"Da Lang, you've finally woken up, it's time to take medicine."

It was the first thing he heard, it was a woman, and her voice was like a gentle wind.

When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, and there was no light on. In his memory, his life should be high-rise buildings, Internet information, driving outside, and air conditioning at the door, but another faint memory tells him that this is ancient times. Hearing this, he realized that there was a person on the edge of the bed.

He hurriedly closed his eyes, then closed his mouth tightly. This line is too classic, he reflexively thought, could it be that he has crossed over to Wu Dalang, could this woman be Pan Jinlian? Isn't that just after I crossed over, I was going to get a boxed lunch?

"Da Lang, it's okay, don't be afraid, my aunt is here, I will not let you stay behind."

He was still a little lost, but when he heard "Auntie", he dared not to love Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian. Then he opened his eyes again, and at this moment a faint oil lamp was lit not far away, and the woman who had just called herself "Auntie" approached him with a bowl.

Through the faint light, he could see clearly that this person's jinghai cloth skirt had begun to wrinkle on his face. He nodded subconsciously and drank the medicine. Looking around, it can be described as a house with four walls.

Although he woke up, his mind was in a mess, and his memory of before he fainted was a little blurry. When he drank the medicine and his aunt left, he lay down to rest again, and gradually, he remembered.

Why he fainted is not important for more amazing memories.

His name is Zhen Feng, and he is also drunk for this name. And other people's names made him speechless, the second uncle is called Zhen Jian, the younger brother is called Zhen Shuang, and the younger sister is called Zhen Ling. It's going crazy.

When he was six years old, that is, when the Song Dynasty was first established ten years ago, he had a serious illness, a lively child was a little stupid, and ordinary people had little memory of his early childhood, and this serious illness took away his childhood memories. At the same time, he experienced another life, the 21st century, which he remembered more clearly and profoundly. But his body still lives in Jiangning, the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and ten years are spent day by day.

Jiangning, that is, Jinling, was renamed Jiangning after the founding of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is now September of the third year of Kaibao, and the Southern Tang Dynasty has already submitted a table to the Song Dynasty as a minister, so it uses the era name of the Song Dynasty.

Until this evening there was a conflict, his head hit the table, his memories fused, he didn't feel like he was from the future, he didn't feel like he had traveled here, because those from the future were more memories and consciousness, and there was not much nostalgia. He does not have the novelty of the ancients traveling to the future, and the curiosity of historical development. It is more likely that his consciousness was absorbed into a memory in the future, and he came to his senses at this time. But what the truth is, it's hard to discern.

Or this is it, running away for half a life and returning as a teenager.

The person in front of him is one of his closest people, the wife of his second uncle. After feeding him and drinking medicine, she got up to leave: "Da Lang, you have a good rest, and my aunt will come to see you tomorrow." ”

Thinking that he was lonely and helpless, the closest person in front of him, Zhen Feng suddenly said: "Auntie, I have crossed." ”

In general, in time-traveling novels, whoever crosses over, almost always hides and tucks it, for fear that people will know, for fear that people will treat themselves as monsters, and for fear that they will cause disaster. But Zhen Feng was a little calm, a little indifferent, and wanted to share his experience with the people closest to him.

"What?" The aunt couldn't react.

Zhen Feng suddenly realized that there was no word "crossing" at this time, let alone the so-called concept of time and space, in this era when Buddha is the heart, the Tao is the bone, and Confucianism is the surface, paying attention to the round sky and the place, and believing in the cycle of life and death, the matter of crossing cannot be explained clearly.

"I went to a very bustling world and lived there for decades. There are airplanes there, that is, you can fly in the sky, thousands of miles a day, you can talk and chat thousands of miles away, and you can go out with a car, so to speak, from Jiangning to Suzhou and Hangzhou, you can get to the ...... in half a day."

The aunt had an ignorant expression, and her eyes revealed that she didn't believe a word, but she said in her mouth: "Well, Da Lang, this world is so amazing, you just got injured, don't think about anything, drink the medicine and rest." ”

Zhen Feng felt a slight pain in his head, looking at his aunt's expression, he knew that no matter how he said and explained, it was a fantasy. The aunt tucked the quilt for him, and then got up and walked out, sighing as she walked, and the back seemed to be still shaking her head.

The oil lamp went out, the door was closed, Zhen Feng fell into a dark hollow, and couldn't help but hear a thin sound coming from outside the door.

"How's Da Lang?" A man's voice was a little hoarse and low, and Zhen Feng could hear it being the voice of the second uncle Zhen Jian.

"Hey, Da Lang seems to have broken his head, maybe he had a nightmare, and even, he even had hysteria, and even said that people can fly in the sky...... Second brother, how do you say this is good? ”

"Huh? This...... This ......" The second uncle's voice was a little annoyed and out of shape, and his voice was even full of guilt, "Da Lang has really had a bad fate in this life, he just escaped from the tiger's mouth, he became seriously ill, and the whole person is a little stupid." I thought that it would change for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen...... With such a name, is it destined by God to make Da Lang crazy? ”

"Second brother, the concubine thinks the same way. Fortunately, he still recognizes the concubine, and he doesn't talk nonsense other than that. The concubine didn't pick up the stubble of the eldest man just now, I'm afraid that he will be stimulated again, poor child......"

"Well, it's come to this, and it didn't happen. Otherwise, with the face of the Zhen family, Da Lang is afraid that he will have no place in this Zhen family. You don't mention it to other people, even if it's Brother Shuang. Come over as soon as possible tomorrow, and let Da Lang stop talking about these crazy things anyway. ”

"The concubine knows the importance of this place, and the second brother can rest assured. It's late at night, and the second brother has been busy all day, so let's go back to the house early to rest. ”

Listening to the gentle footsteps gradually disappearing, Zhen Feng felt that he was really going crazy in his heart. If the result of telling the truth with a normal face is like this, other people won't be much better, right? The body is a spirit, it should be like this, the memory of this era for moral and ethical constraints, there is no "freedom of speech" to say, if you go to others to tell others that you know the development of history, at least you will be possessed as an evil spirit, or you are afraid that the court will send someone to destroy yourself?

Tang Dynasty Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang's "Tui Bei Tu" has already been rushed, if anyone knew that the Southern Tang Dynasty would be destroyed in another five years, such a vivid narrative would only be regarded as a curse to the country. In this era of respecting the elders and the inferior, a word is enough to determine life and death, but it is not a joke.