Through a thick fog, Yan Ming was stunned. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This journey back to the homeland after countless journeys disappeared in front of me after passing through the thick fog, and was replaced by an endless grassland with a slight sense of recklessness.

Yan Ming jumped out of the broken van that sounded everywhere except for the horn, and looked around blankly.

The sudden fog just now had dissipated, and Yan Ming was shocked to find that he had lost his way to come.

The asphalt road that was supposed to exist behind the van turned into an endless grassland, and at this moment, he and the van were parked in the middle of the grassland.

It was early spring in February, the sky was high and the clouds were light, the wild grass was withering, and new sprouts were waiting to sprout.

At this time when everything is reviving and vitality is coming, Yan Ming looks back at the way he came and is lost in this endless land.

Taking a hard breath of fresh air, Yan Ming stepped into the driver's seat of the van again.

He glanced in the rearview mirror, and the seeds prepared for the country aunt's family in the carriage were still there. At noon, I had to go to my aunt's house, and in the evening, I had to rush back to my tutoring class in the city.

But the next moment, Yan Ming was even more confused.

In the rearview mirror, a familiar but young face was looking at him with a look of confusion.

"Ahh Yan Ming exclaimed in surprise and pinched his face a few times.

The man in the mirror did the same.

"This is what junior high school looks like!" Yan Ming's face changed, and he remembered the youthful era that he had been away for nearly twenty years.

Looking at the face of only fourteen or fifteen years old in the rearview mirror, Yan Ming had a feeling of being in a dream.

He looked at his hand, and the chapped skin on his index finger, which had been holding the chalk for many years, was gone. What catches your eye is a pair of clean and white hands.

"I'm really back to being fourteen or fifteen years old." Yan Ming was a little excited.

But immediately he woke up - what age is it?

Sitting in the car, looking around.

The vast plains can be said to be endless, but there is not a single telephone pole, not the slightest trace of modern axe chisels.

Taking another sharp breath of fresh air, Yan Ming was a little sluggish.

"Tutu Tu Tu—"

As he unscrewed the key, the van shook and chirped out of this era.

"I'm going to find my way back!" Although Yan Ming, who had recovered his youth, was a little excited, it was more fear and fear that occupied his heart at this time.

He opened a small tutoring class, and there were quite a few students. Life has just improved, and my girlfriend is just getting married. Everything seems to be going to change for the better.

"Isn't it just a seed?"

"I've walked this road a thousand times, how can it be?"

"God, don't tease me, I'm just a cram school."

"CNM, where's my way?"

On the vast plain, Yan Ming frantically opened the broken bread, looking for a way to come.

He saw herds of wild horses galloping away from van fright, wolves walking alone in the grasslands, and many other animals that can only be found in the animal world......

"No-" Yan Ming felt a faint trace of despair in his heart, and he exerted force under his feet.

The van roared and rushed straight out of a mound in the steppe.

When it fell, there was a loud bang.

land, smashed out of a large hole by a van.

Yan Ming fell into this small sinkhole in embarrassment.

"The heavens are going to pit me!" Yan Ming, who was dizzy, climbed out of the van in embarrassment.

Luckily, the pit wasn't very deep and just got the van trapped.

"!" Yan Ming cursed, and suddenly chiseled his head. Then he fumbled around his body for a while and took out a mobile phone.

Prepare to locate yourself and ask your family for help. Or call 110.

lit up the phone screen, and what greeted him was a page he had set up himself, on which the original date of a certain month and day in 2020 AD had become 140 BC.

"Damn!" Yan Ming shook his phone and cursed.

It may have just dropped into a sinkhole and broken the phone.

I turned on the phone screen, but there was no signal.

was so hated that Yan Ming almost threw away the machine in his hand.

"It's 140 B.C. Nima sent me to the Han Dynasty for a while, right? Yan Ming, who has a special love for history, scolded angrily and put his mobile phone in his pocket.

Thinking of the changes in his appearance and age, Yan Ming was excited.

Could it really be that you have crossed over?

The moment this idea came to his mind, he rejected it with wishful thinking.

"How could there be such a thing as a crossing?" Yan Ming shook his head, but he also felt that it was too bizarre for his appearance to become younger.

"Looks like we're going to have to walk out of this damn place." Yan Ming looked at the van in the deep pit, thought about it, opened the door again, first took out the backpack he was carrying, and then took out a roll of plastic from it, as well as the sapper shovel he bought from the Internet.

This plastic was originally used for the aunt's family to buckle the mulch, and now it is used to seal the van.

Otherwise, the underground is damp, and it won't take half a day for the broken van with air leakage on all sides to rust and corrode.

After wasting all his strength, tossing until it was getting dark, and the drip of the van wrapped in plastic paper was not revealed, Yan Ming gently patted the old van with his hand, and sighed: "Old man, wait for me." ”

The van helped him pull goods and pull the students in the cram school, which can be said to have grown up with Yan Ming, and he was his old buddy.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and above the night sky, the stars were clearly visible.

Yan Ming looked up at the dense stars in the sky, and took a breath of fresh air fiercely and greedily, before sighing.

The night sky is so clear, the stars are clearly visible, and the air is even clearer. This kind of beautiful feeling made Yan Ming feel unspeakably uneasy.

In a society with highly developed industrial technology, this kind of starry sky, this kind of air has not appeared for decades.

Yan Ming had an embarrassed feeling that his bad guess was about to be proven.

Lifting the sapper shovel, he jumped out of the sinkhole where the van had fallen, and just a few steps after he walked out, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

With a "boom", the sinkhole around which the van had just fallen collapsed again, raising a burst of loess.

Yan Ming ran over with a sapper shovel and found that the dust that had slipped around him had buried the van.

"Old man!" Yan Ming let out a sad sigh, looked around, and found that not far away, there was a lonely small tree.

Yan Ming lifted the sapper shovel in his hand, folded out the pointed end, and carved the 'Tomb of the Van' on the tree, then patted the dust on his body and looked up.

I saw the east finger of the Beidou bucket handle in the sky, it was the season of spring in the world, not far away, the North Star flickered and dimmed.

Yan Ming silently wrote down the direction of the small tree and the sinkhole, identified the direction, and then walked towards the direction of the urban area in his memory.

In early spring, it is warm and cold.

Yan Ming's body trembled in the night breeze.

In the wilderness not far away, clusters of green light lit up.

"Whew-" The desolate wolf howl sounded.