Wang Yan sat under the tree, regardless of the eyes of others, lowered his head, gobbled up the baked cakes, and after a while, the two baked cakes were swept away, he looked at the cloth coins presented by Zhang Liang with dull eyes, and smiled helplessly, when he came to this world, he felt extremely lonely, and he didn't know what was waiting for him, he held heavy footsteps, walking aimlessly on the street, as if his life had come to an end, passers-by saw him and dodged one after another, at this time, he was ragged, unkempt, and dirty all over his body. Like a beggar.

I don't know when, the sky became gray, from time to time there were gusts of wind, blowing a cold swish on people's backs, an autumn rain came unexpectedly, the rain was dripping down, after a while, the cold rain soaked his clothes, so cold that he shivered, the street was already deserted, he walked alone in the rain, I don't know how long later, suddenly, he felt a pitch black in front of him, fell to the ground......

When Wang Yan woke up, he found that he was lying on a wooden bed, the sky outside was already dark, but it was still raining, and there was an oil lamp lit in the room, and the light was soft.

The crisp sound of rain hitting bamboo leaves, the comfortable wooden bed, and the soft light made him feel like he was home, and he unconsciously left two lines of tears.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and an old man over half a hundred years old limped in with a cane, he hurriedly wiped away his tears, forced a calm look, the old man looked kind, and said softly: "Young man, are you awake?" Why don't you go home on a rainy day, running around, isn't it a quarrel with your family? ”

"Nope." Thinking of his family, he felt a faint pain in his heart, and shed tears of sadness.

Seeing that he was in a trance, the old man looked haggard, and asked, "Young man, do you have something unspeakable, why are you so sad?"

"Old man, I ......"

He wanted to say and stopped, he wanted to tell the old man everything, but, when he said it, who would believe it?

He traveled from the world after 2,000 years, usually likes to read some ancient books, just graduated from college, on the way to find a job repeatedly hit a wall, this day, the sky is raining heavily, lightning and thunder, he is surfing the Internet at home, suddenly, a light blue light flashed on the computer screen, all of a sudden knocked him out, and when he woke up, he found that he had come to the capital of South Korea two thousand years ago ~ Xinzheng, almost scared him out, he always thought he was dreaming, but, everything he saw in the past few days, are telling him that this is true, the despair in his heart, it is conceivable that he did not expect that the stories of those times in the TV series would happen to him, he tried many methods, and wanted to go back to two thousand years later, but in the end, he is still here.

When the old man saw him like this, he didn't ask any more questions, but turned around and brought him a cup of hot tea on the table.

Wang Yan took the hot tea, felt a warm current surging into his heart, he slowed down, looked at the kind old man, and said, "Old man, where am I?" ”

The old man said softly: "This is Xinzheng Chengnan, the old man is called Li Xiu, and there is a son named Li Ji, in the afternoon my son came back from pulling goods outside, and found that you were lying on the road outside, soaking wet, unconscious, so I carried you in, and I asked him to give you a bath and change into the clothes he was wearing." ”

It was only then that Wang Yan found that he had changed into a set of clean clothes.

"What is your name, young man, and where do you live?"

"My name is Wang Yan, my name is Yutian, and my home is in ......," he said, choking up.

The old man saw that he was a little pitiful, and said: "Young man, don't cry, don't cry, let's do it, you live in my house first, this is relatively remote, only me and my son live here, my father and son, were Korean soldiers earlier, but, in a big battle with Qin ten years ago, my left leg was seriously injured, I couldn't continue to fight, so I had to retire from the army, and Ji'er's mother died early, the general saw that I had no one to take care of, Ji'er was young, and immediately felt pity, so he gave me a sum of money, and asked Ji'er to retire to take care of me, My father and son used the money to start a small business, which was enough to support ourselves. With that, the old man pointed to his injured left leg, and then sighed.

"Uncle Li, are you a soldier in South Korea?"

"Well, it was, it is, and it will still be, although I left the army, the hearts of my father and son will always be with the brethren and with Korea."

Wang Yan saw clearly, when the old man said this, his eyes were firm, and his expression was a little excited, at this time, Wang Yan had mixed feelings in his heart, and his thoughts were thousands, the world he lived in two thousand years later, the soldiers defended the country, served the people, selfless dedication, and rushed to the front line in times of crisis, the Korean soldiers at the end of the Warring States period two thousand years ago were also bloody battles, generous and righteous, guarding the country, and it was the soldiers who did not dislike him today, saved his life, and let him live. In the world he lives in, when it comes to today's events, almost no one wants to care, and looking at the old soldier in front of him, he was moved in his heart.

At this moment, a young man came into the house, the young man was about twenty years old, and his body was very strong. After he put the food in the tray in his hand on the table, he smiled at Wang Yan, looked at the old man again, and said, "Dad, little brother, it's time to eat."

The old man smiled, pointed at Wang Yan and said, "Ji'er, this is Wang Yan's brother." ”

The young man smiled at him again and nodded.

The old man helped Wang Yan to sit down at the table, pointed to the food, and said with some pride: "Quick, try the food made by my son, this kid, the craftsmanship is not bad." ”

I saw three bowls of dishes on Table Mountain, a bowl of pork, a bowl of small green vegetables, a bowl of scrambled eggs with leeks, plus a pot of rice, a small jar of wine, three large bowls, and three wine glasses.

"Uncle Li, Brother Li Ji, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble." Wang Yan's stomach was empty at this time, and a feeling of hunger suddenly arose, and he said a little embarrassed in the face of the food that the Li Ji brothers cooked for him on the table.

"Hey, what's not to bother, young man, taste it, the food won't taste good when it's cold." The old man said happily.

Wang Yan nodded, a burst of gratitude rose in his heart, he picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of egg, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, only to feel that it was extremely fragrant and delicious! He picked up a little leek and chewed it, only to feel that it was very tender and tasted great!

Wow! It turns out that the scrambled eggs with leeks made by the ancients 2,000 years ago are so delicious! It's a delicacy of the mountains and the sea! He was amazed in his heart, and a beautiful smile appeared on his face.

Li Xiu's father and son saw his smile and knew that the food was to his taste, but they still asked, "Little brother, how is it?" ”

"Uncle Li, Brother Li Ji, it's really very good, you bothered."

"That's good, that's good."

Then, he tasted the pork and vegetables, which were also so delicious that he didn't think that the home-cooked dishes that people liked to eat two thousand years later appeared on the dinner table of the ancients two thousand years ago!

"Little brother, do you know how to drink, my father and I have been in the army for a long time, and we like to drink a little wine, I'm afraid this habit can't be changed."

Li Ji looked at him with a smile and said, next to him, the old man also showed an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Will drink, drink... Have a drink. Wang Yan said with some apprehension, he didn't know what the taste of this wine was, but he learned from the book that the degree of wine in the Warring States Period was very low, and it was definitely not the taste of Erguotou or Hengshui Laobaigan.

"Gotcha!" Li Ji filled the three wine glasses, put one of them in front of him, Wang Yan carefully looked at the wine glass, the bottom of the glass has a handle, the upper part is deeper, and the surface is also painted with patterns, almost the same shape as the wine glass after two thousand years, but it is made of clay, he picked up the wine glass, and there was a reverie.

If I could go back one day and bring one of these glasses, it would be a priceless artifact! From the archaeological aspect, it should be enough to be a national first-class cultural relic!

He looked at the wine in the glass, it was not so clear, a little cloudy, he took a small sip, and felt that the degree of the wine was about 20 degrees, and the taste was a bit similar to rice wine, delicious! In the blink of an eye, he drank the rest of the wine in his glass.

"Little brother, what a lot of wine!" Li Ji cast an admiring look at him, and the old man was also a little surprised.

Wang Yan laughed in his heart, and secretly thought: "In the world I live in, I am just a rookie who drinks alcohol, a real god of wine, I have seen a lot!" ”

The three of them chatted while eating until late at night, Wang Yan told Li Xiu and his son that his hometown was in the Chu State, and he did not want to deliberately deceive the kind father and son, in the world where Wang Yan lived, his hometown was located in the territory of the Southern Chu State two thousand years ago.

After dinner, Wang Yan thanked the father and son again, Li Ji cleaned up the table, and then walked out of the room, while the old man chatted with Wang Yan for a while, and then walked out of the room, closed the door, and told him to rest well.

Wang Yan was lying on the bed, the rain outside the house still hadn't stopped, he was so tired these days, and after a while, he was groggy

Sleeping, in dreams, father, mother, brother, friend...... Familiar figures came towards him, and gradually faded away, he ran after them, but he could not catch up, no matter how much he shouted, he could not prevent those figures from disappearing.

The dream suddenly woke up, Wang Yan sat up suddenly, the room was quiet, outside the window, the sound of rain hitting bamboo leaves was still the same, he smiled bitterly, and muttered: "Now, I have a little experience of the bleak artistic conception in Bai Pu's "Tang Ming Emperor's Autumn Night Wutong Rain" in the Yuan Dynasty. ”

No one knows how long he sat in bed, he kept thinking about how to return to the world he lived in, how to face the chaos of the world in front of him, and suddenly, he felt his own insignificance and helplessness, how would he spend the long night? No one could tell him that now, he could only wait for the dawn, waiting for the moment of epiphany.