The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the rain falls all night, so the Minjiang River outside the city rises.

The biggest benefit of traveling to the Ming Dynasty is that there is no stress and the pace of life is infringingly slow. Suddenly, Wu Jie felt that he had an endless amount of time. Every day, he would sleep until noon before getting up slowly, then put on a book, dragged clogs, and walked slowly on the street on the red sand shale slabs unique to Sichuan, and went to Tang Pig's Feet House to eat noodles.

Although Tang's pig's feet are surnamed Tang, they have nothing to do with Tang Mi's family. His family's stewed pig's feet with big white beans is a famous snack in Xinjin County, and the pig's trotters and big white beans are stewed overnight, and they are all cooked badly, and the whole soup color is as white as milk. Scoop up a bowl of noodle soup, pour the soup, sprinkle with green coriander and chopped green onions, and then hook a spoonful of oil and spicy seeds, the taste is the same as that of later generations, fresh and spicy.

After coming to the Ming Dynasty for more than a month, Wu Jie fell in love with Sichuan snacks madly, eating from the north of the city to the south of the city, what cold powder, Sanhe mud, loach drill tofu, all ate one by one.

The original taste and high-quality ingredients are not available in modern society.

The young master of a rich and noble family originally had the habit of getting up. In this regard, Mozi did not find it strange, and usually buried his head and carefully followed behind Wu Jie, following in unison.

After serving his son-in-law and sitting down, he ordered a bowl of tofu brain, two scallion crisps, and sat aside and ate them in small bites.

Moth Ping's surname seems to be very noisy, but outside she abides by the duties of a maid and rarely speaks. When she met Wu Jie, she was uncomfortable, and when she teased her, she didn't smile, but only twitched the corners of her mouth.

In this way, a master and a servant, one in front of the other, walked on the stone floor, and the footsteps were light and crisp. Wu Jie's white clothes are fluttering, although the body is still very thin, but the self-confidence and calmness of modern people are placed in this alley, the ancient city and the spring of flying flowers, but there is an indescribable chic. Moth is such a clever and cute little girl, it is difficult not to become a scene in Xinjin County.

After lunch, Wu Jie usually goes to make a cup of green tea under the big banyan tree under the Ximen Bridge in Xinjin, and lazily read a few pages of a book in the warm sun. Then he raised his head and looked at the green sand and white on the river for a moment, and the birds swirled.

Sometimes, Wu Jie thinks to himself, this is not bad, compared to the breathless pace of life in modern society, this is heaven.

For a person who has no great ambitions, this kind of life is what is dreamed of.

If it weren't for the imperial examination, Wu Jie thought that he might probably live like this day by day, and then grow old day by day. Watching the little girl next to her slowly wrinkle her face with herself, her hair slowly turning gray. Then, the moth and himself will support each other, bent their bodies, and still pace back and forth in the noodle shop and teahouse once a day.

If you are young, you will not enter Sichuan, and you will not be able to leave Sichuan.

"It's a pity that I'm not a tourist, and I don't have this relaxed state of mind."

Shaking his head with all his might, leaving this inexplicable thought behind, Wu Jie cheered up again, glanced at the manuscript in his hand, and then lowered his head and memorized it silently. Until the head is slanted to the west, until there is no trace of heat in the green tea in the cup.

"The premonition has become real, maybe I really want to be trapped in this world and never go back. If you don't hurry up, you will be abandoned by time. ”

Since losing a day last time, Wu Jie also felt a trace of panic. But in the next few days, this kind of thing did not happen again, and he gradually stopped taking it to heart, thinking that it was just an accident.

But just twelve days ago, the same thing happened again.

On the night of the end of the Tang family's poetry meeting, Wu Jie returned to modern society as usual in his dream, this time not being awakened by the alarm clock preset by his mobile phone as usual, but waking up in front of the library computer as he did last time.

As soon as he saw the computer screen and the bookshelves around him, Wu Jie was cold.

It took him a long time to wake up after sitting in a chair in a daze, and in the first moment of regaining consciousness, Wu Jie turned his gaze to the time column in the lower right corner of the computer screen, which was ten o'clock in the morning. I don't know what I did this morning, and how I came from home to work.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva violently, he clicked on the date bar with a trembling hand, and when he saw it, Wu Jie almost jumped up from the chair: "The spicy one next door, sure enough, lost time again, and it was two days to lose it." ”

It turned out that it was different from only losing one day at a time before, this time it was two days, a full forty-eight hours, no matter how Wu Jie recalled, he couldn't remember what he had done in the past two days, as if he was suffering from amnesia.

It has only been a few days since the last time it was lost, and not only is the interval shorter, but the time is getting longer and longer.

One time may also be explained by chance, and if the same event happens a second time, it is inevitable.

According to Murphy's Law, bad things always follow one after another, and there is no escape.

If you don't guess wrong, this kind of sudden incident will continue, more and more frequent, and the lost time night will get longer and longer, until you completely travel to the Ming Dynasty and never come back.

I sat in front of the computer for a long time, asked my colleague for a cigarette, lit it, and took a sharp puff, but I was choked and coughed, and even tears came out.

After snuffing out the cigarette butt, Wu Jie thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a clue: it is certain that he will completely cross over to the Ming Dynasty in the future, and he can't escape if he wants to.

He is no stranger to crossing. In fact, when he is idle, he often reads some time-traveling novels on the Internet. Ever since he entered the dream world every night, he had studied this unique subject matter carefully.

In general, time-traveling novels are divided into two main categories: flesh wear and soul wear.

The so-called physical wear means that the whole person directly enters another world with the soul belt.

The soul piercing is the soul entering the body of the aboriginal of another world and living in his place.

Judging from his current situation, it should be a soul to wear away.

The reason why I will wear it back is that my soul does not fit well with the body of the aborigine, so I wear it back from time to time.

However, he has been living in the Ming Dynasty for more than a month, and the degree of cooperation between the spirit and the flesh is gradually perfect, just like a new car is about to run out of the period. Once the run-in period is over, this two-way crossing event will no longer occur,

"It's terrible, and although I'm tired of the gray and hopeless nature of modern society, I'm still a little nostalgic for never coming back. The ancient society without electric lights, television, and computers was indeed depressing. However, it is also exciting to be able to make a career in that world. The question is, I'm not ready yet, is there still time? ”

Hopefully, this buffer period is long enough to at least give me time to memorize all the information I should memorize.

Then, everything was confirmed, and the loss of time happened for the third time.

This time it was three days, and only two days had passed in the ancient world.

A time crisis has crept in.

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