"Chengyuan...... Hey, Chengyuan......"

When he felt that someone was patting the back of his head, Chengyuan opened his sleepy eyes, and in front of him was a woman with shoulder-length hair, with a petite face and upright facial features, looking very delicate. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're so noisy, even better than anyone outside!"

"The meeting will be in five minutes, and you are still lying on the table to see Zhu Gong."

"Oh, Zhu Gong, speaking of which, I was discussing with Tao Zhu Gong just now how to open a shop and do business."

Seeing "Zhu Gong" in a dream, this is the level of Xu Lin, the second secretary of the director of my unit, Cheng Yuan secretly laughed in his heart: The Municipal Planning Bureau is just a division-level unit, and the director also has a "second secretary", and I don't know what the above thinks, and this public money is so drained.

"Oh, you kid, you're still so sour! It shows that you know a lot and understand, do you know what people call you behind their backs? ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. "Cheng Yuan is obviously asking knowingly to make a comedy, if the people in the bureau don't know the nickname behind their backs, then don't mix it up in the unit.

"The mouth is far away, and the person who is full of mouths all day long, the director still likes you."

Xu Lin looked a little flirtatious, and her summer workplace clothes made her figure even more staggered, which made people reverie, and with the soft Mandarin of Wu dialect, Chengyuan's heart couldn't help but swing.

"Yes, yes, I shoot far away, and everyone knows it. Well...... Speaking of which, I just had a strange dream. ”

Seeing Xu Lin's curiosity, I don't know if I was pretending or really wanting to hear it. Cheng Yuan continued anyway: "I dreamed that there was a sudden earthquake, and then a strong light outside flashed, so I went to a dark cave, and I was trapped in the cave for an unknown amount of time. ”

"You've read too many novels, right? Dream of this kind of kindergarten. Don't look at the watch yet, what time is it? ”

"It's almost two minutes and two o'clock, let's hurry up."

Only then did he remember that time was running out, but he didn't get up immediately, but switched the computer in front of him out of the browser, ready to turn it off. The page above is the historical forum he frequents, and he glances at a group of Han Chinese who are discussing with Manchu fans, and the content is mostly nonsense.

Xu Lin then laughed: "What if this is translated into yours?" ”

"Ha, the stock is still the first, I can't say it."

Cheng Yuan couldn't help but smile and make an old master's face, then closed the browser, picked up a fountain pen casually, stood up and walked out the door. Xu Lin's laughter behind him was still rippling. ”

When he opened the door and entered the conference room, the director's expression was a little unkind: "It's late, didn't I tell you to come in ten minutes early for the meeting?" ”

Cheng Yuan's two palms were folded and shook twice, making a "I'm really sorry" posture, with a smile on his face, and he was relieved to see the leader's expression of can't help but laugh.

He casually found a seat to sit in, and the rest of the room quickly adjusted back to that characteristic serious expression, and the meeting began:

"Well, comrades are all here, today's meeting will be very brief, mainly four things, one is to talk about the report that everyone has handed in; The second is that the second supervision team of the provincial party committee will come to our bureau to inspect the work, and today we will discuss the specific reception work; Third, the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee asked us to investigate the "three olds" in the old city; It is also necessary to carry out the party's mass line education and practice activities to study ......"

Cheng Yuan gasped, this is called very brief? How long does it take to read the manuscript and go through the motions for the fourth article alone? It is estimated that I will get off work directly after this meeting.

He couldn't help but worry at this time: he hadn't slept well just now, and now his eyelids were fighting. And Wang Ju has a problem, that is, he speaks a little sour, and he likes to drag the text, although in his opinion, Wang Ju usually often uses idioms wrongly, and if he says some old allusions that Zhang Guan Li can't wear in tune later, it's really difficult not to fall asleep.

Of course, perhaps because of this, Wang Ju usually admires him a little, after all, he is also from the Department of History of Xiamen University, and Chengyuan was originally determined to engage in academics, but this path failed to go through, so he recruited someone to a public institution.

He secretly reminded himself, "Don't fall asleep. But it didn't take long for me to get more and more sleepy, and coupled with the desperate need to hold back the yawn, the lack of oxygen in the brain became more and more intense. Wang Ju's voice was hoarse and uninhibited, like sawing wood, it is conceivable that a person like this who does not speak beautifully enough will not be able to enter the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee in the future even if he has passed the year of knowing the destiny of heaven.

"I also read Xiao Liu's recent reports in the morning, how can I say it? Although there has been progress, it has been good and bad. If according to the words of Gu Yun's household servant Lang Qili, it is "or two sentences are commendable, or one is rewarded"

Chengyuan was slightly surprised in his heart: Hey? This allusion is still used in a strange way, and the leader has improved? ”

"Whether you write something, draft a notice, at least the text must be passable, although it is not enough for Yu Yang Dazheng to move the bosom friend, at least Mobi insect traces are written by the traces of the birds. Well...... I have lived for 50 years, and I have never forgotten to study actively. This is the only way to express the words and the words to the point, although they are irrelevant to the truth, they are also considerable. ………………”

His ears were full of rotten words dragged out by the king, and Chengyuan's two eyelids changed from dragon and tiger competition to mandarin ducks playing in the water, and finally merged into one......

In a trance, he didn't know how long it took, but he woke up with a stirring spirit, first feeling a dull pain in the top of his head, and then his eyes were wide open, but the surroundings were dark.

There was a bright light in the direction of the right side of the body, and it turned out that his mobile phone had turned on the flashlight function and fell to the ground, faintly shining the rocks around him, and he was in a dark hole.

"Sure enough, I fell asleep, and even the dream was a serial." Chengyuan thought secretly.

Realizing in a haze that it seemed to be a meeting just now, and the leader was still speaking, he hurriedly reached over and pinched his thigh hard, wanting to wake up quickly.

The reply to this action was a continuous burst of severe throbbing pain, which was real and realistic.

Regarding the difference between dreams and reality, Chengyuan has some experience, and the person in the dream will be in an absurd environment without realizing it, which is the biggest feature; The person in the dream will unconsciously pursue the realization of his own desires, which is the second characteristic. He tried to compare the scene with the present in order to analyze which was more absurd. A series of scenes were in a fragmented state of memory at the beginning, and after a moment of hesitation, he re-strung the clues, and then thought:

Xu Lin, as the secretary of the Wang Bureau, why did she stay in the office and not attend the meeting? This is one of them;

I am just twenty-three years old, I have only been in this unit for half a year, and I am still preparing for the civil service examination, in other words, I am only a temporary establishment for the time being, and I am not even a career editor, how can I attend that regular meeting? Second;

According to the level of Wang Ju's speech, there is no way to pull out those slightly obscure stories, thirdly;

The discussion between Ming Fan and Qing Fan on the forum just now seems to have a harmonious atmosphere, fourth;

The fifth and most important: In addition to official business in the past six months, Xu Lin has only had three dialogues with herself: "The kettle is full of water from the water room" and "um"; "Is there a lot of people in the cafeteria?" "Many"; and "If you work overtime, the key is in the cupboard." "Good".

Xu Lin, who is a "royal woman" who is a second-generation handsome man of an urban construction design institute, actually joked with herself in an ambiguous tone, which is enough to prove the conclusion that it should be: that is a dream.

If these thoughts are spoken, it is a little complicated.,But the whole process is just a thought for Chengyuan.,Just like when people first wake up from sleep, they sometimes hesitate for two or three seconds.,In extreme cases, even more than ten seconds.,Only then do you realize that you are just in a dream.。

Xu Lin's level is not worthy of a meeting, she is worthy; Xu Lin will only be "**powerful", but she ignores her love; However, she is very pleasing to the eye and is her own dish. Chengyuan smiled bitterly: "It turns out that this is my subconscious, Master Freud, thank you." ”

Yes, whether it's being suddenly teleported into a cave or the meeting in a dream, it's ridiculous. However, as long as you wake up completely, then people will quickly grasp and judge their true timeline, and the so-called "never be able to tell whether it is a dream or a reality" Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is simply impossible for a sober person. Chengyuan thought to himself: "At best, that's just a literary technique played by Zhuangzi in the article in order to express his own private goods." ”

Chengyuan realized that he had been trapped in this cave for two days. However, it seems that something had happened before the dream that he had just been in the office, but unfortunately his consciousness had been fragmented, and he couldn't remember it clearly.

I can be sure that I was indeed in the unit before I appeared here, and I should have just entered the office at that time, and I had not yet removed the large backpack on my shoulder, which was used by going to the supermarket at noon to buy things for the office people to go on weekend outings, and of course, the medicine prescribed for my mother to go to the hospital regularly. Immediately the house began to shake, and a dazzling white light lit up outside the window, Cheng Yuan didn't know how to describe the light, only remembered that it was so strong that it was like "nuclear war broke out".

He looked around, and the backpack was still there, and it was the food and bottled water in the bag that he had stayed here for so long. When observing the surrounding situation, Chengyuan found that the trend of the place where the hole was leading was an inclined shaft.

Structures used for support, iron hoes, and conical iron drills can be seen every few minutes. This must be a mine.

The support was not a steel hydraulic support, but a wooden shaft.

The fact that the timber showed no signs of decay in the damp environment suggests that even if the mine was abandoned, it had not been through hundreds of millennia, but had been used not so long ago. If you want to delineate an approximate time frame for this kind of craftsmanship and technical techniques, it is possible from the Wei and Jin dynasties to the Yuan dynasty.

Chengyuan didn't have the courage to get out of this hole, because he really couldn't accept the reality that I might have reached a "place I shouldn't have been". He had no desire to "see" the world. I just want to hold on to the position I appeared in a few days ago, no matter how long it takes, until I am "teleported" back again.

Until he was tormented by hunger and cold and fell into deep despair.

Author's note:

For a time-traveling work, the protagonist's crossing is actually a very important case, so the author wrote many beginnings of the story, roughly at least four or five versions, but after repeated trade-offs, the verdict was not finalized.

A very important reason is that I hope that all readers who open this book can unravel the burden of "the era the author came" within 10,000 words in three chapters, and then open the door to the important event of "carrying the capital of the capital" in the fifth section, that is, 15,000 words, and then have a very rational understanding of the "incident of carrying the capital" in the first seven sections. I think this is the bottom line of the design at the beginning of the book, and if it doesn't meet this requirement, then the book will be 200% useless.

In the end, I weighed it repeatedly, but I still made up my mind and completely deleted the details of Chengyuan's crossing and replaced it with a few simple explanations at the beginning. Although the opening made everyone feel sloppy to read, I still think that the trade-off is worth it.

Many details in Chengyuan's crossing will continue to be revealed in the occasional aftermath (such as what happened during the protagonist's consciousness fragmentation in the mine?). The author promises to give a responsible account to everyone!