On the 14th day of the fourth lunar month of the fourth year of Datang Tianbao, it was a windless but extremely cold morning in the capital city of Chang'an.

The morning light in the east is slightly dewy and the fish belly is pale white, and the drums on the tower of the Shuntianmen Gate are beating as usual; Like a boulder thrown above the water, the ripples of the sound waves from the drum quickly spread, and the street drums in the surrounding streets also beat one after another. Within a quarter of an hour, the drums of Chang'an rumbled throughout the city.

In the east wing of a dilapidated mansion in the south of Yong'an Fang in the west of the city, a figure huddled in a dark room, covering his head and face with a futon, cursing and trembling amid the sound of drums.

After a long bombardment of drums that seemed to never stop, when everything finally calmed down, the person in the bed was no longer sleepy, and the sound of neighbors getting up and talking and opening doors and windows was heard outside the house. He knew that a new day in Chang'an City had begun in the midst of this soul-inspiring drumbeat.

The figure got up slowly, sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, and after a moment slowly put on his shabby robe, and after getting out of bed, he walked out of the chamber and slowly opened the door of the hall. Outside, the sky was already bright, and the morning light shone on the man's face, revealing the face of a haggard and tired young man. Looking at a small courtyard full of yellow leaves in front of him, the young man's thick eyebrows furrowed and he let out a helpless sigh.

In the west wing, the young man silently washed his face and rinsed his mouth with the cold and biting water in the tank, and tidied up the crumpled clothes on his body for a long time. Hearing the rumbling of his stomach, the young man bent down and searched for a long time in a pile of jars and jars, and finally found half a jar of yellow rice in an open jar by the stove, so he grabbed a few handfuls and added cold water to the pot and boiled them on the wood stove. Although he has no appetite, he has not eaten a grain of rice for three days, and if he doesn't eat something, his life will be gone.

The young man sat by the fire and roasted his cold hands, the flickering light of the fire illuminated his angular face, illuminated the slightly upturned corners of his tightly closed mouth, his face seemed to be full of question marks, and his expression was full of confusion and loss.

Three days earlier, the young man had been awakened to the same rumbling of drums in the city, and the moment he woke up, he could not believe his eyes, nor could he comprehend another strange memory that filled his mind. After half a day of chaos and careful prying eyes on the outside world, the young man almost went mad.

He was originally a university lecturer in the 21st century, but the memory in his mind told him that his current name is Wang Yuan, and his identity is a teenager in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty.

The confusion of his thoughts and consciousness made him think that he was still in a dream, and after the drumming stopped, he hurried to bed and hugged the musty futon to continue sleeping, thinking that when he woke up again, everything would return to the way it was; But unfortunately, after being awakened several times by the annoying sound of drums, he found that everything was the same.

After several torments of the drums in the morning and evening, he finally had to accept the reality, and the next night in the darkness of his mind had an explanation for all this, and there was only one possible explanation for the current situation, that he had hit the legendary jackpot called Crossing the Diamond.

I crossed it myself! From later generations came to the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago.

Confused and confused, lost and disappointed, although he didn't want to believe that such a ridiculous thing happened to him, but at this point, he had to accept all this absurdity, and accepted Wang Yuan's strange identity that he would never be able to give up.

Wang Yuan, a native of Yong'an Fang, Wannian County, Chang'an, is eighteen years old, and his parents died.

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A simple identity can no longer be ordinary, after carefully retrieving the fragments of memory in his mind, Wang Yuan's mood is slightly better, this is the fourth year of Tang Tianbao, at this time Tang Xuanzong Li Longji is in power, and he is in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty.

Wang Yuan comforted himself with Ah Q's spirit: At least he didn't travel into the troubled times, people in the troubled times are not as good as peace dogs, if they travel to the war era, it is an extremely terrifying thing. The early years of the Tang Dynasty Tianbao were the most glorious period in the history of the Celestial Empire, although it could not be compared with the extremely prosperous era of the later generations, but he should at least be able to survive by crossing here.

Although fear and confusion, hesitation and loss are intertwined in my heart, in any case, everything is already in the boat, and the invisible forces in the dark are powerless to disobey the choice of fate, and can only start another life with peace of mind.

Farewell, twenty-one century, farewell! Dear Mom and Dad, farewell! Friends of the future, farewell, everything that once was.

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The millet porridge on the stove made a gurgling sound, the crockpot spewed fragrant heat, Wang Yuan's stomach also rumbled, he hadn't eaten for three days, he had already put his chest on his back, and at this moment he smelled the porridge, which detonated Wang Yuan's hunger, and Wang Yuan couldn't wait to drink up this half jar of yellow rice porridge.

"Is Jiro in the house? Jiro, Jiro! "There was footsteps in the courtyard outside the door, and someone was shouting loudly.

Wang Yuan hurriedly got up and came to the hall, and saw through the hidden door that there were two people in the courtyard walking towards the hall, one of them was wearing a short sheepskin jacket, his figure was five short, and he was not very old; Walking beside him was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties with a black beard; He wore a satin coat, snow-white wool from his neck, and a fur hat on his head.

Wang Yuan recognized the identity of the person with five short statures, and the fused memory told him that this person's name was Huang San, and he was a person who was very familiar with him, and the other person was Zhao Fangzheng from this workshop, who basically didn't deal with him much on weekdays, and he didn't know what he was doing when he came to find him.

"Yes. Saburo. Wang Yuan opened the door of the hall and answered. Originally, he was still a little worried that his voice would expose the identity of the crossing, but with a mouth, even Wang Yuan himself was startled, it turned out that his voice and tone of voice had long been different from that of later generations, and he was perfectly integrated into the context of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty.

"Erlang, how did you get this appearance? Look at you, you haven't even combed your hair in a bun. Oh, why are you so pale? I haven't seen it for a few days and become so decadent, is it because of my health? Huang San frowned and stepped forward, staring at Wang Yuan for a moment, with a look of sincere worry on his face.

Wang Yuan was a little embarrassed, he didn't know where he was these days, how could he care about his image.

"It's nothing, I didn't sleep well last night, I just got up, I haven't had time to clean up, it's rude."

"Oh, I see, Erlang, don't give Zhao Fang Zheng a salute and sit down, Zhao Fang is busy with affairs, I finally invited his old man to come, hurry up and let him sit in the house." Huang San urged.

"Zhao Fang is just right, sit in the house, sit in the house." Wang Yuan bowed and bowed his hand.

That Zhao Fangzheng stroked his beard and frowned and glanced at Wang Yuan, obviously extremely disgusted by Wang Yuan's appearance, and waved his hand: "That's it, just talk about things here and leave, I still have a lot of things to do there." ”

Huang San smiled and said, "Okay." He turned his head to Wang Yuan and said: "Erlang, Zhao Fang is kind-hearted, and he took time out of his busy schedule to come to see you, which shows his love for his neighbors, and he ......."

Zhao Fangzheng waved his hand and interrupted: "Huang San, you don't have to pat my ass, if you don't beg hard, who will take care of his affairs?" Wang Erlang, this good thing was not your turn, but Huang Sanyang begged me for half a month, and I saw that he was righteous enough for you, and he was a good offspring who was affectionate, so I agreed to him. You know your own business, no one was willing to help you in Yong'an Fang, you are blessed, and you have such a solid and sincere friend as Huang San to run for you. ”

Wang Yuan's second monk was confused, he didn't understand what Zhao Fang was talking about, and there was no related memory in his mind, it seemed that the memory of the possessed Wang Yuan was somewhat lost, no wonder he always felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that there were a lot of blanks when recalling the memory fragments, maybe it was the sequelae brought by the crossing.

"Huang San, you can explain the rest to him yourself, I have to take a step in advance; But I said ugly things in front, I don't want to see this Wang Erlang, if it weren't for your hard begging, I saw that you were very sincere to your friends, and there would never be such a good thing on his head. You need to restrain him to be a good errand, if there is any mistake, the old man will not seek trouble for him, only for you. Zhao Fangzheng said with a serious expression.

Huang San hurriedly bowed and said: "Thank you Fang Zheng for taking care of you, Erlang will never come nonsense again, if something falls on me Huang San, you can put ten thousand hearts." ”

"It's better to be as you say." Zhao Fangzheng snorted, turned around and walked with square steps.

Huang San bowed and said, "Fang is just leaving, thank you very much." Seeing Wang Yuanzhi's stunned pestle in a daze at the door, he hurriedly glanced at him. Wang Yuan knew what he meant, and he also watched Zhao Fangzheng's back disappear outside the courtyard gate.

As soon as Zhao Fang left, Huang San immediately jumped up, pulled Wang Yuan's arm and said with a smile: "Erlang, you are really lucky, it's good now, the matter can be regarded as done, you have an errand to do; Hey, look at what you've become, now with this difference, there are more or less two dollars a month, and the days will gradually get better in the future. ”

Wang Yuan was puzzled: "Errand? What errand? ”

Huang San was stunned and said, "Are you confused? I told you half a month ago that there was a vacancy in Fang Ding's errand, and I had already greeted Zhao Fangzheng and begged him for more than half a month, and then he agreed to let you fill the vacancy. From today on, you will be the same as me as our Yong'an Fang. ”

"Fangding?" Wang Yuan doesn't have any concept of this term in his mind, but as the name suggests, there is a family in the family, which is the care of the family, and the so-called Fang Ding is probably the role of the nursing home of this Yong'an Fang.

"I know, this errand is not suitable for Erlang, but it is better than Erlang being poor and having no livelihood, and being a brother can only help you so little." Huang San rubbed his hands and said happily.

Wang Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, he was a dignified university lecturer, and he came over, but he only mixed up with the role of a security guard in the workshop, a little better, it was just the role of an assistant policeman.

"Although this errand is a little harder, it is easier than many errands, I think it is also suitable for Erlang's current situation, at least there is no need to carry the burden on his shoulders, how can Erlang do those heavy labor? Erlang, don't worry, I've already told Chen Tou'er in Fangding's shop, you and I will work with me to patrol the night, if you don't understand, I will teach you, everything is with me. Huang San slapped his chest with a thump.

Wang Yuan understood eight. Nine points, this good friend Huang Santuo went through the back door to find a job for himself, listening to his tone, he seems to be an unemployed vagrant, many things in his memory are blank, he can't think of what he used to do, it seems that he can only slowly understand and recover.

"What does it smell like?" Huang San wrinkled his nose.

"Oops, my porridge." The scorching smell reminded Wang Yuan that the millet porridge on the stove was still stewed, and he hadn't eaten a bite.

Wang Yuan rushed into the west wing, stretched out his hand to put the crockpot on the stove down, a sharp pain hit, Wang Yuan threw away the crockpot with a sigh, and pinched his earlobes with both hands. The clay pot shattered with a clang, and half of the jar of sticky and charred porridge and rice splashed all over the floor.

Wang Yuan screamed in distress, but Huang San laughed and said: "It's just right to be broken, the new errand has been decided, this is a happy event, it should be celebrated, go, go to Aunt Wen's shop on Cross Street to drink dumpling soup and eat sesame cakes." ”