86_86695 Crossing is a strange thing. Wang Shuhui had thought about this matter before, and he felt that it was still possible to cross this matter. He has always believed that any idea that is supported by specific scientific theories has the possibility of becoming a reality. But, of course, in his opinion, in his lifetime, he will not be able to see the time machine, and he will not be able to travel through time and space.

Until today, when Wang Shuhui saw that light gate, he subconsciously thought that it was a time and space gate.

In 2014, Wang Shuhui resigned from the south and returned to his hometown in the northeast. He decided not to go out to work again this year and to rest in his hometown for a while. Every day after dinner, he would go for a walk in the kilometers near the arsenal. This park, called Yueyuan, was built in the 50s, and when the arsenal was prosperous, it was very prosperous for a time. With the decline of the arsenal, there is not a single tourist here.

Wang Shuhui often went to this park to play when he was a child, and when he returned home for the first time after ten years away from home, he often went to Yue Garden for a walk, which can be regarded as a memory of his childhood.

Yue Yuan was already quite decayed, and the ground was full of dead grass. It's winter, and the yellow grass covers the entire park. Wang Shuhui walked along the barely visible path among the grass and trees. Because he was the only one in the huge park, coupled with the cold weather, he couldn't help but shiver. It was at this time that he discovered the light gate hidden in the grass and trees.

Wang Shuhui is a very cautious person, but I don't know why, when he saw that space-time gate, he lost his caution and stepped into the space-time gate.

Wang Shuhui crossed.

After stepping through the light gate, his first instinct was to look at the space-time gate behind him. Fortunately, although the light gate has become a little smaller, it is still there.

It was a surprise thing. Wang Shuhui wore a down jacket and appeared in another time and space. Wang Shuhui wanted to travel back immediately, but he thought about it and decided to figure out what era it was first.

He took a closer look at the place. It was a large garden, and like the other end of the light gate, it was also a decadent scene full of barren grass and trees. On the one hand, Wang Shuhui felt fortunate that he did not immediately meet people of this era, so that he could be more prepared. On the other hand, I feel a little scared, I can't cross into some strange other world.

Wang Shuhui first covered up the scene with some dead branches and weeds to cover up the light door. After that, he began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

The garden covers a large area, on the one hand, there are some northern gardens in a sparse and open style. On the other hand, the rockery ponds are scattered in the middle, revealing a bit of the beauty of the southern garden. The buildings in the garden, like the garden, are mostly dilapidated, but you can see the owner's former magnanimity. The shelves of the houses are very tall, although they are blue bricks and green tiles, but the wealth and dignity still come out of it.

Wang Shuhui took a closer look at the shape of the house. There are about points in my heart, and this world is about the Ming and Qing dynasties. The architectural characteristics of the Ming and Qing dynasties are the most obvious, showing an image of concise form and cumbersome details. Due to the reduction of the proportion of the bucket arch, the reduction of the depth of the eaves, the slender proportion of the columns, the rising, side feet, and the roll are no longer used, the proportion of the beam is heavy, and the soft lines of the roof disappear, so it presents a restrained but steady and rigorous style, and the architectural form is refined and the symbolism is enhanced.

In the garden where Wang Shuhui is located, the building presents the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties, whether it is the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, which is difficult to say.

Wang Shuhui felt it carefully. The humidity of the air here is very high, and the temperature is about a few degrees below zero, so the weather is not too cold. But from this point of view, this is at least not the northern region. When the temperature in the northern region is around zero, it is also winter and spring, when it is a time of drought, the temperature here is around zero, and the air humidity is so large.

The garden is very large, and Wang Shuhui's location is probably surrounded by a forest. He groped his way out of the woods, and found a path in the wild grass of the garden, which was evident as the occasional sign of people walking around here. He walked along the trail for about ten minutes, and after passing a few gates, he reached the vicinity of the main entrance. He listened intently for a while, and a few vague words of talking and coughing reached his ears. In a room next to the gate, bursts of medicinal incense were spreading.

Wang Shuhui thought about it, but walked to the door of the house and knocked lightly.

"Who's knocking?" An answer was followed by some coughing. After that, the door of the room was opened, and a child who looked to be eleven or twelve years old looked at Wang Shuhui with a pair of big eyes.

When the child saw Wang Shuhui, he was first startled by Wang Shuhui's big man, and then attracted by his inch. After looking at Wang Shuhui for a long time, he shouted loudly into the room, "Father, it's a master monk." ”

Wang Shuhui knew when he saw this child, this must be the Ming Dynasty. The child was dressed in gray, apparently in the style of a small robe, and had long hair on the top of his head, but his hair was combed into two buns, like the two corners of the head. This is the standard hairstyle of children of the ancient Han people, and it is here that the year of the total horn in Chinese comes from.

The child's words reminded Wang Shuhui. In ancient times, it was troublesome for people who had no status. In the Ming Dynasty, those who had no identity and could not tell the origin were the exiles, but the exiles had no status and no rights. Wang Shuhui has short hair, just like a monk, which is a good explanation of his identity and clothing.

Wang Shuhui reacted quickly, and when the child turned his head, he saw Wang Shuhui with his hands folded. He proclaimed a Buddha horn and called Amitabha. With this Buddha horn, a sound of rustling came, and a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties walked over. The middle-aged man looked sick, his face was obviously not good, he was pale, his lips were purple, and his breathing was not smooth. Wang Shuhui knows some medical knowledge, and he can generally tell that this person has lung disease.

"What's the matter with the master?" The middle-aged man asked breathlessly.

Wang Shuhui's friends have a Hubei Huangshi people, and he has a good relationship, four years later, Wang Shuhui can also understand the Hubei dialect, although the accent of this middle-aged man is strange, but in general he can still understand, Wang Shuhui generally judged, this is about the southern region of Hubei.

"The poor monk passed by the treasure land, heard that the donor was sick, and knew a little about medicine, so he came to Mao Sui to recommend himself." Wang Shuhui lowered his voice, making his voice sound a little religious and deep, and said tentatively to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was obviously a little surprised, and said to Wang Shuhui, "The Han family is dilapidated and poor, I'm afraid I can't ...... for the master." ”

As soon as Wang Shuhui heard this, he understood what was going on, and said to the middle-aged man, "The donor doesn't need to be polite, the poor monk has come from afar, and there is no place to live, so he only borrows a place in your mansion to settle down, and nothing else is necessary." ”

The middle-aged man thought about it, and probably knew that the situation of his family was not worth anyone's plot, so he agreed to Wang Shuhui's request to stay overnight in exchange for the opportunity to be healed.

Wang Shuhui entered the room and looked at the furnishings of the room. There are a lot of furniture, but it's obviously old. In Wang Runmin's eyes, this house is not small, and it has to be more than 100 square meters. In addition to the furniture is relatively old, it can be seen that the owner's family still has some family background. But I don't know what kind of family this is, such a big courtyard house, just such a father and son.

Wang Shuhui let the middle-aged man lie on the bed and check his pulse by himself, Wang Shuhui has read medical books, and has also studied the method of taking the pulse, what inch is close, what is up and down, and he also knows some of these, but to be honest, he doesn't know how to see a doctor at all. But he knew that this man had lung disease, so he said that lung disease was fine.

"Oh, the donor is this a disease of lung wind and phlegm asthma that is invaded by the evil of external wind chill and wind heat, it would have been better if it had been treated earlier, but now I am afraid it will be difficult to do." Wang Shuhui came up and flickered.

When the middle-aged man knew that his lung disease had reached the point of strictness, he invited a few doctors and took a few pairs of medicines, but not only did he not see better, but he became more and more strict, and after listening to Wang Shuhui's words, his face showed despair. The child also cooperated, holding the middle-aged man's arm and howling.

Wang Shuhui knows that people will go through five processes when they hear the news that they have a terminal illness, but it is obvious that this person's heart is very good, and he did not immerse himself in the five processes for a long time, and accepted this reality after a while. A cold developed into pneumonia, which was a common occurrence in ancient times when there were no antibiotics and quacks were everywhere. Generally speaking, the mortality rate of the ancients was extremely high, so when middle-aged people got pneumonia, they basically received a notice of death.

After that, the middle-aged man didn't care about Wang Shuhui's storage at all, and explained the aftermath to his children. Wang Shuhui saw that something was wrong, so he immediately said, "The donor doesn't have to be discouraged, the poor monk has a family heirloom elixir to treat the disease of lung wind, phlegm and asthma." ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, there was a look of hope in his eyes, "Please also ask the master to save me." ”

"Don't wait for the donor, I'll make medicine for you. But you have to use your garden. Wang Shuhui said.

"That's all easy to say, Wen'er, you lead the master to the garden." As soon as the child heard that his father was saved, he immediately became excited, and trotted to lead Wang Shuhui to the garden.

As soon as Wang Shuhui arrived at the gate of the garden, he told the child to go back, and it would take some time for him to make his own medicine, and he would go back once it was made. The child was not at ease, and he was determined to guard here, Wang Shuhui persuaded the child for a long time before persuading the child to leave.

When he entered the garden, he wasted great effort to close the broken gate of the garden, and walked carefully to the gate of light. The light gate was still the same as it was, and it didn't continue to get smaller, and Wang Shuhui didn't think much about it, and immediately passed through.

He went to the nearest store and bought a lot of anti-inflammatory medicines, cold medicines, cough syrups and other medicines, and packed a big bag. Returned to the vicinity of the Light Gate