Warring States Calendar, 278 years.

Qin State, Linqi City.

As the sun rises, the warm sunlight shines through the crumbling roof of a ruined temple on a young man of seventeen or eighteen in ragged clothes. He rolled over and picked up a few sticks of yellow hay.

I opened my sleepy eyes, glanced at the hideous Arhat statue holding a wand on the Buddha platform, stretched my waist lazily and got up, walked to the big water tank next to the door, grabbed a few handfuls of water, and wiped my face.

He rubbed his temples. Walking out of the dilapidated temple and coming to the street, the morning market has begun, and the street is bustling with pedestrians, shouting and bargaining.

He came to the corner of the street, leaned against the wall, sat down slowly, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes with a slight smile, and enjoyed the mild sunshine of this early spring. "Old man, how is today?"

Sitting next to him was an old beggar with a broken bowl in front of him. The old beggar rummaged through his long gray hair and beard, found fleas one by one, threw them into his mouth and beeped and bite, while muttering: "These days, beggars can't get mixed up, especially a lazy beggar like you, who can't get up at three poles in the sun, if it weren't for your grandfather to raise you, you would have starved to death and fed wild dogs." ”

The young man didn't open his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled a little wider. He was thinking about it.

One day three months ago, he was still living in a modern metropolis, just like the little people he is now. He grew up in an orphanage, not knowing who his parents were, and he was walking along the river to attend an interview when he suddenly found a child drowning in the river and struggling.

He grabbed a passerby, "Hey, big brother, big brother, someone has fallen into the water there, you hurry up and save him." The passer-by glanced at him: "Why don't you save it?" ”

He replied, "It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't swim." ”

"I'm nervous, I can't swim." Passers-by left without looking back.

He shook his head and dropped his backpack, jumped into the river, and sighed in his heart: Hey, now the world is indifferent! There is no trust between people.

When he rescued the child ashore, he found that the backpack had been lost on the shore. Inside the backpack is all of his body. As he searched for his backpack, the rescued child also ran away.

He took off his clothes, wrung the water, and put them back on. Cursed secretly, and didn't take two steps barefoot before he heard the screeching sound of brakes. Then it went dark and he lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a ruined temple in a strange costume. He got up, looked at himself, and scratched his head. What's going on?

Suddenly, I saw a man come in at the door, and it was the old beggar.

The old beggar saw him and asked, "Who are you?" How is it here in my house? ”

"My surname is Jing Mingge, are you filming costume dramas?" He asked, confused. "If I'm filming, can I run a trick, after all, I'm pretty handsome, just give me a box lunch."

"Phew, Jingge, the little rabbit cub still wants to take advantage of your grandfather and me?" The old beggar spat in his face.

He raised his hand to wipe his saliva evenly, and his heart was very strange.

"How did I end up here? Am I not in State G? What are you guys filming? He saw that the old beggar was also dressed in ancient costume.

"Grandpa doesn't understand what you're talking about, it seems that you want to stay here and not leave, grandpa, I'm magnanimous, and I won't chase you. I've seen a lot of beggars, but it's the first time I've seen someone as brazen as you pretend to be crazy and stupid. Bah. The old beggar spat at him again.

Jing Ge wiped his face again, "Uncle, I ......"

"Phew." The old beggar took another bite.

Jing Ge said helplessly: "Uncle, you have something to say, don't spit at every turn." ”

"Phew."

"You're rude and unhygienic." Jing Ge dodged.

"Phew." Every word he uttered, the old beggar responded with a mouthful of saliva.

"Damn, old thing, I've put up with you for a long time." Jing Ge couldn't bear it anymore and warned. "I'm going to throw up if you do this again."

"Bah, bah, bah......" The old beggar spat at him like he didn't want money, Jing Ge felt disgusted, and ran away from the ruined temple. After turning around, I suddenly found that the scenery around me was very different, people with long hair, wearing ancient costumes, and no longer had the slightest modern atmosphere.

At last he returned to the ruined temple in silence and shook hands with the old beggar. It took him days to find out, and he realized that he was really not in the same world as before. Somehow I got here.

Jing Ge leaned against the corner of the wall and took a deep breath of the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of baked cakes. Jing Ge's feelings about this new world are no different from those of the previous world. As an orphan, he doesn't have much nostalgia and is very adaptable to the new environment.

"You kind of garbage, it's a shame in our beggar world, you see that you have been out begging for two or three months, and you can't get a mouthful of leftovers, is it a shame?" The old beggar's babbling scolding pulled him back from his contemplation.

"Old thing, today I will let you see what a high-level beggar is." Jing Ge straightened his long unkempt hair and blew the bangs on his forehead.

"As a beggar, first of all, you have to find your target group, I have targeted the target group of beggars on the rich young master and lady, and they are generous. Succeed in topping you ten times at a time. ”

The old beggar looked at him with disdain and smiled.

"I saw that brocade boy brother, the one who took the girl to pick rouge, and went out with a bodyguard, he must be a rich and generous person." Jing Ge pointed to a gorgeously dressed boy in front of him, who was accompanying a beautiful woman to carry something, followed by three or five servants.

Jing Ge got up and strode towards him, his expression calm and confident.

"Hey, big brother, did you bring any money to go out?" Jing Ge greeted the brocade-clothed boy.

"Yes, what's wrong?" The boy in brocade looked at him in confusion.

"I just forgot to bring money when I went out today, can you lend me a little." Jing Ge asked.

"Why should I lend you money?" The boy in brocade asked curiously.

"Because I have no money, I'm poor, and you're so rich, why don't you lend me some? The rivers and lakes are in emergency, and I Jingge will be grateful in the future! Jing Ge replied.

"A poor dog like you, miscellaneous should not live in this world, appear in front of my eyes and disgust me, and still want this son to give you money? I won't give it to you if I lose it. The brocade boy cursed viciously.

"Big brother, if you don't give money, you won't give money, please don't scold people, okay? Beggars are also dignified. ”

"Oh, why talk so much nonsense with this beggar. Stinks to death, kick him away. The woman behind Brother Childe covered her nose and cried out in disgust and impatience.

"Sister-in-law, it's not right for you to say that......" Jing Ge was just about to continue. What the? Sister-in-law? I'm his mother. Shoot him for me. The woman was furious when she heard the words "sister-in-law". Pointing at Jing Ge and shouting loudly.

Four or five servants immediately rushed up and punched and kicked Jing Ge. "Don't slap your face, wow,." Jing Ge hugged his head and ran away, and four or five servants behind him chased after him.

By the time Jing Ge returned to the old beggar, he was already blue and purple. The old beggar laughed mockingly, got up slowly, and found a poorly dressed lady: "Okay, okay, I haven't eaten for several days." ”

"It's pitiful to be so old, I don't have any money, so I can only give you a steamed bun." The eldest lady took out a steamed bun from the cloth bag and put it on the old beggar's broken bowl.

The old beggar thanked him and returned to Jing Ge's side, looking at him quite proudly.

Jing Ge grabbed the steamed bun, broke it in half, threw half of it back into the old beggar's bowl, and stuffed half of it into his mouth. muttered and cursed the brocade-clothed boy just now.

"Damn, you don't give money and beat people. also slapped Ben Handsome and handsome face, inhumane, that woman is so young, how can she be his mother. Presumably his father is not a good thing, and a lot of old cows eat tender grass when he is old. ”

Jing Ge is also handsome, but he is far from being as handsome as he imagined, with a thin figure, dark skin, a height of more than one meter and seventy, not tall or short, but he is extremely narcissistic, and always feels that one look at him is enough to fascinate thousands of girls, so he always calls himself a handsome guy, referred to as Ben Shuai.

"In this world, only the poor will sympathize with the poor, and if they have not experienced suffering themselves, they will not understand the suffering of others." The old beggar said leisurely.

The life of begging is also at ease. Jing Ge and the old beggar returned to the ruined temple, lying on the haystack and teasing each other, chatting, pointing out the country, and living a relaxed and happy life.

"Grandpa, Xiaojing." A voice came from outside the ruined temple.

"I smell the aroma of roast chicken from afar, where did you get the money for your turtle grandson? Going out and doing that kind of stealing and touching dogs again? The old beggar opened his mouth and closed his mouth to be a turtle grandson, and he didn't care that the man called him grandpa.

"Hey, hey, hey." The outsider smiled honestly. The man was about twenty years old, slightly older than Jing Ge, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall and majestic, he looked like an honest man, but his smile was very treacherous and obscene.

"Brother Ye Xin, when will you teach me this hand, I will steal the rich and help the poor." Jing Geying went out and took the roast chicken and wine jar in his hand.

"Yes, no problem. Why do you have a blue face and swollen nose and were beaten? Do you want your big brother to give you a head? Ye Xin asked with concern.

"Don't get in the way, Ben Shuai is just too lazy to teach those deflated threes, otherwise with the martial arts you taught me, I will be put down in three or two." Jing Ge waved his hand and said.

Ye Xin lives near the broken temple, and has an elderly mother, if he has free time, he will come to the broken temple to drink with the old beggar Jingge. He is agile and has some kung fu, and from time to time he can get some money to eat and drink with them.

"That's good, let's drink." Ye Xin patted Jing Ge's shoulder.

The three of them drank bitterly for a night, and Jingge drank the worst and slept first.

In a trance, the light and shadow were intertwined, and he vaguely heard many people shouting his name, the voice was both strange and familiar. He tried to open his eyes and look at the backlit figure in his dream, but he couldn't see clearly.