"Lao Zhang, it's here......"

Drunken sleep, even if it is short, can cause a strong feeling of dizziness after waking up.

Song Bin tried hard to open his eyes, the two pairs of eyelids seemed to be glued together, and after some struggle, one eye still opened a slit.

Song Bin shook his head vigorously, hoping to quickly shake off his already mushy brain.

It was only after a moment that he could truly see what was in front of him.

By the faint light, it was a very quaint room, with a few simple tables laid under the tables, and under them were staggered green bricks, which had become shiny and shiny from the splashing of oil.

Song Bin looked to the side again, he was lying on a long wooden table, a flickering brass candlestick fell on the right hand side, on the side of the candlestick was a bamboo standing card, the sign was written "Da Lang Cooking Cake" four words.

I must still be dreaming.

As soon as Song Bin's hand was released, his already heavy head fell heavily on the long table in front of him.

"Poof!"

A solid impact made Song Bin's head completely sober, and he raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him again.

It's still the same as before.

The flickering candlelight cast his figure on the wall, and the flickering shadows were eerie in this environment.

Song Bin touched his forehead, which was a little swollen and painful, and he found that there were two bulging bags on his forehead.

The pain just now made him know that he was not dreaming, but what was the situation in front of him.

Song Bin stood up and swept his gaze to the side.

Behind him is a wooden shelf, on which in addition to some Ru porcelain, there is also a bronze mirror.

The color of the bronze mirror is a little mottled, and there are even some bronze patinas growing on its frame.

In this bronze mirror, Song Bin vaguely saw that there was something above his head.

Song Bin picked up the bronze mirror a little timidly, and the outline of his face gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

His hair was arranged in a bun and placed on top of his head, wrapped in a cyan scarf, and a brass hairpin was nailed through the bun.

On a green face, there are a pair of sleepy eyes, on the eyes are crescent-like eyebrows, and above the eyebrows are two bags, one large and one small, like horns that have not yet bulged.

It's just that this face makes Song Bin feel strange.

"it!"

Song Bin's exclamation made his hands relax, and the bronze mirror fell from his fingertips and fell to the ground.

Coincidentally, the front of this bronze mirror happened to be facing Song Bin, and he could still see from the mirror that his head was lowered and his chin had been raised.

Hurt!!

The sudden headache made Song Bin couldn't help but cover the position of his temples, and suddenly some memories appeared out of thin air in his mind.

Scattered memories are intertwined, and from these memories, Song Bin got some information:

This cake shop was owned by his father...... He grew up in this cake shop since he was a child, and he didn't have anything special about himself......

A thought suddenly crossed his mind:

What the hell did I cross over?!

Thinking of this, Song Bin couldn't help but feel a little excited.

I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to me as said in the novel.

However, as the ontological memory continued to emerge, Song Bin's originally excited expression gradually dimmed.

Because he found that the original teenager was really too ordinary to be ordinary.

Song Bin, who looked depressed, was a little depressed, one of his hands was on the long table, and his fingertips accidentally touched the wooden card on the table.

The four big characters on the wooden card flickered a little, I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now Song Bin inadvertently looked at it, and he really saw these four words.

Song Bin couldn't help but pick up the wooden card, and silently read these four words out of his mouth:

"Da Lang Cookcake ......"

"it!"

Song Bin quickly threw the wooden card aside as if he had seen a ghost.

Dalang Cookcake!

Could it be that this cake shop is the one opened by Wu Dalang?

Isn't that Wu Dalang his father, and his mother Pan, Pan, and Pan Jinlian?!

And this dynasty in which he is located is the Song Dynasty?

No, isn't "Water Margin" a fiction made up, and he doesn't look like Wu Dalang in the portrait at all, and his size is not right, and those two people should have no queen......

Wouldn't he be surnamed Simon......

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

I saw a short man less than four feet tall, dragging some greasy clogs in.

He put down the shoulder on his shoulder, and then took off the hat that he had brought over his head, and a face with thick eyebrows and small eyes emerged from the hat.

Song Bin looked at this somewhat familiar person dumbfounded, he couldn't believe that his "dream" had come true.

He pointed to the four-foot-tall man with one hand, and a word couldn't help but pop out of his mouth:

"Dad???"

The short middle-aged man looked at the demented-faced young man suspiciously, he walked in the direction of Song Bin, walked along the edge of the long table to Song Bin's side, he raised his head to look at the "heavenly" young man, opened his mouth and said:

"Is your father here?"

When Song Bin heard this question, he couldn't help but be stunned, and it took him a long time before he realized that this four-foot-tall man was not his father.

Song Bin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, some sporadic memories came to his mind again, he looked at the middle-aged man, and said with some joy inexplicably:

"My dad isn't here. ”

The short, middle-aged man didn't ask anything else, but turned around and walked to the side of the hat he had put down, picked it up and put it on his head, picked up the pole and walked out, without saying anything more.

What a strange person.

Some memories of the ontology are here again, and coincidentally, the boy of this ontology is also called Song Bin, although the words are different, but the sound is the same.

This place is called Danyang Kingdom, which is a small country in this continent, attached to the Zong Zhou Kingdom, and is also called Jiao Kang.

It's just that many of the countries that appear in these memories are actually things that I have never heard of, and have never recorded in history.

Parallel time and space?

While Song Bin was pondering, there was another sound of speeding outside the house, and another person walked in.

Because of some memories that entered his brain just now, Song Bin had some impressions of his parents in this world, and he looked at this person's figure and knew that this person was not his father.

This man also wore a hat on his head, and unlike the previous man, this man was more than two meters tall, so that when he entered the door, he only bent down to enter.

He took off his hat, revealing a long horse's face.

It's a familiar face again, but in memory, Song Bin doesn't know who this person is.

"Is your father here?"

It's the same question again.

Song Bin shook his head and said "no."

The horse-faced man silently put the hat on his head and walked out without looking back.

Immediately afterward, four or five more people walked into the cake shop one after another.

They are here, and they all just say one word to Song Bin:

"Is your father here?"

It's really evil!

In my memory, my father only worked with his mother on weekdays to cook cakes, cook cakes at night, and sell breakfast in the morning, which can only be said to be an extremely ordinary person.

Song Bin's mood was a little irritable, he actually crossed over to such an ordinary person's body, and there was no gold finger, plug-in system or anything.

As a result, on the first day of the time-travel, there were so many strange people who visited, and they asked "Is your father here", why didn't they ask "Is your mother there"?!

Just then, another sound of footsteps came, and as soon as the man entered the door, he heard a shout from inside:

"My father isn't here!"

The man who came took off his hat, looked at the somewhat noisy young man with a little hesitation, cleared his throat and asked:

"That'...... Is your mother here?"

"Roll !!"