July 5, noon.

A commercial street near the Academy of Fine Arts.

This street is some years old, and it is still a brick and stone wall, and a bluestone street.

On this street, there is a jewelry store, a stationery store.

The two stores are separated by a wall.

It was the time when the sun was hot, and no one was on the street, and no one noticed a crease on the wall.

It's like a huge mirror has been placed here.

The walls of the fold created a redundancy, frantically squeezing to the sides.

The road began to deform when it was squeezed, and the shops on both sides began to deform, and even the doors took on strange shapes.

The owners of the two shops, Ren Jiu, lay drowsy under the fan and did not notice it in the slightest.

Soon, a glass door and a plaque with the words "Wanyue Calligraphy and Painting" also grew out of the creases to the sides.

One store is just squeezed between two stores.

With it as the center, the surrounding buildings and roads began to seek to return to their normal appearance, and automatically found them.

This process is like a ripple, spreading in a circle to the surrounding area, reaching the entire city.

All the buildings and roads took small steps to make way for a sudden extra building.

For a huge city, such a small shop is so insignificant, and after the ripples, it fits perfectly into its "body".

Still no one noticed.

Until dusk, a black and red police car drove up, attracting many people to stretch out their heads to look.

The police car stopped at the door of the "Wanyue Calligraphy and Painting" for a few seconds, and the back door opened, and a young man came down.

In his early twenties, wearing a long trench coat, he looks elegant and easy-going, and he is also handsome.

Liu Xiao quickly looked around after getting out of the car, and quickly pretended to be dazed when the policeman driving the car came to him.

He is not a man of this world, and the time traveled is this morning, from a place called Earth.

Before the crossing, his name was Liu Xiao, and his profession was a calligraphy and painting restorer, and he had already run for three.

He was an art student born in a small county town, with a low birth, and because he didn't study culture, he was not welcomed, and he often received some bad evaluations in the village.

It wasn't until he was admitted to graduate school that he became a professional painting and calligraphy restorer.

Coupled with the fact that the media reported on the restorer of cultural relics, this profession has entered the public eye, and he can be regarded as a winner.

Unexpectedly, just when life was developing in a better direction, he left the world where he had lived for more than 20 years.

No goodbye, no one noticed.

He had also thought about the reason for the crossing, but he had no clue.

On this day, he was supposed to restore a fake "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the school studio, but somehow, he fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was on the road, and it looked like a car accident scene.

There were many onlookers.

After the initial panic and shock, he calmed down and confirmed the fact that he had crossed through from the change in appearance.

What makes it difficult for him to deal with it is that although he can recognize the words and use the language here, he does not have any memory of the world.

I inherited the language skills of this body, but I didn't inherit the memory.

Rummaging through all over the pockets, it was cleaner than the face, and there was nothing to prove the identity.

In the police department, or law enforcement in this world language.

After confirming that the car accident was not serious and that Liu Xiao was not seriously injured, the police unanimously determined that he was faking amnesia.

There is no video, no mobile phones, which means that the technology here is slightly behind.

It also shows that there is no evidence.

Liu Xiao had no choice but to prepare to start from scratch, and then said her real name.

Fortunately, this is a world where everything from race and appearance to culture and history is more similar to the previous life, and the name is very ordinary.

Unexpectedly, the Law Enforcement Bureau found a shop by name.

And at this moment, Liu Xiao felt a key from the originally empty pocket.

A key that appeared out of thin air!

The police checked the information, age 22, gender male, the store was registered as a shop, mainly engaged in the sale of sundries and the restoration of paintings and calligraphy.

The profession turned out to be the right one.

Hearing the last main business, pinching the key that suddenly popped out of his pocket, Liu Xiao nodded his head and admitted that it was himself.

It was sunset when the matter was dealt with, and the Law Enforcement Bureau, in the spirit of humanitarianism, sent him over.

"Do you remember?"

The policeman who was driving took out a cigarette from his bosom and lit it, and handed it over, but the sarcasm in his tone was not disguised.

In his heart, he despises this kind of person very much, and he owns a shop and relies on extortion to get money.

If it weren't for the lack of evidence, he wouldn't have let such a person leave the Enforcement Bureau casually.

Liu Xiao shook her head: "Thank you, I don't smoke." ”

The young policeman didn't really intend to give, and as soon as Liu Xiao shook his head, he shrank back.

"Like, some impressions."

Not wanting to admit that he was a blackmailer, Liu Xiao could only carry out his amnesia to the end.

The policeman sneered, pointed to the locked glass door with his chin, and motioned for Liu Xiao to open the door.

Liu Xiao took out the key from her pocket and squeezed it in her hand.

If this inexplicable key can't open the door, then you really have to start from scratch.

Start by selling art on the street and helping people paint.

The fact of begging can't be done.

The simple carved wooden handle on the door, the glass with low transparency, a plaque full of a sense of age, and the four big characters of vigor are not signed.

Today I really have a feeling of being in a big dream and can't wake up.

"Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon."

His name is Liu Xiao, and he has always hoped that he can have his own studio, and the name has long been thought of, which is called "Wanyue Calligraphy and Painting".

Today, it happens.

Although he didn't know who helped him, he knew that there must be some deep reason behind his crossing.

The key is slowly inserted into the keyhole without any jerky feeling.

Liu Xiao was nervous, and subconsciously raised her hand to help her glasses.

But I felt empty, and then I remembered that this body was not short-sighted.

Not only is it not myopia, but its vision is very good.

Turn the key with a slight force.

Tonight, whether to sleep on the street or live in a 200-square-meter shop, in one fell swoop.

Click.

The key turned smoothly, the spring sounded, and the deadbolt retracted.

This shows that the key was deliberately given to him, and it also shows that the store was also deliberately given to himself.

It shows even more that the crossing by yourself is also arranged!

But who?

And why?

Because the original owner of this body is dead? Or do you have to be yourself to help someone accomplish something?

Liu Xiao exhaled a breath like a sigh.

Then lift your left hand and pull the door without pulling it open.

The keyhole is on the right half of the door, so only the right half of the door can be opened after unlocking, and the left side is fixed with two pull pins.

Seeing Liu Xiao open the door, the young policeman's face was even more disdainful.

Say "goodbye", flick the cigarette holder away, and then get in the car and leave.

Liu Xiao frowned and stepped forward to extinguish the cigarette butt.

As a person who spends all year in the pile of papers, he can't see an open fire.

Liu Xiao returned to the door of the store and did not rush in, but carefully looked at the furnishings in the store.

On the left-hand side, against the wall, closest to the door, is a long table with receipts, ledgers, etc., and a business permit hanging on the wall next to it.

On the right-hand side against the wall is a staircase leading to the second floor.

In addition, most of the walls of the interior are filled with paints and brushes as far as you can reach, and the price is also marked.

Boxed oil acrylic paints, gouache paints, various color ink bottles, etc., are readily available.

All kinds of brushes, brushes, hard pens.

Paper, silk, calligraphy and painting are also gathered in one place.

Liu Xiao hadn't painted for a long time, and seeing such a complete range of paints at the moment, she felt a little kind.

The restoration of paintings and calligraphy is an extremely time-consuming matter.

The restoration of a calligraphy and painting is calculated on a monthly basis, often sitting at the desk for a whole day.

All the cultural relics restorers have a bad waist, and back pain is also considered an occupational disease of this profession.

So Liu Xiao didn't have that time to paint after work.

Walk up the wooden staircase to the second floor.

The first floor is a little cramped because it is full of goods, and the second floor is the complete opposite, much more empty.

It's like Liu Xiao's ideal studio.

In the most striking part of the middle, there is a table four meters long and two meters wide, with a red top and a piece of glass of the same size pressed on it.

At the top of the staircase is a bogu shelf with several pots of flowers.

In the distance, there are two desks by the window, with various tools, and a stove for boiling water, and some coal piled up in the corner.

The windowless walls are nailed with wooden planks, and the surface of the planks is extremely flat, with almost no gaps between them.

In addition there is a bedroom, a bathroom, and no kitchen.

The bedroom is much smaller than the outside work area, with only a bed, a wardrobe and a bedside table.

Although the bed is not 200 square meters, it is enough, and there is no need to sleep on the street tonight.

But this strong, fragmented strangeness gave him an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Mixed with reluctance, loss, sorrow, and depression......

The name of this feeling is homesickness.

He has been away from home for many years, and although he is not married, he still has parents at home.

Liu Xiao sat on the bed, pinched her eyebrows with her hand, and made up her mind.

No matter who caused all this, in the end, all the losses had to be recovered from him.

And now that I can't go back for the time being, let's live here first.

Moreover, such a strange thing happened to him, which shows that there is probably something unusual in this world.

But until now, no supernatural appearances have appeared, either they have not encountered them, or they are all hiding in the shadows.

Therefore, the first thing to do now is to understand the background of the world and prepare early, rather than panic and have no owner at that time.

Second, think about what exactly caused the crossing.

What Liu Xiao is most suspicious of now is that painting!

That fake "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"!

Because although the painting is also called "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", it is also used in bright blue-green, but the content of the painting is not copied.

The landscape portraits and rural terroir in the painting are completely different.

There is also the inscription.

After Wang Ximeng finished painting the original "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he was rewarded by Song Huizong to Cai Jing, the prime minister of the current dynasty, and Cai Jing, as the first collector of this painting, wrote an inscription in the painting.

The inscription clearly states that Song Huizong mentioned Wang Ximeng's painting, and also made Wang Ximeng, an unknown figure in history, leave his only name in the history books.

And in the fake that Liu Xiao obtained, the inscription was written in half a word, as if it was written by a modern person.

Very levelless.

He read it once, then fell asleep, and now he can only remember one beginning.

"The extreme of heaven and earth is the eight directions, one is fantasy, the second is obedience, the third is bending, the fourth is the ambition, the fifth is the shortcut, the sixth is extravagance, the seventh is obsession, and the eighth is the reality ......"

The first four words of this one, he read it carefully at the time, so he wrote it down, but the rest of the content was aggrieved, there was no sentence to read, and he didn't even know how to break the sentence, so he didn't remember it.

If it really has anything to do with this passage, then the painting must be recovered.

But there is no car accident scene, there are two possibilities, either in other places, or in another time, and the other is that the painting did not cross.

In other words, it has nothing to do with painting, so you need to re-examine what happened at that time.

On the first floor, Liu Xiao took a pen and paper to write down the paragraph, checked it and read it aloud.

Waited for a minute and nothing changed around.

Frustrated, he crumpled the paper and threw it away.

It wasn't long before he picked up the paper again, lit it with a match he found on the second floor, and burned it to ashes.

It's better to keep this kind of text in your heart.

At noon, when I signed at the Law Enforcement Bureau, I almost wrote the words of my previous life.

This little accident gave him a reminder.

Be careful to hide your identity.

Remember that you are now a person of this world.

As the sun sets, only silhouettes of several tall buildings remain in the distance.

Liu Xiao locked the door and went out for a walk, learning about the situation around her residence.

Next door is a university called "Jinluo City Academy of Fine Arts".

A block away, is a snack street.

Suffering from empty pockets, I can only look at it from afar.

Liu Xiao was depressed in her heart, why can the store prepare for herself, and the keys can be stuffed into her out of thin air, but some things outside her body cannot.

Could it be that this store also appeared out of thin air, and giving money will affect the world's monetary system?

Sleep with doubts and be ready to think about making money tomorrow.