Black and white are mixed with the three primary colors of red, green and blue, deriving a bizarre passage with no head or tail in sight. Huang Xuan sat on his own blanket with his head held high, and flew aimlessly along the passage, pressing his left hand under his leg and holding down his trembling little finger.

15-year-old Huang Xuan is still a junior high school student, and everything in front of him is obviously beyond his imagination. Just an hour ago, he was just curious about why the newly excavated swimming pool floor at home was so dry and hard, and the school transplanted a big tree a few days ago was also dug very deep, but the pit was like the rain after the rain, adhering to the curiosity and research spirit that teenagers in the new century should have, Huang Xuan disguised himself to go to the garden pavilion to read after dinner, wrapped himself in a blanket and turned to the pool, picked up the shovel and began to dig down again.

Although it was still early spring, the weather in Nanjing was not cold, Huang Xuan dug a few meters harder, only to feel that the ground was getting harder and harder, and saw that there was still no water coming out, and he also felt tired, so he picked up the hammer left by the worker and smashed it a few times, ready to vent some energy and go back to the room to rest, but heard the hollow sound of "woo".

Huang Xuan checked the hammer in his hand, turned his head to look at the corner where the tools were stacked, walked over and chose the largest engineering hammer, carried it on his shoulder with a smile on his face, and said to himself as he walked: "Let me give you a few heavy looks." ”

Then ......, and then Huang Xuan arrived in this kaleidoscopic passage.

He shouted loudly and scolded hatefully, but there was no echo in this passage, Huang Xuan stopped his mouth helplessly, only felt that his limbs were crisp and numb, and there was a tendency to get out of the control of his brain - obviously, he was a little trembling.

Of course, Huang Xuan didn't want to admit that he would be scared by the flowers, he hadn't played in any playground...... However, it is safer if you are really kidnapped in a playground.

The blanket was like a piece of paper floating on a river, gently undulating, Huang Xuan's body also rose and fell, and after a while, Huang Xuan said loudly again: "I'm thirsty, give saliva to drink." ”

At this point, he prefers to be in the hands of his kidnappers rather than trapped in some strange thing - his parents may be able to deal with the former, and as for the latter, as can be known from the ratio of the protagonist to the supporting role in countless novels and films, it is all up to fate.

There was still no response, Huang Xuan couldn't help but bow his head, and habitually looked at his watch, as if he had just come in, and the watch was also stopped.

Maybe it was too tired to dig a pit, or maybe it was because shouting consumed too much energy, Huang Xuan slept for a while in a daze, and heard a "squeak", like the sound of a high-power electrical appliance unplugging, he immediately thought of his situation, and immediately turned over and opened his eyes.

There was a circle of white light in the distance, which was unusually eye-catching in this colorful world, and before Huang Xuan could see it clearly, a neutral voice sounded: "The destination has arrived, P113T1061968W7890." ”

"Who are you?"

"As you understand it, you can call me a time shuttle."

"What's that?" Huang Xuan's heart was furious, but he was a little timid, and raised his voice slightly: "Let me go back, where is this." ”

"The P113 plane is equivalent to the space-time coordinates of the P112 plane in 1968, and the geographical address is 7890."

"I don't care what is here, send me back, don't mess with these false things, my dad is very *." Seeing that the white aperture was getting bigger and bigger, Huang Xuan's heart became unsteady.

The neutral voice said coldly: "I can't send you back, you have already touched the security of the base, given that your actions violated Article 5 of the third paragraph of the Space-Time Convention, Article 4 of the eleventh paragraph, and the absence of the base guard determined that the P112 creature was in compliance with the regulations and was about to be exiled." ”

Without waiting for Huang Xuan to say anything, he crashed into the thick white circle with his blanket.

***

A day later, Huang Xuan was almost sure that he was really in 1968, and although he had only heard about it from the conversations of his fathers, it did not prevent him from talking to pedestrians coming and going on the streets, going to bookstores, and even walking out of the town to stop cars on the highway, ask drivers, check license plates, look through various invoices, food stamps and even machinery numbers.

Every imprint is evidence.

Just this morning, Huang Xuan walked into the post office, the largest building in the town, and looked at the neat stamps stacked under the counter, and Huang Xuan's face was smiling.

This is both a wry smile and a blessing, the stamp under the cabinet Huang Xuan is very familiar, "the whole country is red", a famous stamp that was withdrawn on the day of issuance, it is also the most valuable stamp issued since the founding of New China - inversely proportional to its quantity. However, now, Huang Xuan saw a thick stack, and it hadn't even been cut yet.

In Huang Xuan's time, half a day after the well-known stamp was issued, an editor of the China Map Publishing House discovered that the map of China on the stamp was inaccurate, and did not depict the Xisha and Nansha Islands. After discovering the problem, the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications urgently ordered the local post and telecommunications offices to stop selling, but some post offices had already sold them ahead of schedule, resulting in the outflow of some stamps. However, now, Huang Xuan doesn't know whether he was lucky to be in that day, or if this era is different from what he knows.

There was only one female employee behind the counter, sitting lazily wearing a sweater on the desk behind the counter, and there were stamps stacked on the desk, all of which were a completed version of "The Mountains and Rivers of the Country Are Red". This era is not like later generations, post offices usually only sell one type of stamp, what is sold, and when it is sold out, it will be replaced with another. Huang Xuan took two steps with some dizziness, straightened his collar, smiled with what he thought was the kindest, and asked, "How does this stamp sell, can you show me?" ”

Most of it was thanks to standard Mandarin - Huang Xuan has benefited many times in the past two days - the female staff stood up with her little thumb in her hair, only glanced at Huang Xuan, who was "dressed in strange clothes", and lost interest in looking at it again, and said in a soft Wu language: "How many do you want?" ”

"I'd like to see it first." Huang Xuan kept smiling. He only has a blanket except for a mud-coated dress, how can he have the money to buy stamps, although a face value of at least 200,000 yuan in later generations "The Mountains and Rivers of the Country is Red" is only 8 cents.

The female clerk, who had no smile, turned colder and colder, the corners of her mouth twitched, she threw him a plate of stamps with two cuts off, and sat down to play her sweater.

Huang Xuan has never been a good-tempered person, in fact, as a descendant of the Huang family, he is more or less contaminated with some of Old Man Huang's temper: simple and irritable, but there is no lack of thinking, plus a little flexibility and tenacity to adapt to the environment. In addition, as a 15-year-old teenager, Huang Xuan is more rebellious. But at the moment, he still behaved naturally, and picked up the stamp with a smile.

Huang Xuan has seen many times grandfather's treasured philatelic products, although he himself can not talk about the level of identification, but at present, he just wants to take a closer look, this precious stamp is different from what he knows, as for the authenticity of the stamps, to be honest, Huang Xuan prefers the stamps are some clumsy fakes, and the current town and its surroundings are just a disgusting farce......

But if, or if he was really in 1968, then these stamps could be a lifesaver for him, eight years later, his house, his bread, his computer and game console, and even his woman.

And at this time, there were no merchants, no capitalists, and no identity cards; Some were food stamps, cloth stamps, meat stamps, and letters of introduction. After another 10 years78, the Third Plenary Session of the 11th Central Committee was held, and those who wanted to get rich first began to look at it tremblingly......

Huang Xuan doesn't know what he can do at the age of 15, and he doesn't even know which year it will end, but there are two things that are certain, this era will end, and "The Mountains and Rivers of the Country Are Red" will inevitably rise wildly, with a return on investment of nearly 5 million times, that is, 500 million percent. What a hard number to read.

After looking at the stamps in his hand twice, Huang Xuan couldn't help but touch his pocket, it was empty, yesterday he was going to dig a pit, and even the blanket was brought to the pavilion in disguise, and he was thrown aside, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't even have anything to keep out the cold last night.

Huang Xuan finally understood the feeling that his grandfather had when he talked about "The Mountains and Rivers of the Country Are Red", and the future stamps worth 300,000 yuan were placed on an old table with paint off, and 50 sheets were placed there, there were hundreds of editions. In other words, as long as the things on this broken table are kept for 30 years, the small picture on it is theoretically worth more than 400 million yuan, and you can buy a hundred Mercedes-Benz, which is equivalent to 800 years of hard work for a small staff with a monthly income of 4,000 yuan, and to buy them, you only need to pay 400 yuan now.

Thinking that he might never see his grandfather and parents again, Huang Xuan's heart shrank sharply, and his mouth became dry, he shook his head to leave these behind, pulled the only valuable blanket on his body, stretched his head over the chest-length counter, and said, "Sister, discuss something with you." ”

"Say." The woman sat behind the table without any affection, and her voice was a little urn-like.

"Look, I'm still a student, I don't have much money, I want to buy some stamps, can I exchange this blanket for you?" Huang Xuan thought about it, he didn't know how long he would stay here, it was 1969, this was an era when strangers were not welcomed, there were no small traders and hawkers, there was no tourist Golden Week, and he didn't talk about getting rich through labor, and he didn't have labor to sell, that is, this blanket could only ensure that he would not freeze to death, but not that he would not starve to death, and from this point of view, it would not help survive.