Anna's surname is Annana. Father An was in the army in his early years, and later changed to business, which was quite successful. When my mother was young, she was a young woman in literature and art, and for a period of time she was deeply fascinated by the immortal Russian masterpiece "Anna Karenina" and couldn't extricate herself, so her daughter simply named her Anna. When she gave birth to Anna, Father Ann had already changed jobs. Anna has an older brother in front of her, who unfortunately died when she was a child, and only gave birth to Anna in middle age, who is regarded as a pearl in her palm, and raised her in a honey pot from childhood to adulthood, worthy of the name Bai Fumei.

Anna's mother is a big beauty, Anna follows her mother, her skin is snow-white, her figure is in front of her and her body is qiao, and she is beautiful from small to big. Studying ballet, music, and art, she studied at the Ecole Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris after going abroad, and said that the people who chased her lined up to the Eiffel Tower, which is not an exaggeration.

Anna is twenty-three years old. Last year, because I accidentally watched a documentary about the current situation of education in poor mountainous areas, I was deeply moved, so I volunteered to teach. An's father and mother only have one daughter, at first she refused, reluctant to let her suffer, but she couldn't resist her, but finally agreed, not only sent Anna to the teaching point she contacted, but also sponsored the school by the way. I thought that I would let her go for a few months, and when her momentum passed, it would be enough. I didn't expect her to persevere. Not only will we persevere, but we will continue to do so this year.

The school starts in September. In the last half month, Anna and a few friends went to the beach for a vacation. Last night she packed a suitcase full of suitcases, and seeing that it was still early, she deliberately went to do her hair again, dyed the color into a light chestnut color that matched her white skin, and permed a big roll on a whim, and was washed and blown like a Barbie doll, and then ...... today

Leaving for the airport today, the driver sent her to the departure hall, she got out of the car, while pushing the suitcase in, while staring down at the mobile phone screen and sending text messages to friends, she didn't pay attention to the steps under her feet, tripped and fell, snapped and fell to the ground, so painful that she almost didn't call her mother. When the pain was relieved, and when he reached out to pick up the mobile phone that was dropped on the side, he was stunned.

She was still lying on the steps, but not the tall marble steps at the entrance to the departure lounge.

It was as if it had suddenly turned into the middle of the night. Overhead, there were several dim yellow incandescent lights. The steps below her were made of concrete, dirty, with confetti thrown here and there, and there seemed to be a suspicious puddle of undried phlegm at hand. Opposite her are several old-fashioned glass-inlaid handle doors, with "Beware of Pickpockets" on the left and "Luggage Storage" on the right, with arrows drawn. It seemed to be a hall, and the lights were on, and through the unclean glass, it was vaguely visible that there were people inside, but perhaps it was too late, and there was no one moving.

Anna was completely stunned, and even forgot about the pain. In the middle of the night, I got up from the ground, didn't care about the dirty steps, sat down, and looked around blankly.

It's a square. The lights only illuminated the area close to this area, so the rest of the corners were black.

Her eyes finally fell on the red neon lights on the row of old buildings at the end of the square.

The neon sign lit up, revealing five words: "C City Railway Station".

Anna almost didn't jump up and pinched her flesh hard.

She obviously pulled her suitcase to the entrance hall of the airport, where she fell, why did she blink an eye, and the surroundings became like this?

She's there, and so are her belongings. But time, space, all wrong!

What's more, she knows that the capital of a certain province in the north of the motherland is rich in timber coal.

As an authentic southerner, although she has not had the opportunity to go to City C, she also knows with common sense that as a provincial capital, no matter how old the railway station is, it is impossible to be shabby like this!

After Anna was sure that she was not dreaming, she trembled and thought of a possibility, she fell and was played by the Crossing God!

Anna sat on the concrete steps, stunned for a long time, until a cold wind blew and shivered, and then she realized that the season here should be late autumn, and she was still wearing short sleeves.

She stroked the goosebumps that popped up on both arms, finally pulled herself together, got up from the ground, picked up the phone that had hurt her, and after unlocking her fingerprint, she found that the signal grid was empty, the time display, or the date before she fell, and, half past eleven in the morning.

Anna shoved her phone back, dragged her suitcase softly, pushed open the glass door, and entered the waiting hall.

The hall was empty, but much warmer than the outside. There was a large wall clock on the opposite wall, and the time showed half past one in the morning. There are rows of wooden benches with green paint removed.

Because it was quite late, there were not many people waiting for the bus, about a few dozen. Some are curled up on benches to sleep, others are sitting and napping, and there are large bags tied up with rope on the floor, and many bulging snakeskin bags.

The way everyone was dressed and the atmosphere reminded Anna of the old photos of her parents when they were young.

She pushed the door open and entered, alarming several people sitting on the benches in the doorway. Lazily turning his head to look over.

A woman in her early thirties wearing a blue lapel jacket and bell-bottomed pants looked at Anna from head to toe and pouted. The man wearing glasses next to him should be her husband, who was napping, with a string of saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, and was alarmed by the sound of pushing the door, opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Anna, and he froze at once, and kept following her, even forgetting to wipe the saliva at the corner of his mouth.

The woman was a little angry and pinched him in the arm with her nails. The man was in pain, hurriedly raised his glasses, and lowered his head.

"Female rascal!"

As Anna passed by, she faintly heard the woman behind her muttering something in a low voice.

She pretended not to hear and walked towards what looked like a duty point in the corner.

She was desperate to know what time it was.

Anna went to the window with a banner that read, "Learn from Comrade Lei Feng and Serve the People Wholeheartedly," and through the glass, she saw a woman sleeping on a table with an old-fashioned thermos next to it. Hesitating, I wanted to knock on the glass and ask, but I felt a little timid for a while.

As she was hesitating, her gaze suddenly swept to a tear-off calendar hanging on the wall and froze.

November 2, 198X.

It is clear and shows the time.