"Take a look!"

"Steamed buns, freshly baked buns!"

"A few masters, don't stand outside, come in and have fun......"

On the bustling streets, shops are lined up one after another, and small stalls are placed on both sides of the road, shouting one after another, and people come and go, so it is not lively.

In a remote alley in the city, several beggars leaned listlessly against the wall.

The midday sun is so poisonous that sitting outside begging will be burned, and they will not go out to beg for food until another hour later, when the weather is cooler.

In the innermost part of the alley, there was a man lying horizontally.

It was a young man, pale, dressed in plain robes, who had been lying motionless for several hours.

From time to time, the beggars glanced into the alley and chatted casually.

"Tsk, I don't know who it is, ...... so ruthless"

"Those people are a little heavier, but this scholar's body is too weak, he can't resist the beating, he has been lying for a few hours, and I don't know if I can survive......"

"If he doesn't wake up tomorrow, he won't be able to stay in this alley, lest he be found out by the government and become someone else's scapegoat......"

……

The cacophony of voices coming from nowhere kept hitting Tangning's eardrums, making him unable to hear the content clearly, which was distracting, and he tried to block his ears, but found that he couldn't.

His consciousness was extremely clear, but he couldn't control his body, even if it was just moving his fingers or opening his eyes.

The faint pain from all over his body made him more awake, and some memories began to emerge clearly in his mind.

Two hours ago, he had just completed the defense of two graduation theses and successfully obtained a double master's degree from a university in Northwest China.

When he left school and rushed back to the orphanage where he grew up, he finally couldn't bear the fatigue and fell asleep on the bus.

When I wake up, it's now.

The outside environment is noisy, his body is sore, and he can't open his eyes------ could it be that when he was asleep, he had a car accident?

Downing could only think of this one possibility. He was a little happy, but also a little scared, glad that he was still conscious, at least his life was saved, what he was afraid of was that he would become a vegetative person, after the old dean left, he would have no relatives in this world, I don't know how the hospital would treat a vegetative person who can't contact any family members and friends?

He began to struggle to control his body, desperately trying to open his eyes.

……

A small figure walked in from the mouth of the alley, it was a little beggar, his clothes were tattered and patched, but he was not as filthy as the other beggars, and under his messy hair, a pair of eyes were clear and bright.

The little beggar went to the deepest part of the alley, glanced at the figure lying on the ground, paused, walked past him, and crouched down in the corner beside him.

Listening to the beggars' discussions, the little beggar's eyes looked at the young man lying on the ground.

The man's fingers moved, as if he was thirsty, and in a short time, he licked his lips several times.

The little beggar suddenly stood up and walked out of the alley.

Tang Ning still couldn't control his body, and his eyelids were still heavy, but he was able to move his fingers and lick his dry lips.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps around him, as if someone was approaching, and the man stopped beside him, and it wasn't long before a cool liquid slid down his throat.

If Tangning's lips are chapped land, then this trace of coolness is the rain of a long drought.

Downing was pleasantly surprised to find that he could control his body.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse: "Nurse, I ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, for instead of an angel dressed in white in a nurse's uniform, he saw a dirty little face, about eleven or twelve years old, with no distinction between men and women, and his hair was messy, except for a pair of big eyes that were bright.

The other party was holding a lotus leaf in his hand, folding it and making it into a container, and there was water in the container, which should have been used to feed him just now.

This is not a hospital, and he is not lying in a hospital bed, he is lying in an alley, and not far away a few ragged beggars, leaning against the wall, are looking at him with strange eyes.

When the little beggar saw that he was awake, he silently retreated into the corner and looked at him no more.

"Goo, goo......"

The first thing Downing needed to figure out was not where he was, nor how he got here, but how he could fill his stomach.

He was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stand up......

The little beggar took out a paper bag from his bosom and opened it, revealing a cold bun inside.

"Goo, goo......" Tangning stared at the bun.

The little beggar brought the bun to his mouth.

"Goo, goo......" Tangning was still staring at the bun.

The little beggar looked at him, and his dirty little face showed hesitation, and after thinking for a while, he divided the bun in half and handed it half.

Tang Ning didn't hesitate, stuffed the half bun into his mouth, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

Cabbage stuffing.

The little beggar brought the remaining half of the bun to his mouth, and the voice came from his ear again: "Goo, goo......"

This time, Tang Ning didn't look at the little beggar, the bun in the little beggar's hand had already reached his mouth, but he didn't bite it.

After a while, the other half of the bun was handed over, but Tang Ning didn't take it.

The little beggar put the half bun on the lotus leaf, stood up, and walked out of the alley.

Tang Ning looked out of the alley and tried hard to keep that back in mind. After a long time, he picked up the half of the cabbage-stuffed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

The bun was very large, the filling was very full, and after a bun went down, he finally regained some strength.

He reached into his pocket, ready to pull out his phone.

No pockets, no cell phones.

He lowered his head, finally realizing that something was wrong.

His clothes, his shoes, his ------ his hands!

With a look of disbelief on his face, he reached out and touched his face, looking around a little dazedly, towards a puddle of water not far away after the rain......

Above the water, a very strange face was reflected.

……

Downing stood at the mouth of the alley, two steps ahead, and there was a street full of people.

He looked confused, stretched out his hands, and looked down, still unable to accept this reality.

Can't accept his body, his appearance, the world he lives in......

He just slept on the bus!

He walked out and walked around the street, not finding any cameras or anything like that, not the slightest trace of modern technology.

Let him see a car, an air conditioner, even a tricycle......

No, nothing, not to mention tricycles, not even bicycles.

If it weren't for his body, he might still have a glimmer of hope, but looking at the hands that were obviously one size smaller, the mark on his left hand that was accidentally scratched a few days ago also disappeared without a trace......

He graduated with a master's degree at the age of twenty-three, and now this body, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, is very different from before, both in appearance and body shape.

He has been interested in traditional Chinese culture since he was a child, and during his master's degree, in addition to his major, he also obtained a master's degree in Chinese language and literature.

If it wasn't a dream, he probably had, it had crossed over.

Just yesterday, he had just finished reading a historical time-traveling novel called "The Little Scholar", in which the protagonist travels after sleeping in the library, somewhat similar to his situation.

The difference is that the guy named Li Yi, when he crossed over, he had a library in his head, and with a large amount of modern knowledge, he was crowned king in another world, and finally lived a shameless life with a group of wives and concubines.

He has also read some other types of time-traveling novels, and others have crossed over, all have rings, systems, libraries, and under the guidance of the white-bearded grandfather, he has embarked on a path of peerless powerhouse against the sky......

He has nothing.

He didn't even know who he was or where he lived, and in addition to not being able to accept the reality of crossing, he was also a little sad.

He walked down the street in a daze, without a system, without a golden finger, just let him know who he is, where his home is, what kind of place is this, and whether he can eat cabbage-stuffed buns at the next meal......

With unbearable hunger in his stomach and depression in his heart, Tang Ning couldn't help but raise his head and raise his middle finger, and scolded angrily: "Thief, don't you want to be so ......"

A dark shadow quickly magnified before his eyes.

Bang!

On top of a small two-story building on the side of the street, a pretty woman looked at the young man who fell in response to the sound on the street, and was stunned for a moment.

She covered her face and muttered, "It's over, my hand slipped......"

Above the attic, people began to hurry down.

On the street, in the crowd, a young man looked at the figure that fell to the ground and shouted, "Quick, quickly grab the hydrangea back for me!" ”

Downing lay on the ground, his mind buzzing, something wet running down his forehead.

He was holding a big red ball in his arms, solid.

He didn't dare to scold the thief anymore, he was afraid that the next time it would fall from the sky not a stone, but a knife.

He hugged the thing in his arms tightly, this is the murder weapon, this is the evidence!

I've been smashed and bleeding, so why do I have to lose some money, right?

With the money, he wants to buy buns, buy ten!

He's going to give the little beggar back a bun, no, ten, a hundred!

There was a jumble of footsteps around him, and those people were snatching the evidence in his arms.

Tang Ning curled up, hugged the thing tightly in his arms, gritted his teeth, and refused to let go.

A group of bastards, they are all like this, they still have to snatch the murder weapon and destroy the evidence------ are they still human!

Fists began to fall on him, and then feet.

When he was a child in an orphanage, he was bullied like this, and he still held the murder weapon to death.

This is not a murder weapon, this is evidence, it is a bun, a hundred ......

"Stop, stop......"

A sharp voice sounded, Tang Ning opened his eyes and saw several people wearing official clothes in the costume drama walking over quickly.

It was the last thing he could see......