposite him. Various models of very old Nissan Toyotas passed quickly on the street, and various bicycles were mixed among the vehicles on the road.
Traffic roads are far less spacious than they were a dozen years ago, and newsstands, grocery stores, and audio stores have opened one after another on both sides of the streets.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of them, the five Carls blinked their eyes in shock, completely confused as to why they, who were still in the Demon Party's underground laboratory one second, appeared in the bustling place the next second.
The streets of the downtown area? And why... why does this place look so familiar...
"The Americans bully people too much! If I were in Beijing, I would go to their embassy to protest!" While Carl and others stood there dumbly, a few old men at the bus stop were reading newspapers and listening to the radio.
Suddenly he started to curse.
"Protest? Is protest useful? Fight them!" A dark-faced man said with his hands behind his back and his eyes wide.
"Fight? Can we beat others? What do the Americans use? F15 third-generation aircraft! What about us? J-7! What to fight with? How to fight!"
Another skinny man sighed and said, "Forget about the F15, our fourth-generation aircraft has made its first flight every two years. What do you think? Let's just study how to use the J-7 and J-8 to defeat their F22."
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Listening to the chatter of several old men around them, Weslin and Karl looked at each other, "The F22 made its first flight two years ago?"
Lao Wei frowned, "Isn't it right? Didn't the F22 first fly in 1997? Wait, the news on the radio just now..."
"I love you so much!" Carl and Weslin were doubting life. A young man with an afro, toad glasses, and bell-bottom pants carried a large portable stereo on his shoulders.
They walked past the five Carles while singing and dancing to Aaron Kwok's "Endless Love for You".
Huang Xiaobei and the other five watched the spirited young man from the last century leave in front of them, and then turned their attention to an audio store behind the station. They heard Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea" played by Huang Xiaobei at the door of the audio store.
He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly rushed into the store.
As soon as he entered the store, Huang Xiaobei exclaimed, "What a CD? And a tape? I haven't seen this thing in years!"
Facing this scene that seemed like a world away, Weslin supported the unconscious Andreev and looked blankly at the short old buildings opposite. The reason why he was confused was because Weslin saw the few buildings in front of him.
The small square in the middle of a low building.
Staring at the very familiar small square, Lao Wei's eyes widened, "Sir, isn't this square the one near our hotel? A group of old men and old ladies dance in the square at night, isn't it?
Around here... No, yes, this must be that square! There are two broken stone lions at the gate for some reason, and the others are exactly the same! The trees are all the same, and the sky is the street lamp.
It’s changed a bit.”
As he said that, Lao Wei took another look at what should be a commercial building, but now it turned into a dilapidated building in a short and old neighborhood, "But the buildings around it... I remember that there are tall financial buildings all around.
?Why are there just a few old community houses now?"
At this time, Chu Zifeng frowned and looked into the distance, pointed and said, "Have you seen that Industrial and Commercial Bank of China? It's exactly the same as the one at the front of the hotel."
Hearing this, Lao Wei rushed over and stretched his neck. After staring at the particularly familiar Industrial and Commercial Bank of China for a long time, Wei Silin opened his mouth and squinted his eyes as if he was demented.
Is there a commercial street, I’m crazy, I’m crazy about this, this, this…”
After listening to Weslin's words, Karl said nothing, but silently turned his head and glanced at the green iron bus stop sign next to him.
"Crescent Square, Minsheng Community, Shangxing Cotton Factory..." Carl's mouth twitched because he had heard Master Dao say before that Tianlong Hotel was originally a textile factory...
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At this time, Huang Xiaobei walked out of the audio store. His face was pale and he said excitedly, "Hey, did you see it? It's a CD and tape? Look, Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea" is actually a new song!"
Weslin and others looked like they had been hit too hard and had not yet recovered. Even Karl looked around and said, "Senior, where is this?"
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment.
He raised his head and looked at Karl. Seeing that Karl was observing his surroundings seriously and with some embarrassment, Huang Xiaobei touched his head and smiled.
"Oh, it seems to be more than ten years ago here, well, it should be, and if I guessed correctly, it was probably 1999." After saying that, Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "It's actually still 1999.
Ah, your uncle... I thought he would come somewhere else this time."
Listening to Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea" playing in the audio store next to him, he looked around at the various people dressed in clothes from the 1980s and 1990s. Karl touched it thoughtfully.
His chin said, "Senior, is this your ability? Travel through time and space? No, your ability should be more than
..." At this time, Karl suddenly looked at Huang Xiaobei and said with serious eyes, "Senior, this shouldn't be your first time here, right?"
"Ah?" Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then touched his head and said, "Oh, I've been here once before..."
Karl did not pursue the question further, but just sighed and smiled, "Then senior, how are we going to go back? We won't stay here for the rest of our lives, right?"
Huang Xiaobei scratched his face and said, "Let's go back... Well, I don't know for sure. Anyway, I seemed to have gone back suddenly last time, and I probably stayed here for about two or three days.
Oh, by the way, I don’t seem to feel hungry here or go to the toilet, so what else is there?” Huang Xiaobei tried his best to recall everything he experienced when he last came to this era.
"Oh, that's right, people here don't seem to be able to see us, and we can't seem to touch them. Other than that, there doesn't seem to be much else."
Karl frowned, "Time observer? You can only watch this era and not make any changes?"
"You are so uneducated, I don't understand what you are talking about," Huang Xiaobei shrugged, "Anyway, the last time I came here was to visit my dad, and after staying with him for two or three days, I
I went back somehow. But I tried to talk to my dad, but he couldn't hear or see me at all."
After saying that, Huang Xiaobei said with a smile, "But I can definitely go back. It just so happens that we can travel around the style of the late 1990s in the past two days, and you can also recuperate by the way. Perfect!"
Weislin supported the unconscious Brother Maozi, looked around and said, "Then according to what you say, can't we stay in a star-rated hotel now without spending money?"
"That's right! How about this place?" Huang Xiaobei chuckled, "To be honest, I want to stay here for the rest of my life. I don't have to worry about food or drink. It would be great."
At this time, Karl suddenly looked at Huang Xiaobei, his eyes flickered and said, "Senior, can I ask you a question?"
"you say."
"When was the last time you were here?"
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobei lowered his head. After a long time, he uttered a sentence in a deep voice, "Not long after my father left."
Karl's eyes looked a little downcast, and he nodded to Huang Xiaobei at a loss, "I'm sorry, senior, I..."
Smiling and raising his head, Huang Xiaobei looked very careless and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter, it's been so many years. Let's go, let's take a good tour with me."
...Ninety..." Before he could finish speaking, the pale Huang Xiaobei felt his eyes dizzy and his brain dizzy. Finally, under the gazes of Karl and others, he was exhausted.
Huang Xiaobei fell straight to the ground.
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Opening his eyes drowsily, Huang Xiaobei sat up from the hard wooden bed with his hands on his hands and looked around at the empty room. Huang Xiaobei blinked blankly.
This place seemed to be a very ordinary small hotel for two people. Opposite him was a small color TV with only a few dozen dollars, and the quilt on the bed was embroidered with rustic red flowers. Huang Xiaobei turned his head and looked around, breathing steadily.
Andreev was sleeping on the bed next to him, while the pale Chu Zifeng was sitting on the ground opposite him, meditating and resting.
As if hearing the noise Huang Xiaobei made when he woke up, Chu Zifeng opened his eyes, and his overall complexion seemed to have improved a bit, no longer as weak as before.
"Scumbag Chu, where are Karl and Lao Wei?" Huang Xiaobei rubbed his eyes and asked drowsily.
"They went out to find plasma for us. How is your health?" Chu Zifeng looked at Huang Xiaobei.
Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, thinking when did this scumbag learn to care about others? At that moment, the special correspondent sat on the bed, rubbed his head and said with a giggle, "It's not bad, I feel much better after not sleeping."
,Hey, how long have I been asleep?"
"Not much, thirty-two hours. Also, if you recover, can you help me?"
Huang Xiaobei looked at him strangely, "What are you doing?"
Hearing this, Chu Zifeng stood up from the ground and said, "Let me sleep for a while."
"I, you..." Huang Xiaobei, who seemed to be resurrected after sleeping, cursed and walked out of the bed, "Uncle, I thought you cared about me, I have to sleep with you."
, I’m going out for a walk.”
As soon as Chu Zifeng lay down, Weslin and Karl opened the door and walked in with two bags of plasma.