Song Bin completely lost his patience, he took out two wooden boards from under the counter, lifted a pen on the table, and wrote heavily on one of the boards:

"My father is not here. ”

Then he wrote on another board:

"My mother isn't here!"

Then he went out in a huff and hung the two planks on the side of the gate.

The sky outside was a little bright, and Song Bin, who was standing outside, couldn't help but stop and look at the world.

Low-rise houses sit jaggedly on both sides of the road, and most of the houses are made of green bricks, which are made of straw mud.

There is a very faint light in a very small number of houses, and the sunrise and sunset are the characteristics of the lifestyle of this era.

At the end of the street is a full moon, according to the memory of Song Bin's body, today is August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There were several sharp-tailed swifts skimming across the sky, their black sickle-like wings streaking across the moon, flying from one place but flying out in different directions.

Song Bin's gaze followed the sharp-tailed swift, and finally his gaze stopped on the full moon.

He noticed that the moon seemed to be different from what he had seen before.

Song Bin stared at the moon tightly, and the "Guishu" and "Wu Gang" on it were still there.

It's just that this moon seems to be bigger......

Is it your own delusion?

Song Bin scratched his head at the moon, and just as he was about to turn around and go back to the house, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"it!"

Song Bin jumped to the side in fright, he stroked his little heart beating fiercely, and hurriedly turned behind him, he gasped for breath and looked at the rickety figure in front of him.

It should be personal.

It's just that when this person was standing by his side, he didn't even notice it at all.

Song Bin also beat a drum in his heart, whether this is a human or not.

The man in front of him was hunched over, squinting his heavy eyes, and looking at himself with a smile, his hair was completely gray, and under this bright moonlight, it had turned into ten thousand silver threads.

"You ......"

The old man spoke, but before he finished speaking, Song Bin snatched the conversation:

"My father isn't here!"

As he spoke, Song Bin pointed to the sign that had just been hung on the wall.

The old man didn't mean to leave, and still looked at Song Bin with a smile:

"You ......"

"My mother isn't here!"

Song Bin tapped another sign with his finger.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, but only for a moment, his expression returned to the way it had been.

"You turtle, can you listen to Ge Laozi's words. ”

Song Bin didn't speak again, he looked at this strange old man, and he realized that this old man should really not be looking for his parents.

Because the old man didn't have a hat with him.

The expression on the old man's face did not change any longer, he looked at the young man in front of him, and asked very calmly:

"Who are you?"

Who am I?

Song Bin looked at the old man in front of him with a somewhat frightened expression.

This question, which is not difficult to answer, completely stopped Song Bin, before the crossing he was the director of engineering of an engineering project, and after the crossing he was the son of the owner of this cooking cake shop.

It's just why this old man would ask such a question.

A thought suddenly crossed his brain, and a sentence blurted out:

"You also crossed over?!"

The old man smiled, different from the previous smile, the corners of his mouth were hooked upwards even more, he began to look at the young man in front of him, and said slowly:

"It's interesting, it's no different from the old man, but what the old man doesn't understand is what the word crossing explains?"

"Crossing...... It is that one person's consciousness runs to another person, or it is possible that the body directly reaches another time and space. ”

Song Bin looked at the old man with a little puzzlement, and then said:

"Hey, you didn't cross over?"

"The old man is naturally not. The old man put his hands behind his back and looked at Song Bin with interest, "This is the second time I've heard this word." ”

"Second time I heard about it?"

"Exactly. ”

The old man touched his somewhat disheveled goatee, and inadvertently looked into the sky, and said:

"The stars have changed, and the old man has a hexagram, and the hexagram told me. ”

"What?"

The old man withdrew his gaze from the distance, his eyes fixed on Song Bin's body, and said slowly:

"The stars are far away, the gods descend from the sky, the sun is far away, the mountains and rivers are broken, all the races are destroyed, and only one traverser can save the world. ”

"O'...... Hexagrams can still say so many words!"

The old man looked at the young man in front of him with an incredulous face, and the corners of his mouth twitched again.

He didn't seem to be ready to say anything more, only to see him sigh slowly, and the smile on his face seemed to be a little less stacked.

Song Bin didn't believe what the old man said, after all, his ordinary self and this ordinary body were not like the old man said that he could save the world.

It's just that he has a kind of hope, and he thinks that he can get the reason why he crossed over from this old man.

He was just about to ask the old man, but who knew that the old man turned around and walked in the direction he came.

"Hey, old man, I haven't asked yet. ”

The old man's footsteps did not stop, only a voice came from his direction:

Say. ”

"What kind of place is this!"

"Commoner area. ”

How is it different from what you know?

Song Bin looked at this old man who was getting farther and farther away, and he was anxious, so he took a step and chased after him.

Something strange happened.

He found that no matter how fast he ran, he could never catch up with this old man who seemed to be walking slowly.

"And how did I get here?"

"Coming from the capital. ”

The figure of the old man completely disappeared at the end of the street, and the last words he said seemed to come from thousands of miles away, ethereal but real.

Song Bin gasped heavily, holding his knees in his hands, looking at the direction in which the old man had disappeared.

This old man, how can he go so fast!

"Da, da, da......"

The sound of horses' hooves came from the left side of the street, followed by the sparse sound of wooden wheels colliding with bearings and wooden frames colliding with each other.

Song Bin faintly saw a carriage speeding from a distance.

With a high-pitched neigh, the horse-munching horse brawled sharply, and the carriage stopped in front of him.

Song Bin spat a few mouthfuls of saliva with mud stars and waved his arms for a long time, only then did he see the people sitting in the carriage in the settled dust.

The man of the royal horse was a little embarrassed, his head was covered with dirt, his eyebrows like a crescent moon looked somewhat similar to Song Bin's face, his brows were tightly locked, as if there was something difficult to let go of in his heart.

"Dad...... Father?"

Song Bin recognized this person, and judging by this person's outfit and appearance, he should be his father in this world.

"Get in the car!"

The father looked at Song Bin with a serious face, among the fragments of Song Bin's memories, it was the first time for his father to see this expression.

Before Song Bin could react, he felt his body light, and his ankles were caught by something.

Song Bin grabbed his ankle with such an invisible force and threw it into the carriage behind his father.

"Oops......"

Song Bin touched his buttocks, which were broken into two pieces, and he realized that his mother was also in this carriage.

But his mother didn't look at him, but lifted the curtain in the car and looked out with a wary face.

There seems to be something else outside......

Following the direction of his mother's gaze, Song Bin looked out the window.

I saw that they were not the only ones here, and there were also a number of carriages on both sides of the carriage.

And what surprised Song Bin was that the people who drove these carriages were the same people he had just seen.

The short man who is considered to be "Wu Dalang", and the "horse-faced" man who is more than two meters tall......

Their faces were as serious and nervous as his father's.

What the hell is going on?