April 1, 1996, 7:30 a.m.

After smoking a cigarette, Qi Jingtao returned to the duty room, kept the program he had written, and then inspected the computer room again, and began to supplement the duty record sheet every two hours. Judging from the system logs, the time and space meeting with Lao Qi did not leave any clues, and everything was normal. This is easy to do, God knows, Lao Qi knows me too, the paper duty record form is convenient, fill it out casually, write it casually, everything is OK!

Back in the office again, this time there's someone.

"Zhang Gongzao!" After such a long time, Qi Jingtao finally saw the real person and smelled the human smell, no, it was the smell of meat buns.

"Xiao Qi, get up, there was nothing wrong last night!" Zhang Hong, who came to take over, still had a meat bun in his mouth, and smiled at Qi Jingtao embarrassedly.

"What could be the matter? I checked it again and everything is fine. Qi Jingtao's expression was a little strange.

"Let's eat early, we should be hungry for a night. I know you don't like to eat soy milk buns, so I didn't bring your portion. Zhang Hong said, and raised the soy milk bag he was holding in his right hand.

"The advantage of working the night shift is that I don't have to work early, and I haven't eaten chicken rice noodles for several days. Let's go!" As he spoke, Qi Jingtao packed up his toiletries early and left the office.

When he came to the gate of the company, Qi Jingtao did not go to the garage to ride, and went to the urban area more than ten miles away from the group to eat chicken rice noodles. I don't know why, but he feels very good and wants to climb the mountain. One turned around and walked in the direction of Tower Hill, where the ancient pagoda stood.

Tashan is not high, counting from the foot of the mountain, to the position of the ancient tower on the top of the mountain is only about 40 meters of vertical height, in the middle of Yunnan Bazi is just a small hill, a small hill package. The factory of Nantian Tobacco Group is located at the foot of Tashan Mountain, a small dam that extends into several other mountains. The lower half of Tower Hill is dotted with buildings, and the upper half is a hill and cemetery for nearby farmers. A seven-story ancient pagoda stands alone on the top of the main mountain, occupying the highest point within a radius of several miles. This ancient pagoda is an antique with a history of almost 800 years since the Mongols ruled.

Qi Jingtao walked along the path and stepped on the thatch that had reached the road to go up the mountain. Summer in central Yunnan comes early, the mountains in April are verdant, and several peach trees and pear trees distributed in the terraced fields have already grown leaves and bear fruit. The wheat planted in the field is verdant and grows well. There are a few figures scattered in the terraced terraces on the hills, looking at farmers who are dressed as early risers to go up the mountain. The workers rarely come to the mountains at this time. Those who work the night shift are changing shifts from the morning shift, most of the middle shifts are still sleeping, most of the white-collar workers who work the Changbai shift are still on their way to work, and those who are retired will not come to the top of the cemetery early in the morning to see the scenery.

Qi Jingtao, who lowered his head and climbed the mountain, didn't see it, and the ring on the middle finger of his left hand began to shine brightly, flickering. The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the faster the ring on the middle finger of your left hand flashes, and the ring seems to have an induction with the ancient tower.

Bypassing several graves, Qi Jingtao came to the base of the ancient tower, circled around the base of the tower, and sat on the steps of the base of the tower in a daze. He also didn't understand why he was crazy, climbing the mountain alone to see the scenery, and he felt a little inexplicable.

Looking at the vehicles, motorcycles and pedestrians coming to work one after another at the bottom of the mountain, Qi Jingtao laughed and scolded: "Damn, come to climb the mountain hungry, hell." ”

"Boy, where are the ghosts? There are dry bones in those graves. An old man's voice responded to Qi Jingtao's laughter and scolding.

"Who?

Qi Jingtao jumped up and looked around, and there were still people who came to the top of the mountain earlier to see the scenery?

"Don't wander around. I'm in the ring on your hand. An old man's voice rang in his ears.

Qi Jingtao raised his hands and saw that the ring on the middle finger of his left hand was shining. With the midnight experience, Qi Jingtao is also calm, is it time to reveal the mystery?

"Who are you?Lao Qi?" Qi Jingtao asked tentatively, he didn't know how to call the self-proclaimed 2016 Qi Jingtao, just call him Lao Qi, if it was really himself 20 years later, he could also be called "Lao Qi".

"Lao Qi, oh, you're talking about him! He's still over there in 2016, he can't come. ”

"Isn't it Lao Qi, who are you?" Qi Jingtao was inexplicably a little excited, Lao Qi was still in 2016, after all, it was himself, Lao Qi shouldn't be fine if he didn't come, right?

"You can call me Ming Chengdao, hehehe, or you can call me Lao Dao, old man, like the old Qi you said, it's just a name, whatever you want. ”

"Hehehehe, I'll still call you the old man, right?" Qi Jingtao smiled, it seems that the relationship between Lao Qi and this old Taoist is not bad.

"Boy, you're more polite than that old Qi. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, the Taoist chief praised it. What the hell is going on, boy, I'm still confused!" Qi Jingtao smiled embarrassedly.

"I won't talk about what happened, you can ask that old Qi when you have time. I came here today just to see this ancient tower. Boy, as long as you help Lao Dao fulfill his wish, Lao Dao will not hurt you. It's a waste of mana since 2016, I'm going to retreat, remember that when this tower was repaired, I helped Lao Dao put the main body of the ring on the pedestal of the tower, don't forget. ”

"I can still see Lao Qi?...... Dao Chief, Dao Chief...... Ming Chengdao ..... speak! Hey, hey...... Old man, speak, how can I contact Lao Qi? Brainless, hell! Say retreat, retreat, come far from 2016?" Qi Jingtao yelled angrily.

Qi Jingtao saw that the brilliance of the ring on the middle finger of his left hand gradually faded and returned to black. Qi Jingtao just looked at the ring blankly, looking at ...... Looking at it, I vaguely felt that there seemed to be something in the ring, not a specific item, but a huge boxy space.

Is the ring empty? By the way, the old man said that he was in the ring, could it be that Qi Jingtao woke up in shock. Wipe your eyes and look closely, the ring is still on the finger, all you can see is the black surface of the ring, smooth, nothing. With his right hand, he tried to pull out the ring, but it still grew on the middle finger of his left hand as if it were rooting.

What's going on? Is it a hallucination?

Qi Jingtao simply sat on the steps of the tower base and stretched out his left hand. Spread your finger and stare at the ring to take a closer look. The ring was still a smooth black surface, and nothing appeared.

My left hand turned over and looked at my eyes for several minutes, and my eyes were a little sore. Qi Jingtao simply closed his eyes, but he was still thinking about the contents of the ring. This time, Qi Jingtao seemed to "see" in his mind, and the ring was really a boxy space body. What's even more amazing is that Qi Jingtao feels as if he is on the ground level of this space, and he can still move around and watch, and visually it seems to have the area of the main engine room of the information center, which is a large computer room of seven or eight hundred square meters.

"It's so big, I wish I had such a big house. Qi Jingtao muttered.

The height is also amazing, and you can't see it visually. But the strange thing is that Qi Jingtao soon had an answer in his heart, the length, width and height are all 30 meters, which is really big enough.

When I opened my eyes, the space was gone, and the ring was still the same ring. I closed my eyes again, and there was nothing, and I meditated on the ring in my heart, and the space appeared in my mind again.

Qi Jingtao is like a child who has gotten a new toy, constantly experiencing and playing. Although the space was huge, he felt that he could freely view it from any position in the space. It was still empty, and nothing was found, and the old man was nowhere to be found.