"You can think so." Raising her head, a rare smile rose on Fang Ting's face.

Tang Ran nodded, sat on the bench behind him, put the toy puppet in his hand beside him, and the interview hall fell silent.

Tang Ran closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the whole person seemed to have become the Chris who had just experienced the departure of his wife, suffered ridicule, was kicked out by the landlord because he couldn't pay the rent, and was stranded to the subway station with his children.

When he first met his father, he was twenty-eight years old, so Chris decided from a young age that he must be a good father if he had children in the future.

He has been working hard, but now he can only take his son to become a homeless homeless man, and there is no one in the empty subway station, only rows and rows of cold seats.

The men sat in their seats, tired, anxious, and at a loss, because they had no place to stay tonight.

The "son" sat next to him with his head bowed and tired, he only had some ordinary belongings left on him, as well as medical equipment that he had never sold, but he didn't want his son to know that they were now homeless and homeless.

Suddenly.

"It's not a time machine." The son seemed to suddenly turn his head and look at the opening of the medical device in the man's hand. "Dad, it's not a time machine, that person said it's a time machine, it's not at all, he's wrong."

"Who's wrong?" The man looked at his son.

"The guy in the park, he said it was a time machine." The son said innocently and immaturely.

The exhausted man paused, looked at the medical device in his hand and sighed, and slowly spoke, "He's right. ”

"No, that's not." The son said with his head down.

"Yes."

"That's not."

Glancing at his somewhat stubborn son, the man lowered his head and looked at the medical equipment he had been selling all along, "Well, we know that pressing this black button." He raised his head and looked tentatively at his son, "Want to try?" ”

"Okay!" The son said helplessly.

"Come here, try it." The man tried to convince his son.

Glancing at his father, his son hesitantly approached.

"Click here." Looking down at the buttons on the instrument, the man said, suddenly, he paused, raised his head, and looked at his son, "Wait, where do you want to go?" He said, as if the medical device in front of him was really a time machine.

"I don't know, it's supposed to be ancient." The son looked up and said.

"Close your eyes." Looking at his son, the man said mysteriously and seriously, with a slight smile in his eyes.

"You close your eyes, I want to see." The son said immaturely and innocently.

The man lowered his head and chuckled, helplessly with his doting on his son and his love for his son's words. "Alright! Let's press together. Holding his son's hand, the man pressed the black button on the medical device.

"Close your eyes, close them! Then wait a few seconds. Looking at his son, whose eyes were closed and full of anticipation, the man raised his head and looked into the empty air, "Oh my God! ”

"Open up, open up!" Urging his son, the man raised his head and looked at the sky, his face full of surprise and shock, as if what he was looking for was not an empty subway station, but an ancient world.