The late autumn night exudes an almond-like atmosphere, and the streets are filled with only vehicles "swishing" by, and pedestrians are sparse.

The autumn wind slapped Xu Ming's face with a thin layer of rain, and he couldn't help but shiver. He had just come out of a warm apartment that did not belong to him, and the adoring eyes of the ten-year-old girl when she looked at him were imprinted in his mind, and the innocent laughter was still in his ears...... In the blink of an eye, he was already in the relentless cold rain.

People are really different. Xu Ming couldn't help but sigh. Four years ago, when I was just admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, I was also full of spirit, full of spring in my eyes, and I thought that I was the pride of the sky, and the future flowers were in full bloom and the future was bright.

In his junior year, his work "Dream of Heaven" was selected to be sent to the Provincial Art Exhibition because of his great imagination, and he also won a bronze award, creating a precedent for students studying in the Academy of Fine Arts to win awards. But after graduation, his paradise disappeared, and his dream was like a beautiful porcelain, which fell to the ground in an instant and shattered.

Xu Ming is from a remote rural area of Shaanxi, and his parents used their life savings to support him to study in the provincial capital, but he didn't even find a decent job.

Whenever he thinks of his elderly parents, his nose is sore and there is a huge wave churning in his chest. But he never thought of giving up, let alone any reason to back down.

He decided to stay, mix in, and go back to see his father and fellow villagers. As a stopgap measure, he became a calligraphy and painting teacher for children from three different families, like a stray dog, shuttling back and forth through the huge urban complex.

Governess, this profession is not detached from one's profession, but there is no prospect in sight, just like the road under the feet at this moment, you must be cautious, hunched and head bowed.

When the body is tense, the nerves become extraordinarily sensitive, and hearing has a magical penetrating power.

He heard not only the sound of the rain, but also his mother's name, the professor's praise for him, the envy of his classmates, and the expectations of his parents...... Also, he heard the noisy, tiresome inquiries at job fairs, and the disdain of middle-aged women when they crowded the bus...... Finally, he seemed to hear the clatter of his "Dream of Heaven" being torn apart.

These voices mingled together, driving him, making every step he took like a fallen leaf in the wind, not knowing where to go.

But, what's the matter, how is there a voice that has never been heard before? Right behind him, it seems that someone is following, and it has been a long time. At first, he was unaware, thinking that it was just another rootless "fallen leaf", and everyone felt sorry for each other.

But no, the voice was arrogant in anxiety and wild in disorder.

On this windy autumn night, such an uneasy sound cannot be eliminated in any way.

Xu Ming stopped, and the voice behind him also stopped. He's speeding up, and he's speeding up later.

The sound of the leather shoes hitting the water made a slight sizzling sound, like a strange animal about to pounce......

Pull it down, I'm alone, a life, it's worthless. Thinking of this, he simply stood still and turned around.

The man behind him held a silver umbrella, which slashed like a bolt of lightning, and at the moment it crossed him, a white piece of paper flew out from under the edge of the umbrella. The piece of paper accurately fell into Xu Ming's hand.

What's going on here, how does it look like an agent connector in a movie. Is there any joke in the world that wants to play with me?

What fell into Xu Ming's hand was not a piece of paper, but an envelope.

On the envelope was a hard, bold black letter: Ming.

Feel that the envelope is empty. Xu Ming looked into the envelope in the dim light on the side of the road. Then with two fingers, he pulled out a smaller piece of paper, which turned out to be a movie ticket.

Majestic Cinema. Night. 10 o'clock sharp.

Fine arts, in fact, are also a kind of visual art, and a good film is a flowing painting. Xu Ming remembers that he discussed the relationship between art and film and television in his graduation thesis, but he hadn't been to a movie theater for almost two years.

If you don't have a suitable female companion, it's better not to go there. No why, tickets are too expensive.

The Majestic Cinema is not far away, 15 minutes further on. From summer to autumn, the road was already familiar to him.

However, the man didn't even see what he looked like. Why did someone I never know invite me to watch a movie? What does that "Ming" mean?!

However, when people are down, all encounters can be opportunities to change their fate.

There is a saying that says even more ruthlessly, to take fate by the throat!

Xu Ming felt a little heat on his body, which was a good sign. If you come, you will be safe, and if you have a ticket, you will go to see it. The footsteps of fate are moving forward, and the huge poster of the Dahua Cinema flashes under the neon lights, and it can be seen from a long distance - "Time Traveler". Take a look at your watch: 9:30.

Strangely, the entrance to the cinema was empty, and there were no figures.

Maybe it's because of the night scene, and the sky is not beautiful. Xu Ming thought.

At the entrance to the theater, the glass doors are closed, and dim lights are reflected inside.

Xu Ming gently pushed it with his hand, and the glass door opened slowly. Following the arrow on the wall pointing to the theater, Xu Ming walked in. It was a long passage, and the lights on the walls were dappled and mottled, and it seemed that it had been a year, and it took two turns to enter the theater.

The theater was also empty, there was no light source, only the background light of the screen was lit, indicating that a movie was about to start.

Xu Ming glanced at the ticket in his hand and walked down the stairs for a while. Row 13, here it is.

After sitting down, he felt a little weak in his heart. He was alone in the hundred-seat theater, and he coughed a few times to hear some echoes, but all he could hear was the flapping of his lungs.

There was silence all around.

A dull aura was creeping in on him.

After sitting for nearly 5 minutes, he felt that half of his life had passed. Why don't you go back, a voice tapped him lightly in the bottom of his heart.

He was startled, and turned to look around, the door he had just entered, how it looked like a monster's mouth, wide open.

Maybe it was because he had caught a cold outside just now, and he felt a little dizzy on an empty stomach. When I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of squeaking electric pulses in my ears.

Shouldn't it be a movie? He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. The sound of the music surged like the waves of the tide, lapping against his body, and after a while, there were staccato lines, the sound like a torch shining on the top of a mountain, bright or dark.

In a trance, he vaguely heard that the era of quantum technology had arrived...... Time can be bent, folded, ...... In a multidimensional universe, history is both past and present...... Or even in the future......

Xu Ming used the strength of breastfeeding, his eyes barely opened a slit, and what appeared on the screen was the scene he had just experienced: the man with the silver umbrella walked towards him with a smile on his face at the moment. Xu Ming looked at the other party in fear, not knowing how such a displacement could occur.

"Son, I've kept you waiting. The man with the silver umbrella spoke slowly.

Who was the man talking to on the screen? Xu Ming looked around, but there was no one around him.

"Don't look for it, I only have one honored guest for you today. The man waved at him on the screen.

Xu Ming came back to his senses and hurriedly replied: "Oh, Gongzi, you have found the wrong person, my surname is Li, not Kuang." ”

"I'm not looking for the wrong person, you'll find out soon. The man's tone was unmistakable.

"Well, may I ask this gentleman, what are you doing with me?"

"You studied art, right, what are your views on ancient Chinese painting?"

It turned out that he was asking this, and Xu Ming's heart was a little soothed. The spirits are also refreshed.

"Chinese painting emphasizes that 'the foreign teacher creates the nature, and the heart is the source', and requires the form to depict the gods, and the form and the spirit are both, so as to achieve the ...... of 'the intention of the pen first, and the intention of the painting is 'the intention of the painting'." Xu Ming wanted to continue, but the man waved his hand to signal him to stop.

"How do you think Chinese painting in the Ming Dynasty compares to today?"

This sentence stunned Xu Ming, how can this be compared, there is no comparison at all, it is heaven and earth.

Looking at Xu Ming's stupid expression, the man snorted from his nose: "What if you live in the Ming Dynasty?"

Is I sick, or is he sick? Xu Ming shook his head, and the thought flashed quickly.

"What if you are still one of the four great talents of Jiangnan in the Ming Dynasty?" the man added.

Xu Ming's head crackled and sparks sparked, and he felt that he was really about to go crazy.

"I can do it and help you teleport to the Ming Dynasty, but you have to complete a mission, how about it?"

"Quantum technology!" Xu Ming opened his mouth wide and popped out four words for no reason.

"Clever. You will become a time traveler in the 21st century, teleporting in the past, and covering a Ming Dynasty child with both soul and body at the same time......"

"This can't be a dream, where am I now?" Xu Ming wanted to stand up, but his legs didn't obey.

"There will always be days when there will be no days, and there will be no time to think about the times. The man whispered, "You remember this sentence, and it will be useful to you in the future." ”

"Isn't this the famous saying of Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant of Wanli?" Xu Ming said to himself.

"Yes, it's Zhang Juzheng, someone wants to stop his reform, and he has teleported over through quantum technology......" The man took out a mobile phone-sized object and pressed it, and continued: "The place of teleportation is in Suzhou Mudu, do you know where Mudu is in Suzhou?"

"On the outskirts of town. The thing in the man's hand suddenly flashed, and Xu Ming suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Yes! deal!" the man said categorically. Then, the umbrella opened with a "bang" and filled the entire screen.

The picture is frozen there.

Snowflakes are flying in front of me. Once again, the theater reverts to a deathly tranquility.

The sound of squeaking electric pulses sounded in his ears again, and the sound became louder and louder, and Xu Ming felt that he had entered a tunnel of electromagnetic waves. He struggled to say something, or even scream.

However, he could not make a sound, and he closed his eyes.

In the theme music of the movie "Time Traveler", Xu Ming felt that his body was exploded. No, it's the whole universe that has exploded.

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