July 5, noon.

A commercial street near the Academy of Fine Arts.

This street is quite old and still has brick walls and bluestone streets.

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

The two stores are only separated by a wall.

It was a time when the sun was shining brightly and there was no one on the street, so no one noticed that there was a crease on the wall.

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

The walls at the folds are superfluous and crazily squeezed to both sides.

The road was squeezed and began to deform, the shops on both sides also began to deform, and even the doors became strange shapes.

The owners of the two stores, Ren Jiu, were lying under the fan and fell asleep without any notice.

Soon, a glass door and a plaque with the words "Painting and Calligraphy of the Waning Moon" also grew out of the folds on both sides.

A store was squeezed in between two stores.

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

This process is like a ripple, spreading out in a circle until it reaches the entire city.

All the buildings and roads took small steps to make room for the sudden addition of a building.

For such a big city, such a small shop is so insignificant, and after the ripples pass, it is perfectly accommodated into its own "body".

Still no one noticed.

At dusk, a black and red police car drove up, attracting many people to look up.

The police car stopped at the entrance of "Wan Yue Painting and Calligraphy" for a few seconds. The back door opened and a young man got out.

He looks in his early twenties and wears a long windbreaker. He looks elegant, easy-going, and handsome.

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

He is not from this world. The time traveled was this morning, from a place called Earth.

Before time travel, his name was Liu Xiao, his profession was a calligraphy and painting restorer, and he was already in his third year of study.

He was an art student born in a small county town. He was born low-born, and because he did not study culture, he was not popular. He often received some bad comments in the village.

Until he was admitted to graduate school and became a professional calligraphy and painting restorer.

In addition, media reports on cultural relic restorers brought this profession into the public eye, and he was able to stand out.

Unexpectedly, just when life was getting better, I would leave the world I had lived in for more than 20 years.

No goodbyes, no one noticed.

He also thought about the reason for time travel, but had no clue.

On this day, he was supposed to be repairing a fake "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the school studio, but for some reason, he fell asleep.

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

There are many onlookers.

After experiencing the initial panic and fright, he calmed down and confirmed the fact that he had traveled through time from the changes in his appearance.

What makes it difficult for him to deal with is that although he can recognize the words and use the language here, he has no memory of this world.

The body's language and writing skills were inherited, but the memory was not inherited.

I searched my pockets all over my body and found that they were cleaner than my face. There was nothing to prove my identity.

At the police station, or law enforcement bureau in this world language.

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

There are no videos or mobile phones, indicating 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 told her real name.

Fortunately, this is a world that is quite similar to its previous life in terms of race, appearance, culture and history, so this name is very common.

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

At this moment, Liu Xiao found a key from his originally empty pocket.

A key appears out of thin air!

The police checked the information and found that he was 22 years old, male, and the shop was registered as a shop, mainly engaged in the sale of sundries and the restoration of paintings and calligraphy.

The professions are exactly the same.

After hearing about the main business at the end, Liu Xiao nodded awkwardly and admitted that it was him while holding the key that suddenly appeared in his pocket.

It was already sunset after the matter was settled, and the Law Enforcement Bureau sent him over in a humanitarian spirit.

"Do you remember it?"

The policeman who was driving took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and then handed one over, but did not hide the sarcasm in his tone.

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

If it weren't for insufficient evidence, he would never let such a person leave the law enforcement bureau casually.

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

The young policeman didn't really intend to give it, so Liu Xiao just shook his head and then retreated.

"It seems that there are some impressions."

Not wanting to admit that he was a blackmailer, Liu Xiao had no choice but to follow through on his amnesia.

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

Liu Xiao took out the key from his pocket and held it in his hand.

If this key that appears out of nowhere cannot open the door, then you really have to start from scratch.

Started by busking on the street and helping people paint.

The fact is that begging is impossible.

The door has a simple carved wooden handle, low-transparency glass, a plaque full of age, four vigorous characters, and no signature.

Today I really feel like I am having a hard time waking up from a dream.

"Where can I wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon."

His name is Liu Xiao, and he has always hoped to have a studio of his own. He has already thought of a name for it, called "Wan Yue Painting and Calligraphy".

Today, it came true.

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

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

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

However, I felt nothing, and then I remembered that this body was not short-sighted.

Not only is he not nearsighted, but his eyesight is very good.

Turn the key with slight force.

Whether you sleep on the street tonight or live in a 200-square-meter shop, it all depends on this.

Click.

The key turned smoothly, the spring sounded, and the lock tongue retracted.

This means that this key was given to me on purpose, and it also means that this store was also given to me on purpose.

It further illustrates that my own time travel was also arranged!

But who is it?

And why do this?

Because the original owner of this body is dead? Or does it mean that he must be himself to help the other party complete something?

Liu Xiao let out a breath, like a sigh.

Then he raised his left hand to pull the door open without opening it.

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

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

He said "goodbye", flicked the cigarette holder away, got in the car and left.

Liu Xiao frowned and stepped forward to stamp out the cigarette butt.

As a person who lives among piles of paper all year round, he cannot see open fire.
To be continued...